#and is utterly terrified of making someone uncomfortable

[ninjakk]

Do you know what always really gets me every time I read it? During the second siege of the Burial Mounds, when the poor old corpse of Granny Wen makes her appearance...

The figure was smaller than the others and stood hunched over. There was a gaping hole in its skull, suggesting it had been bludgeoned to death. Soaking in the bloody water had left its sparse white hair stuck to its forehead, and with its skin and flesh half decayed on top of that, it was a repulsive, terrifying, and uncomfortable sight to behold.

Vol 4, Chapter 19 - 7S

I know that most of us will agree the first siege was totally horrifying and completely unjustified - after all WWX only fought each time because he was defending himself. But come on?! How can any cultivator even justify hitting a defenceless old lady with such force that they smashed a massive hole in her head?! Which utterly disgusting creep did that!?

I've seen a few people defending the siege in the past, for some bizarre reason, mostly in an attempt to justify JCs actions at leading the whole thing. But seriously, someone caved that woman's head in and then unceremoniously threw all of their corpses into the blood pool!

And even after all of that, whatever remained of the murdered Wen remnants managed to muster up the remaining strength they had left and save not only WWX, LWJ and the juniors, but even some of the people who killed them and disrespected their dead bodies so brutally, many years ago.

Yet some people in the fandom still call WWX the "bad guy" during his reluctantly titled YLLZ era, when he was literally a radish farmer living on a desolate mountain, playing with a toddler and keeping innocent people safe. Oooo what a diabolical man he was *shakes fist *

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs novel #wei wuxian #burial mound #yiling laozu #wen remnants

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.

PAIRING | live action!shuntaro chishiya x reader.

CONTENT WARNING | mention of death/suicidal thoughts, mention of an oc.

NOTE | repost from my old blog!

Your arms were locked around your bent knees, a single tear tracking down your cheek as you sat against the door to the fifteenth cell — the cell in which your game partner's life had been brutally taken just moments before.

You had seen people die before, lots of them. The Borderlands had nearly desensitised you to bloodshed and violence. But up until now, you had never witnessed the death of someone you actually knew — someone you considered a friend.

You and Himari had only known each other for a couple weeks, but the bond you had formed during that short amount of time was already strong. You had been through hell and back together, miraculously escaping the clutches of death countless times and helping each other make the transition to this strange, new world.

Now Himari was gone and you were back to being on your own — which is utterly terrifying in a world like this.

Maybe you should've known better than to enter a game of Hearts with someone you care about.

-

The sound of slow footsteps on the ground made you raise your head. A boy, whose face was shadowed by his hair and a white hoodie came up to you and sat down on the floor beside you, keeping a reasonable distance. He pulled the hood down with a sigh and you both sat in silence, neither of you looking at the other.

The first thirty or some odd seconds were uncomfortable. You weren't sure why he was here, or what he wanted from you — although you did have your suspicions.

You tried to remember his name from the players screen, to no avail.

"Heart." he suddenly said, marking a pause before continuing when you didn't respond; "Your suit, it's Heart."

"I'm not looking for a new partner." you mumbled.

The boy took in a deep breath of air, then you both went quiet for another minute. He was first to break the silence after pondering a moment.

"Why did you betray her?"

"I didn't betray her." you snapped defensively, turning your head to glare at him, finally taking a proper look at his face. He was about your age, maybe a couple years older. His shoulder-length blonde hair stood out.

You looked away, tugging at one of the rings on your right hand. Then your voice softened.

"I told her her real suit. I would've never lied to her. We promised we would clear those games together, no matter what."

He cocked a brow.

"It looks like she was doubting your loyalty to her, then." he said, stuffing his hands into his front pockets. The sadness in your tone didn't faze him.

You frowned deeply, reluctantly dragging your eyes away from your hands and to his face again.

"What?"

"People would do anything to ensure their own survival. Your...friend must've formed an alliance with another player, who then betrayed her. If she hadn't been lied to, she would've been the one to stab you in the back." he paused, and you waited for him to continue. "You told her her suit. She went to someone else for confirmation and proceeded to trust a stranger's words over yours." he stated with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. "Clearly, she would've plotted against you within the next couple of rounds. Maybe her death was a necessary evil."

His words punched you in the gut. Knocked all the air out of your lungs. Truth is, you had never really thought of it that way. The first thing that came to your mind when you saw Himari in a pool of her own blood is that she must've refused to say her symbol and therefore committed suicide.

But maybe you just weren't as important to her as she was to you. You had only been friends for two weeks prior to this game, after all.

You inhaled a deep, shaky breath as your eyes began to mist again, but you held the tears back.

"We're down to six people now." the boy continued, dropping the subject. "You, me, the girl and three other men. The Jack should reveal themselves at any moment now."

"How do you know i'm not the Jack, anyway?" you questioned. "I could be."

His lips stretched up into a smirk and you refrained from rolling your eyes. His smug, know-it-all expression was infuriating.

"I know you're not. I already have my suspicions on the matter." he explains.

"Whatever." With a sigh, you straightened your legs on the ground and crossed your arms over your chest - keeping your voice low as you added; "Your suit is Spade."

The boy turned to you, his brow raising in amusement.

"You haven't even looked."

"I've seen it before."

"Have you been watching me?"

"I've been observing." you corrected, your head tipping back against the wooden door. "I caught a glimpse of it when you came back from the cafeteria." He let out a sound that wasn't quite a chuckle, but signaled his amusement all the same. It appears the two of you weren't so different after all. "You're always sitting alone there." you pointed out. "It's like you don't care about anything that's happening. You joined that girl's team when the game started but you never seemed to actually take part in their plans, let alone speak to any of them. Why's that?"

"Because I was busy observing." he responded, echoing your own words. You let out a small chuckle. Fair.

Finally, he turned to you. But before you could ask him why he wanted you out of all people to be his partner for the last few rounds when he could've just left you here to die and teamed up with someone else — he stood up and held out his hand for you to take, the familiar robotic voice breaking the silence as soon as his feet hit the ground

'It is time to answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.'

You stared at his extended hand for a moment, unsure. A part of you wanted to enter the cell and give a random symbol to put an end to this madness once and for all. But the other part, the one that still longed to survive despite everything, wanted to take his hand. It wanted to keep fighting in order to get out of the borderlands and finally get the answers you so desperately sought.

You eventually decided to take it, murmuring a quiet 'fine' as you got back on your feet and entered the cell right next to Chishiya's, your suit in mind.

Maybe you could give life one last chance.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya fanfic #chishiya shuntaro x reader #aib imagine #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland imagine #nijiro murakami

[sribbles-drabbles]

@sivlynxx asked:

So umm this is my first time requesting something, can you write sfw of the obey me brothers with a really anxious MC? Like an MC who is always anxious? Thank you

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Sure hon!! As someone who has anxiety themself, I had a lot of fun with this!!

💙Lucifer💙

Honestly I don’t think Lucifer would have much idea what it’s like to feel anxiety, or at least wouldn’t admit it.

He’s the avatar of pride, and thus usually very confident in himself and his decisions.

So when he meets you this meek little human who’s nervous ALL THE TIME he starts to feel protective

In his mind he has enough confidence for the both of you

When you attempt to explain your situation and what it means to have anxiety, he can’t help but think back to Lilith

Thus his protectiveness increases 10 fold

He’s the type to brag about you or tell you that “I chose you because you’re perfect. As the avatar of pride I wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

In other words he attempts to remedy your anxiety by hyping you up. But remind him that it’s part of who you are.

Slowly he’ll start to understand, and see how many things can cause emotional peril for you, and rather than being protective, he becomes your guiding light

He still wants you to have more confidence in yourself, and will still hype you up in his own way, but it more apt to helping you process and work through your anxiety.

“I know it seems utterly terrifying through your eyes. But I promise it’s not scary. And when have I ever lied to you?”

💛Mammon💛

This man GETS IT.

I mean not totally because how can you be terrified of like the future???? It’s not gonna hurt ya?????

But once you sit him down and explain why you’re afraid of things it clicks

And then Mammon probably opens up about his self anxiety caused by years of his brother’s words

You two probably have a nice moment of realizing how much you two bonded over this.

Honestly I think Mammon becomes really good at reading your tells.

Like, he’ll notice little things like you playing with your hair of sleeves and immediately drag you away from whatever it is that seems to be making you anxious.

If you’re the type to apologize 200 times for something minor, Mammon is the type to hug you tight and tell you it’s ok.

It’s something minor, let it go.

Honestly he keeps you grounded, in a very sensitive and emotional way.

That doesn’t mean he’s perfect though, as he often says dumb shit that can make you nervous, or comes back with bruises after an encounter with Lucifer and you worry.

He always feels terrible when he sees you full of fear due to his actions, and tries to get hurt alot less and be more careful with his words.

“O-Oi, I’m ok babe!! Honest!! Please don’t freak…I mean-….you’re not-….Ugh….I’m sorry….just…come here…”

🧡Levi🧡

Another man who understands your struggle on a spiritual level.

Honestly if you have anxiety….maybe don’t date this man…

Your anxiety triggers his anxiety and it’s an endless cycle of “why are you nervous???” “I don’t know, why are YOU nervous???”

But if you DO date this man with your level of anxiety already, you both slowly learn to function together

And honestly you both function a bit better together than apart some days

You both learn each other’s tells and attempt to pull each other away from uncomfortable situations.

Levi teaches you some of the soothing techniques that he picked up over time, and if you have any you like, you’re welcome to teach them to him!

When it’s a really bad day for one of you, you often find comfort in the other, and it more often than not results in wrapping up together in a blanket while playing a video game or watching anime.

He also strikes me ad the type to swim when nervous, and thus will offer you to join him of you’re feeling a lot of anxiety at a given moment.

All in all, it takes practice, but if you two really work together, you end up being a really nice and supportive couple that helps each other function nicely!!

“H-Hey it’s o-okay!! How about we watch some Ruri-Chan instead. I’m r-right here, I promise.”

💚Satan💚

He kinda understands it, but more in like a third person psychiatrist kinda way.

Like he knows what anxiety is and many of the symptoms and habits as he’s done some research on the topic when it comes to Levi and Asmo sometimes.

Thus when you confide in him or when he figures it out and asks you if you have anxiety, he immediately enters “And why do you think that is?” Mode.

Satan is a fixer, not a “we can work with this” person.

Your boyfriend starts acting like a therapist, and as you rant to him about your concerns, he’ll give you logical answers to your concerns or strategies to go about your problems.

If this type of thing helps? Great! Let him play Sherlock Holmes with your brain, it give him something to do and makes him feel happy to help and accomplished when he figures out the advice you need.

If it DOES’NT work and you need more of an emotional approach, tell him that. He’ll be frustrated and probably get angry.

But when he sees how he fell into his sin, and how he scares your already frightened form, something clicks.

This is emotion, something illogical. And he needs to be more sensitive.

He then researches eve more about anxiety, and asks you about your personal experiences on a more personal level.

He’s definitely wary and nervous about his temper now. Or even more than before. He realizes that this is his own anxiety now, and uses this to form more of a solid empathic connection with you.

He really loves you, and while it may take him time to learn how to best live with you, please give him time. He’s trying really hard.

“I’m sorry….that was insensitive…let me rephrase, did you want to talk about it? Or is there anything you want to do to take your mind off of it?”

💕Asmo💕

Another person who I feel like somewhat understands it but also doesn’t…

Like, he doesn’t KNOW that he understands it or that he’s experienced it until you tell him your feelings and he’s like: “THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS???”

Then he’s probably just grappling with the fact that HE has anxiety, and then gets anxious over whether or not that will give him worry lines, and if people know, and if—

He starts spiraling.

You end up having to use some strategies you learned to help him calm himself down.

He thanks you and you both cuddle while talking about the topic more.

Once you both realize you both have anxiety, you bond over it and learn what coping mechanism help the other person so you can effectively help each other!!

To Asmo, mental health is just as important ad physical health, and he makes sure to reminds you of that!! He probably seeks out therapy for the both of you.

He offers to go with you at the same time if it’s too scary.

After all, I don’t think Asmo has social anxiety, but more anxiety about how others perceive his appearance specifically.

It’s definitely caused by his time online, and his modeling career.

Remind him that it’s his personality that people love, not just his appearance.

He’s really good at soothing you with words or physical touch if you prefer and learns all of your tells and favorite coping mechanisms.

He’s a doting and devoted partner, and just as you help him with his anxiety, he helps you with yours!!

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s ok love. Don’t focus on those nasty thoughts. They can’t hurt you…just focus on me, alright?”

❤️Beel❤️

Another baby who understands how hard anxiety can be.

I feel like he developed it really bad after Lilith’s death, and his separation anxiety especially only got worse after Belphie’s imprisonment.

So when he notices you pushing the food around on your plate without taking a single bite one dinner, he worries.

He probably confronts you afterword. If you try to lie tour way out of it, telling him your fine, he’ll let it go but look sad.

Once you do tell him, he feels a bit better, but still worries about the fact that in his mind you live with all this fear, worry, and doubt.

He probably becomes quite a bit more clingy.

Wherever you go, Beel is not to far behind to make you feel loved and safe.

Other demons make you feel nervous? He scares them off. You’re worried about finishing assignments and deadlines? He’ll help you with whatever if is as best he can.

He often invites you to watch his practice after classes so that you can simply watch him play and turn your brain off for a little while.

When your anxiety gets really bad, he’ll probably simply hold you. Beel isn’t the best with words sometimes, so he uses physical touch to often ground you, but always asks if it’s ok if he touches you first.

If you don’t like touch or that makes your anxiety worse, he’ll probably go down to the kitchen and make your favorite food before returning.

He then puts on your favorite movie/show/anime and you two eat together and watch it.

Of you would rather eat and talk about it, he’s more than willing to listen though!!

“Thanks for telling me…that’s gotta be hard…but we’ll eat all your favorite foods until you feel better.”

💜Belphie💜

Belphie understands anxiety, but probably not to the level you have it.

Though he DOES know some great coping mechanisms from helping Beel with his anxiety over Lilith.

So when you first display anxiety in front of Belphie, he’s really good at helping you calm yourself down with breathing and reassurance.

He’s glad he was able to help, but a little frustrated that he did’nt notice it sooner. He thought you were just still jittery about other demons and your surroundings.

Once you talk to him about your anxiety he asks you if your interested in therapy.

Personally I can see Belphie being in therapy for his anger and his grief still over Lilith.

Thus I feel like he’d pitch the idea to you.

If you don’t want to go, he understands. It’s not for everyone, and lots of people have had bad experiences.

Then he simply does what he’s been doing, helping calm you down when you need it.

He’s a great listener and will often pull you into his bed and let you curl into him as you both close your eyes, you listening to his heart and getting sleepy as you tell him all about what’s making you nervous until you forget and your words slur and you sleep.

Your anxiety makes you develop insomnia? He has bottles of melatonin babes.

Belphie is honestly the most apt of the brothers and has the most tips and tricks that not even you knew when it comes to helping with anxiety.

He makes sure you’re comfortable at all times when you’re with him, and won’t let any dark thoughts plague your mind as long as he’s here!

“Come lay down with me. The blanket is soft and we’ll work on breathing and focusing on physical feeling rather than emotion. Kay’?”

#obey me lucifer x reader #omswd lucifer #lucifer x reader #om lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #om mammon #obey me mammon #the great mammon #obey me levi x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #belphieobeyme #obey me belphie x reader #om leviathan #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om belphegor #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me! #obey me satan x reader #satan x reader #om satan #writing #fanfic

[veliseraptor]

hard and soft vegaspete headcanons please! i am utterly in love with your brain <3

aw, thank you, anon! right now me and my brain are on a friendship time out until it starts behaving itself again but I will pass that on anyway.

hard headcanon: For the first several months post-canon Vegas is absolutely terrified of doing something wrong. In general, absolutely, but one place this manifests is sex, where Vegas is torn between being absolutely ravenous and treating Pete like glass because he's not sure what the rules are and god forbid they talk about it. (They don't. Vegas knows they should, certainly, he understands that about BDSM procedure, but is he going to open that conversation? no. And Pete certainly won't.)

Now Pete, on the other hand, is losing his mind because after years of I think a largely lackluster sex life suddenly it feels like he is turned on all the time and by nothing and here Vegas is being all weird and tentative about it and it's driving Pete insane. And of course Vegas slips at some point and gets a little rougher and Pete is like "YES FINALLY" and then Vegas probably has a full-on panic attack and that kind of ruins the mood.

Pete is trying to be sympathetic, he really is, but it's hard when on the one hand he's like "come on, just stop thinking so much and move right along past all your troubles without looking at them like I do, it works for me" (it doesn't) and also like "you did this to me, fucker, are you going to do something about it or not?"

When things do eventually give and they start working it out it is kind of the worst, though. They're so unbearably all over each other. Things get weirdly sexually charged even if there are other people around, and it's not an exhibition thing, they just kind of forget about other people being there. Macau is suffering.

soft headcanon: I think Vegas loves giving Pete gifts. Particularly extravagant gifts. Pete will casually mention an interest in/wanting something and the next day it will be delivered to him with bows on by a Vegas who is, perhaps, ever so slightly desperate for approval. But it's also just about enjoying spoiling him a little! From Vegas's perspective he's very "poor Pete, he's never had anything for himself and he's never had disposable income to spend on whatever he wants so now I'm going to fix that!!!" and it's not like money is an object. Or at least he's not used to it being.

Frankly this makes Pete really uncomfortable. Ostentatious extravagance makes him feel funny! Conspicuous displays of wealth makes him feel weird and out of place and also vaguely anxious! He doesn't know what to do with this and also he's never had this much stuff in his life, where's he supposed to put it, some of this isn't even useful (which, I think Pete is deeply tied to thinking of things for himself in terms of utility) but he can't get rid of it because Vegas's feelings will be hurt.

Vegas does pick up on this eventually but his solution is less to change his strategy and more to adjust so that his extravagant gifts are less obviously extravagant. That kind of expensive that doesn't look expensive. Pete doesn't have to know how much that thing cost.

Vegas is just very much here like "nobody else has been spoiling Pete and someone's gotta do it" and Pete's like "no, nobody has to do that actually" and Vegas just ignores that completely.

Oh yes, also the cat, who Vegas sometimes calls "baby" in exactly the same way he talks to Pete.

#conversating #anonymous #vegaspete #aggressively headcanons #lise memes #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kinnporsche

[voidisverytired]

Luka tended to check out sometimes. He'd be fully immersed in a conversation one second, and the next he's staring off into space, catatonic, unresponsive to even the loudest screams.

In his teen years, his mother thought he was on drugs and had him taking a drug test randomly every couple weeks.

And he might as well have been on some type of drug. Maybe it was a hallucinatory one that plagued his sight with visions of Chat Noir getting impaled by his own staff. Or Vesperia getting her miraculous ripped from her hair. Or that time Ryuuko jumped a little too late and was flung into a wall of brick.

By now, he knew the identities of every miraculous holder in Paris, plus some other uncomfortable details. Like the fact that Gabriel Agreste was Monarch, or that Alya once willingly caused an Akuma in her teen years, or that Felix's dad was an abusive dick (don't even ask how that one was found out in the span of five minutes).

Luka had witnessed a thousand different possibilities. Each one haunted his dreams, twisting the once sweet melodies echoed from his life to his dreams into dangerous and violent tunes. Screeching of chords that would have normal people covering their ears and begging for it to be turned off. But no, not Luka. He'd grown so used to the clanging of cymbals that he sat and listened to the sound, trying to make a sense of a beat. A melody. A pattern, so he could better understand.

But he never found one.

That did not stop him from pursuing one fervently each time the screeching chords revisited him.

As Viperion, Luka had seen horrible things. Witnessed things that only he would remember.

Rena Rouge wouldn't remember the scream she let out that rubbed her vocals raw when Carapace had fallen from the Eiffel Tower with no shield available. Rooster Gold wouldn't remember the feeling of having his arm torn apart by the claws of a panther. Pegasus wouldn't remember the feeling of having his hair ripped from his head. And oh so thankfully, Purple Tigress would never remember the way she choked on her own blood when she was stabbed by a violent villain.

It was terrifying, Luka supposed, to be the one who remembered. To be the one who'd carry those screams, those sounds, those sights, to an early grave.

It was utterly terrifying.

"-erion! Viperion!"

Someone was shaking him, Luka realized. When he focused his eyes and looked up at the person who had their hands on his shoulders, he came face-to-face with Ladybug. Behind her, the other heroes of Paris stood, each with equally worried looks on their faces.

"What happened?" He asks, though he fears he already knows the answer.

"We were hanging out, but when Pigella tried getting your attention, you weren't responding." Carapace responds.

"You weren't reacting to anything." Chat Noir was crouched in front of him, worried greatly. He was one of the few present who knew Viperion's identity.

"Sorry." He supplies dumbly.

When he gets no further verbal response, just worried glances, he decides to give them more context.

"When I have to use my second chance during an attack, I usually check out for a good hour. It's best for me to go to my flat and relax, but you guys were really insistent that we all hang out." Luka immediately regrets his words when he notices the guilty looks of the heroes. He hadn't meant to inadvertently blame them. "It's fine, really!" He tries backtracking. "I only had to use it a total of 17… no, that's not right." He shakes his head quickly. "16… no 15 times. That's a bigger amount than last time I had to use it. This guy was hard. In one of the scenarios, Argos got stabbed." And oh, Luka realized as he rambled on about what he had witnessed, he was slipping again.

"Ladybug got her earrings ripped out one time and this other time, Carapace used his shell to protect Rena but didn't account for himself and got crushed by a giant rock. I spent an entire loop laughing uncontrollably after Chat was thrown off a building and hit the ground. And oh, that was such a fun thing to hear. Can someone take me home?" He tries to use some of his still intact brain cells to interrupt his rambling. "I really need to go home or I'll keep rambling and you guys really don't need nor want to hear this stuff. I need to go home!"

"I've got you." Argos steps forward and helps Viperion up. "Your loft is on my way to my place anyways."

—

As Felix, detransformed and wearing some silky pajamas, tucked him comfortably into the weighted blanket and sat by his bedside, Luka recalls a conversation he'd had with Sass after a particularly bad loop.

When Luka screamed that he felt he was going insane, Sass looked him dead in the eye and said, "Insanity is a given for the people who wield my power. I chose you because you can deal with it. Do not make me believe I chose wrong, Luka."

Luka had no choice, really, to lay down and take what the universe threw at him.

He'll wake in an hour or two, screaming for someone— who? He doesn't know— to run, to jump out of the way, to get out of the fight.

He'll spend tomorrow walking around his flat in a haze. He won't remember how he spends his day, but he will remember the bone dead tiredness seeping into his veins and locking him to his bed, like vines made from the strongest of metals.

He'll live.

He has to.

#he means the world to me #i love him #Luka Couffaine who disassociates for hours or even days at a time #he needs therapy #Luka Couffaine who takes medication for disassociating but it does nothing to help #luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ml ladybug #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #felix fathom

[vktrsnclr]

MISCHIEF'S CURSE (R13)

plot: the greatest betrayal Loki will ever do to you.

pairing: loki x f/m reader

word count: 600+

"I just... Don't see myself getting committed to someone." Loki's brow is crumpled in confusion as he walks off.

Your feel an ache down your throat as you try to hold your tears. You try to chase Loki on the hills, just minutes after confessing.

You've been friends with him since the dawn of times, you've given him comfort at times when he's vulnerable, you stood by him at moments when he's filled with joy, his comrade when battling, his defender when he's in the wrong. You're surely more than friends but definitely less than lovers.

A sudden change in your relationship started when you were teenagers. Or atleast for you. You started noticing his features, his lashes that almost raises up to his brow when he's looking up, the sweat that drops out of his neck when you're training, you even memorized his body language and the way he acts when he's excited, upset, sad or angry. He gave you mixed signals, light touches and platonic kisses.

That night after the battle in Vanaheim, you told yourself that you'll finally confessing your feelings, which you did.

Loki wanted you to have someone better. He still thinks of him as a monster, a vile and cruel Prince that everyone hates even though you always remind him that he's not.

"You won't be happy with me. We both know that and I'm quite sure that if you see me for who I am, you'd be terrified and and you'd leave eventually!"

"The only time I felt genuinely happy was when I'm with you! I wanna see you for who you think you are, Loki! I fucking dare you!" You exclaimed and a tear rolled on your cheek. An uncomfortable moment of silence echoed through the vast snowy hill.

"It's not worth it y/n, I'm incapable of love. You have to understand." He stops and then turns to you

"Then... Th-that time when you said you need me..... What does that mean?" Your voice pitches in pain.

"That doesn't mean a thing! You're a necessity, sure! but friendship is the only thing I can give you!" he exclaims.

"But I do care for you... deeply. You don't have to hate me because of this y/n." His voice dissipates and holds your hand firmly as an attempt to comfort you.

You know it would never be the same, he wouldn't treat you the same way again and might even avoid you. You know you can't handle the weight of it so you decided to run away and hide.

It went on for years in different realms, in an attempt to distract yourself but still, you lie awake at night, a part of you expects him to search for you and for once, be there when you're vulnerable. The most horrifying fact is that he never did. You mostly lived those years miserably alone.

One day, you decided to show up in Asgard after years of longing. Who knows? Maybe he looked for you and you're just too far to reach?

You walked onto the bridge up to the palace, people seem to be gathered for what it seems to be an asgardian wedding. Curious, you decided to sneak in, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ceremony. To your surprise, you discovered that the groom was none other than Loki himself, saying his vows to his bride.

You heart dropped, as though a sword was plunged in it. You felt betrayed. All you can think of is that time when he said that he doesn't see himself getting committed to someone but seeing him now, utterly captivated by her. She's living the life you've always wanted. All of the things you wished he could've done to you.

You can't help but think that maybe he meant that he doesn't see himself getting in a relationship with you, maybe there's something lacking but you just can't think of anything. You gave him everything. All those times you spent alone, hoping to be found might have felt like a waste of time and energy.

After he kissed the bride, your eyes met his. His inner brows curled upwards. The face he only makes when he feels worried or sorry. You nodded as the crowd clap their hands.

"I understand." You mouthed.

This is a bit trashy, my mind's been occupied by college admissions lately but lemme know what you think.

#Spotify #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki x y/n #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #mcu #sad stories #taylor swift #right where you left me #evermore #folklore

[toriafiction]

So, this is one of my early morning brain ideas that I haven't been able to shake. I will definitely write this fic at some point, but I have other works to complete first. I'm hoping that by writing this out here and posting it that, this will be enough to let me concentrate on my main projects again.

This is a DickJay Black Butler fusion fic. You DO NOT have to know anything about Black Butler to enjoy this. Please mind the tags. This is a little dark.

Jason is an abused child living in the Alley, which is a complete hellhole. But this is Jason, so he has a heart of pure gold. One day, he finds himself in a serious situation while trying to help another kid.

It is incredibly BAD.

The situation is utterly hopeless, and Jason is just so scared and righteously furious. He wants to be saved, and he wants these monsters to face justice for their cruelty and evil.

Time freezes and Dick steps out of the shadows.

He has been watching Jason for years. The boy is his. In body, and in soul.

Dick will save him.

Just as soon as he convinces him to make his deal.

———

Dick isn't Jason's butler. He is his big brother fallen guardian angel. He protects Jason and takes care of him, and if anyone crosses him, they die horribly.

Jason is someone who has spent their entire life surrounded by evil but has stayed pure. That makes him incredibly special.

Dick wants ALL of him.

As part of their contract Jason has to 'feed' Dick. To do this he has to give him some form of intimacy. Dick keeps it to small things like hugs, chaste kisses, and cuddling.

He isn't ready to corrupt Jason's purity, yet.

Bruce is a combination of a priest and a supernatural detective. He runs into Jason and tries to save him but his interference ultimately gets him killed. This means that Dick ends up failing his contract and can't collect Jason's soul.

Dick is livid. Crushed

Then, beyond anyone's explanation, Jason comes back.

No memories and completely free of his contract with Dick.

When Jason comes back, he's changed. When he comes back, he is even more mouth-wateringly delicious.

To every single supernatural creature out there.

(Dick has a shit ton of competition.)

You would think this would drive Jason to the protection Dick is offering him, right?

But Dick wants his soul?!?!

Jason thinks he might need that. So, no. Thank you for the offer, but no thank you.

Jason goes to an orphanage run by a church instead.

Holy intervention.

At this point, Jason is overwhelmed and terrified but also just so exasperated and done with this shit.

He has every nightmare creature in existence trying to torment and eat him.

Then there is Dick, the super hot demon that wants his soul...and maybe his body? He's not too clear on that. And Dick maybe wants to eat him too.

Then there is some old creep following him around, talking about how he failed Jason in a past life and how Jason is his greatest failure. It's super uncomfortable. He keeps trying to give him what looks like satanic jewelry.

He is not going to piss off the nuns and priests by wearing that.

The staff at the church has called the police on Bruce at least eleven times at this point. He has been put in jail eight of those times. He keeps getting out and going right back to the church. He won't fail Jason again.

Dick can't enter the church grounds, but he is always around. When Jason looks out a window, Dick is there. When he is outside, Dick is by the fence nearest him. When he has to leave the church grounds for whatever reason, Dick is already waiting by the gates for him and follows him until he returns to the church. Like with most of the other supernatural creatures, nobody but Jason can see or even hear Dick.

It would be creepy, like with Bruce, but Dick is never watching him or even really looking his way. He's just always there. It feels like protection. Like a guardian angel. If angels were dark and evil.

During one of his outings, something tries to attack Jason, and Dick rips it apart with his bare hands. He is covered in the creature's blood, and Jason doesn't think he's ever looked more beautiful.

It's the first time Jason wonders if maybe he doesn't belong in the church. If maybe there is something wrong with him.

And Jason is just getting so tired of living like this.

Would it really be so bad to belong to Dick?

The thing is, Jason is stubborn and unbreakably determined when he sets his mind to it. He will never just give in.

But Jason has forgotten something important. Something he learned in a past life as a young child and knew very well.

Evil isn't just supernatural monsters.

When the gang attacks, it's just for the sake of senseless violence and cruelty. There is nothing at the church or the attached orphanage worth the invasion. This is just for their sick amusement.

There are a lot of them. They aren’t just destroying the property. They are attacking the staff and the children. Jason keeps waiting for Dick to come. He has always protected him and, by extension, the people with him, but Dick isn't showing up.

Then Jason remembers. Dick can't enter the church grounds, even if he wants to.

Their violence just keeps getting worse and more and more depraved. Right as it's peaking and Jason doesn't think he can take one more moment, something in him snaps.

Jason is more than scared. He is both terror and horrified, but he is also righteously furious. He wants to be saved, and he wants these monsters to face justice for their cruelty and evil.

Something in his soul seems to resonate.

Jason calls for Dick.

Time freezes, and his unholy angel steps out of the shadows.

He is furious.

Dick crouches down in front of him. Even though Dick has never been the largest person, his presence always fills up whatever space he is in. Now isn't any different. Despite the horrors frozen in time and on display around them, Jason's eyes are riveted on Dick. He can't look away, and his entire world narrows down to just him. Somehow, Jason knows this is on purpose.

They make a deal, and it is so easy to do. Not just because it's not difficult but because it's so familiar. That familiarity makes it comfortable.

Dick seals it with a kiss, and Jason feels it in every fiber of his being.

He belongs to Dick now, and that is familiar too.

Dick manipulates the shadows, and the darkness becomes silk in his hands. He wraps the fabric around Jason's eyes and tells him to wait there for him. Then, he starts his own massacre. Jason can't see it, but he can still hear it happening. Dick isn't quick about it either. Jason can tell just by the sounds that Dick isn't just killing them. He's tormenting them, having fun as he makes them suffer.

Jason doesn't feel any pity.

Eventually, things go silent around him. There isn't any warning before it happens, but Jason doesn't even startle when Dick sweeps him up. Dick holds him tightly but gently against his chest. Like Jason is someone infinitely precious and fragile.

He still hasn't removed the blindfold, and Jason won't until he is told he can. So he trails his hands up Dick's broad chest and shoulders, up the column of his neck, until he has his face cradled between his hands. Jason kisses him. He doesn't really know how to kiss, so it's just a press of his lips to Dick's. It's unbearably sweet in its innocence. Dick makes a low sound of appreciation deep in his chest. It almost sounds like a growl.

Dick takes him home. Jason doesn't remember having a home, but Dick tells him this is where they live, and Jason believes him. Over the next several days, Jason begins to get his memories back. Once it begins, it happens quickly. He is certain that it is somehow Dick's doing. He would want Jason to remember all the time that he has belonged to him, and he would want All of Jason. Past and present.

Jason is sitting curled up on his bed. Knees pulled tight to his chest as if that will somehow protect him even when it didn't before.

"I died," Jason whispers into the dark of the early morning.

"Yes," Dick says emotionlessly. His face is a blank mask, but Jason knows him so much better now, and that blankness tells him a hundred things.

"I don't blame you. I never did," he says it like a promise, and it is one.

Dick closes his eyes, but Jason can see the pain he is trying to hide.

He stretches his arms out to the creature that has become his everything.

"Can I have a hug?" Do you want a hug?

Dick climbs up onto the bed almost tentatively. It's so strange because Jason has never known him to be unsure about anything. They stay there curled up around each other for a long time. The sun is well and truly risen, and light is pouring in through the windows by the time Dick tries to pull him up out of bed. Jason resists, instead pulling Dick back down to him.

"Our contract is different this time," Jason says. When they had made their contract the first time, Dick had stated all the rules and conditions plainly and straightforward. This last time, there was so much backtalk, and it was so utterly convoluted that Jason hadn't had a hope in hell to actually understand what he was agreeing to.

"Yes," Dick replies.

"Why?"

"Because I know so much better this time what exactly it is that I want." Dick rolls on top of him and holds his face. His gaze is intense, and Jason can't look away. His words are soft, practically soundless. “I am going to take you with me wherever the tides of time carry us, and I am going to keep you forever. Until the end of everything.”

#dick grayson #fanfic #jason todd #fusion fic #dickjay #dc fandom #jaydick #dark fic #possession #possibly triggering #demon dick grayson #mentions of child abuse #mentions of violence #possibly dead dove? #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #bruce wayne

[molsno]

random question buuut how do you feel about trans men using/reclaiming the t slur? this isn’t meant to be bait or anything i’ve just heard trans women in the past say it makes them uncomfortable and was curious to hear your thoughts

it's really annoying honestly. for decades literally the ONLY time I ever heard the word tranny it was used to dehumanize a trans woman, or a fictional caricature of one. I learned that a tranny was the most reviled thing you could possibly be in society and because of that I was utterly terrified to defy any expectations of masculinity for fear of being treated like one. it severely fucked up my perception of myself and kept me from interrogating a single thought I had that conflicted with the assigned gender I had been given, no matter how small. now of course I find a lot of joy in being a tranny but that's because I've accepted that what society finds repulsive is beautiful and amazing. and like yeah trans men deal with transphobia and that's deeply painful, it's a shared experience we have so believe me I know the feeling, but the specter of the tranny doesn't haunt them their every waking moment. up until very recently (and honestly even to this day) if you ask a random cis person what a trans man is they will probably not even be able to answer that question correctly. if you google image search the word tranny basically every result is someone's ghoulish idea of a trans woman. if you look up tranny porn it's all going to be trans women being dehumanized and humiliated. when trans men "reclaim" the word tranny I feel nothing but contempt. they want to pretend so bad that we have the same exact struggle and they wear that notion as a badge of honor while doing nothing to combat the fear of the tranny in the tme person's mind, or worse, upholding it themselves by throwing us under the bus.

#ask #Anonymous #transmisogyny

[deripmaver]

Casca Spits On Your Grave

I was gonna write up a whole long post about what I want Casca's ending to be, what I think is likely based on canon up to now and some of the themes Miura has developed, and look at some endings I've seen people discuss and give my thoughts on them - and then I got lazy LOL.

Plus I realized what I really wanted to discuss is just, as the title suggests, whether I want Casca to have her whole badass revenge arc where she takes out all of the demons and apostles who assaulted her and killed her friends one by one in a show of bloody vengeance, ending with her as Judith beheading Griffith's Holofernes, etc etc etc.

The short answer is yeah duh LOL. Casca goes from a brilliant and capable mercenary commander to a traumatized shell of a person who is terrified of all men, even the ones that she'd known and trusted prior to the Eclipse. In her dreamscape, the horror of what she faced is finally explicitly shown from her point of view - the penis monsters and the feelings of revulsion they produce in her little sprite indicating the terror of repeated assaults and attempted assaults. It's blunt to the point of being over the top but I mean... It gets the point across.

Then, of course, the climactic moment in the corridor of dreams where you see the eclipse rape literally through her eyes. It's incredibly rare to see rape scenes presented that way, in that first person POV, and going from that directly to the image of Casca shattering into pieces makes me tear up even to this day.

Side note lol I probably didn't need to describe the corridor of dreams chapters but I genuinely can't help myself, I love them so much.

In those chapters and the later ones where Casca has her PTSD flashbacks, she remembers all of the beloved memories of the people she loved and is made catatonic again when she remembers she lost them. The corridor of dreams makes it clear that it was Griffith's rape specifically that shattered her. Losing all of the Hawks, being betrayed by Griffith - of course she should get revenge on the monsters that did that to her. One by one she should destroy them, letting them taste just a fraction of what they put her through. Not to mention she was in her regressed state for so long I know I'm not the only one itching for her to fight again.

Here's the "but" though. Or maybe it's more of an "and" idk if any of y'all have done improv LMFAO. Yes and.

I think part of the appeal of rape revenge is that it gives the catharsis of seeing rapists punished violently in a world where they rarely face justice at all. However, what a lot of these movies miss, because this truth is far more uncomfortable and unpalatable, is that the scars of trauma remain even after vengeance is fulfilled. This is especially true if the perpetrator is someone the victim knew, as is the case for Casca. There's the focus on justice and catharsis and violent revenge because in a lot of ways it's easier to stomach that than it is to stomach the how utterly shattering it is to be betrayed so thoroughly.

It's uncomfortable to see Casca the commander reduced to Elaine. It's uncomfortable to see her helpless and terrified and reduced to trembling and sobbing in front of a reborn Griffith as the reader is reminded, just for a moment, of who did this to her. It's uncomfortable that even after her mind is restored that she can't even think of Griffith without going completely catatonic, that she grips Farnese's hand in terror as she sleeps because the trauma is still literal thorns around her heart, continuing to hurt her.

You know what? I think this is objectively good writing. There's no revenge. There's no becoming stronger. There's just grief and betrayal and Casca's broken heart. .........the fact that it took literally 20 years to restore her mind and that Miura included like half a dozen attempted rape scenes of her in her infantilized state is uh, not objectively good writing.

There's a fine line when it comes to writing rape trauma, though, and if Casca stays completely broken and unable to heal that starts leaning into the opposite end of harmful tropes. That's why I do think she should find the strength to fight back and get revenge for herself and her fallen comrades and kill Griffith. However, I can't help but think there's a desire for her to stop appearing so outwardly traumatized and start taking revenge because trauma is uncomfortable to read. Every moment she's on page she reminds you of how deeply Griffith betrayed her. At some point it becomes nearly unbearable.

Miura's grasp of writing trauma is kind of a mixed bag, but one thing he is clearly aware of is how its effects are lingering, and how it informs how someone interacts with the world. This is true in how he writes Guts in the Wounds chapter, and also how he writes Guts after the Eclipse regressing into violence and vengeance because of his trauma. Guts only begins his journey to process the trauma of the Eclipse when he reconnects with Rickert, and then later Casca, and then later accepts companions again. This leads me to believe that this lingering trauma response from Casca isn't an example of him not knowing how to write trauma, or women, but is a deliberate choice and not one I feel the need to critique.

Casca should become a fighter again, and she should start to genuinely heal and, as Miura said, face up to what Griffith and the demons did - but at the end of the day what happened to her is soul-crushing. She should also continue to show the lingering effects of it, and she should get to lean on the communities of women she's cultivated, and she should get to have moments where she's terrified and overwhelmed with trauma - no matter how uncomfortable it is to read. When it comes to depictions of rape and rape trauma, I genuinely think that will be on the whole more holistic than having her just getting revenge.

It'll be really satisfying seeing her kill some apostles though I'm ngl. Hopefully we'll get there eventually LOL

#berserk #berserk meta #casca #casca berserk

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

#Creations AU #fnaf creations au #fnaf au #fnaf comic #fnaf fanart #fnaf art #fnaf 1 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt #bonnie #freddy fazbear #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 bullies #fnaf 4 cc #michael afton #micheal afton #fnaf 4 art #five nights at freddys

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Hiii I’m new to this Page and I’m so sorry to ask this given how much I love how descriptive the RO’s, and if you are uncomfortable with this question, please ignore this😭…

But what would the RO’s reaction be if after a long night of socializing, they wake in bed next to someone who isn’t MC?

Hello,

You did everything right, don't worry. 😊

I low key would like some more context on this ask though lol. Are the RO's drunk? Who is the stranger? Is this a prank? Since you didn't specify I will make my own conclusions lol.

Edit: This ask low key reminds me of the Sinbad Magi anime where he sleeps next to princess Kougyoku by accident and everyone thought he slept with her but literally nothing happened. lol 😂

Cassandra: I am going to say that she was hosting a party and things were getting late but MC was still very awake so she left things to MC and went to bed. Only for somebody to channel their inner mexican childhood and find some random room to sleep in like they own the house. Dude really just let himself into their bed and passed out next to her, she probably felt the bed dip but thought it was MC and brushed it off. Until she turned around to hug MC and saw somebody else and lost her shit. Screaming and yeeting that man off the bed, with him being so terrified he ran to the balcony and jumped into the bushes to get away.

Valeria: I'm going to say with her this was a prank from MC and her brothers so when MC and her were getting ready for bed, MC goes to the bathroom and tells her to go to sleep while they shower. She gets some rest and feels when the bed dips but the lights are off so she doesn't see anything. She hugs the person next to her and immediately smells somebody else, she squints and asks for MC as she reaches for the lamp next to her. When the light comes on and she sees her twin Marcos resting on the bed blowing her kisses she cusses him out and kicks him off the bed. Cracking up the rest of her brothers and MC, after the immediate irritation blows over she laughs too and admits it was a good prank.

Tomás: Ummm, I am going to say he was at some event with MC and they rested up at a nearby hotel. At the party there was a foreign lady who was thirsting over him but he kept blowing her off, which in terms made her more desperate for him. So when you both got back to the hotel after the party MC said they were going to shower and he got in bed to sleep. He heard the water turn off but didn't know MC was taking their time getting dressed, he heard a door open and then someone climb in bed next to him. He turned over to embrace MC and smelled a odd perfume that MC has never worn but he ignored it. It wasn't until MC turned on the light and he looked up confused at them, that he turned his head to see the lady and he;

flipped. the. hell. out.

Poor man was screaming, utterly terrified and after MC drags her out of the room he is swearing up and down he had no idea it was someone other than MC. Please reassure him that you believe him, he couldn't bear the thought of MC thinking he would ever cheat on them.

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Ludovica: ... I don't how this would happen with her. Probably the same way as Cass but she wouldn't be throwing parties that are not done by like 5 pm.

I'm going to say she attended one of Aurelio's parties with MC and it got dark before they realized it. Aurelio not wanting to send you guys back home in the dark he lets you spend the night in a borrowed room in his mansion. They go to bed together but at some point in the night MC goes to get some water from the kitchens and she stays awake in the dark waiting for them to get back. Some other house guest mistakes the room for their own and goes to bed, she just feels that something is off and says MC's name and the dude yells because she scared him and Vica screams because he scared her. Aurelio and MC sort everything out and while Aurelio escorts the dude back to his room Mc is going to have to calm her down and figure out how to get her back to sleep.

Aurelio: Moron probably threw a party and got too drunk and mistook a guest room for his own. Got in bed sleep there until morning and when someone kept poking his nose and didn't respond to MC's name when he told them to stop he opened his eyes and saw a very unamused noble women.

Aurelio: ... Good morning Signora Moretti.

Signora Moretti: Signore Aurelio. Got lost?

Aurelio: Yeah... so, how did you sleep last night?

Signora Moretti: Get out.

Aurelio: I mean this is technically my house-

Signora Moretti: Out.

Aurelio: Yes, Signora.

Elio: I also don't really know how this would happen to him but let's just keep blaming everything that happens in Romandi on Aurelio.

Elio channels his inner child and got sleepy during a late party and sleep in a random room. A nobleman got into bed with him thinking he was his wife and later when his actual wife turned on the light and both men sat up from under the covers chaos ensues.

"I knew you were gay!"

"Excuse me?! I don't even know this man!"

"I knew it! The way you always looked at your best friend and always prefered spending so much more time with him rather than your own wife!"

"Have you ever thought I prefer to spend more time with him, because he doesn't bitch and moan to me about every little thing!?"

Elio would either say: "Well this is awkward." or "Can you both shut up? I am trying to sleep." or "Where is MC? I think I am lost."

#omwat #ask #ludovica #aurelio #cassandra #elio #valeria #tomas #everything wrong in romandi is aurelio's fault

[everlastiingiimmortals]

Reflection on 1.6, part 1

Hello! Now that it is morning and I have had time to reflect on the first half of the continuance (second half is not done yet), I'll be sharing my thoughts - especially in relation to Stelle because her muse reacted fairly strongly to that whole thing. Obvious spoilers and the like, everything will be tagged and under the cut.

so, right off the bat, I'd say Stelle was considerably excited to meet Ruan Mei, given her experience with her in the Simulated Universe-- she quickly grew to regret this. I don't think another character except Kafka has made her feel so small and uncomfortable from a "first" meeting. The whole checking her pulse thing?? Fucking weird.

And then Ruan Mei drugged her. I've mentioned before that Stelle absolutely hates losing any of her autonomy. It's, truly, one of the things that scares her the most. So for her to realize she couldn't speak freely, for her to realize Ruan Mei -- someone she'd previously associated with immense generosity -- had tricked her? She wanted to throttle her so badly. She felt, admittedly, stupid. Stupid for thinking Ruan Mei wouldn't do such a thing, stupid for thinking Ruan Mei's generosity meant she wouldn't be so selfish and manipulative.

Here, Herta's one comment from the very beginning of the story comes to the front of Stelle's mind in full force: "Some of them will trick you into thanking them after they milk you dry. At least I have my honesty going for me." Clearly, despite Herta's affiliation with Ruan Mei, this didn't mean Ruan Mei would hold the same set of values. Stelle felt so, so stupid for not realizing this.

Can I just say that the progression of the mission from annoying to bad to terrifying was amazing for me and absolutely horrid for Stelle

The fact that she couldn't say anything about it either really, really left her alone. Stelle, though with a strong independent streak and tendency to appreciate time to herself, really does not like being alone. Isolated. Getting trapped in that mirror maze in Locufox Forest was already a horrid situation for her, and this was another time far too soon, especially when descending into that elevator alone.

invisible stings fucking suck i hated that and so did stelle. ruan mei what is wrong with you

the creatures were cute at least

Stelle HATED Ruan Mei for her treatment of the little things too, by the way. Her idea of Ruan Mei as a selfish and utterly irresponsible person only strengthened as the mission progressed.

GOD SHE HATES BEING ALONE ALL OF THAT WAS FUCKING AWFUL IT WAS DARK AND CREEPY AND THE INCUBATOR??!?!?!?! SEEING THAT SHIT BROKEN LATER?!?!?!? SHFJDJFJDKGKSKGS NONONONONO THAT WAS AWFUL

It's really sad to me that after returning to the upper floor, seeing Ratio -- even as bewildered as she was -- was such an enormous relief. The presence of another person, here, even if they weren't supposed to be, was such a huge reassurance. Having someone willing to explain the situation, even as limited as it was, having that affirmation that yes, he knows who she is and what she's supposed to do, and yes, he will be watching in case things go south (as scathing about it as he was), was an enormous weight off her shoulder.

Speaking of Ratio, I have a bad habit of keeping headcanons close to my chest while fleshing out a muse (mostly because I forget to share them here), but I do really like this little snippet of what I've seen so far with him. The fact that he is there when he is not supposed to, I think, speaks a lot about his character. He cares. He cares very deeply, in fact. People don't become professors if they do not care about educating and raising future generations. He took the time, even in two succinct "paragraphs," to explain to Stelle exactly what she needed to know about the situation, he could tell she was scared and upset, and I think that Ratio -- despite his scathing tongue and tendency to make his students cry -- is not someone to just let that go and ignore it. His priority is people. Whether it be breaking them from the shackles of ignorance or improving their quality of life in other ways (as per his contributions to energy and such), people matter deeply to him.

Stelle went with the dialogue I chose after his explanation, which was to thank Ratio. In part due to her relief, yes, but also due to her catching on fairly quickly with Ratio's attitude about the whole situation. She figured it best to show some humility and appreciation and not waste further time with the urgency of her task. Especially since he scolded her for asking questions ANDJSKFNALFJ

Shoutout to the distaste in Ratio's voice when he referred to the swarm king I could HEAR that lip curl

HATED THAT WHOLE CUTSCENE. STELLE DON'T TOUCH THAT SHIT AUGH GROSS GROSS GROSS

I lost once to it :(

Loved how Ratio was watching over Stelle the whole time thank you sir I love you. I have no doubt in my mind that he would have stepped in if things really went bad. Fascinated at how he got the information on Ruan Mei's experiment, I wonder if that will be revealed in the second half. If not I'll come up with some shit eventually

STELLE. WAS. SO. PISSED. AT. RUAN. MEI.

SHE WANTED TO DECK RUAN MEI SO BAD. "I regret what I've done" NO YOU DON'T. YOU REGRET THAT IT WAS A FAILURE. NOT THAT YOU WENT BEHIND SCREWLLUM'S AND HERTA'S BACKS AND ENDANGERED ALL OF THE RESEARCHERS ON THE STATION. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'D ONLY BE ALIVE FOR 56 SECONDS THE AMOUNT OF DAMAGE IT COULD HAVE DONE IN THAT TIME WOULD HAVE BEEN IRREPARABLE. OHHH MY GOD SHE WAS SOOOO PISSED

I personally don't like how quick the Trailblazer seems to forgive Ruan Mei? I think she should be way angrier. Stelle hold a grudge girl you deserve it you almost died. My Stelle holds a grudge against Ruan Mei (and the whole of the Society at this point now. Geniuses are such fucking assholes).

Those critters are yours now Stelle, Ruan Mei ditched them all smfh

very much looking forward to more Ratio. Sir <3 <3 <3

#//immortal; (OOC) #//about; (VESSEL OF DESTRUCTION) #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH) #hsr spoilers

[reemonna]

When you're stressed or panicked with Bruno Bucciarati

(Warning: mentions of deaths, drugs and child abuse)

Half of his comrades being brutally killed before him, one of them giving up on his command, his father dying because of drugs, and he -himself- finding out the man he's working for is the reason why drugs -the very thing he hated since he was a kid- is spreading everywhere, even between kids ..... Bucciarati has experienced a lot of traumatizing events so he can utterly understand how does it feel to be exposed to such a shocking event, especially when you lose someone you care about

Even if how terrifying the situations he was exposed to were, he still manages to throw them behind. That's why he would try to share his experience with you; hoping to make you feel even a slightly better

If there was a very violent scene he quickly will catch your eyes with his hands and commands you to turn your head around and look away. He will try to convince you that it's not a big deal even if it is

If you witness one of your gang members or friends dies, he knows that no cheerful words can be said in a situation like that to make it better. He just stays quiet and let you get all of your tears and sorrows out without interruption

He asks your comrades to get back to the mission, whereas he stays by your side until you calm down, and also to protect you in case of presence of enemies

He thinks it's totally okay to show and release your anger, hatred and flounce sometimes, especially in a situation like this

He Rubs your back, kisses your forehead, looks you in the eyes and says nothing, he would even cuddle you. But he always asks before doing anything so he won't make you feel more uncomfortable and stressed

If he senses your desperate desire for him saying anything to relieve you, he can have a little chat with you, and he -unintentionally- gets down to reality with his talk instead of an emotional consultation

"There's no such thing called 'overcoming sadness'. This is way too utobian-like. You just need to learn how to live with it. It's fine to feel all the bad feelings sometimes, but don't let it eat you from inside. I'll always be here if you need to talk or open up to someone" and then ends his talk with a relieving, delicate smile

#bruno bucciarati #incorrect dialogue #jjba headcanons #jojo incorrect quotes #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bruno bucciarati x reader #jojos part 5 #jojo golden wind #jojo bruno #jjba part 5 #jjba golden wind #jjba part five #jjba pt 5 #jojo part 5 #jojo part five #jojo spoilers #jjba bucciarati #jjba bruno #sticky fingaz #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jjba hcs #jojo headcanons #jojo headers

[galexystern]

butterfly wings

chapter five; summer 1985

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader

rating; T

warnings; fluff, au - canon divergence

word count; 3.2k

desc; despite what's happened, you, Steve, and Eddie grow closer.

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You avoid both Steve and the idea of parsing through that kiss and conversation. Or, at least, you try to. It gets hard when you realize he works at the ice cream shop next to the record store at the mall. You're just thankful it's not across the hall.

You then try to avoid the shop completely, but that fails too, due to Vickie. She shows up one day and pesters you into taking your break and going to Scoops Ahoy. You reluctantly follow her in and curse inwardly at how adorable Steve looks in his sailor uniform. It shouldn't look good on anyone, but you think he could probably make a clown costume look sexy.

When you walk up to the counter, you're terrified he's going to take one look at you and shutter, ice you out because "Steve Harrington doesn't get rejected" or something like that. But then he spots you and lights up, smiling warmly and greeting you with all the normal King Steve charm. You're so relieved that you exhale heavily and have to lie that you and Vickie had been having a contest to see who can hold their breath the longest. "And look at that! I won," you explain awkwardly.

Vickie gives you a side-eye and says, deadpan, "Yeah. You got me, babe."

You giggle nervously. As Vickie asks her usual questions to Steve's coworker, inspecting everything before deciding, you and Steve just look at each other, uncomfortable air between you. You know something needs to be said, so you lean towards him. "Hey, about the kiss..." You wince. "I'm sorry—"

"Stop right there," Steve cuts in kindly. "You have nothing to be sorry for, beautiful. I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to do that without asking."

You half-melt in front of him. Giving him a small smile, you reply quietly, "It's okay."

Steve looks utterly relieved. "Then we're good?" When you nod, he breaks into a bright grin and you match it.

Two things prevent you from avoiding the shop after that. One, Vickie gets a little crush on Steve's coworker, Robin, and spends all her free time—meaning also all your break time—half-stalking, half-flirting with her. It's really cute and you're not about to stop a possible love story from unfolding so you're stuck there.

Two, they have a sundae that you fall in love with. Like actually, it's the best thing you've ever had, absolute heaven. You can't afford to eat it every day, but someone must've heard you gushing about how good it is to Vickie the first day you have it, because after that, Steve has it prepared for you whenever you walk in. He also gives it to you on the house each time.

After the third or fourth time, you protest. "Steve," you say exasperatedly, "you can't keep giving me free ice cream."

"Sure I can," he replies with a grin. "Who'll know? And if they find out, they can just dock my pay."

You study him, but the smile doesn't waver. Finally, you sigh. "I don't know. It's not fair."

He gives you a little frown. "How can I make it fair?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "It's very one-sided. How can I make it up to you?" You blush at the way it comes out sounding like the start to a bad porno, but Steve takes the question seriously.

"Lemme think about it. I'll let you know next time."

By then, Vickie is grabbing your arm and pulling you away so she can discuss the latest flirting attempt with Robin. All you can do is give Steve a quick nod and see a flash of his beaming expression as you round the corner out of sight.

The next time you show up, Steve gives you the sundae and looks triumphant. "I've got it."

"Lay it on me," you say without thinking and wince a little. The Freudian slips can stop any time now.

"You work at the record shop." He pauses and you nod, puzzled. "You get the brand-new records every week." You start to see where this is heading. "You play me the new records from my favorite artists when they come in. You get your sundaes on me, and I get to hear the music before everybody else."

You try not to picture Steve naked and covered in ice cream and think about the offer. You think about saying no—while he had apologized, the kissing incident is still very on your mind and you don't want to encourage him if he's still behaving like a king. But it's also beginning to seem like he's not: A week or so earlier, when you and Vickie had walked in and got in line, Steve had been flirting his ass off with the girls at the front.

Badly.

The girls had tittered meanly and left without even acknowledging it. Then, as the next customers were looking at the menu, Robin wordlessly lifted up a dry erase board, wrote on it, and then showed it to Steve, who rolled his eyes and ignored it. But you'd scooted to the side a little, and saw that it was a tally: two columns, one labeled "you rock" and the other "you suck" with a lot of marks in the second column and none in the first. You connected it to the failed flirting attempt and were surprised to think that maybe Steve Harrington has lost his signature charm?

But that couldn't be right either. Because he was effortlessly flirty with you and you just didn't understand why it wouldn't work on other girls. It still worked on you.

Right after that encounter, when you and Vickie were eating your sundaes together, you'd asked her if she'd seen the dry erase board.

"No," she answered, licking her spoon, "but I know about it. Robin's told me. It's all the times he's failed with girls."

"That's what I thought. That seems so weird to me."

"Me too. I asked her about it. She told me—this stays between us," she looked at you sternly and you nodded. "She told me that it seems psychosomatic, like he's in his own way. She's seen him as King Steve too, and this Steve is a poor excuse for that one. But she thinks something is blocking him, rather than he became a completely different person like, overnight."

You took that in. "When do you think it started?"

Vickie shrugged. "Seems like it started when this job started. He was bad at flirting from the first day."

You thought back to the kiss. The party was just a few weeks before the mall opened and everything got up and running. Come to think of it, you hadn't seen any girls entering or leaving Steve's apartment since then either.

Your heart raced at the implication then, and it’s racing now.

"So, beautiful? We got a deal?" Steve has a puppy dog look.

"Okay," you answer timidly, hopefully. "Deal."

"Yes!" He claps his hands together in joy and you laugh. "I will see you Friday then."

"Friday."

;

And so, on Friday, Steve comes walking into the record shop after close, whistling.

"Harrington?" Eddie says, confused. "What're you doing here, man?"

Steve looks at you. "You didn't tell him?" He's teasing.

You shake your head sheepishly. You'd been too busy freaking out about it that you'd forgotten. Turning to Eddie, you explain the deal as Steve looks through the new releases.

"I want in," Eddie demands immediately.

Steve just laughs. "Sure thing. No problem."

Eddie looks at you incredulously but all you can do is shrug. Steve comes up holding an album already. "We haven't unpacked the new stuff," you point out.

"I know," he replies. "This is for all the previous free sundaes."

You ignore Eddie's gaze as you go grab the box of new records, blushing furiously. As you bring it back, Eddie takes the album from Steve and loads it into the store player. Supertramp's "Brother Where You Bound" starts playing and Steve sorts through the box. You and Eddie finish your closing tasks, all three of you bopping to the music. By the time it ends, you're all chilling in chairs you'd brought out from the break room.

"Nice choice," Eddie commends, seeming pleasantly surprised, and Steve smiles brightly at him.

"What's next?" You ask eagerly.

Steve hands over the other record he'd picked out: Bruce Springsteen's "Glory Days". You gasp excitedly. Eddie cocks his head and you show him the choice. He makes a face and Steve laughs.

"Bruce Springsteen is great!" You accuse Eddie as you switch out the records.

Eddie fake-gags.

"At least it's just a single," Steve says, patting Eddie on the back in sympathy.

"But you should give him a chance," you argue and sit back down. The song starts playing and you and Steve immediately groove to it. Eddie crosses his arms.

Steve stands and holds out a hand for you. "Dance, beautiful?"

You take it, Steve pulling you out of the seat and into a spin. You laugh as the two of you bounce around the store, loving the song. You even manage to sing the chorus after hearing it twice, and you sing it to Eddie, whose arms are still crossed but lips are twitching to hold back a grin. By the end of the song, you and Steve are both singing at him. He finally cracks a smile as the last notes fade away.

"See?" You exclaim. "It was so good!"

"It wasn't bad," Eddie responds grudgingly, making Steve bark out a laugh.

"We'll make a Bruce Springsteen fan out of you yet," he teases and Eddie scoffs, but you can see the pink tinge on his ears.

"Let's get outta here," you say. "The mall's creepy at night."

"Aw, we'll protect you, angel," Eddie replies.

Steve nods. "Nothing gets past us, beautiful."

They strike a combat pose together and you fail to hold back your laughter. You continue to snicker as you put the record in the New Releases section and grab your stuff, Eddie and Steve protesting your ridicule as they also gather their belongings. Steve holds open the door for you and you exit, Eddie following and locking the door. He swings the keys around his finger and Steve whistles and you walk in between them to your cars, feeling light and happy. You all exchange goodbyes—Eddie with a wink and Steve with a sweet wave—and part ways.

;

And that's how it goes for the beginning of summer, for the most part. You get free sundaes, Vickie gets to kind of flirt with Robin, Eddie gets to explain D&D to you, and Steve gets to hear new music before everyone else. Everybody wins.

A few times, when Steve picks out an album you and Eddie aren't interested in, Eddie continues his D&D instructions. You're worried that either Steve will make fun of you two and the game, or he'll get mad you're talking while he's listening, but he doesn't seem to mind, waving away your worries of being too loud. Eventually, you start to catch him half-paying attention, glancing at Eddie talking animatedly here and there, seemingly interested in the gameplay.

It gets simultaneously easier and harder to hang with Steve and Eddie and both of them at the same time. Robin continues to tell Vickie, who continues to tell you, that Steve is still failing to pick up girls. But he gives you butterflies every time you visit him, charm perfectly intact, and there are no more girls at his apartment. It's nice to hang with him at the record shop, but he doesn't flirt there, when you're there with him basically alone. So you're not really sure where you two stand.

Eddie is sweet and charismatic, and working with him is a breeze. But he's so focused on explaining D&D to you that any flirting is rare and far between. You actually notice an uptick in teasing when the listening parties happen, when Steve is around. You think about the handkerchief he wears and that maybe there's a connection to be made between the two.

On the other hand, you can feel yourself falling for them both but are working overtime to slow it, maybe even stop it. You don't know if Steve is still interested in you, and that could've died out when you told him you only wanted something serious. And you don't know if Eddie has ever been interested in you, or that he's even straight in the first place. And how would you even reconcile liking both of them? You don't think you could choose between them, and you're not sure they'd be cool with sharing, if it came to that.

It's hard, though, as the summer goes on. As you're all listening to Talking Heads's "Little Creatures", Eddie talks about failing his senior year again and having to take it over. With Motley Crüe's "Theatre of Pain" as background music, you describe having to move a lot as a kid and the difficulties you faced after your parents died. And while AC/DC's "Fly on the Wall" plays, Steve admits that he'd not gotten into any colleges and had to scramble to find a job, at a loss for what to do next. It's more than you've heard from, and told to, anyone besides your friends in a long time. It makes you like them all the more.

;

One day in early July, Steve comes into the store.

"Hey!" You excitedly yell to him. "I took the liberty of choosing a couple of records for this week." You hold up The Smith's "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore" and The Cure's "A Night Like This". "They're both singles, so we can still pick out a full album."

But the closer Steve gets, the more agitated he seems. Once he's near you, you can see the expression on his face: full of worry, panic, and fear. Your heart starts to pound.

"Eddie," you call. Said man emerges from a nearby aisle and walks over to you.

"What's up..." He trails off once he sees Steve's face.

"Get out of here, both of you," Steve says firmly. "Grab your stuff, lock up the store, and go."

"What are you talking about?" Your voice is shaky.

He shakes his head frantically. "I can't tell you. Please don't ask any questions. Just leave." He starts to back away but Eddie asks, "Where are you going?"

Steve quickly glances at the door, where it looks like Robin and two kids are waiting anxiously. When he turns back to you, his expression has turned to one of pleading. "I have to go. But I need to make sure you're safe. Promise me you'll leave right now."

"But—"

"Promise," he demands, then adds gently, "please."

"Okay," you respond fearfully. "We promise. Right, Eddie?"

Eddie nods. "Cross our hearts."

Steve gives a tight smile. "Good. Thank you. Now get out." And he runs out the door and out of view.

You and Eddie look at each other. "I guess we're getting out now," Eddie says and you leap into action, each grabbing your belongings and leaving the store, locking up quickly. You power-walk through the mall until you're outside. It seems like a regular summer day, nearing dusk. People are streaming in and out of the mall like nothing is wrong.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Eddie asks, poised to walk away.

You dart out and grab his arm. "Don't leave."

Eddie steps back in close. "I won't, angel." He eyes your anxious expression and shallow breathing. "You nervous?" You nod, not looking at him. "About Steve?" Another nod and he sighs. "Me too. But I think I've got just the thing."

He leads you to his van and opens the passenger side door for you. You climb in and he joins you a minute later. Turning over the engine, Eddie carefully drives out of the mall parking lot and out of town a little, until you're surrounded by greenery. He gets out and opens your door again, giving you a hand stepping down. Then he walks you to the back of the van and opens the doors. It’s a little messy, but there's a couple blankets and pillows folded in a corner, which he takes and spreads out, helping you climb up. He follows and opens his trusty lunchbox, eventually holding up a rolled joint.

"This should calm your nerves," he offers as he lights it. "It's a mellow strain."

You take it from him gratefully and inhale deeply. A couple of drags later, it starts working and your nerves relax, though your mind is still thinking about Steve.

To distract you, Eddie asks, “Have any ideas for what you'll DM this year?"

You look at him in surprise. "I thought you would still be DM?"

"I will." He takes a drag. "But it was supposed to be your year, so I think it's only fair you get to lead a campaign. I was going to give you the one I've been working on but it's the only one I've got." He smiles apologetically, like there's nothing he can do about it. "So, wanted to see if you have anything brewing. I can help flesh it out if you need."

You study him, unsure. You have a couple of ideas but they're very rudimentary, and you're not sure if he'll think they're stupid. But as you gaze at his kind face, you decide to go for it. He's never judged you before.

So you explain some starts you've been thinking about. Eddie stays quiet at first, only interrupting here and there. But steadily you both become more excited, and soon enough you're talking over each other about the possible campaigns, and Eddie is writing everything down as quickly as he can. This goes on for a long time, only ending when you both hear, then feel, a loud boom echo through town. You both look out and see smoke billowing from the direction of the mall.

You look at Eddie, panicked. "Steve" is all you say and then you're both moving. Eddie puts his things away as you climb into the passenger seat. After he closes the back doors, he follows suit and starts the van. Then he drives like a maniac to the mall.

It's clearly where the smoke is coming from. Eddie speeds through the parking lot until he stops with a screech in front of a group of people that includes Steve and Robin. You jump out before the van is even parked and run up to them. Throwing your arms around Steve, you hold him tight. He seems startled but quickly wraps his arms around you and hugs you back.

"Thank god you're okay," you whisper breathlessly.

"I'm okay, beautiful," he confirms.

You step back to find him smiling at you gently. You smile back and turn to hug Robin as well. As you do, you see Eddie also hug Steve, who holds him close too. But they also do the man thing and slap each other's backs when they part.

The four of you look at the pile of rubble, parts of it still smoldering.

"Is it weird if I'm mostly sad I won't get those sundaes anymore?" You wonder aloud.

Steve, Eddie, and Robin just laugh.

chapter six

#steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

[ylojgtr]

*please see notes for an important correction*

so you know. i watched the barbie movie. i watched the oppenheimer. i did the dress up and the whole thing. and i had fun with it. but i was also deeply uncomfortable with it at the same time, and ill explain why, but i first think the idea of not enjoying barbenheimer, and barbie specifically, needs to be made less of a problem, almost destigmatized.

the discourse is kinda suffocating around the barbie movie ive found. if you don't like it, you're almost automatically labelled either one of those "oh i hate that movie it's anti-men" people or someone who "can't enjoy something fun." my issue with the barbie movie is not that it is anti-men (in fact, it is explicitly pro-men, and does a fabulous job showing how the patriarchy harms everyone), nor that i am incapable of having fun with it (i already said, i really did love having had the experience i did), nor even that i thought it was a bad movie (on the surface, i enjoyed it quite a bit and especially loved the unique settings and ideas, like i would never have come up with that if i was told "ok, write a barbie reboot now")

my problem is in the context of the movie, and how fucking hypocritical and back stabby it feels to women in particular. like the fact that they make fun of the all-male board of directors trying to appeal to girls "in the least creepy way possible"...but that's literally what the movie is, an appel to women for money. they make a point that barbie is "for the girls" but that doesn't change the fact that it's largely men profiting off it.

i almost feel like mattel is controlling both the supply and demand of feminism: they made these toys that reinforced harmful body and gender ideals for generations, and profited off it, and they're now making a statement against harmful body and gender ideals, and profiting off it.

the "jokes" about men running mattel and profiting off things they don't understand are not jokes, that is literally what happens and what is happening. the thing i find most terrifying is how willing they are to make themselves look like idiots in the name of profit

and oppenheimer...yeah, it's a technological marvel, the filmmaking is top-tier, and the cinematography is utterly captivating. but it's a very one-sided story. i know it's called oppenheimer and everything, and that it doesn't portray him in an entirely positive light, but i feel like it's another white hero centred biopic that uses terrible actions as "character development." like i can't imagine the guilt he must have felt for having caused the horrors he did, and the movie does a great job presenting that aspect of it (the scene where he's giving the speech and he sees the corpses and it shows his conflict is...very well done). but it also just uses it as that: presenting his guilt.

i wish the criticism of barbenheimer would allow for more insightful comments and for us all to just realize that capitalism does not care about women or fixing the patriarchy, no matter what they tell you

#barbie #barbenheimer #oppenheimer #capitalism #patriarchy #long post

[noxexistant]

as someone who has also had the trains mess up leaving me abandoned in Paddington station I am so sorry, hope you had a great time at the shows though!

Any thoughts on Alex Snyder?

i had an incredible time at the show, even being sat here for seven hours it’s worth it

i have so many thoughts about alex snyder, like oh my god

first of all - he’s terrifying. this is the first time i’ve ever been scared of snyder, this made me Get it. he’s so real. he’s very soft-spoken, the type that’ll make you steadily let your guard down in his more distant moments, and then he’ll explode at the drop of a pin with this pure, raw fury.

he hates jack, utterly despises him, and it’s so much more than the usual jack and snyder dynamic. snyder is manic with his desire to catch jack. he’s obsessed, he acts like he’s losing sleep about it every damn night, utterly tortured by this kid. he wants his head. there was this one moment he utterly screamed “RUN ALL YOU WANT” as jack ran away up the aisles and it was enough to put the fear of god into me, let alone jack.

he’s deeply cold and calculating, is never ever “off”, never truly at rest. it’s like he’s always analysing, always scanning the room, always ready to blow. he gave the full aura of having to walk on eggshells around someone like that, and it was so vivid and uncomfortable.

he’s cruel to crutchie, the type of cruelty that’s so much deeper, speaking softly and almost kindly as he knelt down next to crutchie after he’s beaten in the fight and says “it’s off to the refuge with you, little man,” the way one might send a naughty child to bed.

also, he smokes cigarettes.

#answered #anonymous