#begging on their knees for the fans to forgive them if they did take this down fuck them so so much

[neurolady]

I Forgive You!

I've seen a million and one different takes on Aziraphale's "I forgive you" in the Final 15. Most peoples initial knee jerk reactions of what the fuck does Crowley need forgiving for, to forgiving Crowley for an unconsented kiss, to (once folk have calmed down and started to see Aziraphale really has no choice but to go back to Heaven) forgiving Crowley for not trusting him. What I haven't seen is the suggestion that it actually has nothing to do with forgiveness at all!

When he says, "May God forgive you" or "May you be forgiven," it's always after Crowley does something Aziraphale believes is out of character or wrong. In Uz Crowley saying he wants to kill Job's children and at the bandstand after his ourburst at God (I'm missing one, I'm sure). I think in these instances he is genuinely saying I hope you're forgiven for what you just did.

On the two occasions, he uses, "I forgive you," Crowley is not acting out of character at all, and neither is he wrong. Aziraphale knows this! The two scenes are completely parallel in s1ep4 by the car when Crowley pulls over to apologise and, of course, in s2 the Final 15.

Crowley wants to talk about them and is ALL in for them to be together - literally, both scenes basically begs Aziraphale run off together.

Aziraphale can't get past his cognitive dissonance and insists Heaven is the answer. Obviously, everything is ramped up 1000 in the Final 15, but even in s1, you can see Aziraphale's turmoil at being asked to choose Crowley or Heaven.

This is where I think "I forgive you" has nothing to do with Aziraphale offering forgiveness to Crowley. In both scenes, Crowley pushes Aziraphale's attachment to Heaven even further. In s1, he keeps it about Aziraphale, "...how can someone so smart be so stupid!" In s2, no such restraint, so you know just "No Nightingale's" and THE Kiss!! The effect is the same, Aziraphale is shook (obviously just a teeny-weeny bit more in s2), he's retreating into himself, and his reflex is "I forgive you". He's a being of forgiveness it's an instinct. He also knows - again probably more out of instinct than any deliberate intention - that Crowley will immediately recoil from any attempts at forgiveness, which gives him space to process. So I think "I forgive you", is actually Aziraphale's shield that he throws up between himself and Crowley when his love for Heaven (or more for being an Angel) is in direct conflict with his love for Crowley. He is pushing Crowley away because in the moment, he can't cope with the choice he has to make, and it works both times, and he instantly regrets it both times!

On the plus side, if you condense all the shenanigans that happen after the "car argument" in s1. Crowley instantly forgives Aziraphale for pushing him away, as soon as Aziraphale has a plan he goes to Crowley, he chooses Crowley and Earth without hesitation when the shit is really about to hit the fan and they get their happily until Gabrielle shows up naked at the bookshop a few years later after!

#the blueprint for s3 is all there in the original book #it's not gonna be so easy for them this time #but we know it'll end in the South Downs #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens theories #aziracrow

[reel-fear]

Hey if anyone wants to check out Moving Pictures Redrawn [a fan-made remake of the first chapter of BATIM that Mike n Meatly may have ordered to be taken down? It's unsure at the moment] Guess who downloaded a copy before they did that~

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #honestly if they did order the take down um lmao tbh #I guess Id do the same it must be embarrassing for a fan to make a better game than you did literally improved your damn #flagship title bc it fucking sucks #but yeah in the name of preserving this piece of art this person mustve spent forever making hmu if u wanna download it <3<3 #its genuinely so cool I hope it turns out someone was posing as the bendy devs bc like this is so awesome #to have it taken down just feels so shitty #idc if its just a better batim if I could fucking sue Meatly n Mike for selling me a piece of shit of a game #thats not fun to play buggy as hell and has some of the worst storytelling ive ever seen #then took this down bc actually we cant let ppl play chapter 1 for free anymore ugh its just salt in the wound of how shitty they r #this remake is so cool I cant believe I got it to run on my computer #the way they redesigned the general areas is so damn cool too this is genuinely such an improvement and meatly n mike should be fucking #begging on their knees for the fans to forgive them if they did take this down fuck them so so much #mike literally has flaunted his fucking wealth in the past do we really think he needs the extra 20 bucks from some poor soul #buying his elaborate scam of a game that has a broken save system really? Does he need that money? No the fuck he doesnt #ramblez

[horang-07]

FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!

i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.

i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.

in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.

this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable

it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.

then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.

he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.

finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.

it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.

in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #eden rambles #william afton #matthew lillard #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #fnaf spoilers #idk i thought it was a great scene #ppl just need to manage their expectations of what fnaf 1 Actually Is in isolation #not the years of other media and fandom and lore and theory #we literally saw him get springlocked one time in 8 bit with no audio and four frames. how is this worse in comparison #wanna make another post talking abt how the film explores images vs the reality when you look deeper #specifically abby and her drawings/the drawings at freddys vs mike’s motivation being based on the images he sees in his dreams #and how it’s so perfect for fnaf 1 being a game almost entirely made of just scary images without actually exploring the reality #that these robots are Children and Scared and Lost #tldr the fort scene was necessary

[foxartist-blog]

18 Men for the 18+ (Part 1)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Characters: Scaramouche, Tighnari, Childe, Thoma, Venti

• Word count: >300 each

• Female reader, slight degradation (Scaramouche) and spanking (Childe)

(Forgive the cringe title.)

Scaramouche

“Such a slut,” Scaramouche gently pulled your hair away and held it as you took his cock in your mouth. “That’s right, take it all in,” he whispered while watching you suck. When tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, Scaramouche slightly pulled himself out while petting your hair. “If you can’t handle it, you’re free to stop, (Y/N),” he smirked. You mumbled a reply sending vibrations up his dick. “Hah…” Scaramouche exhaled a shaky moan. “Let’s see what happens when you continue teasing me.” You suppressed a smile, deciding to toy with him further. Slowly, you pulled away from his cock, and leaned in to lick the slit, all while fluttering your lashes at his annoyed and flustered expression. Scaramouche let go of your hair, letting it fall. “Get up, you shameless little slut,” he demanded as you shakily got up, your knees hurt a little. Scaramouche took notice of your knees and pulled you close. “I’ll take care of you later. But right now I need to punish you, my naughty girl,” he whispered in your ear. He pushed you until your back was leaning against the wall while he was whispering dirty things in your ear such as how he was going to fuck you, how he wanted to make you cum on his fingers, how he wanted to overstimulate you until you begged him to stop; he simply wanted to break you. “Spread your legs.” Scaramouche demanded. “Wider.” He slipped his hand into your panties, groping and rubbing your pussy. He slid his slender fingers in, exploring until he rubbed against your special spot. His fingers moved faster and faster, your sweet release on the edge until you came, legs shaking. But Scaramouche didn’t stop. He slowed his fingers down but he was still fingering your squelching hole. You reached down and grabbed his wrist with both hands, whispering a ‘stop,’ and ‘it’s too much,’ but he simply clicked his tongue. “I did say I was going to punish you,” he said as he snatched your wrists together and pinned them above your head. “If you can cum a few more times on my fingers, then I’ll fill you up with my cock.”

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Tighnari

He was gentle. Always gentle with you. Tighnari hovered over you on the bed, nipping at the base of your neck, eliciting the tiniest whimpers from you. His hand slowly slithered up your chest and lightly closed his fingers around your neck. His mouth moved to your shoulder, and grazed upon your skin with his teeth. Again, very lightly, as you attempted to stop shivering from Tighnari’s feathery touches. He let out a breathy chuckle, “Does it feel good?” You replied with a yes, feeling his mouth open wider and bit gently onto your neck. How could you stop the moans as he kissed, and kissed, and kissed the spot that sent shivers up your spine. His long ears brushed against your face as he sucked and licked your breasts. You almost wanted to take one of his soft ears into your mouth, wondering how he would react. Instead you blew some air into his ear and felt him shudder. Tighnari stopped his ministrations on your chest and looked back at you. His cheeks were turning pink as he said, “You know my ears are sensitive. But don’t think…” He moved closer to your ear. “...Don’t think I won’t do the same to you.” You felt his hot breath fan against your ear. It was a ticklish feeling. Tighnari began to lick the shell of your ear and took your earlobe between his lips. His tongue was brushing against your ear, coating it with his saliva and then he kissed the spot right under your earlobe. You reached out to grab his ears, eager to see his reaction. “Mmh…” Tighnari whined. “I can’t wait any longer.” His cock strained against his pants. He swiftly slipped it out, tapping it against your clit. “Try not to be too loud, okay?” He smiled.

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Childe

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you~?” Childe smirked as his hand slapped your ass again. He had you splayed out on his lap with you lying on your stomach with your clothes pulled down and hanging on your calves. “Teasing me like that, grabbing me like you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard…!” Smack. You gasped out a moan as he caressed your skin with his calloused hand. “Now, you have all my attention, girlie.” His slapping ceased as he gently touched your pussy with his fingertips. “And you’re so wet for me…” Childe slowly pushed a finger in and revelled in hearing your whimpering. “How long will it take for you to cum now, I wonder~?” His free hand groped your chest before flipping you around so you laid on your back against the comfortable bedsheets. His fingers returned to your pussy, softly grazing the clit while he leaned over you, lips pressed close to your ear. “I know you’re so sensitive here,” he whispered as he massaged your clit before once again dipping his fingers into your heat. Your climax was building up fast as he flexed his fingers upward to rub against that spot that had you shaking your thighs, wanting to close them tightly. Obviously, Childe noticed and moved his knee in between your thighs. He moved away from your ear and grabbed your leg and hooked it on his shoulder. He began to rub faster as your climax approached. His fingers were relentless as you orgasmed, spasming as his rubbing slowed down and eventually stopped. Childe brought his fingers that were coated in your essence close to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingers while he watched you calm down. “It’s not over yet, (Y/N).” He said as you glanced down at his pants, his cock begging to be freed from its restraints.

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Thoma

A gasp was heard in the kitchen as you realised what a mess you made… cream, dripping down your face to your chest… some of it even dripping onto the floor. What’s worse, Thoma had decided that it was the perfect moment to check up on what you were doing. “...(Y/N)? Are you… okay?” Thoma carefully walked closer to you, grabbing a cloth and wiping the cream off your face. He couldn’t help looking at how delicious it seemed, his lovable girlfriend covered in white cream… a delectable dessert… His eyes narrowed as he took off your apron, and noticed there was some cream on your neck. You were still reeling in the shock of cream exploding on you that it took you a moment to see the lustful gaze on Thoma’s face. “I’ll get you cleaned up okay?” He said as he slowly licked your cheek. What sort of cleaning method was this? You wondered as Thoma kissed you, tongue slipping in and rubbing against yours. He then moved to your neck, licking and kissing wherever the cream was. Even if he already licked away the cream, he was still caressing your neck softly with his tongue. You shuddered at the contact of his tongue, as Thoma moved down to your chest, slipping off your top and immediately sucking on a nipple. You gasped in pleasure as he kissed, licked, and sucked on your nipple, while his hand toyed with the other. When he decided to swap sides, you pushed his face closer to your breasts, his mouth engulfing the skin of your breast more. Thoma mumbled something, then began to suck on your breast, causing a thrill of pleasure to run through your body. You felt wetter and wetter, as he continued to toy with your breasts until you felt too sensitive and pushed his face away. Thoma chuckled at your reaction, before slipping his fingers into your panties for a taste of his favourite cream.

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Venti

The night wind blew through your hair as you sat comfortably on your boyfriend. Not on his lap, but on his face, as he hungrily lapped up your juices. “V-Venti…!” You gasped as his hands gripped your thighs, not allowing you to move away as he thrusted his tongue deep inside you. One of your hands was pressed against your mouth to muffle your moans while the other was pulling Venti’s hair. Starsnatch Cliff was a popular spot for lovers after all, so the two of you found a secluded area for… such activities… He continued rubbing against your walls with his tongue as his fingers slowly crept towards your clit, touching very softly, causing your thighs to squeeze his face. You glanced down at him and noticed that he had a teasing little light in his eyes as he looked up at you, gradually rubbing your clit faster until you orgasmed in his mouth. If only he stopped there. No, he wanted to make you feel even better. With just a little bit of overstimulation. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he just wants to make you feel good. His thrusting slowed down considerably but his tongue was still inside, exploring slowly and softly while you squirmed and trembled on his face. Eventually you calmed down enough and began to grind on his face, chasing another orgasm. It felt much stronger, as Venti began thrusting his tongue roughly, more faster than during your previous release. You felt him saying something, or at least attempted to say something, the vibrations of his voice only adding to the pleasure. His fingers then lightly hit your clit, jolting you as he continued tapping until you slumped over, after a powerful orgasm. You couldn’t handle his mouth on your sensitive pussy any longer and slowly lifted yourself off him. Venti sat up, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “My sweet and adorable flower…” he pressed himself to your back. “You don’t really think that’s the end, right?” With a sly smirk, the bard whispered close to your ear, “After all, it’s only right to return the favour…”

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Thank you for reading <3

Upcoming characters: Kaeya, Alhaitham, Xiao, Diluc, Gorou, Albedo, Cyno, Ayato, Itto, Kaveh, Zhongli, Heizou, Kazuha

#✧❃☽〜 |foxwrites #genshin impact #female reader #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #thoma smut #thoma x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #thoma x you #venti smut #venti x you #venti x reader #tighnari smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #childe x reader #childe smut #childe x you #tartagalia x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia smut #x reader #Scaramouche x reader smut #childe x reader smut #tartaglia x reader smut #Thoma x reader smut

[bethagain]

I wanna talk about Ed’s apology to Izzy.

I’ve seen some consternation about it, but I thought that scene was absolute perfection. 

I love how Izzy’s opening lines show us his state of mind. He wants to be on speaking terms with Ed again, but he doesn't especially want to admit it.

He didn’t mistake Ed for Roach. That’s not even remotely believable. And although we’re clearly meant to think Izzy’s a bit drunk, if you look at the rate he’s been drinking he’s probably got a huge tolerance for alcohol. Otherwise he wouldn’t be upright. 

The script could have given Izzy some other way to insist he wasn’t trying to talk to Ed. “I didn’t see you there.” “I’m looking for sharks.” What he did say is even better, because it’s got an insult built in: “I thought you were someone I actually wanted to see.”

And Ed, who should be mortified, who should be on his knees begging forgiveness, slips right into talking to Izzy like they’re friends again. “Something’s wrong. Feels like a storm’s coming but I can’t see it.” 

It’s something you’d say to someone you’re comfortable with, someone you trust to weigh in. I think some fans wanted to see Ed open with an apology, but Blackbeard doesn’t apologize for things and Ed’s still figuring out how. Instead, the script gives us Ed avoiding the subject: If they don’t talk about it, maybe what he did can be swept under the rug. 

And Izzy’s going to let him do it. He tells Ed he thinks he’s being stupid about the storm, sure. A good first mate calls his captain on his bullshit. But he also passes over the bottle, and Ed takes it. Two comrades drinking together, drinking because life as a pirate is hard, drinking that much because they are tough men. They don’t have to talk, talking isn’t what they do. 

We’ve seen in both seasons that Izzy is used to taking Ed’s abuse. It’s been baked into the story. We’ve been told about Ed the brilliant pirate leader and Izzy the loyal first mate but what we’ve seen is twisted: Ed still brilliant but unstable, Izzy keeping him in line. Izzy trying to break away and failing, Ed taking him back every time. They are best friends and they are terrible for each other, and that is their frame.

But then! Taika and Con are both so good with the facial expressions. We can see the discomfort flickering across Ed’s face. Everything about this interaction has been set up so he could get away without apologizing. And I think that’s how the hurried “Sorry about your leg” hits as hard as it does for me, leaves me feeling something here has changed.  

And the scene confirms it: Even that small phrase is so huge that Ed’s got to run away as soon as he says it. 

And then, look at that tiny smile on Izzy’s face. That “fuck off” is almost happy. As the audience we know that wasn’t the apology Izzy deserved, not by a long shot. But in the frame of the story? It might be enough to set the two of them right again. 

#ofmd #meta #izzy hands #ed teach #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi! Could I please the dorm leaders reactions when their fem!S/O ends up in the office because she kicked someone who was trying to look up her skirt?

Azul Ashengrotto:

Hearing that someone was looking up your skirt made Azul feel some type of way, but it’s hard to pinpoint at first. He had been bullied plenty back in the day and he had never managed to strike back, only now finding he had power to do something. He considered sending Jade and Floyd after them but it’s a personal matter that he wants to see to himself. Your assailant is tied up in a contract in which they’ll never buy their way out of, essentially subservient to Azul’s whims and by extension yours.

Idia Shroud:

Idia is shocked to hear it but is even more at a loss of what he can do to help you. He’s never had an issue listening to you complain or vent to him but this type of situation feels like it requires an extra step. Was this his revenge era? Not for himself but for a loved one? He brainstormed with Ortho one night for little petty things they could do to make your attackers life worse. It’s almost nothing to find embarrassing photos and post them all over Magicam, your attackers reputation thoroughly ruined by the time Idia’s finished with him.

Kalim Al-Asim: 

Kalim is in your corner one hundred percent! Even if you had kicked the person for simply saying something rude, he would argue that you were in the right. He had always been your biggest fan and he might come on a little strong as he tried to cheer you up, knowing you had to be feeling bad after all that happened. He wants you to know that it wasn’t right that someone did that to you as well as Crowley getting you in trouble instead, saying he’d interfere in a heartbeat and take the punishment himself if the person tried to bother you again.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona is quiet when you tell him, and quiet is always dangerous when it comes to him. You can already see the scheme forming in his head, even if you told him not to get involved you were unlikely to get through to him now. A slight against you was a slight against him in his book, and he wasn’t one to let disrespect slide. He doesn’t quite tell you what he did but you’re offered an apology from Crowley; he admitted the other party came forward and admitted to being the aggressor, looking rather worse for wear though he didn’t expand on that any further.

Malleus Draconia:

There’s a dangerous glint in Malleus’ eyes that even makes Lilia a little nervous, despite the fact he looks rather interested in seeing what he might do. He does give Malleus a reminder of his position and the consequences that can come from drastic, emotional responses to serious situations but Malleus assured him everything would be fine. You’re greeted by your attacker on their hands and knees, begging for your forgiveness as they shook and warily eyed Malleus standing off to the side.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is a little conflicted. It’s against the rules to use physical violence against another person when not specifically in an environment where you’re supposed to brawl… But it’s not exactly within the rules to disrespect the boundaries set by society. He upset you at first as it seemed like he was almost blaming you, but he apologized for making it seem so. He couldn’t excuse your rule breaking but he would find a way, within the rules, to make the person suffer to the full extent of the law for invading your privacy.

Vil Schoenheit: 

Vil was no stranger to people invading his personal space or trying to get little glances of parts of him he didn’t often show off in public. He can imagine how uncomfortable you might feel wearing a skirt again and encouraged you to do what you could to make yourself feel safe. He’s irritated that Crowley got you in trouble rather than the person who attacked you, and he has Rook on the case, hunting down the person who had committed the crime. Rook was more than happy to help, telling you that it would be a crime if you couldn’t walk around looking as elegant as you normally did.

#Disney TWST #TWST #Disney Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Azul Ashengrotto #Idia Shroud #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Riddle Rosehearts #Kalim Al Asim #Vil Schoenheit

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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Satoru’s heart stops beating for a moment, eyes widen at the harsh words you just spit at him. How would someone like you know about his powers? He was always keen to hide them, never used his abilities in the presence of someone apart from Suguru and his family. He doesn’t even know you that well. You, the daughter of Naobito Zenin. How on earth did you find out?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You clear your throat, nerves threatening to fail you. This is the only chance you have left. If Gojo Satoru doesn’t rethink his decision…No, there is no way you’ll die again.

“I am talking about your ability to manipulate the area around you freely, the fact that you can distort space. You are also able to create barriers and voids that nullify any incoming attacks, which makes you almost invincible in battle and is responsible for your great reputation as a fighter. But if your followers get to know about the real reason behind your skills…You know how great the fear of people with special powers is in this country, that all of them get executed. Not even Your Majesty will be spared from this.”

You are walking on thin ice. He is the prince, after all. So much higher in his rank that it would be easy for him to get you executed due to false accusations. But this might be the only card you have left, your last spark of hope. If Gojo Satoru won’t marry you, your father will let you get killed. And apart from that, this might be the only chance you’ll get to meet your favourite characters. What about Geto and Nanami? If Naoya and Gojo exist, they are definitely somewhere in this world as well. You are literally living the dream of every anmie and manga fan.

Well, except for the stinging fact that you call Naobito your father and Naoya your stinky brother.

“That are some heavy accusations you’re throwing at me, Lady (y/n). You know as well as I do that I could get you executed right on the sport for your unwise words despite the fact that you are a daughter of the Zenin family”, he replies.

The way he crosses his legs while smiling down at you arrogantly makes the urge to fall onto your knees and beg him for forgiveness grow louder and louder. But no, this is exactly what he wants. At the moment, all Prince Satoru does is playing and testing you. You can’t allow yourself to be messed with. After all, he has absolutely zero clue about what he is in your old world, that you actually died and reincarnated here. He definitely does know that your life depends on his mercy, though. And that your proposal benefits both of you.

“Why did you decide on marrying me in the first place? Was it because you fell in love with my portrait or rather because your family forced you to choose a wife and you thought I wouldn’t cause trouble because I’m a Zenin, because you considered I would urge to get away from my possessing family as soon as possible?”

Threatening him any further has no use. After all, Gojo is aware of the fact that you know about his hidden talent. Instead, you should focus on things you can actually prove, things that are obvious.

“You are a very loudmouthed young lady. I expected you to be more sublime. As a member of the famous Zenin family, you sure got taught etiquette and obedience from a young age, didn’t you?”

He can’t help himself. Just one look into your glimmering lavender eyes makes him provocative you even further. Of course, every little thing you said is true. Yes, your words are a serious threat on his way to the throne. Yes, his family does in fact urge him every single day to decide on a wife. Your proposal is the best solution for both of you, allows him to carry on with his unbothered life without the responsibility to satisfy his finance’s needs. But still…

“I couldn’t care less about my ancestry, Prince Satoru. All I care about is my own freedom”, you clarify, determination dripping from each and every pore of your face.

“And if you don’t decide on helping me, I have to find another gentleman who suits my requirements better.”

“Another gentleman? You are aware of the fact that I’m the prince, right?”

Out of all the arguments you brought up in this conversation, this one is the one that bugs him the most. Out of some strange reason, the sheer thought of you getting promised to another man doesn’t sit right with Satoru.

“As a prince, you are far above my status anyway. If it weren’t for politics and the reliability when it comes to the advanced weapon technology of my family, I wouldn’t even be considered as your fiancé”, you argue in all seriousness.

“What if I don’t allow you to marry another man?”

“Then I will find my ways to do so.”

“Fine, I will propose to you at the ball this weekend.”

Wait…what? After all the arguments, the discussions and the stinging fact that he stares at you with narrowed eyes, he actually agreed on it? Just when you’re about to thank him and leave, he gets up and opens his full mouth.

“But I want to re-arrange the conditions to suit my needs as well.”

Your pounding heart almost stops inside of your chest. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at him plainly like an idiot. Gojo Satoru, having conditions? This definitely doesn’t sound appealing at all. But do you really have another chance? It might be true that you are able to find another gentleman, the anger of your father will carry on, though. And who knows if he wouldn’t kill you even if you marry another wealthy man. No, this engagement is your best and eventually only option.

“What conditions are we talking about, precisely?”

“Once a week, I am allowed to present you as my fiancée in a way I will decide on my own. As the prince and future ruler of this country, I need to reflect a strong relationship with my future queen to the outside. It has to be credible. Everyone must think that we are deeply in love with each other, Lady (y/n).”

Shivers run down your spine before you’re able to stop them. Just one look into his blue thirsty eyes…This man won’t touch you even in your sleep. Doesn’t he have multiple young women just waiting for a chance to hit on him? Playing his wife for an additional day of the week. How wasteful, considering that you’ll never be more than his fiancée, that this engagement will get cancelled the minute it doesn’t benefit both of you anymore.

“I will fulfil my role over the span our engagement last and accept your addition, Prince Satoru.”

“Great! Now that this is out of the way, let me tell you one last thing.”

Before you’re even able to react any further, he grabs your arm and pulls you close. For a moment, you forget how to breathe, your nose tingling by the exquisite scent that radiates from him. You actually never wondered about the way he smells. But now that he is so close you would be able to touch him, so close that you can feel his breath brushing over the bare skin of your face, heat begins to crawl up your spine. Suddenly you feel like fainting, the immense presence of him standing this closely to you simply taking your breath away.

“If you decide on betraying me by telling anyone about my secret, I will execute you. There are no real feelings between us, I won’t even bat an eyelash.”

“First, make sure you keep your end of the bargain, Prince”, you bite back out of instinct, holding his gaze without any mercy.

Does he really think you’re scared of him? He might be Gojo Satoru, the honoured one, the strongest, the prince of this country. You might have been surprised by the way he grabbed you out of thin air. You are still (y/n), still you.

Instead of backing up, you take another step towards him and grab the collar of his elegant jacket. But you know all of his dirty little secrets, parts of his past and future. You are definitely no one to be messed with as well.

“And make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

You let go of him as sudden as you grabbed him, creating a safe distance between both of you by crossing the room and coming to a stand in front of the exit.

“Send me an invitation to the ball along with a pricy bouquet of lavender flowers. It was an honour to visit you, Your Majesty. I am looking forward to our next meeting.”

One last polite curtsy, one last elegant smile. But just when you’re about to call the waiter in order to open the door for you, it swings open by itself.

And your cheek clashes into something particularly hard.

“Oh no, I am beyond sorry My Lady! I wasn’t aware of your presence!”

That voice…You get greeted by a pair of the manliest hands you’ve ever seen, hands gliding up his definitely toned arms. He lifts you off the ground as fast as you stumbled onto his, arms holding you into place tightly.

“You must be Lady (y/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Geto Suguru, the steward of Your Majesty.”

“S-Suguru?”

Your widen eyes focus on his face in an instant, heart almost beating out of your chest. All those times you admired his drawing, the way he acted so elegantly. The countless fanfictions you’ve read with this exact first meeting.

Only to end up with him in bed later on.

“That is my name”, the man in front of you replies along with a small laughter.

That smile. That oh so charismatic smile. And that manly smell, a mix of mint and leather. You force yourself to gift him with a smile and create a safe distance between both of you. So this is him, the best friend of Gojo Satoru. Even in this world, you can tell how close they are to each other.

Will it stay like this, though?

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head a little too heart”, you comment, finally ripping your eyes away from his brown ones.

“Do you know each other?”, the firm voice of Prince Satoru interrupts.

A look into his face tells you that he isn’t amused by this sudden meeting at all.

“I’ve never seen Lady (y/n) apart from the portrait that was sent to you, Prince Satoru. But may I say, you look even more mesmerising in person.”

“Weren’t you about to leave when Sir Geto arrived, Lady (y/n)?”

Gojo smiles at you without his eyes, a cold glare decorating his face that is definitely supposed to intimidate you.

But instead of backing up, you take a risky step towards Geto Suguru and bow oh so sweetly.

“Oh Sir Geto, I don’t deserve your kind words. After all, it is you who is a feast for my eyes. No excuse me gentlemen, I still have lessons to attend. I hope we’ll meet each other again this weekend, Sir Geto. Have a nice week, Prince Satoru.”

Without gifting him another single look, you turn on your heel and walk out the door.

You did it. You convinced him to propose to you. But…is this really what you want? Is Gojo Satoru really what you want? Just the way he stared at you with arrogance dripping from each and every poor. Urgh, you fucking hate him. There’s no way to deny that he’s driving you over the edge. Why on earth does it have to be him? Why not Geto, what about Nanami?

Why does it have to be Gojo Satoru?

“She seems like a really nice young lady”, Suguru comments visibly amused while sitting in your former place.

“What your tongue, Suguru. She will me my fiancé after this week is over.”

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[ourmadmusings]

Nowhere feels like home -

The first time it happens, he’s embarrassed. Red-in-the-face, stammering apologies, massaging your muscles as you come back - the headaches are terrible from the lack of blood flow, he explains. He says he can’t control it with you, he got too worked up and couldn’t stop the venom. It’s more of a reaction than a conscious decision sometimes. You were just so pretty below him, and it had been so long since someone had begged him to just touch them. He buys you chocolate the next day, meeting you on the doorway with his head low and bashful. 

The second time it happens isn’t a mistake. You’re arguing, yelling at him to relax - there’s no way to stop Miles, you tell him he should be proactive in finding a solution to the fallout of the kid’s stubbornness. 

He squares up with you, your loud mouth trying to cash a check your ass can’t endorse, apparently. He’s wrestled your arms over your head, his hard body pressed into you, and you into the wall behind. You’re bearing your blunt teeth as you holler at him to let you go, he’s got no right to hold you up like this. The way you talk to him, fight and struggle against his obvious upper hand has him uncomfortable in his suddenly-too-tight suit. His thigh is firmly between yours, pressing his knee to the wall to keep you stuck where he wants you. Your chest is heaving as you yell - you’re telling him to stop, to listen for once, he was a stubborn kid once, too. God, your suit was tugged just right, your hair mussed from him ripping your mask from your skull harshly. You see it once, the fire in his eyes as his resolve settles. His red eyes fall to your neck and you thrash, his thoughts dawning on you just too late. You tell him you’d never forgive him if he did it on purpose, you’re all teeth and heat as he leans in, hot breath fanning over your neck as he leaves a soft kiss just before. He leaves you slumped on the floor, promising he’d be back for you, that he was so sorry he had to do it. It’s a quick thought that you look good like that. Vulnerable for once, your big mouth quiet, you’re prone for the first time in your suit, all for him. What a shame to have to waste such a pretty opportunity. 

The third time it’s more for his benefit than yours. 

a/n: originally an ask sent in to @kentoangel - sorry, I really liked how it came out and I want to do a part two, so I had to take it back from the anon I’d sent in about his venom, for science of course. 

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #anon

[pastorpresent]

Just Let Me Adore You.

[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]

TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.

Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred

"Where is he?"

Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.

"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."

You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.

It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.

You had no such qualms.

"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.

The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.

He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.

"Now listen to me-"

"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.

Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.

There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.

You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.

"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.

"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.

"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.

"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"

You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.

"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.

It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.

He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"

It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.

"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."

Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.

He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.

He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.

"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.

"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?

"If it's how I go, it's how I go."

Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.

"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"

You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.

It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.

"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."

You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.

"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.

He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.

The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.

You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.

It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.

"Shirt, mama?"

It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.

"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.

He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.

"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.

"So gorgeous, daddy."

"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.

"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.

"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.

"Or somethin."

You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.

"Where ya goin?"

He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.

"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.

"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"

Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.

You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.

You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.

"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.

"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.

"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.

You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.

"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"

The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.

"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"

He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.

"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."

You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.

The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.

The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.

"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.

"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.

You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.

#elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #elvis 2022 #elvis/yn #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #austin butler x you #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

pg-13 rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

((⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) hehehehh)

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11

Pt 2

Buggy was still alive. For now.

Sunny was in the tent's kitchen, making sandwiches for the two of them. No discussions to be had over an empty stomach. Was she going to poison him? He didn't expect the wife of Sir Crocodile to... Be kind of nice and offer to make him lunch. He didn't expect she could cook. Didn't she have helpers to do that sort of thing?

He stood by, watching her every movement, ready to fight but he wasn't sure he could win against her. He had apologized profusely when he realized who she was. On his knees, hands clasped, begging for forgiveness and his life. Sunny asked if he was hungry. She liked cooking. It was something her husband liked her to do for him.

As terrified as he was of her, Buggy still had to admit that she was quite pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles. Going off of looks alone he wouldn't place her as the type for Crocodile. No glamor, she didn't come off as uptight. If anything - and Buggy felt disgusted for thinking this - she would almost be with someone like Shanks, perhaps. Not some dangerous man like Crocodile.

"So, you owe me husband money." Sunny said as she put the sandwiches on plates before holding one out to him. "A lot, by the sounds of it."

"I-I'll get it paid back!" He assured her as he took the plate from her.

Sunny shrugged. "How soon? I want him to buy me these nice cake pans. He's stingy with money, even for me." She cocked her head to the side. "Which makes it all the more interesting that he loaned someone like you money."

Buggy held the plate in his hand, trembling. The top slice of bread slid off the sandwich, resting on the plate, from his shaking. "S-Soon, ma'am, I promise."

Sunny picked her sandwich up and took a bite. "Yea?"

"Promise!"

She narrowed her eyes for a moment, taking a few more bites before setting the plate down and wiping her hands on her overalls. "Do you know any funny jokes or tricks since you're a clown?"

"Jokes?" He squeaked. "I-I know some! Yes! And card tricks!"

"Can you do a card trick?" She grinned. "If it's good I'll convince my husband to go easy on you."

Was this some kind of trick? Have Buggy let his guard down for her to do something? It could be worth it, though, to impress her enough that Crocodile wouldn't bash his skull in.

"Well, you're, uh, in luck!" Buggy said as he reached into his pocket. "I just so happen to have a deck of cards on me!" He pulled it out and took them out of their case, letting his hands shuffle around as he tried to turn on his showman's charm for her. He leaned against the counter as his hands floated nearby, shuffling the cards. "So, how are you liking it on the island so far? A nice romantic getaway for you and the husband? I know some great spots for smoochin' under the stars."

Sunny looked amused by his words. "My husband isn't really the type to 'smooch under the stars'." She took a bite of her sandwich, glancing around the kitchen before looking back at him. "I went to the circus once as a kid. It was amazing."

"Yea?" Buggy stopped shuffling and fanned the cards out in front of her. "Pick a card, memorize it, then put it back in the pile." He watched her carefully, making sure she did as she was instructed but also to keep his guard up. "I went ages ago as a kid. Guess it made an impact on me."

"Looks like it did." She chuckled as she put her card back in. "I was seven and my parents and I lived on Cantaloupe Island. Some troupe set up there and I begged to go so they took me."

Buggy started shuffling the cards around once again. "You don't say. That's where I saw a show. The crew I was on stopped there for a month to resupply."

"Really! Small world." She laughed softly. "Well, Buggy, where's my card?"

He paused for a moment before cutting the deck. "This is it, right? Ace of Spades?"

She shook her head. "Wrong."

"Huh." He shuffled them a few more times before pulling out another one. "King of Clubs?"

"You're not really good at this." She commented as he continued shuffling through the deck. She allowed herself to watch him, just for a moment, noticing that even covered in grease paint, sweat, and dirt, he was kind of handsome. His blue hair was eye-catching and his nose definitely stood out. The stubble along his jaw made her want to run her fingers across it. Apart from the scar across his face, Crocodile kept his face clean of such things.

"Well, you try next time then!" Buggy huffed as he held up another card. "Well?"

"That's the Joker card, clown."

"Dammit-"

Sunny rolled her eyes and put her hands in her pockets as she waited, only to pause when she felt something in there. She withdrew her hand, holding a card between her fingers as Buggy looked at her with a big grin on his face.

"Is that your card?"

"Queen of Hearts." She nodded, looking it over curiously. "You slipped it into my pocket. How?"

"A magician can't reveal his secret." Buggy chuckled as he took the card from her and shuffled the deck.

"My husband won't be pleased that some clown snuck his hand in my pocket..." Sunny mused as Buggy's jaw dropped. "But I won't tell him. You're no use to him dead after all."

The charm turned off. Buggy looked nervous again. "So, are you going to talk to your husband?"

"Mmm... About what?" She asked. Buggy stared at her. She couldn't be serious. "Oh, right. You still have to pay him back somehow. I'll just tell him to be a bit more patient."

"Patient?! What makes you think I even have that kind of money?!"

"You're a clown. Open up your circus and charge people." Sunny shrugged. "I don't really care but I'm tired of him."

That was a weird way to end the sentence and she seemed to realize that because she cleared her throat and continued, "I'm tired of him being such a grouch over this."

"It's not my fault I haven't paid him back yet!" Buggy shot back. Sunny crossed her arms and looked at him. "I have men to feed! It's a lot!"

"Pay my husband back or else, clown." She warned as she grabbed her sandwich. "I'll come back in a few days to work it out with you if Crocodile hasn't killed you yet."

Buggy grabbed her arm before he could leave but immediately regretted it by the look she gave him. He let go, knowing he was a dead man now. "Look, Miss, we can come to an agreement, right?"

Sunny turned to face him. "For payment? Maybe."

"I'll do your suggestion. Get a show going under the tent." Buggy hoped this could work. "If it wows and amazes you, wipe the debt in half."

"One quarter."

"One third." Buggy suggested. "One third of the debt gone if you like the show, how about it? You can even bring that husband of yours! I can work reptiles into the show!"

Sunny stared at him, letting the suggestion sink in before taking a step towards him. He backed up to the counter as Sunny reached up to grab him by the face, pinching his cheeks, causing his lips to pucker like a fish. She tried to ignore the feeling of his stubble underneath his fingers.

"I'm not easily impressed, clown." She said through gritted teeth. "If you are serious, then wow me. My eyes better sparkle in amazement by whatever show you want to put on." She released him. There was grease paint on her fingers so she wiped it on his shirt, making a note not to think about how firm his chest felt under it. "I'll be back tomorrow then. You better have something to show me."

"D-Deal!" Buggy didn't know why she had to touch him but he wished she'd do it again. "Tomorrow! Come by in the afternoon and I'll have something! M-Maybe I can get Richie to jump through a ring of fire!"

"Whatever." Sunny took a step back from him. "I'll be back tomorrow then."

Buggy nodded, watching as she turned and left. He managed to survive somehow but he hated how his heart slipped a beat when she touched him. If Crocodile found out that Buggy thought his wife was easy on the eyes then he would for sure be a dead clown.

#mini fic #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #sunny x crocodile #sir crocodile x oc #crocodile x oc #lmao when will it end

[pristine-rose]

I yet live! This frickin bakery job is so dang tiring! But sneaking cookies and getting free cheesecake makes it worth the pain!!

Hmm thoughts of odd match-ups for threesomes... heh, could go for two chronically very rough lovers, at least in my mind.

Kujou Sara is a dom who demands obedience, plain and simple, she isn't much a fan of keeping a brat in check, she wants you to be her good girl, and will take you over her knee as many times as it takes to ensure you become her good girl.

Rosaria on the other hand doesn't mind the idea of taming a little brat, but is often to tired to deal with the attitude, so she more often then not meets even the slightest beatty behavior with swift punishment so she can just relax with her little pet.

Together they can be vicious, normally they just enjoy basking with one another and their sweet little girlfriend tucked nice and comfy in between them. Soaking in one anothers warmth and just relaxing from a long day working soldiers through drills, avoiding attending church functions, and just being away from home.

However, when you are feeling a little more disobedient, like it just sounds like so much fun to push buttons, things change. It's not uncommon for Sara to come home first, check in on you immediately, and realize right away that you are being naughty. Whether she comes in to find you touching yourself without permission, maybe she asked you to clean a little and it still isn't done, or maybe you gave her some snark when she entered the room.

Silence is all she gives you, silence and a dead pan stare, offering you this one chance to apologize and be her good girl again. Of course you don't take it, cause you don't always make the best decisions in life. And you would swear its like lightning struck with how fast Sara crossed the room and had you pinned to a wall with her hand around your neck. Brows furrowed and eyes sharp as she leans in close to whisper how you should have just been obedient.

Hours later when your other girlfriend comes home, screaming echoes from the shared bedroom. Rosaria walks in to find you with her hands tied over your head, eagerly grinding against the very tip of Sara knee as she lashes a flogger over your ass, your thighs, anywhere it can reach, your hoarse and sore voice pleading and begging to please just be allowed to come just once, just one little orgasm. Your answer just being the next lash.

Its very easy for Rosaria to know what happened, and she knows better then to try and lessen the severity of your punishment. Instead opting to greet her other girlfriend, the two taking about their days as if you aren't even there, as if you aren't sobbing loudly not even feet away from them. Just as casually she will ask Sara what you did, no matter what the answer or how big or small your disobedience, Rosaria never tells her to be softer on you, no no no, she loves to see you like this just as much.

And its just a little bit too late for your brain to catch on that Rosaria is home before the searing hot feeling that burns all across your skin, is suddenly interrupted with the slow drag of icey cold fingers. Rosaria dragging her touch across your skin from your waist, up between your breasts, along the curve of your throat, and resting delicately over your cheek. Her voice husking in your ear as she practically purrs about how nice it is to see a bad girl being put in her place. Her cold fingers dragging back down, as she continues to prod at you with her words, teasing and cruel names pouring from her lips as her fingers just drag down lower and lower, resting at a stop just before reaching where you ache for her oh so badly.

And you can do your best to beg for forgiveness, though they will discuss with eachother about whether or not you deserve an orgasm at all, or just to be left denied the whole night, while the two of them enjoy as much as they want of everything that only good girls would get.

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OH MY GOD THERE IS RLY NOT MUCH I CAN ADD TO THIS, YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN

// not-sfw utc ~

i totally agree that this pair had too little patience for a brat. not to mention the fact that rosaria knows no forgiveness, and sara is familiar to only training—punishment is the only thing hanging by the tips of their fingers.

and by such fingers—to add onto previous punishments in which you detailed—are used to come crashing downwards in sets, right onto your red, battered ass along your cries. they’ve teased, they’ve overstimulated; but spanking is another thing these two love doing to you. it’s on particular moods, generally. it’s when they’ve r had a bay day, and their patience for you has run thinner then usual.

you’ll know the moment sara uses that grip of hers to pull you down, stomach sprawled over her legs, giving you no time to adjust before your pants are forcibly yanked down for her hand to come slapping down. and you’ll cry, you’ll wince, you’ll struggle to move, but she’s too strong.

rosaria is almost the same; but she’ll wear her metal rings just for you. even if she’s not wearing them that day, oh, don’t worry—she’ll put them on just for the occasion. she likes the way the intents of her metal make temporary marks on your skin, it leaves her little design there.

and on days they go at you at the same time? best to only imagine <3

AYO HAND OVER THE FREE CHEESECAKE 🤲

& similarly i get free cookies at my work, too !!

#🎐 : long ask #💌 : lovemail #kujou sara smut #sara smut #rosaria smut #rosaria x reader smut #kujou sara x reader smut #genshin women smut #genshin smut

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write angst with boy kyle? maybe something happens at a party and he gets angry?. (sorry it’s my first request)!! 🫶🏻💗

warning: language, party stuff

note: kyle and reader are high key toxic in this one but you asked for angst so im giving angst. side note i love george daniel my next fic will be something for him so watch out 1975 fans. every frat kyle fic i write, they go to a party. working on a writing list rn so i can actually write stuff

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"are you really not gonna talk to me?" kyle whines, hands gripping tighter to the steering wheel and veins protruding from the pale thin skin at the back of his palms.

her lips fold in on each other to symbolize her meaningful silence. with this silence, she intended to get a message across, ironically, that message being that tonight, kyle was being an asshole.

"jesus christ, babe, i said i was sorry. what do you want me to do? get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" he takes equally timed glances at her fuming figure in the passenger's seat, stealing quick views in intervals, hoping she doesn't notice the desperation for forgiveness truly hiding in his brown eyes tonight.

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"god, you're being a fucking child," and maybe it's the way her arms cross over her chest or the ridiculous pout on her face that would cause him to make such a comment, but it's not one that comes without offense.

"oh really? i'm the child? you're sitting here cursing me out for you being upset over something you did wrong. forgive me if i'm wrong but it looks like i'm the only adult in this situation." kyle would have been thankful for her finally breaking and speaking something to him had it not been another comment that further angered him. fine, he thought. she wants to see childish? he'd show her.

when the car comes rolling to a stop, her seat belt flies off in an instant, and she's escaping the confines of the car, not forgetting to give his car door a slam on her way out for good measure. she doesn't look back to see the expression on his face.

quickly, she finds her friends, a small group of young women who she met through her college, being classmates, dormmates, and girlfriends of kyle's fraternity brothers. one, namely, being violet.

"hey y/n! what's kyle up to tonight?" violet asks her, noticing the lack of a blond boy clinging to her side like he does without fail at every party.

"pissing me off," she chooses to take a sip of her generic liquid in a cup instead of elaborating further on the matter.

"oh? what's up?" the plastic of the red solo cup in y/n's hand cracks under the pressure of her gently squeezing hand.

"he's just being an asshole, the usual." though she explains his behavior as 'the usual', it's far from the truth. in fact, kyle usually does everything in his limited power to please her, whatever it takes to make her happy, so for them to be in a squabble such as this was a rarity.

"ok fine, don't tell me. you'll do a shot with me, though, right?" violet asks, pleading with her eyes for her friend to agree.

"sure, whatever. might as well get shitfaced so i don't have to think about all this tonight."

the two make their way to the island counter of the kitchen, y/n leaning her elbows on the cold marble while violet flirts her way into convincing some random guy to pour out their shots. he agrees, and he is joined by a friend, a tall, brown haired boy, and they both approach the two girls by the counter with shot glasses and tequila in hand.

the first guy keeps his focus on violet, messily pouring out the promised shots, while the other's attention gravitates to y/n.

"tequila's your choice?" he queries, gesturing with his arm to the shot now sitting gracefully in front of her.

"it gets the job done." with that, her head tips back, letting the foul tasting liquid burn down her throat, her eyes scrunching in response.

"you looking to forget about some shit tonight?" he flirtingly scooches right next to her, leaning on the counter, mirroring her to face her directly.

she giggles, "something like that."

when her laughter comes to a lull, he reaches his hand out in a handshake. "xander."

she accepts it, gripping his warm hand in her own, "y/n."

suddenly, like a boa constricting its prey, an arm finds its way around her shoulder as a figure creeps up behind her, pressing into her side like it owns her. she doesn't have to turn her head to know its kyle.

"what are we talking about here, guys?" kyle fakes innocence and also ignores the aggressive eye rolling from his annoyed girlfriend.

"now's not a good time," y/n starts to explain, but kyle simply grips her tighter, nearly hard enough to leave a bruise but not quite, and the level of discomfort is evident enough on her face that xander speaks up.

"hey, is he bothering you?"

"she's fine-"

"i wasn't asking you, now was i? is he? you can tell me."

her eyes widened as the idea flashed before them. "yes, in fact, he is bothering me. he's been bothering me all night."

"look man, i think it's time you go," xander starts out heavy, giving kyle a firm shove, effectively removing him from his fused position to the girl's side.

normally, kyle would have the ability to keep his cool in a situation like this, but he had been beefing with his girlfriend all night, and he also, purely coincidentally, had taken several shots since his entrance to the event. so now not only was he angry, but he was drunk.

"hey, keep your hands off me, bro!" kyle shoves back, and with a few more childish shoves similar to that, punches are being thrown, and they both fell to the ground in their brawl.

some other men jump in soon enough, ripping the two apart, and xander is pulled to another room, while kyle is pushed outside, likely for good for the night.

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

she begins to walk away at his hallowing silence but he grabs her wrist before her escape. "wait!"

"what?" she's not snappy anymore, she's just exhausted. with him, with tonight, with this whole situation.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry baby," he pleads with her and she can tell he means it despite his drunk filter to the words. she can't help but hear him out.

"please don't leave me, don't end this, i'll do anything, i promise. i just love you. okay? i don't mean to be so nasty, i'm just afraid of you leaving me, of someone taking you, of you finding someone else, someone better." he's been tenderly holding her hand through his entire confession and to his surprise, she's been letting him.

she sighs, feeling a bit of stress melt from her mind as she exhales into the chilled night air. "i know, baby. you're a good boyfriend, a great one, actually. i just can't stand when you act like i'm yours. i don't do that to you around your friends. i don't do it around anyone, and i expect the same from you. i don't want to leave either, but can you promise you won't do this anymore?"

"of course. i promise, i swear. on my life, i swear. i will do anything to make this better, to fix this. tell me what i can do for you right now, sweetie."

her thumb rubs soothingly over his hand and she focuses on their hands joined together rather than meeting his eyes for a moment, then looks up, "you can start by coming home with me. stay the night, we can work this all out."

"anything you want," he soon realizes she's led him to his car, and she reaches around in his pockets for his keys, pushing him into the open car.

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kyle's head rests sleepily on her warm chest, and he's long since stripped of his shirt and jeans, allowing her to wear his discarded shirt to sleep. his hands and wrists are folded comfortable, tucked into the crevice of his neck and he's just listening to the beautiful sounds of her soft exhales. her breaths aren't quite even, and he knows she's still awake.

"you promise you won't leave? you'll still be here when i wake up?"

"i promise, sweetie."

#kyle spencer fluff #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer fanfiction #frat boy kyle #kyle spencer #angst #american horror story fanfiction #american horror story #ahs coven #ahs coven fanfiction #kyle spencer angst #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters x you #evan peters x reader #evan peters

[panickingpansexuality]

Elliott cheating on Farmer because I like pain

I don't think Elliott ever has it in him to cheat but if he did this how I think it would happen

Elliott and you had been distant lately, there was a lot of work on the farm and even more stress with his book.

He tells you he's going out to try and calm down and you support it hoping that it'll help your relationship

Harvey, Shane, and him go into town and go to a bar

He's dancing with people and Harvey and Shane think nothing of it at first

Until they want to take Elliott home, he tells them he can't cause he's with friends and they give him their number and address to send letters

They become pen pals and at first it's just friends until he goes into town more to talk to them

They love his work and are kind of a fan

He goes to them and talks so much that eventually the letters cross the line

He wants to stop but he feels like they just understand him more but he still loves you

He doesn't talk to you, when you don't see him at his cabin you assume he's just busy

You're worried though

The relationship escalated between them and at first he tries to convince himself it'll be alright

You never have to know

It's casual

You're more important to him

It's just to get him out of his rut

They have sex one night while he's at their place

After that it gets worse, they're dating after three months together and it's mostly just fun

They don't help his writing like you do, at the end of the night it's still you he thinks about.

Youve been getting his mail while he's gone and you find one of the love letters

When he comes back you're waiting at the bus stop with the love letter

You're fighting in front of Pam who swears she didn't know a thing she was just doing her job

The fight gets so out of hand that you're both crying

Pam does call him a "Cheating piece of shit" before dragging you away while you're sobbing.

You throw the love letters at him

He breaks up with them

Elliott comes to your place at night begging you to take him back and apologizing

He's sobbing on his knees begging for your forgiveness

You let him come in and he explains himself

You kick him out

Willy has to stop Leah from killing him

News travels fast

You use the rail card most days to avoid seeing you, you don't go to events for a few months until you finally get the courage to see him again

You mostly avoid each other

He writes to you but never sends them

His book does well enough that eventually he can move to a new beach but he doesn't, he stays in Pelican town

You get married to someone eventually and he mostly isolated himself on the beach watching you and wishing that he could've been that person for you

Writes a few more books that you've inspired but never forgives himself for what happened

#stardew elliott #stardew valley #stardew fanfiction #elliot stardew valley #stardew farmer #elliot x farmer #elliot x reader #elliot x reader stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliot #elliott x reader #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #eliott stardew valley #elliott sdv #sdv elliot x farmer #elliott

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I sat on the couch in the living space of our suite. Eddie was sitting in a chair to the right of me, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned towards me. He's been trying to get me to look at him but I can't. I know if I do he'll give me those stupid puppy dog eyes he gives and I'll forgive him and forget all about what happened. "Sweetheart, please look at me." I shook my head and leaned back. "Look, I don't know what she was doing in that line, okay? But I will make sure she can't get anywhere near me or you."

I finally looked at him, scoffing out a laugh. "I don't give a fuck about Stacy right now, Eddie. This is about how you've been fucking acting lately. The drinking and the drugs, along with the all night partying. Then there's what you said to me. You screamed at me and told me, Eddie. You said I was just jealous of the attention you give you fans. You called me an attention whore then proceeded to tell me that I should be grateful that you're with me when you could have any girl you wanted. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?!"

I stood up and started pacing the room. I was trying to keep my emotions in check. Eddie stood up, walking over to me, and stopped my pacing with his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his hold and backed away. "Don't touch me." His big brown eyes were full of pain and regret. "I'm so sorry, baby. I instantly regretted every word that came out of my mouth the second I said them. I don't know why I even did it. I don't want anyone else. You're all I want; you're all I'll ever want or need." I crossed my arms over my chest. I was having a hard time believing that.

"Please just let me prove to you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. The drinking, partying, and drugs; it will all stop. I promise. I'll even cancel the rest of this tour just so I can make it up to you. We can go on a vacation; just the two of us. We're here because of me anyway. I didn't want to stop the tour; I wanted to keep going. We were even talking about doing Europe after this. It was going to be nonstop. I'm sorry. You're right, I'm getting all caught up in the fame and attention. The tour is off. I'll tell the guys and call me manager."

I looked at him with shock and anger. "You're telling me that this whole time, when we could have been at home taking a break from this touring, you decided to just keep going nonstop! You know what, Eddie, you go ahead and do your touring. I'm going home…alone…without you! I need a break from all this and I think we need a break from each other. Now you can be free to do whatever and whoever you want." I turned, walked into the bedroom, and started packing. Tears started to sting the back of my eyes, then started to blur my vision. I can't believe I was so stupid to believe that Eddie and I were different. That our relationship was strong enough to fight through everything that came with this life.

"Sweetheart, please don't do this. Let me make it up to you, please I'm begging you. Just give me a week to prove to you that I can change. I can't do this without you." I zipped up my suitcase and walked past him to go to Jay and Anna's room. Eddie's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me, and pulling me closer to him. He bent down on his knees, holding my hands, and stared up at me. "Please, don't leave me. I love you so fucking much and I will do anything to keep you. I'll give this all up for you if that's what you want. Just don't leave me. Please give me a chance."

His eyes were full of tears, looking up and pleading with me; begging me to give him a chance. "Fine. But you cancel the rest of the tour, take a break for at least a month before going and working on any new album or songs. No gigs, no interviews, no meet and greets. Nothing. No drinking or getting high. And as for that vacation, we're going home to Hawkins. We're going to spend time with your uncle and my dad. Meet up with old friends. As a matter of fact, we're going to buy a house in Hawkins and spend some time there, a lot of time."

He started to rapidly nod his head. "Anything for you, sweetheart. You want to move there permanently, we can. Hell, I'll even buy Jay and Anna a new house if it means you don't leave me. I promise I'm going to straighten up." He stood up, kissed my forehead, and went back into the living area. "What are you doing?" I asked. He popped his head back into the room. "Calling my manager to tell him to cancel everything for the next few months."

That's exactly what he did too. There was some arguing and yelling but eventually he got everything canceled. He told the guys, who were pissed, that he didn't consult them first. He made it clear to them that I would always come first before Corroded Coffin. We packed our things, went to the airport, and headed home to California. Anna and Jay went home to their own house after I convinced Jay to take a much needed and deserved vacation.

I watched Eddie from the ensuite bathroom in our bedroom. He was sprawled out on the black cotton sheets sound asleep. When we got home he went straight to the kitchen and dumped out any alcohol we had in there and around the house. Then we ordered takeout and sat in silence while we ate. Eddie cleaned up and I went to take a bath. Except I haven't gotten in the bath yet, hell, I haven't even filled the tub.

I stood in the bathroom, leaning on the counter, looking in the mirror until I heard the bedroom door open and close. "You alright in there, sweetheart?" I didn't answer at first, I stayed silent until he called out my name. "Yeah, I'm fine! I'm going to take a hot bath!" Now I was standing here watching him, playing back everything that has happened over the past few days. Wondering if he would keep his promise and hoping things would go back to the way they used to be.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie muson x reader #eddie munson x you #rockstar au #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson au #eddie munson rockstar au #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things rockstar au #eddie rockstar au #eddie munson rockstar x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn

[dojae-huh]

I don't knw if lucas really did something wrong... I mean that anon said what he did can't be be flegiven.... Come on... I am not saying u should be forgive him... But we don't knw the truth.... Is it true that he did or it got this much time to heal, so finally the company is forcing him to accept the blame nd ask forgiveness for it.... Just like they did to ty with his scanadal.... I don't knw is it ty or the cmpny but in the end they didn't try to resolve it by finding the truth, instead ty took the blame and asked forgiveness nd yes he is forgiven by ppl..... Accepted him given him a second chance to show his worth... I fdont knw for sure, may b that's must be their plan with lucas....

I am not fan of lucas in the first place... I am a dy stan... Nd the way his appearance showed on old contens were really proof that he is not that a monster... In one content wayv members even started to cry just saying his name.... Nd u saying he did what to the members?? ... No pls we really don't knw how close they are nd how well they know each other.... Nd trust me if ever had situation to way v members to choose between Lucas nd u they would definitely choose him... That's how it works... Don't believe everything that they showing on in the content.... Thanku

I'm not well-versed in nuances of "face" culture. Things that are "unforgiveable" in China, Korea are different from each other and from the rest of the world.

Lucas' fans investigated and showed that the initial accusations were fabricated. Found who did it even. However, for the fandom at large it is irrelevant. A big mess happened. Lucas was accussed of multiple things, during the development of the scandal antis added more and more elaborated "crimes" to his name. He fell from graces. He was blacklisted, his name was written down into the same list as a real criminal (ex-Exo member). He damaged his group, he betrayed the trust of his fans.

All idols ask forgiveness for dissapointing their fans, whether they did something wrong or not. You don't make excuses, you take the blame. Sometimes, in simple cases, when a source of accusations is public (a private journalist on YT) or easy to pinpoint (existing socmed account, not anonymous), companies clear up things. It is rare though. There are no good laws that protect from stalking or defamation.

You take the blame, say you were a fool, you will reflect and do better from now on. You basically fall on you knees and beg for forgiveness.

In the movie there were allusions to Lucas being very young/inexperienced, overworked, and away from the family. Basically, that he did and said stupid things because he didn't know better, but now he is a changed man, life gave him a lesson, he grew up.

Lucas said he misses the times with WayV, but for a long time it was hard to face the members because he failed them. They hang out now though.

Lucas and mainland China are over. At least for foreseeable future. In the movie he talked in Korean and Cantonese only, so it was clear who he addressed.

Chris Lee is not liked, his association with Lucas will be used against the latter.

However, the movie shows Lucas' manager who met him at the airport when little Wong arrived to Seoul, and was with him throught Lucas' mental breakdown. Took him for a haircut and to the gym, helped to face the world again. He is the witness, fans should watch him and take in his opinion of the idol. A manager is not an actor, Lucas gave him a lot of troubles, the man wouldn't be able to hide animosity to the artist even if he tried. Instead, we can see a very supporting hyung, who likes the idol he takes care of.

The problems with fans is that they believe words and not their own eyes. They can't judge character, so they follow someone's opinions. You, anon, were able to make a profile just by looking how Lucas interacted with NCT members, how he behaved during programmes. Others don't try or quickly change their opinion not able to defend it against the pressure of the masses.

#ask me away #Lucas is Cas uri Cas #food all around chips all around

[bookofmirth]

I’m a strong believer..that Lucien deserves better than Elain who didn’t not once consider that he was upstairs in her home asleep before she’d almost made out with Az..I tried to forgive her for it but it’s hard anytime I re read the scene and put myself in Lucien’s shoes..If my LI did that while I was upstairs asleep i’d be thoroughly offended. A part of me hopes Lucien overheard Az and Rhys’ conversation just for him to not be some oblivious weakling desperately awaiting her attention, which all of this is making him look like.

“Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet sent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again, Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. she looked up at him, her face trusting and hopefull and open..” At least Feyre didn’t do this under the same roof as Tamlin out of a little respect for him, Im not his fan or anything but that made me admire Feyre for how much she cared about that situation, how guilty and aware she was, how considerate. Elain just…didn’t care. He was right..upstairs.

I get where you are coming from, but I guess I don't really care if she wasn't thinking about him? She was hurting him but I'm not sure that can be avoided, even if it weren't due to the bat. sjm said they'd have tension, right? And she gave us that in acosf.

I think it's pretty complicated, because as a person, Elain doesn't owe Lucien anything. She can be with who she wants, they don't interact very much, they don't know one another very well, she has been mourning her fiancé and her father, etc. Elain can reject the mating bond and go about her life if she wants and no one would stop her.

And all of that is exactly why Lucien has been leaving her alone, except for when he gets awkwardly invited to family holidays and everyone stares at him thinking "oh poor Lucien, oh is that a new Tamlin BruiseTM?"

BUT. As his *mate*, Elain does owe him a conversation. People who scream about this being unfeminist or whatever can shut the heck up because feminism irl doesn't account for ~magical mating bonds~ in which people are literally, irrevocably, magically tied to one another in a way that impacts the rest of their lives and can make one of them insane. You can't talk about consent and what people are owed in this situation in the same way that you can talk about it with any other couple who doesn't have a mating bond. The entire scenario is different, and we can't draw the same lines in a mating bond situation that we can in a regular non-magical ship situation, no matter how much people want to scream and wave their feminist flags around. And I consider myself a feminist, have forever, and that's why I have critiqued the whole idea of mating bonds a ton, because of how they inherently take away that choice. But that's a problem with the trope, not with any ship that adheres to that trope. If people have a problem with mating bonds as a trope, they shouldn't read sjm because they will just be looking to be mad. ANYWAY...

just for him to not be some oblivious weakling desperately awaiting her attention, which all of this is making him look like.

This part I 100% agree with. I get being respectful, and Lucien is doing that, but my god. This is why I think it would be cool if *he* were the one to go to *her* and be like "nah, no thanks". Then Elain's "but I'm pretty and nice" privileges would cease to work and she'd have to like... deal with shit.

I do think there is a big difference between Feyre and Tamlin/Rhys and Elain with Az/Lucien. Feyre and Tamlin were engaged and had verbally (and physically) committed to one another, so they owed each other respect in that sense. Elain and Lucien have no such thing. The thing that's making it so that her actions cause him pain is out of her control.

I would write more but my cat just got in my lap hehe