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safyresky · 6 months

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I am once again asking if tscs even knows what pacing is

Episode 4 once again has my brain itching and not in a good way. I'm so infuriated and also perplexed and also very much just. What?? Did I just watch????

Part of me is like "Man, maybe I should stop watching this show. I dislike it it. Every episode takes down my hp permanently. my brain KEEPS ITCHING AND YOU CAN'T SCRATCH YOUR BRAIN WITH YOUR FINGERS UNLESS YOU DO SOME QUESTIONABLE SHIT THAT WOULD GET A MEDICAL LICENCE REVOKED!!!!" and the other part of me is like "You know what's fun? Getting angry while also still wondering if perhaps it will get better!"

SURVEY SAYS. IT AIN'T GETTING ANY BETTER FOLKS!

I don't even know WHERE to begin, so I'm just gonna point form this bitch and see what happens (chaos I imagine)

UM. CURTIS EXPLODED????

I REMEMBER READING THAT IN A FIC SOMEWHERE and I can't remember what fic it was, but the OC that was the head elf before Bernard exploded into confetti bc of stress. I gotta find that fic again.

BUT UM. CURTIS-ITIS??? WHAT A WAY TO GET WRITTEN OFF THE SHOW. KINDA SAD FOR THE LIL GUY, HE WAS STRESSED BUT DIDN'T DESERVE TO BE EXPLODED ):

Hey. Don't cry, don't cry. I have a list of misdemeanours Scott has done that would surely get him in trouble with the Council. Wanna see it?

YOU'RE GONNA.

Based on really shitty math that I did NOT fact check, about 2 billion counts of exposing the SOS (giving snow globes to all the families that celebrate Christmas to rejuvenate Christmas magic, that HAS to go against magical secrecy things)

Turning EB into a BB. Yes, Sandra did it, but given the "family business" angle...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(one count of Legend-napping?)

Breaking into EB's house

Stealing his basket of tricks

Taking over his holiday and not telling the Council

Using Legendary Figure's powers on and against them

Lying. So much LYING.

So that's about 2 billion and 5? Ish? Penalties?

HMMM.

In Jack voice: I commit 273 acts of upstaging of Santa and I nearly get booted from the Council, but when SANTA commits two point five billion injections, he gets off scoot free! Unbelievable.

So, yeah. I am mad about that. And on the SUBJECT of Jack Frost on this Jack Frost Stan Blog, WHY ARE ALL THESE SANTA'S MAKING SNOW???? I KNOW IN TSC2 SANTA MADE SNOW BUT IT WAS OBVI FAKE AF AND BAD. AND NOW THIS???? JUST, MAKING FLURRIES AND LETTING IT SNOW AND SNOWBALLS AND THE ICICLES FROM LAST SEASON??

AHHHH

Okay. I'm cool. I'm chill. I'm calm. Uh

(clearing my throat)

The way. The ladies are all interacting. Is ICK. It's like, trying to be woke and then going back and doing the EXACT OPPOSITE. Like. Just. I can't DEAL with every woman to woman conversation, especially when Carol is involved. She just keeps going back on things she says, and I dislike EVERYTHING about the ladies and ladies chats. I was SHOOKETH when they went "Let's use EB's house as a rage room!" THE MAN WAS KIDNAPPED AND BUNNY'D GUYS. COME ON! The Claus's really are out here just CRIMING IT UP, HUH.

Man. I haven't done a second watch and I'm not sure I'm going to??? I may attempt it again tomorrow. But it really really does seem like the plot is getting kinda lost. I honestly thought Mad Santa would make it to the Pole this episode, and my guess about him getting there end of episode 5 or beginning of 6 was like. NOT CORRECT

BUT FELLAS. I THINK IT WAS CORRECT. I THINK THEY'RE REALLY GONNA LAST MINUTE THE PLOT. AH.

Seeing Sandman was fun! I thought the elves lulling him to sleep was goddamn funny as FUCK. I did NOT like hoe easily he gave into Scott's gaslighting.

Also, holy hell. If Santa can't look like Santa delivering eggs, then perhaps maybe you should uh. MAKE THE WATCH TURN HIM INTO A BUNNY? NOT INTO REGULAR SCOTT CALVIN? HATE THAT. I have always had a hc that Santas totally could poof into their civilian selves for whatever reason, BUT NOT LIKE THIS. And I know it's just bc TA doesn't like the Santa prosthetics. Every single instalment of this franchise has him not being Santa-ie at some point and it is. EXHAUSTING. Scott's just exhausting. I miss movie Scott so gd much y'all

Also love that Mad Santa's plan was "maybe he'll notice me" lol. That's fucking funny. The elves sure did! But they don't want to be EXILED and I'm like, uh, I KNOW there was a clause for it but Scott doesn't know so maybe you guys need to chill? IF SANTA DOESN'T KNOW HE CAN EXILE YOU THEN YOU ARE SET!

Also x2, it has just occurred to me that we are 4 episodes in and have yet to:

meet the other gnomes

see this amulet Magnus keeps talking about

see Kris have any other part that isn't just "look we got fluffy on here!"

see ANYONE make the EB was kidnapped connection

See Befana put EB back

be given more substance on being exiled as an elf

like. do exiled elves turn into gnomes? given Olga's like of marshmallows?? HMM

Man y'all, I'm all over the place, much like this episode. I wonder what the heckeros is going on behind the scenes. I feel like the plot is so derailed and uh also. THEY EXPLODED MY BOY!!

#dani speaks #man i've never been a curtis fan big time but like YOU DIDN'T NEED TO GO AHEAD AND EXPLODE HIM #tscs #the santa clauses #tscs2 #tscs spoilers #dani watches tscs2 #LIKE. COME ON! ):#ana and I are debriefing and trying to wrap our heads around this episode and like #the magic does not exist in tandem with the real world like it did in the movies and that's sad #it doesn't feel heartfelt it feels cold and i dislike that #A LOT #anyway i'm getting the vibe that this episode is gonna have me like AND ANOTHER THING-ING allll week #i'm gonna go and get chapter 25 ready for us all bc i need HEALING and to BELIEVE in magic existing in our world!!!!! ah!#text #long post #tscs wank

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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SSD Day 2~Angels

Summary:

Half Angel/Half Demon Dabi wakes up from a nightmare, but all newly discovered Nephilim!Hawks can focus on is an Angelic power he mentioned.

Ao3 Tags:

Nephilim, Nephilim!Dabi, Nephilim!Hawks, but in different ways, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Many eyes, Biblically Accurate Body Horror, Dominance, Consensual Mind Control, Missionary Position, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Needs a Hug, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

"NO! No, Father! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll control it! I'll do better! Please don't leave me! I'm so-"

"Wake up, dammit!" Hawks yells, stress gripping his demon companion in panic and doing his best to not collide when talons in scar tissue makes Dabi bolt upright and almost get the Nephilim with his hellfire.

"Don't." Dabi hisses out, red lining his now-slitted pupils as his turquoise eyes glow in the dark of their room. "Don't touch."

Hawks makes a weird cooing noise that also sounds like bells in a hail storm thanks to his specific angelic descent before carefully holding up his other hand stress gripping a pillow. "Sorry."

Dabi growls low in his throat for a second before trying to get his unnecessary breathing under control. "Can't let go?"

Hawks nods, cooing apologetically. "Yeah. You were having another nightmare though."

Dabi huffs but nods. "Just more bs from daddy dearest."

"Will you please tell me which demon?" The Nephilim pouts now.

"No. Not telling you the angel side either or you'll figure it out." A manic grin that does nothing to hide the still-present panic in his eyes. "Can't have you killing my prey."

"I already said I'd let you kill mine." Hawks groans, muttering when Dabi just pulls him back down to stroke between his wings so he can let go. "Cheater."

"Demon. And no, I just have a right to my secrets." Dabi huffs.

"Well do you wanna talk about it at all?" Hawks huffs right back. "You about set the bed on fire."

Dabi winces now, looking away awkwardly. "...that's part of the issue yeah…yeah, fine I can reveal that much…" He decides despite continuing to hesitate.

"...Ah a very insightful silence. Eye-opening really." Hawks teases to lighten the mood, just shrugging at the scowl it gets him.

"Fuck you, I'm not good at the sharing emotions shit." Dabi snaps as a hand reaches up to fidget with a horn before he grabs it in frustration. "Ugh! Fine, as you know, I'm technically a Nephilim too, but instead of half-human and half one or the other, I'm half-demon half-angel. Father wanted a perfect half-and-half though. A product with both his hellfire and demonic ability and also angelic bs in equal parts. Well, it seemed all I got was his hellfire, which he was fine with, I even burned hotter than him." Dabi says in a voice meant to sound smug but just sounds tired. "Until my mother's genes decided to overhaul my body and make it susceptible to hellfire without actually granting me any holy powers beyond immunity to holiness and domination which still shouldn't be an angel thing, but whatever. In the end, he deemed me worthless and cast me aside and forced my mother to have 2 more children after my sister, the fourth of which was his perfect creation." A self-deprecating laugh. "The rest of us could drop dead for all he cared after that, and as far as he knows, I did."

Hawks blinks, once again tempted to try to sneak into heaven for angelic records but knows it would just get him burned. "That bitch." He lands on instead. "And I'm sorry, what is an angel power?!" He squawks when the rest finally catches up to him.

Dabi raises an eyebrow before remembering the dork had just learned he was a Nephilim not too long ago and hadn't even figured out how to refold his wings to the other plain. "Right, newbie. Domination. We can force a sort of Divine Will onto any human and any willing Nephilim or angel." He sighs. "Humans will usually black out and be nothing more than a puppet, Nephilim will have a sort of brain fuzz but are otherwise coherent with no control of their body, and angels will retain full consciousness just with no control of their body."

"What about demons?" Hawks asks curiously.

"Pretty sure we would have been wiped out long ago if angels could just order us still and kill us." Dabi snorts with a roll of his eyes.

"Fair point." Hawks hums, mind already somewhere else.

Dabi must sense it because he soon raises an eyebrow. "What're you doing in that bird brain?"

"So, hypothetically, if you were to use that on me in bed-" Hawks starts.

"Really? I told you part of my tragic backstory and you got horny over a power you also have albeit weaker?" Dabi scoffs, now moving to get out of bed. The nerve of this pigeon.

"Waiiit~" Hawks whines, wrapping around Dabi's middle. "I can't help it that you're hot!"

"Don't care. Get off of me." Dabi huffs, trying to peel him off. "I am genuinely trying to use the bathroom, let go!"

Hawks lets go immediately, hands raised in surrender. "Please?"

Dabi glares at him but huffs. "Go make breakfast, and I'll let you know."

Hawks isn't sure he’s ever moved so fast in his life.

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Dabi, of course, ends up agreeing to it. What can he say? He's weak to seeing his birdie on his knees.

Just like he will be soon.

"Sure about this, pretty bird?" Dabi double-checks, still slightly unsure despite how tight his pants have become in his expectation.

"Extremely. Yes. 100%. If you are willing, I am down." Hawks assures, eagerly waiting to see how this goes.

"Alright then." Dabi hums before his already bright eyes glow brighter and his voice drops and distorts as though being filtered through five different planes of existence to immediately cloud Hawks' mind.

" On your knees, pretty bird . "

Hawks’ head immediately fills with static and all of his senses feel like they're submerged in jello as he drops to his knees with a second thought. Ah, that was why the pillows were moved to the floor.

Dabi smirks down at him, tilting his head up by his chin to make blurry eyes meet his own. "Good boy." He hums, delighting in the trill that unconsciously leaves the other’s mouth at the praise.

" Open your mouth . I'm gonna make you choke on my cock." He damn near purrs, snickering when Hawks' mouth drops open without a second thought, or really any thought for that matter.

"Fuck. Look at you. So sweet and compliant. I could do literally anything to you and you'd just take it, wouldn't you? Could fuck you raw or burn those pretty wings right off your back, and you'd probably thank me." Dabi hums cruelly, petting through blonde hair so feeling the barely noticeable shiver. "Ah, so you are still there. Good, this wouldn't be any fun otherwise, and as much as I would love for you to stop smacking me in the face with them, it'd be such a waste." He assures, watching the tension leave Hawks' body.

"Why so stressed, baby? Did it not occur to you that you were giving up control to a literal demon, half-angel or not? Don't worry, pretty bird." He grabs a fistful of blonde hair to make that still-waiting throat choke on his cock and groans at how it spasms around him. "Fuck. Don't worry. I only plan to break you in the best ways. Shit, you like that idea?" He hisses when Hawks involuntarily swallows around him. "Ruin you so good, you never wanna leave? Just stay here as my perfect little cock slut, stuffed full of cum and ready for the taki-Fuck!"

Hawks, still having at least vague awareness, moans at the thought, sending vibrations shooting up Dabi's cock who about doubles over at the feeling.

"Fuck, pretty bird. We're both about to be real grateful for this. Turn off your breathing . Good bo-shit!" Another curse when Hawks moans at the praise. "Yeah, I'm gonna have fun fucking your slutty little throat like the fleshlight it was meant to be." He promises, pulling out slowly only to snap his hips harshly and groan at the wet heat. "Then I'm gonna fuck your tight little hole until you're dripping cum. How does that sound, huh, pretty bird?"

Hawks can do no more than let out a desperate sounding…moan? It was some sort of angel noise that usually meant good things and was probably the result of not being able to use air for non-mildly terrifying noises, but it still made Dabi's cock jump all the same as he groans in response.

"Fuck, Hawks. Use safe actions if you need them , otherwise, I'm not stopping." Dabi orders, pulling his cock away from the wet suction of Hawks’ mouth to fuck himself back down his throat in the next instant. "Gonna fucking ruin you."

All he gets in response is some garbled, chirping sound as he fucks the Nephilim's pretty little throat in a way sure to rob him of his voice by the time they're done, only to pull out before he can actually cum. "Your throat feels way too good. On the bed . You better have opened yourself up like you were supposed to."

Hawks just mindlessly drags himself onto the bed, standing there like an NPC waiting for further instruction until Dabi snorts at the ridiculous sight.

" Chest down. Ass up. Not even going to try wrecking you standing on a bed." Dabi chuckles, watching Hawks scramble to comply and smirking at the pretty turquoise plug that comes into view. "The big one, too, huh?" Dabi hums, taking hold of the plug to pull it lightly and marveling at how Hawks rim stretches around it. Letting go gets it greedily sucked back in with a squelch. "My dick's gonna be drowning in lube, isn't it?"

Normally, Hawks would have some sort of sassy response to that, but all he can currently do is stare dumbly into space while making sounds from another plane of existence. The part of him that's still distantly there wants to do something to entice the other Nephilim to get on with it, but he can’t and he feels his cock throb qt the reminder that he's put himself completely at Dabi's mercy.

"Hmm. Something's not right…" Dabi hums in thought before snapping his fingers. "I changed my mind. On your back . Since this is an angel power, we'll do missionary so I can watch your face in real-time as I drag you down to hell with me."

Hawks wastes no time rolling onto his back, whining when the motion jostles the plug inside against his prostate, but otherwise awaiting further instruction.

Dabi makes a deep rumbling sound that he's not sure which side it's from, but it doesn't matter when Hawks unconsciously bares his throat in further submission. An answering chitter sends what was left of Dabi's self-control careening off the edge as he's suddenly on top of the already lost-looking Nephilim while a clawed hand works the plug from his desperate little hole.

"Fuck, Hawks. You gotta let go of the plug if you want me to be able to fuck you. I know you want nothing more than to just sit here, stuffed, but don't you want something that can properly fuck you?" Dabi purrs into a flushed ear before chuckling lowly when Hawks coos and falls pliant, the plug slipping out with a lewd, wet noise. The sight of Hawks' hole desperately trying to clench around nothing is enough to drive Dabi near mad, and he's lining up before he even processes it.

He at least has enough wits to spit on his cock before trying to just fuck it into the Nephilim, but that's about as far as his self-control expands when his Prince Albert bumps Hawks' rim, and the half-angel keens.

"Fuck, you're really desperate for it, huh?" Dabi growls as he starts working the head inside. "Just a bit of Angelic Domination and some dirty words is all it takes to make a proper whore out of you, hm?" Another small thrust works him further inside and he curses at how Hawks moans at the piercings helping stretch him open. "Well, who am I to deny you when you're finally being so honest. You know I never actually told you to put your legs up, right? You presented this slutty little hole for me all on your own, and who am I to let such a perfect little offering go to waste, hmm? Angelic healing be damned, you're gonna feel me for days ."

The moan Hawks lets out is far from human, and Dabi delights in being the one to start stripping him of that. "Come on, birdie. I've barely even touched you, and you already sound like that." He chuckles, finally seating himself fully inside and hissing at the way Hawks clamps around him. "Can't wait to hear how I ruin you when we actually get going."

The symphony of moans that leaves Hawks when Dabi starts up a rough pace probably comes from his other mouths that he's yet to learn to materialize -and oh won't that be fun- and they only succeed in spurring Dabi on more as he hooks toned calves over his shoulder and folds the little half-angel in half to hear him sing. He doesn’t know if this counts as missionary anymore so much as a mating press, but he can still see Hawks' face as he loses himself to pleasure and clamps down on his dick like he plans to never let go only to moan like a whore when piercings drag across his prostate. He's pretty sure he can feel Hawks' feet losing their human shape behind his back and he rumbles proudly at the thought.

"Look at you. Just a little bit of dick, and you're ready to fall from grace." Dabi chuckles, abnormally long tongue dominating Hawks' mouth when he opens it to moan before coming up to growl more filth. "Lucky for you, I'm more than willing to thoroughly break you in. How does that sound, pretty bird?"

Hawks shudders in his haze, mumbling incoherent nonsense not made for the mortal tongue as he holds onto Dabi's horns like a lifeline. Like he might actually leave this plane if he lets go and whines pleadingly as though begging for more of anything.

"God, you're fucking ruined aren't you, baby?" Dabi chuckles darkly before kissing him again when he whines brokenly, not stopping his almost punishing pace all the while. "My favorite little toy. What do you say, baby? Want me to break you apart and put you back together?"

Hawks is beyond caring knowing what he's agreeing to, he just wants to cum…No, that's not right. Dabi had promised he'd be dripping his cum and Hawks really doesn't think he'll be satisfied without it with how desperately his hole is trying to hold Dabi's cock captive.

Cum. Cum. He wants cum.

He wants Dabi to feel good. He wants Dabi to ruin him. He wants to be nothing more than Dabi's little fuck toy and for it to be obvious to anyone who looks at him.

Fuck this Domination thing is dangerous.

"I can't hear you, baby~" Dabi growls in Hawks’ ear, drawing out another inhuman sound before he's nodding desperately, not trusting himself with human language.

Dabi is about to tease further, but suddenly there are more than two sharp gold eyes trained on him, and Dabi realizes he might actually be fucking the human out of him as he groans and curses. "Fuck. Yeah, okay, birdie. Don't worry. I've got you." He promises, figuring bringing the eye-to-person ratio back down is now part of the 'putting him back together' part. "Fuck, that is way hotter than it should be."

Multiple eyes blink at him hazily before rolling back when Dabi starts focusing on his prostate to make him see stars.

Dabi groans lowly, abusing that spot inside the Nephilim until he's sure the noises filling the room will drive his neighbors to madness, but he's not really in the position to be giving a fuck about anything other than the one he's giving Hawks. He really hopes he worded the commands right this time, too, because he's pretty sure Hawks' ass is trying to suck the sou-...the life-...the sin right out of him. Sin is probably most accurate with what he's been doing to the birdie.

"Fuck, Hawks. Close. Fuck, I'm close. Gonna fill you up so well, you won't even care about figuring out your angel half. Gonna be perfectly content just sitting here being my dumb little cock sleeve won't you?" Dabi growls, reaching a clawed hand down to start jerking Hawks off in time with his stuttering thrusts.

Hawks keens, powerful wings accidentally pushing him up until Dabi has to scramble to keep fucking him sitting now, and fuck if that angle isn't ruining him more.

"Watch it, birdie. You're gonna knock me out of you." Dabi scoffs, his tail being the only reason they weren't launched from the bed. "But fuck, do you feel amazing. Fine, I can fuck you like this. Just let me…" He lets his white feathered, bat-like wings emerge from his back for extra leverage and rumbles at the way Hawks almost screams with the new rhythm. "Good boy. Almost there, baby bird."

Even supernaturally tranced, it's too much and Hawks can vaguely feel Dabi licking tears from his cheeks as his back tries to arch with the force of his impending orgasm. He wants to scream, wants to call out for Dabi, beg for something he's not sure what, but all he can do is cry and take it, shuddering at the way Dabi's pace begins to stutter once more.

"Fuck, birdie. That's it. Almost there. So close." Dabi groans, fucking up hard and fast into the half-angel on his lap. "You can cum when I do , pretty bird. Fuck, you've been so good. Shit- close- cu-"

Hawks is pretty sure he whines at the praise, but that's quickly whited out by a seemingly Earth-shattering orgasm that wrecks his body at the first spurt of cum against his insides and the fangs so close to something on his neck are not helping. He feels like he's going insane and every spurt of what has to be an inhuman amount of cum just makes it worse.

He feels like he could drown in it.

Fuck, he kind of wants to.

" Come back, birdie. " He vaguely hears, Dabi whisper, giving him back control of his limbs but doing nothing to clear the fog in his mind as he coos softly.

"Shit. I actually fucked you stupid, huh?" Dabi chuckles, combing his claws through unnaturally soft blonde hair. "Come on, baby. Let's get you cleaned up, hmm? Hopefully, a bath will bring you back to this plane."

Hawks just croons, letting himself be carried, but unable to make any attempt at actually helping. He flutters a wing in a token attempt.

Dabi just laughs. "Calm down, birdie, I've got you. I'll take care of everything."

Another coo tells him that some part of Hawks must understand and he hopes that same part will be forgiving of whatever soap he accidentally gets in his new eyes.

He can at least be gentle for this.

A look at Hawks' blissed-out face tells him he'll always be gentle for this.

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faeflowerz · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Alright. Let's do this. Imma snatch this man's wig. Drag him for filth. I've been waiting for this moment.

It's only fair I get his out before I play catchup with everyone else. Im primed and pumped. Let's get these jokes off.

Leona bothers me. Its not just because hes a grown ass man trying to stay in school. It's because he does it on pawpouse. He's playing 4D chess with everyone and found a way to stay in school rather than do ANYTHING ELSE. Leona values his school life more than his future bc hes afraid of what comes next.

Unlike Mal + Lilia who can pop back into school every half a century, Leona will have to go out into the world and stay there. He knows that whatever comes next, he's not ready for it. He's expressed his dislike for his home life and being a prince seems like it's more trouble than it's worth. Leona wants to be free to do as he pleases without someone breathing down his neck. I get that. Adulthood is scary as fuck and I don't blame him.

But what will happen when the people he's grown attached to moves on? He's got a revolving door of students in his dorm and even he will have to leave too. It's fragile just like the dust he makes. And that’s what I'm curious about. Is his family okay with this arrangement? Do they appreciate not having to deal with him? Because then this all makes even more sense. He justified that he has ppl to do shit for him at NRC, but whatever he wants can be done at home too. And since he's the second son, he could fuck off even more, right?

While he's not easily stressed, his emotions can get the better of him. His chapter is pretty mid, but Lilia’s taunts set him over the edge. He's most likely been ridiculed all his life as the second one. He doesn't have an identity back home. If someone taps into that nerve, it breaks him. Leona aint figured out who he is as an individual and as a prince he won't get it. His friends and "subordinates" treat him as Leona and not the prince of the sunset savana. But um, hes an asshole!

Yeah hes a gd asshole and I'm not letting it go. Leona is surrounded by people who love and support him and yet he brushes it off. He won't tell you how he feels and it is annoying. Like, bro, stop trying to prove a point and tell your friends that you give a shit about them. Especially Ruggie. You nearly killed him and yet he still helps you. Hes not even the vice dorm leader so he could just tell u to fuck off. Scar fell because he neglected the people he promised to support. He made false promises and didn't deliver on them when it came time to return the favor. And while Rome wasn't built in a day, his chapter didn't do any favors for him.

I said his chapter is mid because like Vil, the stakes were low and stayed low. Riddle's behavior affected the QOL of everyone in his dorm. Azul was damn near a slave owner. Jamil (while limited to just Kalim) could have gotten himself killed if word got back home. Vil and Leona didn't have high enough stakes until they inflicted their magic onto someone (which still bothers me that he went for Ruggie who hadn't provoked him).

His plan of breaking everyone's legs was dangerous. I think that puts his story higher than Vil's (which had reasonable demands most of the time). But if they rearranged some shit so that Savanaclaw students just went "fuck off leona, we're tired of this shit" and ruggie is the final one to go "I'm tired of it too." Then he would snap and we would get it. He wants control over everything in his life and now that he's pushed too many buttons, he will value the people who love him a little bit more.

To me, Leona first came off as a lazy son of a bitch who didn't want to get his hands dirty and blamed everything on everyone else. And while that may be true, I also think that his chapter should have made his charm more obvious. Or maybe that's the joke? All of his fans have no reason to like him!

You wanna know his appeal? Hes tsundere. That's it. His lines about MC are the most obvious but the ones about his dorm mates solidify it. Everyone loves an ass who can't tell you how he feels up front. But also people want to fuck cats so it's that too.

But I think Leona needs to ask himself: does he deserve it? Does he deserve to be a leader and does he deserve his position? I would venture to say he doesn't think so. He's not as self-deprecating as Idia, but his flaws can be pretty stifling for some. So to compensate, he asserts himself a little more while picking which fights he goes into.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO HIS REASONING FOR POMEFIORE. okay look. I appreciate a good surprise but Leona has another thing coming if he's sure he could take Vil. Their relationship is already frustrating for Vil because Leona doesn't put forth his best efforts all the time. Leona wants to reap the benefits with no work. He's spoiled. And that pisses Vil off because Vil is always on his grind. Type A vs Type B. And I agree. Leona's passiveness is frustrating especially when he looks down on people who could reasonably beat his ass. In terms of winning over the students, it's a tie. They're both attractive, persuasive and…fuck theyre so hot. But who will keep everything stable? Vil. Leona's good in Savanaclaw bc they value "the fittest" and follow whoever wins. All dorms could reasonably work like that that, but I think the application of Vil's UM could fuck Leona over. If he tested Azul or Riddle, he could win because their UM is easier to deal with. Mal is up in the air and Idia…probably would put it in a stalemate (see their chess battle). Plus, Leona hates stuffy clothes and would probably get annoyed by Rook long before he could actually enjoy anything Pome has to offer.

I get why he wouldn't want Diasomnia. Mal has that shit on lock. Scarabia would probably be easier than he thinks. Kalim and Jamil work in tandem so if he just gently pushed them both out the way, it wouldn't be too hard. Plus, Kalim already seems to like Leona. Jamil doesn't vibe with him, but what's he gonna do about it?

He could have just said pome to balance out the choices everyone made. I think i saw a chart floating around with everyones dorm pick so they probably didn't have enough Pome. Oh well.

Ok before I go, I wanna talk about his relationship with Ruggie. I said that Ruggie has no dimension to him because he's only got Poor and Leona as his defining traits. And I still believe that. Fun fact. At the time of writing this, Ruggie has about 7 lines that mention Leona. Leona has 5 mentions of Ruggie. Do with that what u will. For real tho, i like their relationship for some reason. Ruggie doesn't take shit from Leona and Leona just lets him say shit with thin threats. And Leona has a lot of faith in him too. Ruggie seems to underestimate his abilities sometimes which is why Leona pushes him. After all, what good is a servant that sucks at his job?

Going forward I think I want Leona to…not be an ass. Easier said than done lmaoooo. But for real hes definitely scared of adulthood because it means going back to a life where he is constantly shoved into a box and limited in his individuality. It's kind of the system that fucks him over the most. He's got his smarts but it kind of seems like mages are valued past just what you know. Soz, dude. Sucks to be you!

Happy Birthday Leona! 🦁😊

#leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #faes character reflection #writing

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the-ultimate-pie-family · 1 year

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The truth part 3

Blood: *is stressed out about wat he did to his aunt twilight and solar* oh shit it been centuries and i can't seem to figure out the memory spell ahhh *smashes his spell table* god damnit!!!!!

Glass: *knocks on blood door* dad u ok?

DG: momma wats wrong with uncle blood?

Blood: *open his door*

Glass: holy fuck dad u look terrible

Blood: thanks wats up sweetie?

Glass: i wanna help u gain aunt twilight memories back along with solors too

Blood: i know i need ur help with this i still didn't unlock gods full power but i need ur help glass but i need sleep first *he then upper cutted hisself passing out*

DG: did he?

Glass: yes he must've been really tired *walks in her dad room looking at his research* hmmm might need my husband for this too

DG: *flies to her mom looking at her uncles research* wat is this mom?

Glass: forbidden spells and languages *she thinked to herself why her dad is going beyond this power*

DG: *she saw her mom shiver* momma r u ok?

Glass: yeah sweetie im fine

*blood sat up quickly yelling passing out again*

Glass: we should go sweetie

DG: ok mom *teleports away*

Glass: *shes sighed* wat r u doing dad?

Blood: I'll basically have to sacrifice myself to get their memory back

Glass: w-w-w-wat? Why?

Blood: Because I've tried everything, the forbidden spells r my last change.........

Glass: b-but? H-how will u get back?

Blood: *he chuckled* i don't think i can come back after this.......

Glass: *she started crying* dad plz their must be another way

Blood: if u have something better plz share glass

Glass: i need time dad plz

Blood: i don't have time the blood moon is coming it's getting hard to control my blood lust glass that's why i must do this to save my family and friends.......

Glass: *she cried more hugging her dad* d-d-dad plz this realm will end if u leave us

Blood: *he looked away trying not to cry* i understand glass but it's the only way........

Glass: no there has to be another way..........

Blood: goodbye glass u'll know before the rest that i may gone i love u sweetie *he kissed his daughter forehead for the last time then teleporting away*

Glass: *she looked up crying* I'll bring u back dad i-i promise......

Twilight eclipse: blood? wats up?

Blood: *he busted open both twilight and solar head open doing three forbidden spells*

*flash of light appeared everywhere twilight and solar go there memory back*

Twilight eclipse: blood wat happened? wat did u do?

*blood looked up too his aunt and solar saying*

Blood: *coughs up white blood* w-welcome ho-ome *he slowly disappeared into nothing saying* look after my family save them nomatter wa..... *disappeared*

Twilight eclipse: did he just? H-he did no my nephew!!!!! *she broke down crying as solar confronted her* don't twi we'll find him.......

Glass: *teleports in front of twilight and solar*

*twilight and solar was shocked seeing a pony skeleton*

Glass: i hope ur happy......aunty my dad is gone

Twilight eclipse: glass im sorry i didn't know the cost

Glass: of course not *she started crying* i hope ur finally happy twilight hope u two rot in hell for wat u done to my family

Twilight eclipse: glass plz don't say that we'll find him I promise

Glass: u have a three day my dad isn't back my husband takes ur souls and i kill ur kids

Twilight eclipse: glass plz don't do this.......

Glass: three days good luck assholes *teleports away*

Twilight eclipse: twi r we gonna die? I-i....don't know....... we gotta try something twi. Those were forbidden spell made by god solar were screwed.......

Surprise jr: hello aunty. solar.

Twilight eclipse: hi satan. Huh satan?

Surprise jr: so ur memory is really back huh twi?

Twilight eclipse: yes nephew but at wat cost.......

Surprise jr: yes it's very terrible my brother did the forbidden spells but it was the only way u understand

Twilight eclipse: we also have three days too

Surprise jr: i know my retired death is going to enjoy killing u two hahahah but this realm is unstable now u actually have three days till this realm scatters and disappears

Twilight eclipse: huh? *they were shocked* wat the realm will disappear?

Surprise jr: Yes, my brother was keeping the realms in peace till his kindness took control. *He tried not to cry* but i can help

Twilight eclipse: really how? Yeah how?

Surprise jr: ill make a deal with u two *he summoned a contract*

Twilight eclipse: deal. No deal *Twilight slapped solar hard* wats the price nephew?

Surprise jr: u know me so well aunty sign then i will take wat i want and leave then my brother will be back

Twilight eclipse: *solar signed in blood but Twilight didn't want too* twi U ok? Yeah im scared.... *in fear twilight signed in blood*

*the contract disappears*

Surprise jr: *he used his devil magic taking two organs from solar and twilight* goodbye *he disappeared to hell*

*blood then appeared collapsing on the ground*

Blood: Ugh, where am i?......

Twilight eclipse: it's really him he's back. But at wat cost for us twi?

"Blood got up a little dazed, wobbling, but Twilight and solar helped blood back to his castle when they got there glass was waiting for them"

Glass: very good aunty and bitch boy "she was still mad at them for wat her dad did to save them" ur lucky my uncle saved ur asses

"Solar looked at glass saying"

Twilight eclipse: u know about that? Babe, stop, don't hurt ur brain here glass ur dad is back

Blood: *he teleported to his room, going to sleep*

@asktwilighteclipse

#ponyville #mlp #the ultimate pie family #death #glass #blood #dead god #twilight eclipse #realms #unstable #sacrifice

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hlvrfreakyfriday · 10 months

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HLVRFF: Chapter 6

"TOMMYYYYYY," Benry says, probably a little too loudly, into the receiver after snatching the phone from Gordon's hand. He pays no mind to the annoyed sound Gordon makes as he leaves for his bedroom.

"Hi, Benry! How- how're you holding up?" Tommy asks.

"BBBBBBBB, sucks, man. being human is like, so lame. no offense," Benry answers.

"None taken. I can only imagine how jarring it must be, losing- losing so many of your usual senses and- and powers."

"yeah, man! i can't even- can't even sweet voice while stuck in gordon's bod! i keep wanting to, but it doesn't feel right. like all the voice is just, fuckin', stuck. can't get it out." A pause. "uh. nothing bad's gonna happen to gordon's body if i can't get my feelings out, is it?" Benry asks, sounding more than a little concerned.

"Oh, no, don't worry! I mean, you'll feel bad, probably? From, uh, bottling up your emotions. But- but Mr. Freeman's body will- it'll be fine."

"oh, okay."

An awkward second of silence.

"You- you should probably try expressing yourself in more ways besides- besides the Sweet Voice, while you're stuck in a human body that can't use it."

"hmm."

"I'm serious, Benry. Keeping your feelings all locked up, it's not good for you. You're already in a- a stressful situation. Don- don't do anything to add to it, okay?" Tommy pleads.

"okay okay okay, i'll figure something out. get a lil' diary or somethin'. promise," Benry finally relents. Uhg, just the thought of trying to express himself using ONLY stupid people words gives Benry a migraine. But he'll do it for Tommy. Benry doesn't like it when Tommy worries. He doesn't like it when any of his friends worry, honestly. When his friends worry, it makes him worry, which just makes his friends worry even more. It's a vicious cycle.

…All this thinking about worrying suddenly reminds Benry of something.

"oh, hey, gordon talks to you about his nightmares sometimes, right?" Benry asks.

"Yeah."

"how, uh, like, in detail does he get?"

A pause on Tommy's end. "I-I'm not sure I should say. Mr. Freeman tells me about his- his dreams in confidence."

Benry makes a sound of understanding. "yeah, okay, i get that. private information n' shit."

"Why do you ask? Is it something to- to do with the nightmare Mr. Freeman was having when, uh, this happened?" Tommy asks.

Benry's borrowed hand grips the controller it clutches a little more tightly. "yeah... he was having a nightmare about me." There's an awful twisting feeling in Benry's unfamiliar chest as he speaks. "...he's never once told me about that. that he has nightmares about me still."

"Oh…" comes Tommy's soft, sad response. "I… he probably didn't wan- didn't wanna hurt your feelings," Tommy offers.

It's a nice thought, Benry supposes, but he can't deny how a big part of him seriously doubts that. He doesn't say anything about it, though, letting Tommy continue.

"Have you talked about it with Mr. Freeman?"

"...no," Benry answers simply. Would Gordon even want to talk about it? He hasn't mentioned it once since they woke up. Also, if there's one thing Benry's worse at than talking about his feelings, it's talking about his feelings with Gordon. And that seems to go both ways, too, considering how often they've had misunderstandings with each other in the past.

And, god, it's gonna be even harder to talk to him now, now that he knows that Gordon is apparently still afraid of him, at least on some subconscious level.

Benry was really hoping that him living all chill with the man for the past four months meant they were past that…

"Benry?" Tommy speaks up again, snapping Benry's attention back.

"yeah, man?"

"I think you should talk to him. Wh-when you're ready. Since you're not used to- to talking about your feelings with words yet, maybe practice first? But this is something you both gotta- have to confront sooner or later."

Tommy’s right, Benry knows this. Still doesn’t mean he’s gonna not like doing it any less. “yeah… yeah, i will, man. don't worry. we'll get a feelings jam goin'.”

Suddenly, there’s a crash on Tommy’s end of the line, followed by a muffled shout. “Oh. Uh-oh. Uhhh I gotta- gotta go now. I’ll talk to you later!”

“’kay. ttyl tommy bro,” Benry says before they both hang up.

In any other situation, Benry would feign forgetfulness to avoid having to talk to Gordon. But he promised Tommy, and Benry Benry Benry Lover has never broken a promise to Tommy Coolatta. Never before, and he’s not gonna start now.

…Of course, that doesn’t mean that he has to do the feelings jam RIGHT now. Besides, like Tommy said, Benry needs to practice talking his feelings out first. Which is also something he doesn’t have to do right this instant. He’s gotta get his Demon's Souls on, bro.

Benry games away for about an hour or two after his chat with Tommy. To his credit, he does idly wonder about alternative, non-Sweet Voice ways he could use to get his feelings out, during parts of gameplay where he doesn’t have to focus too much.

Not really having much in the ideas department, unfortunately. BBBBBBBBBBB…

Just then, he hears a shriek coming from Gordon’s room, and his borrowed heart stops. Oh shit oh shit oh shit, is he having another panic attack? Benry leaps up from the couch and bolts to the back of the house.

When he flings the door open, he’s greeted by the sight of Gordon clutching his blanket like a shield, whining out red to jade Sweet Voice, while a skeleton stares at him from his bedside.

“oh hey, you made a skeleton.”

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“oh hey, you made a skeleton,” Benry states simply after bursting into Gordon’s room.

“Yeah, I noticed! How do I make it leave?” Gordon asks, sounding a little frantic. The skeleton tilts its head at him and then looks to Benry, somehow looking confused.

Gordon likes to think he’s done pretty well with getting accustomed to a lot of Benry’s weird eldritch bullshit. Except for skeletons. They still freak him out.

The fact that this one popped up right after he had a really fucked up nightmare isn't helping matters.

Benry frowns. “why you freaking out? he's not gonna hurt you, man.”

Gordon bares his borrowed fangs in a snarl, but it’s fearful rather than intimidating. “I don’t ffffucking care, get it OUT of here!”

If the skeleton had any facial muscles, it'd probably look a little hurt at Gordon’s apparent disdain for it. Instead, Benry’s the one with the sad expression as he responds. “okay gordo, chill,” he says, and waves a beckoning hand at the skeleton. “c’mon, bro. feetman wants to be alone.” The skeleton looks at Gordon once more, before shrugging and following Benry out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Once he’s alone again, Gordon curls in on himself and attempts to calm himself down again. He tries his breathing exercises, but they alone aren't working, so he also attempts his other favorite anxiety soother: fidgeting with his hair. Unfortunately, while Benry’s hair is very soft (now that it’s clean), it’s really too short to properly fidget with. Not enough for Gordon to run his borrowed fingers through, which is just making him more agitated. Okay okay, abort mission. Think of something else, Gordon. His anti-anxiety meds aren’t an option right now- who knows if they would even work on Benry’s weird alien brain. But what else helps Gordon calm down during anxiety attacks? There’s the hair thing, weighted blanket which obviously isn’t working right now, Benry’s Sweet Voice, which… Gordon’s not even sure if the user can even use it on themself, not that he’s calm enough to try and spit out calming blue right now anyway. There’s his favorite hoodie- oh shit! Yeah! The hoodie! Not quite cool enough weather for that yet, but who cares.

Gordon hops up from his bed and goes to dig through his closet for his favorite old, soft, orange hoodie. As soon as he finds it, he quickly pulls it on…. And finds himself to be absolutely swimming in it. He kinda forgot for a moment just how much bigger he is than Benry. Gordon moves over to his mirror to get a look at himself and, yeah, the hoodie practically looks like a damn dress on Benry’s comparatively smaller form.

Seeing Benry’s form engulfed in the oversized hoodie is a sight funny enough to get a good chuckle out of Gordon, settling his anxiety down a little bit. It also reminds him of something he hasn't done in a long time… Gordon moves from the mirror and climbs back onto the bed, and adjusts the blankets into a kind of nest around himself. He then draws his knees in, folding them to his chest inside the spacious hoodie, and pulls his arms in out of the sleeves as well. Folded up inside the hoodie as he is, he has now effectively “cocooned” himself. It’s something he used to do a lot as a kid, with a dinosaur sleep shirt that was clearly adult sized. He remembers being so sad when that old shirt got too worn out to wear anymore.

Gordon lets himself sink into his hoodie cocoon as he reminisces about his childhood, anxiety slowly fading as he does.

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Benry makes his way back to the living room and plops back down on the couch, the skeleton following suit. He inhales deeply and lets out a heavy sigh before turning his face to his bony companion.

“sorry ‘bout that, man. gordo's still kinda freaked out by you, ‘cause of the uh, pranks and the boss fight n' shit,” Benry explains. The skeleton’s empty sockets just stare at him. “oh yeah, i also kinda fucked up last night aaaaaand we're in each other’s bodies now. very unepic situation.” The skeleton nods in understanding.

Benry slumps back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and grumbles. “i just… i thought we were doing good, man. i thought he was starting to like me again. that he wasn’t scared of me anymore.” Benry looks down at his borrowed hands. “…but he still is. he still dreams about me trying to… to kill him.”

A bony hand is placed on his arm, and Benry looks back over at the skeleton. It clacks its mandible and sings out a little purple. Benry responds with a rather half-hearted smile, but it falls from his face pretty quickly as he looks back away. “i dunno man, i just wish i knew how to fix this shit. wish i was better at the whole friend thing. i used to think i was soooo good at it, but… kinda- kinda realizing now that i'm… pretty fuckin' garbo at it, actually.” The skeleton tilts its head, and Benry shakes his. “good friends don’t get their friends maimed by boot boys. you don’t call people you have nightmares of good friends. those are shit-tier friend traits….”

An uncomfortable silence settles between the two- no singing or clacking from the skeleton, and no talking from Benry. Although, he kinda really WANTS to talk, his head is just so full of all these bad thoughts and feelings that he really wants to get out… but he just can’t find the words. Which is really, REALLY sucks. If he can’t even talk to his skeleton, how the fuck is he gonna talk to Gordon?

Benry leans forward and buries his borrowed face in his hands, groaning. His attention is brought back to the skeleton when it nudges his shoulder, however, and he sees it offering him the PS3 controller. Benry looks from the controller to the skeleton, and then sighs as he takes the controller. Yeah, it’s right- maybe some more game time is in order. Though, maybe instead of more Demon’s Souls… “yo, wanna build a castle in minecraft?”

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It’s sometime close to supper time when Gordon finally reemerges from his room, decidedly much calmer now. As such, he’s not quite as on edge when he sees the skeleton, still here, sitting on the couch with Benry.

And playing Minecraft???

“yeah! fuck ‘em up, fuck ‘em up! show that poser who the cooler skeleton is!” Benry cheers as the skeleton on the couch dukes it out with a skeleton in the game. He’s so distracted by the Epic Skeleton Duel that he doesn’t notice Gordon enter the room. Or that his own character is about to walk right into lava.

Hesitantly, Gordon walks over and takes a seat on the recliner by the couch. There’s still enough room on the couch for him, but, y'know. Skeleton. The leather cushion creaks under him, and the pair on the couch finally acknowledge his presence.

“yo, gordo. didn't know you had a dress hoodie,” Benry says, referring to hoodie still swallowing Gordon’s borrowed form.

Gordon snorts. “It’s not supposed to a dress. Your body’s just tiny compared to mine,” he corrects. The tell-tale sound of Benry’s Minecraft character sizzling in lava draws the entity's attention back to the TV, and he mumbles out something that Gordon doesn’t quite catch, but sounded an awful lot like ‘Gordon Hugeman.’ Gordon rolls his eyes at that.

And then his eyes settle on the skeleton.

That is staring right back at him.

A low whine rises from his borrowed throat, accompanied by some uncomfortable yellow and green. Benry notices this, and then nudges the skeleton, drawing its attention back to him.

“sorry bro, but i think it’s about time for you to bounce,” Benry says to his bony companion. The skeleton nods, throws up a peace sign, and then descends, clipping through the couch and into the ground.

Gordon just stares dumbly at the space the skeleton was once occupying for a moment before shaking his head. “Uh, thanks,” he mutters.

“no prob, bro,” Benry replies.

Silence falls on the room, the only sounds being the occasional ones of Benry’s game. It’s just shy of becoming an uncomfortable silence when Gordon finally speaks up again. “Y’know, I think that was the first skeleton I’ve seen since Black Mesa. I was almost starting to think you couldn’t make them anymore,” he says.

Benry shrugs, not looking away from his game. “haven’t made any ‘cause i didn’t wanna freak you out,” he says.

Gordon stares at him, more than a little surprised to hear that. Benry, being considerate? I mean yeah, he’s been doing that more lately, but Gordon’s shocked to hear he’s been doing it since he first showed back up, too. Especially since it involves the skeletons, which Benry seemed to take absolute glee in using to fuck with Gordon. Which reminds him…

“Why did that one even show up? I know you said I made it, but I have no idea how. I woke up and it was just there,” Gordon says.

Benry pauses his game and taps a finger on his borrowed chin, thinking. “hmmm… what were you dreaming about before you woke up?” he asks.

“Another fucked up nightmare,” Gordon answers. He doesn’t go into details about it because he’s honestly trying to purge it from his memory.

Benry thinks about that for a moment, and then seems to come to an answer. “ohhhhh, i get it. you were all scared in the dream, so your brain- or i guess my brain- made a skeleton to protect you,” Benry explains, and nods sagely to himself.

'Maybe he’s here to protect us,’ Gordon remembers Coomer once suggesting about one of Benry’s skeletons, the first one they ran into. Gordon has no idea if it actually was going to protect them while they slept if they hadn't shot it to death, but apparently that is indeed one of their functions. If Gordon subconsciously summoned one to protect himself, maybe that’s even what they’re mainly for? Of course, now Gordon’s wondering why Benry’s weird apparent defense mechanism is to manifest human skeletons of all things.

“What are the skeletons, anyway? Why are they human skeletons?” Gordon asks next.

“they’re like, uhhh,” Benry pauses, smacking his lips. “make ‘em up pals.”

Gordon blinks. “Make ‘em up- …you mean imaginary friends??”

“yeah! those things. when i was a lil' baby and didn’t have any friends yet, i just made up my own,” Benry explains. “they look like human skeletons ‘cause i saw one once and thought it was the coolest shit. which i still do. you got cool bones.”

Huh. Well. That’s… certainly not the explanation Gordon was expecting. Imaginary friends… Gordon would ask why they seem so tangible for being imaginary, but Benry’s a reality-bending cosmic horror. All the explanation he needs, really.

Gordon is also not gonna bother asking Benry how he found the skeleton he used for reference when making his imaginary friends. They look far too accurate to have been based on a Halloween prop…

Yeah, okay, no. Let’s break off from that train of thought.

“Y'know, that reminds me. I was reminiscing about my childhood earlier, and suddenly remembered my own imaginary friend I had as a kid,” Gordon says. “I don’t think I had them for very long, though. Just until my little brother John was old enough to do stuff with me, I guess.”

Benry gives Gordon a very inquisitive look at that. “what kinda friend was it? bet it was something lame. or nerdy. or lame AND nerdy.”

Gordon shoots Benry a small scowl, but answers anyway. “They were some kind of monster, I think. I don’t remember much at all about them, except that they had a lot of eyes, and were a kid like me. Can’t even remember their name, though I doubt it was anything too creative, considering how young I was back then.”

Gordon looks back at Benry when he finishes speaking, and there’s a look on the entity’s face that he’s having trouble placing. Kind of looks like surprise, but not quite… “What?”

Benry blinks, and then shakes his head, his expression falling back to a more neutral one. “nothin'. just uh, just surprised to hear you had a monster friend. is all.”

Gordon gives an amused huff. “I don’t see why that’s surprising. I’m friends with a monster right now, after all.”

Benry sticks his tongue out at Gordon in response to that, and Gordon chuckles. Just then, Benry’s borrowed stomach growls, reminding them both what time it is. “yo what you got planned for supper?” Benry asks.

“How about we order a pizza?” Gordon asks in turn. “Haven’t had that in a while.” Benry gives a thumbs up, and Gordon gets up and heads back to his room for his phone.

Being way out of earshot as he is, Gordon doesn’t hear Benry’s soft yet excited words. “he almost remembers me…”

#half life vr but it's freaky friday #fic repost

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fictionallyinparadise · 4 months

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I started writing this when I started feeling Bad and finished it recently. There aren't any TWs needed but please feel free to request one if need be. Take care <3 (also reblogs are off because this is kind've a vent-y piece and. yeah. I'm doing Better-ish btw)

Cora was silent, their head in Chuuya's lap while Dazai talked about whatever came to mind. A cloud shaped almost perfectly like a triangle, a dandelion that grew in-between side walk cracks, what he had for breakfast that day.

All of it was for the sake of distraction. Cora knew this; nights like this were becoming much too common. They weren't doing good mentally. Between everyday life stress, work anxieties, and dysphoria...they were perhaps at a low point.

Chuuya's fingers ran through their hair. It was longer now, with tangles and snarls littered around like seasoning. He didn't say anything about it, gently working the knots out with his fingers. Dazai eventually stopped his rambling and just leaned his head against Cora's shoulder.

"How do you feel, belladonna?" He asked in a murmur, fingertips brushing over their face.

"...numb." They replied in a mutter.

"Well, it's different from 'shit', so I consider this improvement!" He tried to find the bright side, giving a sympathetic smile.

"...is it an improvement?" The redhead muttered, raising a brow. Cora just shrugged their shoulders in response. They supposed it would be improvement compared to their usual answer but still, it wasn't an ideal answer.

"Can I get you anything, darling?" Dazai tilted his head, looking like an excited dog ready to fetch. They almost smiled at that.

"I dunno." They muttered, shrugging again. "I just..." They trailed off and sighed. "I don't know."

"That's okay, sweetling." Chuuya murmured softly, gently moving aside greasy hair he'd gotten untangled to the side so he could continue without hassle.

"I was about to say that!" Dazai whined, crossing his arms and sighing dramatically. They smiled at that. "Ha! I got them to smile!" His pout faded to pure happiness.

Chuuya rolled his eyes but seemed happy, patting the top of Cora's head. "Atta..." He trailed off, silent for a moment. "...atta-thing?"

That got them to laugh.

"Chuuya! Don't call our little bear a 'thing'!" Dazai scolded lightly, but he looked elated to hear Cora laugh.

"Well I can't say 'attaboy' or 'attagirl'! There's no neutal word I can use!" Chuuya shot back with a lighthearted glare.

"So 'thing' was the best thing you came up with?" Dazai crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Is that what our darling Cora is? A thing?"

They tried not to laugh more but failed. It was obvious the two were only having this back and forth to make them laugh. It was sweet, actually.

"Well, if they wanna be a thing, they can be!" The redhead crossed his arms and huffed. "That's not the point anyway, dumbass."

Dazai raised a brow and hummed, playing with Cora's hair a bit as they closed their eyes. "We should all take a bath! Together!"

"No bathtub would fit us, mackerel." Chuuya snorted, shaking his head. "Good idea, absolutely no way to execute."

"Well, we can just squish together in the bath." The detective waved a hand, poking Chuuya's forehead. "It'd be like cuddling!"

Cora glanced between the two, raising a brow. "Wet cuddling."

That made the two laugh, and brought a smile to their face. "That sounds dirty, silly." Dazai hummed, kissing Cora's forehead. "We'll figure something out. We always do!"

"You say that now, so you better now whine about leg cramps later." Chuuya said in a grumble, raising a brow. "I guess it wouldn't be too bad. What do you think, sweet thing?"

Cora was quiet for a moment before nodding a little. "Can we cut my hair first?"

Silence filled the room; not a bad silence but a thoughtful one.

"I can do it." Dazai offered gently.

They nodded and sat up, still sticking close to Chuuya though. The physical contact brought comfort.

Gingerly, Dazai cut their hair, the tangled locks falling to a paper bag held underneath. He was focused on the task, no remarks coming out as he just focused.

Chuuya held their hand, also silent. It felt comfortable to be silent. Soon their hair was back to the short length they preferred, though still greasy and rather unpleasant to touch.

It didn't seem to bother either of their partners, though. They were grateful for that.

Chuuya got the bath running, adding lavender Epsom salts and making sure the water wasn't too hot. Dazai waited behind, arms wrapped around Cora, his face buried in their neck. The warm silence continued.

It continued even into the bath. It took a while to get arranged, since it was hard to fit three people into one tub. But it worked, in the end. Dazai and Chuuya took turns, one rinsing Cora's hair while the other massaged berry scented shampoo into it.

Cora didn't say anything. They let themselves be taken care of, for once. It felt nice, having gentle hands rub shampoo into their hair or a hand shielding their eyes as water poured over their head.

Getting out of the bath was a little more chaotic. It was rather amusing to hear the two bicker about who would get out first and why. In the end, Cora got out first, and helped the other two out. They took over the task of drying themself off.

"See? I knew we could do it." Dazai's smug but genuinely happy voice broke the silence.

"I'm gonna have bruises from your fuckin' elbows." Chuuya shot back, crossing his arms as his wet hair clung to his face and neck.

Cora just chuckled a bit, shaking their head. They took the chance to slip out of the bathroom and nab their boyfriends' clothes to use as pajamas before coming back to make sure the bickering didn't escalate.

"Aww, look at our handsome bear! They look so pretty in your shirt!" Dazai immediately stopped the argument to gush over Cora, smiling widely. Chuuya glanced over, his cheeks flushing and a smile undeniable on his face.

"...yeah. It's better than swimming in one of your shirts, you tall bastard." He mumbled with a chuckle.

Cora raised a brow and laughed at that. "It was the first shirt I could find."

"Well, you look positively glowing!" The brunette grinned, pressing multiple kisses on their face.

Chuuya, not about to miss out on giving Cora more affection, scrambled over, wrapping his arms snug around them, head resting on their shoulder.

A rather romantic scene if it wasn't in the bathroom.

Amused, Cora just returned the affection before getting dragged to bed, being immediately pulled into the usual messy cuddling position.

Chuuya, buried into their arms and clinging onto them, while he and them laid almost on top of Dazai, who had his arms loosely around them both.

It was awkward with limbs getting tangled and bumped together but Cora wouldn't trade this for anything. It felt nice, to just be held and to hold. Especially after the rather hard past few weeks they'd been enduring. This was always a relief from it all. And at least now, that relief came with the comfort of being clean with their usual haircut back.

#self ship writing #self ship comfort writing #📦; sweet dreams are made of this...?#rayx's writing #fuck what other tags do i need???#idk rip </3 #anyway. they are comfort shaped.#also probably written OOC but that's because i haven't finished the anime yet. because i'm batshit insane.#the fact that i'm taller than chuuya makes me feral btw. like i'm taller than him by uhh four inches is making me foam at the mouth #idk whenever i find out i'm taller than an f/o i start barking bc normally these bitches are taller than me #also when i looked at our height comparison......we made likea. staricase shape :].........

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inky-quilled-dragon · 2 years

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Greetings Ladies, Gentlefolk, and Domesticated Cryptids!

Hello all! Welcome to the corner of the internet dedicated to my various and varied ramblings, fandom lizard brain, and updates on the sheer chaos that is my AO3. (Yes this is Inky's personal Tumblr. The one who wrote both the 55k+ Miraculous angst fic and the one where Infinity War was avoided thanks to a tweet. I contain multitudes.)

I've seen other blogs do one of these posts just to lay out stuff, so figured I would as well :)

Basic Information

~ I do swear. A bit. A lot. It's a good stress release idk. (By swear, i mean fuck, shit, asshole, nothing worse than that--*creative* insults will also be included)

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Current Obsessions

Fandoms

The Legend Of Zelda (hot damn I love those games) and Linked Universe by extension!

Marvel Cinematic Universe--All of it!!

Miraculous Ladybug (Not an Astruc fan but the love square gives me life I must admit)

The Umbrella Academy

Amphibia (I love the frog show so much. Marcanne gives me life)

The Owl House (LUMITY.)

Voltron (Hate the queer-baiting and season 8, love the premise and my darling Pidge so damn much)

9-1-1/9-1-1 LS (buddie 4ever)

Gravity Falls

Ninjago (Fell out of it when i was eight, ran back into it with a vengance in early 2020 before losing interest for a moment, now have fallen DEEP into it once more)

She-Ra (2018)

Many, many books

a lot more, but these are my mains

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Cottagecore

30s/40s/50s/60s/70s/80s (vintage vibes, NOT vintage values)

light academia

pretty things in general. Idk i have very varied tastes.

Music (I have so many but these are my favourites)

Taylor Swift

Hayley Kiyoko

Dua Lipa

Billie Eilish

Carly Rae Jepsen

Clairo

King Princess

way way more

Misc

Witchcraft

Old mythology from all around the world

anything astronomy

weird linguistic things

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Final Note

So yeah that's me. Do not expect any personal information. Aside from the swearing, this blog is not 18+

Thank you very much for choosing to take a peek! Feel free to follow if you want my chaos on your dashboard.

And to my folks who got here from AO3, I'll be posting updates on progress and fics in general here :)

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walkuntilthedaylight · 3 years

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The people have spoken! How can I not give them what they want?

I'm gonna put this all under a cut, since it's a bit long, and also because it's highly interpretative/speculative and not everyone likes those kinds of posts as they can be rather subjective and, I suppose, invasive. I want to give two major caveats to my thoughts below: first is that I tend not to buy the idea that Paul was the "stable/normal" Beatle, mostly b/c I view marijuana dependency and workaholism as addictions and I take them pretty seriously. Second is that I really do love this kind of tabloid/gossip/personal account shit; I think it should be taken with a handful of salt, but I don't think it should be entirely dismissed out of hand either. I read this stuff like I'm piling up sheets of stained glass: I'm intrigued by the places where the colours blend and overlap, and ignore things that fall outside the prism. Anyway, let's dig in:

Okay, so what I found fascinating about 'Body Count' is that it's one of the only sources which observes Paul McCartney's mental health during the period between the India trip and when the band breakup really got rolling. I think it's overall a fairly self-absorbed text that definitely has some lies and exaggerations peppered in there to make things spicier and more dramatic, but its broad characterization - as I mentioned in my first post - isn't exactly libelous or out of left field. Some elements that make me think it's generally if not wholly authentic are: Paul's simultaneously forceful and dorky seduction style, his terrible Liverpool diet and poor housekeeping, the bouts of thrill-seeking recklessness, avoidant adventure crafting, dark moods when drinking non-socially, the occasional hot and cold bouts with the Apple Scuffs camped out at his gate, and the way in which he underplays his drug habit, which is SO "in truthfulness we spent most of the filming of Help! slightly stoned":

These details are so bizarrely specific and have significant overlap with both sympathetic and spurned personal accounts of Paul I've read in the past, so I believe Francie is just telling "Her Version Of The Truth" here rather than crafting a piece of pure fiction. The most important and revealing anecdote in the book is this one.

There's no reason not to believe this is a fairly accurate representation of something that actually happened, imo, since we know that anxious purse strings were an ongoing issue in the unusual turnover rate within the band Wings, and there are plenty of confirmed and rumoured cases alike of extended family members feeling entitled to a "piece of the pie"; this is just like, the kind of thing that happens to working class people who get catapulted into fame and fortune. And Paul in particular already had deep-seated financial anxiety for whatever reasons he'll never fully admit (as is his right, but I think his offhand claim that he "once heard some adults arguing about money and that's why" might actually be alluding to having heard some adults - y'know, like his parents - arguing over money fairly frequently). What esp interests me about the anecdote is the way Paul seems to connect the conflict b/t his dual "identities" with these financial expectations. Perhaps the CAPSLOCK emotional hysteria related in the book is puffed up for drama, but it does bring to mind one of the most revealing comments Linda ever made about their relationship, which is that Paul needed to be told he would still be loved when the cameras weren't rolling. And that's the thing: Francie caught Paul at the exact moment that the pillars of his Smile-For-The-Camera "Beatle" identity were collapsing; the dissolution of his relationships with John and Jane.

Whatever all this could possibly mean re: the breakup of the Lennon-McCartney partnership is a post for another time. What I wanna do instead is apply the level of speculation we usually reserve for that relationship to the endpoint of Paul and Jane's courtship.

So like, Paul and Jane: I know people are resistant to this specific POV, but I honestly just don't... think it was that deep? "Not deep", mind you, doesn't mean "not significant". Paul was obviously Jane's first love (u never forget), but the feeling I get from Paul's side (as a subconscious process I mean) is that Jane's importance was primarily as a lynchpin in his London Socialite persona. He loved her family, he loved the friend group, the artistic scene dating her gave him access to, as well as the leg up he got in the class system, etc. He liked to be the kind of guy who was dating Jane Asher. But I don't know that he was the guy who was dating Jane Asher, you get me? When people describe their "great love" they accidentally tell on them (Cynthia innocently describing Paul as being pleased to have her on his arm like a trophy; John: "it was an ordinary love scene"; Alistair Taylor noting that Paul was humiliated by the breakup). Paul's a serial monogamist who U-Hauls like a lesbian, of course, so he definitely took the relationship VERY seriously, but it's telling that all of his love songs to her were either about hitting a brick wall in arguments (certainly not dreamy, fond, yearning of "sunday morning fights about saturday night"; and occasionally expressing hints of class tension too), or completely non-descript Guy With A Guitar Trying To Get Laid shit. I could extrapolate a lot about Linda just from listening to McCartney I/RAM and the Wings discography, but 'And I Love Her' doesn't tell me a single thing about Jane besides that she's pretty. It could be about literally anyone the same way 'My Love' or 'Maybe I'm Amazed' could only be about his dynamic with Linda. Some of this is obviously the natural result of getting older and gaining emotional maturity; what I'm saying is that Paul's behaviour and self-expression in this relationship does not suggest to me that it was one in which his emotional maturity was able to develop or flourish.

I want to stress again that I don't think this belittles the significance of the relationship or makes it "bad" or "fake". Like, sometimes hot people just date for a while in their teens and twenties and love each other without necessarily unlocking their inner emotional cores, usually because they don't know how to. It's, like, fine. You need to experience relationships like that as stepping stones. I simply believe that this sort of front-facing social importance being prime in the romance is a major factor in why it ultimately didn't work (and probably in Linda's reported lingering jealousy of Jane, who wasn't just an ex, but also a symbol of the life Paul ditched to build a new identity w/ her, and sometimes still pined for). With Jane, Paul was dating the "right" kind of girl (didn't put out on the first date, erudite and middle class, as serious about her career as he was, a good "celebrity" match), but the relationship often wasn't doing what he wanted it to do. Francie's observation is that by 1968 it also wasn't doing what he needed it to do either. This is the overwhelming "mood" in her affair with Paul McCartney: that he needed something very badly from a romantic partner that he just was NOT getting, and Francie couldn't figure out what it was either:

(note that she means "queer" as in "mad", not "gay")

This was an EXTREMELY roundabout way of asking: well, what WAS it that Paul needed a relationship to do for him? And I think this is Francie's big, accidental insight. The most scandalous claim in 'Body Count' is that Paul told Francie that he hit Jane and it "turned her on".

I personally think this is p. absurd absent any real proof to back it up, but like, what is Francie actually saying HE'S saying here? If she's exaggerating or lying, she's trying to make it believable within the psychological parameters laid out, right? It's not an expression of some secret desire to dominate women she's accusing him of, but emotional disturbance and confusion at the idea that the woman he was with might like that sort of forceful, masculine violence more than his softer, feminine side, which he was - yeah, we all know it - deeply insecure about.

Regardless of whether specific details are true or false (and I think there's both in this story, all hyper-magnified to make it, y'know, a ~STORY~), I think what might be true is the emotional undertow of the retelling, that this all taken together is actually representative of the side of Paul McCartney she was exposed to, at a time when his public and private facades had both become unbearable to the point of cracking and the drug-fueled optimism of the Summer of Love was getting scrubbed off of everyone and everything. It's the Paul McCartney who eviscerated frogs because he was worried he was too "soft" for compulsory military service. The Paul who modelled his masculine teen behaviour off John Lennon's fake "Marlon Brando" swagger, but was actually more fond of the velvet "Oscar Wilde" interior.

What's SO FASCINATING about all this to me, is I deeply believe that one of the key factors in what makes The Beatles music so unique and compelling is that both the songwriters experienced psychological strain from the tension b/t their parochial socially-defensive "masculine" pride, and their sensitive "feminine" core, the latter of which they were able to express in the unburdened emotionality of their music. The reason I care about doing these totally unhinged psych analyses is because I do think it reveals something about the underpinnings of the music, as well as the reasons why the band was such a hysteria-inducing phenomenon (the rise of psychology, imo, is almost as important as the rise of industrialization as a defining factor of the modern and postmodern eras; mass psychology can be understood and wielded in precise ways, and The Beatles were one of the first empires built on that). The subconscious drives caused by this tension have been ENDLESSLY picked apart re: John's psyche, but Paul's "mirrored" issues are very under-discussed (mostly b/c he's still alive so people are a little more leery about putting him on the "couch" as a historical figure). 'Body Count', intentionally or not, painted a portrait to me of someone who was drowning in their own ill-fitting celebrity "suit", collapsing under the weight of "Being" "Paul McCartney". A guy who desperately needed some sort of space to be vulnerable without feeling emasculated for doing it. By 1968, there was no one in his life anymore - and maybe there hadn't been for a while, or ever - who was giving him this space.

In other words: the thing he needed to avoid going "stark raving queer and killing himself" was simply someone who would love him 'after the ball'.

EDIT: read the comments for further clarification and discussion! ;)

#/#//#///#////#/////#the beatles #mccharmley #analysis #long post #Talking About Paul The Way I Talk About John lmfao #Taking Tabloid Bullshit Seriously #(if not literally)#*gets out my fake spectacles and jumps into the psychiatry armchair*#idk if i laid out my thoughts v well here but i hope it satisfied all the people who asked #i also tried to warn what genre of post it was for those who hate this kinda thing lol #i feel like i have more to say re: how toxic 'The Beatle' facade got for all of them by this point #and paul and john's mirrored post-india breakdowns #but francie's perspective is specifically on how it felt to be the girl he used to divebomb his relationship with jane asher SO

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✾❃S.H+D.K- A Bisexual Mess✶

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Warnings: Smut, threesome, spit roasting, suggested poly relationship

Words: 3407

Pairing(s): Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta x FEM!reader

Summary: Being attracted to your friend is weird, and your boyfriend having a crush on him too is even weirder.

Ok so I might’ve gotten carried away and prepared a basket instead... oops. Enjoy!

Part two

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Sero Hanta always bragged about you to his friends, which wasn't a secret by any means. Well, not a secret to anybody except you. What can he say? You're perfect to him, and who's he to keep that information to himself? He would spew everything he loved about you and more, infuriating Bakugo and making Kaminari jealous.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, really! Well, not at first. Buuut... your pretty little boyfriend mentioned your name in his conversation with the Bakusquad, and you couldn't help it. You stood quietly outside of your home office— the only place in the house you allowed Hanta to smoke —and leaned as close to the door as you dared.

"She's just so perfect," you broke into a smile at Sero's words.

"Will you stop bragging about y/n-chan?" Kaminari groaned dramatically from within the room, "I almost can't take it anymore! You know that I like her. Stop making me jealous on purpose because I can't have her!"

Your eyes widened slightly at Kaminari's words. He did? Since when? Well, that was a silly thing to think; Kami has probably had a crush on everyone in high school at one point or another. But the fact that he just admitted it to Hanta was straight-up bold.

"Yeah I know," you heard Sero smirk, "ever since you've heard about her magic mouth you've wanted a piece."

"-wha? Wrong. I've had a crush on her longer than that!" Kaminari argued. You could hear Mina in the back cracking up.

"Will you two shut up?!" Bakugo yelled, rattling the door. "Every fucking time I'm here is all 'y/n this' and 'y/n that' ok we gET IT, THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER!"

You stood in their silence for a moment, trying to process that holy shit, the Mega-Virgin Kaminari has a crush on you, even before you sucked Hanta off for the first time! What was happening?

"K'mon, bro," Kirishima chided, and you heard the slap of his hand land on Bakugo's back. "Chill out, take another hit. Y/n-san might pop in if she hears too much noise."

"Whatever, 'tch," Bakugo huffed, "kinda wanna go home anyway, you nerds don't have anything interesting to talk about."

You quietly hurried away to your shared bedroom at the sound of footsteps, pretending that you hadn't just heard Hanta openly talk about your 'magic mouth', and Kaminari's confession. You could still feel the flustered blush on your cheeks as Kirishima and Bakugo walked down the hall to the front door, the latter grumbling about "those damn nerds".

"Wait, guys," Mina called to them, "I don't want to be stuck with those love-sick idiots!"

After Kiri offered to buy the pink girl an Uber home and the front door was shut, all you could hear was the muffled conversation a room over. You snuck back to the office door, and pressed your ear against it.

"-s-stop!" You heard Kaminari stutter.

"Never! It's so fun to make you flustered over my girl," you playfully shook your head at Hanta's words. Typical Sero move.

It was silent for a few minutes, broken soon after with a, "dude! What the hell?" From Hanta.

"I- it's- it's your fault!" Kaminari retorted, apparently spinning around in the squeaky office chair.

"You-," Sero burst out laughing, "you got hard just from me talking about her! Bet it was the part I told you when y/n and I were at that one restaurant-."

"S-shut up!" Kaminari squeaked.

Your face flushed considerably pinker. Right here, right now, were two boys that were sexually attracted to you on the other side of the door. You felt your stomach flip and twist in excitement at the new feeling.

"It's kinda cute that you're so into her," you heard Hanta tease. "You're always a blushing mess, and just stuttering over your words."

"Damn S-sero," Denki said grouchily, "stop making fun of me."

You couldn't help but press your ear completely against the door, the two boys inside were too high to notice the shadow under the door anyway. Was Hanta... Flirting?

"I'm not making fun of you," Sero paused. "I'm just calling you cute."

You drowned out the rest of their conversation with your thoughts, trying to connect dots together. Hanta was a little suspicious at times from what you could see over his shoulder. Suspicious of what, exactly? Being gay, or at least bisexual. You saw him close tabs of soft-core gay porn occasionally, and you even accidentally stumbled upon Sero's old diary from years back. You didn't worry too much about it, but now... was he suppressing his feelings? Was he about to cheat on you?

Your heart dropped at that thought. Hanta was a nice guy and he wouldn't do that to you, right? He wouldn't lie about loving you. Not after what you heard earlier. Or was that just to fluster Kaminari? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind, and tuned back in on the two boys.

"-AH—! Wait!" You heard Sero panic, "I didn't- I shouldn't've-!"

".. shouldn't have kissed me?" Denki squeaked quietly so you had to strain to hear.

What on Earth did you miss while you were spaced out?

"Well- I was just thinking about h-how cute you are, and I forgot that I can't kiss someone who isn't my partner!" Hanta stressed, "god why do I have to love both of you..."

Your eyebrows raised at that, and listened in a little harder. Did you hear that right? Sero had a crush on Kaminari?

Honestly you couldn't blame him when the blond was so undeniably attractive, especially with the smudged black eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and the lightning bolt streak in his hair. You wouldn't lie that you liked him a bit too, but you suppressed those feelings for Hanta.

"I- I can go if you want," Kaminari mumbled, voice cracking slightly.

"Er- if you want. I don't mind chilling with you a bit longer. Just— don't tell y/n what happened. I- I'll tell her later when I figure out what to say," Hanta said.

"You sure she won't get mad at you?" Said a concerned Denki. "I know how much you love her, and I don't want you two to break it off.."

"Weeelll," Sero dragged on nervously, "y/n is very understanding, a-and I also need to tell her a few other things anyway."

You headed towards the living room, hearing all you needed to. You honestly didn't exactly know what to think about what just happened. Hanta kissed Denki, who likes you, and you that likes Hanta who also likes Denki. What even.

You sat comfortably on the couch, watching the last of the sun meander under the horizon. You nervously tapped on your phone after playing games on it for about an hour, waiting for Kaminari to leave so you could talk with Hanta. You finally heard the office door open, and you turned your head. Sero shuffled towards you with a sleeping Denki in his arms. The blonde's mouth was wide open and snoring lightly, drool going halfway down his chin.

"Uh," Hanta said awkwardly, "help."

You giggled and jumped up from your to help your boyfriend position Kaminari on the couch, who immediately latched onto a pillow mumbling incoherently.

"Whatta dude," you stated, fists on your hips.

"Yeah..." Hanta scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I have to talk to you about something. It's pretty serious so we can wait until later if you want."

"Nah," you shook your head, "you've seemed off lately, and I'm guessing you just need it off your chest."

"Well, if you don't mind," Hanta plopped down on the love seat. You kneeled over to lean your head on his knee as he sucked in a shaky breath. "I- Um. I- I think I'm Bi."

You nodded your head understandingly, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, baby. Thank you for telling me."

"—there is o-one more thing I-I have to confess," Sero shook, "just please don't hit or yell at me."

"I would never, baby. I'm here for you," you looked up at him encouragingly, giving him a smile.

"O-ok. Uh, I kinda, well... I kinda kissed Kami. O-on the lips," Hanta's eyes looked away from yours, floating to the floor.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, keeping a calm exterior.

"Uh- I dunno. I do because I'm with you.. but... I- I think I don't," Sero looked incredibly guilty, and he squeezed your hand, "I love you, b-but I also have a crush on him..."

"That's ok," you reassured, reaching up to turn his head back to you, "I don't mind if you want to be in a relationship with him too, separately or not."

Hanta looked incredibly surprised, and a smile split his face, "really?!"

"Yes really," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "I can share you."

Sero, being the genius he was, suggested introducing Denki into the relationship with a threesome. Totally not skipping a few steps or anything.

"Are you sure he'd be willing to do that?" You had asked. "He's a virgin to basically everything."

"Oh, he'd be willing alright," Hanta smirked. "I'll message him about it then?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "it'll be fun. We'll get to tease him."

Denki was freaking out. Actually, he was more than freaking out. He was freaking out and jerking off. Multitasking. He could not believe his eyes when he opened Sero's text message, four glorious words: 'wanna have a threesome?'

Of course, Denki had asked if his friend had been joking or not before opening up his mind to fantasies. He got off rather quickly, though who could blame him. He swore that his libido was abnormally high, because even the thought of you, (and Sero as well), would get him flustered and he would pop a boner.

The next day when he came over, his teeth brushed and pubes trimmed, he stood outside your apartment door for at least a minute before knocking. His mind would keep circling the same thoughts: 'Sero just wants you to embarrass yourself in front of her', 'he told y/n about your crush and now they want to laugh at you', 'holy fuck is this actually happening', and 'I hope Sero actually doesn't mind sharing'.

"Sup, man," Hanta grinned as he opened the door for his blushing crush, a far too casual greeting for the situation about to unfold.

"H-hey," Kaminari grinned back, shuffling inside and slipping off his shoes.

"Y/n's just making up a snack so we can chat before uh, y'know," Hanta held back his blush, already nervous because damn, did Denki put on eyeliner or something? He looked hotter than usual.

"Take a seat in the living room, I'm almost done!" You called from the kitchen as you poured one last cup of tea. You carried the tray of tea and homemade cookies to the coffee table, and sat yourself down on the love seat. You couldn't lie— you were nervous as shit at the moment. You looked up as Hanta led a very flustered and anxious Kaminari behind him, and you gave a comforting wave.

"H-hi," Kaminari squeaked, sitting himself on the couch in front of you. He rubbed the sweat off his hands on his pants, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Hey!" You greeted kindly with a smile.

"Alright so now what," Hanta stated, plopping himself beside Denki only looking slightly nervous.

"We discuss boundaries!" You said cheerfully. You reached over for your cup and took a sip. "Any hard no's?"

"Kaminari's not fucking you," Hanta crossed his arms. "Not yet, I want it to be more special than this..."

Denki choked on his drink, sputtering on his tea.

"Kami, any hard no's?" you steered.

"U-uh not right now," the electric blond stuttered, eyeing Sero nervously.

"Ok great!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together, "the safe word Hanta and I use is 'soy sauce'."

"That's two-."

"Yeah same difference," you waved Kaminari off. "Anyway, my hard no's are just don't hit me, don't degrade me, and don't choke me out."

The two boys nodded anxiously.

"Holy fuck," Denki muttered as he watched Sero kiss your lips, palming his dick through his jeans. He admired your half undressed state as he feverishly threw off his T-shirt.

Without looking, Hanta held out his hand in a 'come hither' motion, and Kaminari steered over to his friend. Sero pulled away from you for a moment, guiding Denki's shaky hands to your bare waist. Once the two of you continued kissing, Kaminari hugged your waist closer and kissed the side of your neck. Your encouraging moans excited him, and he kissed your skin harder.

Denki's hips couldn't help but rut against your backside, drawing out a soft groan from him. He peered his head up to Sero, who turned to give him a gentle kiss, and Kaminari could feel your saliva on his lips. You turned to face the blonde, leaning forwards to propose a kiss. Denki filled the gap quickly, and met your lips with his. It was a messy kiss, but neither you nor Kami cared. You heard Hanta grumble in your ear, nipping at the cartilage carefully.

Honestly, Denki thought he was being spoiled rotten. You were so soft in his arms, and he swore he could stay like this forever. Sero's nimble fingers snuck to the back of your bra and quickly unclasped it, making Denki suck in a jittery breath.

"Hmmh," you sighed as Hanta cupped your breasts gently, waiting for Denki to desperately ask for a turn.

"You can touch her, Denks," Sero chuckled, leaning over and kissing his friend again.

Denki mumbled into the kiss, and shakily moved to grasp your tits from behind. His cock couldn't help but twitch in his pants as he massaged your nipples softly, his lips still locked with Hanta's. Kami pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva still attaching them.

"Oh so good," Denki whined as he humped your ass, breathing heavily into your ear.

"Mmm, Denki~ take your pants off for us, won't you?" You licked your lips and watched as Kaminari hobbled out of his skinny jeans.

He looked at you with wide eyes as you sat on your bed, with Sero following suit. Denki moaned when the two of you started making out again, and nervously edged closer to the bed. You smiled at him encouragingly and reached out a hand to play with the elastic of his boxers. A whimper left his throat as you trailed a finger up his clothed shaft, and he eyed Hanta guilty.

"It's ok!" The smiling man replied, helping you get into a better position. "Let loose a little, dude."

Denki wasn't sure he could do that since you were slowly pulling down the hem of his underwear, his cock springing up to slap his stomach before standing straight out. He slipped down his boxers and kicked them away, having full attention on you and your beautiful e/c eyes.

Hanta was massaging your ass cheeks as Denki experienced your mouth for the first time, and he pulled down your panties, (which were soaked, by the way). You moaned against Kami's cock as Sero rubbed the inside of your thighs with his warm hands, causing Denki to let out a lewd groan. His eyes kept switching from you, to Sero, and back to you again.

"So wet for me, y/n," Hanta mumbled, "if I knew you were into this stuff I would've invited Kami over earlier."

You hummed in response, too busy indulging yourself with Denki's dick. You enjoyed making him squirm in his stance, licking over the glans of his cock and the underside of his shaft. You swore you could see his eyes start to water up.

Kaminari was wide eyed as he watched Hanta strip out of his briefs and give himself a few pumps. Denki's mouth opened in a silent moan when Sero lined up to your entrance and slowly inched inside, letting out a low groan when he bottomed out. You hummed diligently on the cock you were sucking and grabbed Denki's hand to put on your head, letting him grasp your hair like reins.

The electric blond babbled quietly as he watched Hanta pump into you, forcing Denki's cock further down your throat. The way your mouth contracted around him made Denki's legs shake, and he got red in the face trying to keep his hands from urging your head deeper.

"You look like you're having a good time, Denks," Sero commented as he admired the blonde's teary eyes. His hips rolled forwards in a new rhythm and you griped pleasantly as you fisted the sheets under you.

"Fuuuck yeah," Kaminari grumbled, catching up with his friend's rhythm. He was over the moon, and was just trying not to cum prematurely so he could enjoy this moment longer.

"Don't be afraid to fuck her face," Hanta said smugly, repositioning his hands on your hips. "She loves choking on cock, ain't that right beautiful?"

You wept in agreement, looking up at Denki with soft, pleading eyes. You bobbed your head faster in his loose grasp, gagging and sputtering on spit and precum. The man above you groaned with satisfaction and fisted your hair and forced his dick deeper into your tight throat. His thrusts came in a perfect rhythm with Sero's, and whenever you moved, you were getting impaled from either end.

Your limbs shook as you struggled to breathe with the cock in your mouth, and your pussy clenched around Hanta desperately. You felt tears stream down your cheeks as you sobbed for breath, enjoying every moment. You nearly squealed as Sero pressed a vibrator against your clit, and your vision fuzzed a bright white.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Hanta egged on, panting for oxygen. "C'mere Den, kiss me."

You whined loudly as you heard the two men kissing above you, and your stomach tightened and rolled around pleasantly. You gurgled on Denki's cock as you came, pussy pulsing with need and delight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kaminari moaned in tune with his thrusts, so close to the edge that you could practically taste his cum already.

"Oh shit, y/n. You're so— tigHT," Hanta groaned as he rutted against you one more time before you felt his warm cum fill your insides.

Right on cue, Denki hit his peak right after Sero, moaning about how good your mouth felt and how hot you were, "god, Hanta, she looks so fucking good like this."

Denki let out a choked whine as he finally let his orgasm take over his body, and he held your head in place as his semen ran down your throat. You choked it down before Kami pulled away, and you opened your mouth to reveal strings of saliva and cum.

"Holy fucking shit," Denki said, exasperated, "I feel like I'm not gonna go soft for a week."

"You alright, my love?" Hanta said softly as he let you fall onto your chest, ass still up.

"Hell yeah," you mumbled, your voice scratchy and sore from being face-fucked. You watched Kami stand awkwardly as Sero wiped you down with a warm cloth, taking care between your thighs.

"Denki, go get some water please," Hanta instructed as he rolled you over. "You did so good, baby. The best."

You hummed softly in response, already feeling your eyes flutter sleepily. Kaminari held out a straw to you, and you sucked down the cool substance thankfully.

"That was the best blowjob ever," Denki sighed happily, watching Hanta scoop out the cum from your cunt.

"It was your only blowjob, Kami," you mumbled teasingly, a soft smirk on your face.

You felt yourself drift into a calm state, and you could only hear the muffled voices of your boyfriend, and... your other boyfriend? You fell into a comforting, dreamless sleep, and you knew that Denki would make a great addition to your relationship.

#Kaminari Denki #kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari #denki kaminari smut #denki kaminari x sero hanta #denki kaminari x reader x sero hanta #Sero Hanta #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero #hanta sero x reader #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #anime

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noodlepai · 3 years

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(OKAY okay so I've come to provide more information on the AU, I'm still working on it a lot so things might change or be added but I got a basic idea of what things are like rn !!)

Info dump moment rn, also TW for slight trauma mentions/hints

• Sam had managed to save the Wii from melting itself all those years ago, and is a pretty big person on tech, so she likes to experiment and try new things, and actively tries to help Eteled out or transfer him through devices so he isn't just stuck in one place all the time, with lots of trial and tons of error, especially since she knows the Wii's getting old and that it can be unstable occasionally with glitches

• Kyle has also taken a liking to learning more about technology through Sam's influence so he sometimes comes over and they both will just study and brainstorm ideas

• Sam moved out of her home and now lives in her own apartment, is in college to pursue her dream of working around and creating technology, hasn't really considered making a job out of it since she mostly does it for fun and likes to achieve her dream goals, Nathan and Kyle also occasionally visit to just hang out and do whatever, usually resulting in the three staying up very late into a movie or game night, and Eteled having to talk Sam into getting sleep for the next morning

• Even though Sam is big on all tech, consoles and video games, she still has a soft spot for old generation consoles in particular

• Sam, Nathan and Kyle had all gotten pretty close growing up so they're like a dumbass trio /lh

• Will moved out of state or some shit

• Kyle wakes up from his villain arc and makes a truce with Eteled /J.. FR though Kyle softens up and becomes more understanding of Eteled's side after they start talking it out, while what happened did bother him at the time all those years ago, he just kinda grew up to the point where it didn't have such of an effect on him anymore, I mean all he saw was a Mii get slice and diced, no need to go beast mode over it, so they forgive each other of the past

• Kyle and Nathan are besties to homosexuals, homie love

• Sam made a Mii of herself from when she was younger to keep Eteled company when going out or having to attend school, Eteled appreciated it but wouldn't wanna admit how it wasn't the same and about how much he would miss Sam when she had to get off the Wii

• Gives Eteled abandonment issues because I love being evil

• He's actually clingy on the inside but would never admit it to anyone

• Also views Sam as a sort of daughter figure besides just a friend but is too nervous to mention it, he wants Sam to be safe, loves whenever she talks or rants to him about anything or shows him something she made or is proud of, or even just anything at all, father Eteled is proud of his child/bestie

• He like, genuinely feels loved around her and would definitely cry about it but would never show it, or at least try not to

• Eteled has the favorite Mii pants because Sam put them on him, with quote "I think it's about time my best friend gets to rock a new style", and yes it did make him almost cry on the spot

• Austin is like, mentally conflicted as hell

• Austin and Eteled both feel guilty for what they've done to each other over the years, aren't sure they can or are ready to forgive the other but they're very slowly learning to tolerate each other

• They're like enemies to kinda friends in a way

• They're traumatized mfs

• They still sometimes fight but it's usually just yelling or saying shit now, they don't do the chair, deletion or axe really anymore since they at least got to the point where they respect each other's boundaries and triggers, and there's no point to keep doing the same old for over 10+ years, for the most part, they still slip up sometimes

• They do fuck up though occasionally so that's why Eteled has scars and Austin is a bit more bashed up

• They still have a rooted dislike for each other they're trying to get over but they sometimes chill out or talk, usually when Sam is asleep or off the Wii for a while, the two just will maybe visit or sit around to at least try to understand the other better

• Sam knows Austin is still around, and it took a while but with time she grew to accept him when he didn't seem like a big threat anymore, and that he was just as important of a soul as Eteled was, she still didn't like the fights and didn't know the full story

• She'd probably section them away from the other with a child gate if she could

• Austin of course has an ego and would never tell another soul that he has many nightmares of the server room and about what happens if he gets caught off guard or is sleeping when Eteled decides to attack him again, Eteled wouldn't do that, and Austin knows it but it's just the deep rooted fear he can't get rid of, even though he's much taller and technically more powerful than the smaller Mii

• Eteled is just tired, usually just sleeps in the Mii channel, especially when under stress or tires himself out if he's going through a moment, like triggered memories or emotions

• From all the deleting and the chair, and more crap from his early life, Eteled is just terrified of it all so even the idea of them scares the fuck out of him, so as a natural response he just tries to defend himself with his axe even if he would be shaking like a chicken, he really tries not to pull it out but he can't always stop himself

• The axe itself would probably also bother Austin a bit, but he would still try to cautiously calm Eteled down since he knows he's just afraid, so afterwards they'd probably have to awkwardly apologize for what the fuck happened at that very moment

• Sam sometimes offers them both to play a game together with her, or plans on playing with Eteled and invites Austin along, as a way to make them bond, they do end up having some fun though

• Eteled has seen and/or been around or within newer Nintendo consoles, but personally prefers being in the Wii since he's used to it the most, and it's the most comfortable and homey to him

• Oh yeah, if Austin or Eteled is having an episode or is deeply upset then the other will try to help sometimes if it's really bad, Austin tries to hide it more but it doesn't always work, yeah they have reasonable reasons to not like the other, but they aren't complete assholes

• They both got trauma memories and aren't gonna just watch the other suffer through it

• Austin may or may not have taken in what Eteled had said all that time ago about "Learning to move past the past", even though that technically makes Eteled a hypocrite when he's constantly beating himself up about shit mentally, even after years, they are both doing it tbh

• Also Kyle doesn't know about Austin 100% but is curious to know his story and who he is and used to be, and how he got in the Wii, especially after the passing of his family member of the same name, little does he know..

• Sam also doesn't know about any of it, neither Sam or Kyle know of what happened or Austin's story, Austin being in a tight spot since he doesn't wanna reveal his identity yet, knowing the possible reaction, for Eteled's sake, Sam's and especially Kyle's, and Eteled being absolutely fucking terrified since the fear of losing someone like Sam could become real, and the small but growing friendship he was slowly making with Kyle could go right back to hatred and wanting the small Mii deleted, not including the fact that he still eats at himself for his past actions so it being brought back up again would be a ✨mess✨

• Austin doesn't know if he forgives Eteled or not, but wants to try to move past it and not be reminded in any way

• Nathan is still a little lowkey scared of Eteled ngl, doesn't wanna upset him or anything and Eteled can tell, he probably sighs to himself but he can't blame the guy

• Kyle has thought about making another Mii of himself on what is now long been Sam's Wii, now that he's older and him and Eteled are rather chill, but decided against it since he wasn't sure, not because he didn't trust Eteled, but because he figured it could potentially remind the Mii of the past, so whenever he plays on it he just uses Eteled

(That's all I can really recall on the top of my head for now, whenever I remember more or add on things I'll probably make a new post about it)

#eteled #henry #corrupted mii #austin #sam #kyle #nathan #will #wdy #wii deleted you #au #still not sure what i want to do with the considered bully characters #if i decide to add them #or what i would do with the parental figures #still a lot to think about and work on but yeah #i dont mind ideas or possible suggestions for some characters #im just vibing with my au and having fun #*does a little dance*

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hqcult · 3 years

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend.

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all.

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his.

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing.

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer.

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast.

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink.

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you.

which reminds him…

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks.

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?"

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath.

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer.

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made.

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts.

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses.

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago.

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges.

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso.

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you.

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always.

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?"

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy."

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back.

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down.

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now.

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air.

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

"please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock.

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty."

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy."

"yes, momm — ugh."

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out.

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute.

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses.

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?"

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk.

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars.

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit.

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight.

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything.

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs.

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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smolfailure · 3 years

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FUCK IT, DREAM SMP HOMESTUCK AU

but it's only half shitposts and there are actual Thoughts in there.

You don't need to have read the comic to understand because I tried not to spoil anything major, but it'd help if you knew basic stuff about classpects, SBURB and the hemospectrum.

disclaimer: i'm not a good pixel artist and this is my first actual sprites ever so please be kind to my weird pixels

The Kids:

Tommy

Fundy

Techno

Tubbo

tommy, tubbo and fundy one of the kids because they're the kids in dream smp canon (with fundy being son of wilbur)

techno's there because i want to make a dave strider reference (haha get it because techno's name is also da-- *gets shot) and also because they are both coolguys except instead of using irony, techno has adhd

The Trolls:

Wilbur Soohte (fuschia)

?????? Ehrret (violet)

J????? Shlatt (purple)

Nihacu Niikki (indigo)

Skeppy Diamon (cerulean)

Quacki Tthiey (teal)

Philza Myncra (jade)

Dreame Wastkn (lime disguising as olive)

George Notfou (gold)

Sapphe Nahfpe (bronze)

Badboy Haelow (burgundy)

don't come at me saying only females are allowed to be jades and fuschias; gender is fake and this is an au

more of the AU and the talksprites are under the cut:

Tommy

Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Red

chaotic. the first person to be introduced.

when he gets introduced instead of the “Zoosmell Pooplord” bit, Tommy is initially going to be the name inputted but then backspaced it and decided that Tommyinnit was better and he was fuming until he’s named Tommy.

Gives me big Blood/Hope vibes. Blood because a lot of the conflict of the dream smp connected to someone breaking his trust or harming the things he cares about, Hope because a lot of the plot of the dream smp stems from Tommy starting shit based on his ideals and what he thinks is right.

the first to instigate fighting against the trolls

bbh contacts him once and tommy keeps cursing until he disconnects from frustration rip

wields Gunkind and his only strife weapon at the beginning is the Vlog gun. He has Gunkind as his strife specibus mainly because he looked up at schlatt and he imitates him.

Fundy

Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Orange

it was his idea to play SBURB but only through Dream.

he talks to dream the most among the other trolls fwt stans getcha juice this is the rosemary of the session

dream’s the one giving him exposition about the game so that’s how he knows how to play SBURB.

wilbur trolls fundy once and instantly adopts him.

“You’re my son.” “How does that even work??” “I was one of the people who created your universe. It’s basically the same thing.”

Fundy relents anyway.

Techno

Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Pink

dave strider but dead-inside voice + rose lalonde english major vibes

he slices the text box when you try to name him "Dave " like in

techno gives me time player vibes (contantly on the move. his skyblock series, his “stays in the pit” monologue,) but also rage vibes (anarchy, the “theseus” monologue, political alignment is Chaos) alas i am not sure what class

uses Tridentkind and claims "it came from god"

it was dream, he accidentally transportalized one of wilbur’s weapon while he testing the transportalizer.

Tubbo

Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Green

the jade harley of this session. the only thing keeping them from going apeshit. where would they be without him.

but also jade harley in a sense that he seems nice and wholesome but also don’t fuck with them they can mess you up

Heart/Life vibes??? someone good at classpecting help

i put them in prospit bc of the "tubbo third eye" instead of tubbo having a sixth sense or smth, they see the future from the clouds of skaia when they sleep

wields Stress-relieverKind at some point

bonus: everyone’s actual hair colors

Ideas about the Trolls

no i haven’t done their sprites yet bc it would take so much time and i’m not even sure if people wanna see more of this au skjdkdsakdfkl,, but i have Design Ideas.

events of the dsmp revolution are just a FLARP session drawing parallels to how the homestuck trolls had a FLARP session that spoiler alert: destroyed friendships. dtrio, eret, will are involved. eret betrays will's faction and wilbur's still Bitter over that.

on the context of alternia (highbloods and lowbloods) lmanburg and dreamsmp have their roles SWAPPED. the emancipation theme thing is completely gone since highbloods are in more power than the lowbloods (the dream team) .

wilbur made a faction called l’manburg because he wants a place where he and his fellow highbloods could make drugs vibe.they take a piece of land that was owned by the dream team. in normal circumstances, they shouldve stood down because lowbloods aren't supposed to start shit with highbloods (especially a group of highbloods that has the alternian heir among them) but dream turned it into an activism thing about lowblood rights. the story plays as close as possible without tommy or tubbo in it (which is pretty hard ik but this is the best can do).

like in the dreamsmp revolution, dream kinda let wilbur do what he wants but this time he has more reason to because he’s in a lower caste. dream really only fought back when wilbur announced that he’d be building lmanburg on their land and calling it theirs.

eret betrays wilbur by supporting the lowbloods and wilbur and co. technically won but only because he finally called the drones in, as a reference to how lmanburg absolutely got crushed by the dream team in the smp but technically won. l’manburg keeps the piece of land and the dream team scatter away to find a new home.

wilbur soot's a fuschia because a) he's in a position that has a lot of power, b) yknow how he wrote a song about squids and his thing with sally… yeah.

eret's a violet because nobility!! dream looks down on him because he's ambivalent on fighting for lowblood rights when he's in a power to do so "you just sit there, and you look pretty that's it"

also like eridan he has a minor aesthetic mutation (herobrine eyes) that won't classify him as a mutant.

jschlatt is purple because it makes sense thematically because of the gamzee parallels (a. substance abuse b. if you know what happens in act 6, you know this already but spoiler alert, he ruins the main protagonists' lives) also he's a funnyman he deserves the clown caste

quackity's a teal because he’s a law student. moving on--

ok but for real it also makes sense thematically because he's the one who wrote the thing that tricked schlatt into agreeing also he gets manipulated by schlatt which also draws parallels to certain events in the comic

skeppy and bbh are BEST FRIENDS despite being highblood and lowblood respectively. initially, skeppy just wanted to bother bbh but they grew to be good friends in time. y’know like how they actually becane friends :D

philza minecraft is a jade because dad friend. also works thematically, because spoiler alert he gets to murder a seadweller for going batshit crazy.

he also god tiers early. he dies fighting his quick undead denizen (haha baby zombie) but the consorts of his land carry him to his quest bed because he’s treated them all so well.

dream was initially going to be another caste but then i realized that means i have to make his hoodie something other than green which is unacceptable so its a good thing the fact that he's a lime works out

dream was the one who thought of playing sgrub in the first place- initially only planned to have gogy, sap, and bbh in the session but then realized that they four won't be enough so he invited more into his session

he’s also the first to go godtier ez clap blind speedrun not sure what classpect tho

the only reason why dream avoided being culled at birth for being a limeblood is because his rng is That Good. he quickly picked up the fact that he’s not supposed to exist and masqueraded as an oliveblood and kept mostly to himself to avoid suspicion.

george is still colorblind but he has lazer eyes along with it instead. dream lives with him in the same hive since being a mutant means dream doesn’t get a lusus of his own (dnf fans getcha juice “and they were roommates”)

despite living in the same hive, he never really figures out that dream is a limeblood. possibly because a) he’s colorblind and when he sees dream bleeding he just sees yellow b) he’s just that fucking oblivious and it’s so valid of him.

sapnap’s a bronzeblood mainly because i know he’s the instigator of the pet war with tommy also because i associate him with the color orang in my mind so bronze it is

that’s the end of this long-ass post!! if you have other ideas PLEASE i want to hear them. i don’t know the other streamers i mentioned in here very well so if you have ideas that would be fitting to them like with classpect or lunar sway that would be GREAT.

the only thing i’m confident about in here are the kids’ lunar sways. i’m not an expert in classpects and homestuck lore so there’s that too!! i just wanted to make this post because adhd means that the idea wouldn’t shut up until i finished it. This initially started as a single shitpost edit of tommyinnit talksprite but then the hiveswap 2 trailer came out and that means i have to combine my two hyperfixations.

also i have ideas about potential quadrants but idk how much of that is breaking some streamers’ boundaries about shipping (even the non romantic quads such as kismesistude, morallegiance and auspisticism) so i decided not to include it.

edit: apparently people want more so i made a discord server as a place to brainstorm!! please pm me to join!

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alecxaheart · 3 years

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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smallcrystals · 3 years

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analysing timber spruce time

i don't know if this was intentional or not but i wanna talk about it

so here we have the description of timber's cameo in this short:

i don't think timber is "slightly cowardly" by nature. lemme elaborate.

so, remember what timber did when gloriosa trapping the students?

he runs, grabs his axe and tries to get the students out.

he isn't depicted as cowardly here, in a very serious situation.

keep in mind that timber doesn't have a fucking clue as to what is going on.

his sister apparently found these geodes that can do magic(????) and she's been using them to make this the chs students' best week at camp ever before filthy rich can come and take their land that belongs to the both of them. then, under her increasing stress, she goes and gets the last two geodes that transform her into, essentially, gaea everfree.

but he still goes to help the campers. that's not cowardly. that's not a timber spruce trait we see in legend of everfree. sure, unsolved selfie mysteries can be just showing more insight to his character but why is it that he gets scared at a potential sea monster when he's literally been through this? when he's seen his sister turn into a demon?

trauma.

trauma can lead people to react to even the smallest of things that remind them of what happened before. demon gloriosa vs. "sea monster". timber screaming and hiding behind twilight – and if you focus on him through that part of the short, the boy closes his eyes and shakes – can be seen as a response to what happened at camp everfree.

sci twi has powers and timber knows this, he's literally seen it. she can save people. timber can't do anything. he has tried to before but that led him to being trapped by his own sister. no way is his traumatised mind letting him help again in magic situations when that happened to him. that's probably why he hid behind twilight.

what happens in screenshot 2 isn't uncommon either and it actually fits timber's character. timber has never told anyone "when i was 10 i wanted to sell the camp to go live in the city". it doesn't seem like he's entirely open abt things that make him slightly vulnerable or stuff that's personal to him. trauma is not even "slightly", it is vulnerable state, it is personal.

timber whistling, blushing and looking away could be him trying to sweep his response under the rug and move the attention off himself. the "oh shit how did i let that slip, quick, act normal". that makes sense. maybe timber even did that to be funny, because he does that. try to be funny. perhaps he does it to hide whatever is going on inside his head.

and you know, people do exactly what timber did. there are times where people see stuff that reminds them of their trauma and they respond suddenly, then, if they don't want to talk abt it, they don't. they change the subject, they brush it off.

twilight's reaction is kinda interesting to me. it does make me a little uncomfortable after realising this could have been a trauma response from timber but this could also suggest more abt the point i previously mentioned. twilight may not know what timber's going through. because if she did, she of all people would know how it feels and wouldn't have reacted like that to him. so maybe she doesn't know, maybe timber hasn't told her. that leads us back to my last point that timber doesn't like being vulnerable.

there can be many reasons as to why that's the case. i like to think it's because he's had to grow up fast. you know this point, i've brought it up many times.

he's the younger child. it's common for them to be a lot more vulnerable when it comes to family matters, especially if they're a teenager. but due to his parents' death, he might have thought him being vulnerable and having raw moments of sadness/grief/etc is not going to help gloriosa. growing up fast goes against what should happen, it speeds up a process that shouldn't be sped up. maturity is different for everyone and forcing it isn't good. if sped up, you can get reprocussions or side effects. this might be it.

but yeah, i'm definitely convinced timber's response here was not one out of natural cowardice but bc of his trauma. it makes sense why he would be scared, even if it turns out not to be anything scary. he's young and had to take in a lot of stuff at once, like magic existing and trying to figure out if it's bad or not, and then the climax of LoE.

i don't know, it's just something i noticed and i hope you guys can see what i mean!! it might be that i went way too far into his character but i won't turn down the possibilities. i am a writer, after all.

(people should also stop making fun of him for it, self explanatory. but that is a rant for another day lol.)

anyways, i love timber and want to give him the biggest hug :(

#timber spruce #rasa speaks #equestria girls #eqg #character analysis #sci twi #timbertwi #legend of everfree #unsolved selfie mysteries #i realised this and thought dumped at 11pm and THEN lost that draft so i redid it and cleaned up shit at 12:30am #have fun with this lol

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