#damn me for being petty about it all yet at the same time giving up my right to be. damn you for letting me do this. i miss you.

[wyvernwinding]

i miss you like an ache

#we are in fact redactedposting tonight.. #damn me for being petty about it all yet at the same time giving up my right to be. damn you for letting me do this. i miss you. #mufie.txt #vent

[livelaughlovesubs]

Pitiful thing

Dom!reader x sub!Raphael (reader is gender neutral)

Part two!

!Warning! dark content (this is going to be disgusting), a bit gore (ripping wings!), sadistic reader, spit, vomit, dacryphilia, beating, biting, stepping, stomping, kicking, piercing (Rara is getting rid of an old one), anal play, sounding, slapping, use of sex toys, blood

Word count: 7.3k (my longest one yet)

Nini!rant: repost until it shows up in the tag…!

The accident which occurred during Christmas was long forgotten. For you it was a brief interaction, a short encounter and a meeting never meant to happen. It didn’t matter what happened to him, to that angel, because in the end what they did to you were worse. Maybe it wasn’t justified and you were being petty, since that angel in particular hasn’t done anything yet, but do you regret it? No. It was fun.

On the other hand, it left the other party pretty impressed, as if the event left a brand on him. That angel thought something was established between you two. A special treatment only he got, as if he became a higher being. It’s not that he caught feelings for you, it was for the act you did to him. Even though it’s a curse in disguise, since he is the sun that got attracted to the night.

Not even a month later that man came down to hell again, landing at the same spot as last time, searching for a certain someone. Just like playing catch, about him looking for that vivid dream he lived down here. How ironic, once was enough to get him hooked and addicted.

And destiny was playing a prank on you, unexpectedly bringing you two together again. Because as fate planned, you crossed that path on that specific day too. A huge dust cloud was spreading in front of you, hindering your sight. It took a while to make out the familiar shadow between the mist. You squint your eyes, no way he was back here again. However you weren’t displeased. Why should you get upset about something insignificant like this anyway.

“Someone out for revenge?” You remarked and leaned against one of the food stalls. The familiar figure turned around to face you, his bright blond hair appearing from behind the mist. “No, rather, I’m here to thank you.” He said, slowly his entire figure emerged from the dust. “That’s surprising, why so?” His words caught your attention, you didn’t expect it from him, an angel. “You helped me become a higher being, I guess it is curtesy that I show you my gratitude. So, I’ll give you permission to touch me.” Raphael said with a smug face. It’s unnecessary to mention that you were hella confused, what did he eat this time?

The angel also seemed a little confused now and added, “…shouldn’t you be grateful and happy?” Ah. So that’s what was going on in his head. “Hah, haha.” You giggled, and continued with, “become a higher being? Really? You angels are more arrogant than I thought.” Raphael didn’t let it get to him, all he did was muttering under his breath, “right, a human couldn’t possibly understand something as complex as this. Fine, I don’t care.” That’s what he said, but he did sound a little disappointed.

“Right… hey Raphael, just tell me if you want to fuck. I liked how you cried.” You were now the one with a smug face. Suddenly he grabbed your shoulder and shouted, “Don’t forget your place, you are just an insignificant creature, we angels are the only ones loved by god.” The grip was tight, it almost started to hurt, but you couldn’t stand how he tried to intimidate you, so you replied, “oh yea? And who is named gods only mistake?” That wasn’t smart, he had all reasons to kill you after all. But hopefully he won’t, after all you are the one that got him ‘closer’ to god. You are the only hint those annoying things have.

The Blondie seemed to struggle with making a decision, before giving up. “Damn it.” He sighed and pushed you away. “Woa, how friendly of you. Now I’m definitely not going to help you become a greater being.” “And what if I threaten to kill you?” “You can’t because you’ll still need me.” This wasn’t going anywhere, it’d be better to just separate. Right now all you two were doing was fighting like children.

“So what do I have to do to get you to help?” Raphael crossed his arms and acted coldly, still having that overly confident aura surrounding him. His halo with the little sun was also shining slightly, how it irked you. All angels were the same, overly confident, arrogant and a pain in the ass. Then something clicked in your head, even if their personalities are shitty, you were still able to have fun. “… actually, nothing, just don’t resist.” “What?” You didn’t explain yourself, instead walked closer to him, resulting in him backing up some steps too. “What are you-” “I told you not to resist.” Your hand reached out to him, holding him by his waist. “Ugh..!” He tensed up, you could tell he was hesitating on what to do, still looking for the best solution. But you ignored it, why should you care about his comfort anyway, he came to ask you to touch him after all.

The hand, which was on his hips moved to his back and groped his ass, while your other one started to cup his bulge. He pushed you away again, “You! How dare you do something like that!” “You said I got permission to do it.” “And? That’s why you aren’t going to warn me?” You rolled your eyes and turned around, about to go back to your home in hell. “If you don’t want to do it I won’t. I’ll be on my way now, what a waste of time.” “Wait!” He yelled again, with a half angry and half desperate tone. “I’ll do it, just- not here.” “Pff, everyone saw your body on Christmas anyway.” “Still, ugh, why are you so stubborn?!” “I’m leaving~” “alright alright!” Raphael hurriedly raised his shirt, biting the end of it to keep it raised, showing off his piercings. The two crosses on his chest waved, practically inviting you to touch them. A small smirk escaped you, “hah, so you can be a good boy after all.”

A few moments later you were touching him all over. He stood and kept his arms behind his back while you gave him a sloppy handjob. Hands wrapped around his shaft, pressing down slightly when reaching the tip and repeating the movements. Every time you did that he flinched, his shoulders jerked upwards and his piercings clanked against his skin. All those accessories on his body were cute, he was the definition of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. Not to mention his moans were adorable too, and how he blushed like a maiden fresh in love. Did he get more sensitive during that time span? At least that cock cage he once had was gone, guess he didn’t get a new one. “Hey, get on your knees.” “Hmmm?!?” He sounded like he was protesting, but you can’t hear so it doesn’t matter. In the end, he did just as you said, why would he go though the extra trouble to be a brat only to follow your comment anyway. After he got on his knees, he soiled his clean white pants with dirt, his cheeks got a bit redder too. Because he kneeled down, you couldn’t reach his crotch anymore, so you placed your hand on his chest instead.

Fumbling with his pink nipples, tugging on them carefully. Rolling your finger over them and groping his pecs. It was embarrassing for Raphael, it didn’t hurt nor felt especially good, it was humiliating. Every single part of this was shameful and he truly didn’t know what he was doing here. Though somehow, he still found pleasure in the pain you gave him, it was scary how much he enjoyed it.

His saliva drooled down his chin, all the way down to his white sweater. A wet spot could be seen and it kept getting bigger. His bangs were also sticking to his forehead due to the sweat covering his body, and not to mention how much he trembled. It was cute, you wanted more. You pulled at his piercings, enough for it to hurt slightly, watching as his buds stretched forwards. “Mhm-mmM!” The angel groaned, face blushing furiously while he clenched his teeth. Eyebrows furrowed and expression twisted into one of shame. If you didn’t know better you would have thought he was going to kill you any moment.

“I’m done, get up.” Just as how abrupt you started this play, you ended it too. That was so sudden, he couldn’t even process the information before your hands left his body. He let his shirt fall down and asked, “what? But…” then he bit his bottom lip, followed by standing up on his wobbly legs, unwillingly getting up from his spot. “fine, ugh..” the man in front of you looked like a mess, seriously, he couldn’t even stand without shaking. “You did pretty well, come back another time.” “..?? Why’s that?” “Don’t follow me.” You turned around and left, ignoring him as well as his questions. “Hey, hey! Come back- you, ugh, damn it!” That man’s frustrated screams were the last thing you heard.

Some time has passed since your second meeting with him. To be honest, you were surprised he actually listened to you and didn’t follow you. Nevertheless, that didn’t change much about your perception of him. You weren’t sure yourself why you left like that, however you were sure on one thing, it was a good decision to leave that day. He will come to you by himself sooner or later, and if destiny is still in your favour, everything will go just as you anticipated.

Today you were chilling outside a hotel. It feels nice being alone for a bit, or rather, not being in the presence of any clingy devils. You didn’t necessarily hate them, but you didn’t have hard feelings towards them neither. At first you thought it wouldn’t bother you that they all subconsciously thought you were Solomon, but it did start getting on your nerves. Also how they didn’t even want to accept the fact that you were someone else, not trying at all to adjust. They were also rather… controlling. It was hard enough to sneak out without Satan or sitri noticing.

Raphael didn’t have such a peaceful time like you, he was frustrated beyond repair. The first time you touched him he was at least able to finish, last time you left him with a raging boner. That must be the reason why he missed you so much, he wanted you to finish what you started. So when he finally found you, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately landed in the back alley of the hotel, quietly and carefully, as if one wrong move would cause you to run away.

You noticed him when he started to walk towards you, wondering when he got here. It’s the first time he didn’t make a mess as soon as he came down to hell. “You, you are free now aren’t you?” Raphael proclaimed, a stressed expression on his face. The past two weeks didn’t go well for him huh. “Yea, and?” “The thing you did last time, finish it.” You eyed him up and down, he could feel your sharp gaze on him, it made him almost uncomfortable. Once again he was making such a bold request. Oh well, you have some spare space in your schedule and playing with something else once in a while is healthy. “I’ll pretend I heard you say ‘please’, anyway, follow me.” “Where are you taking me?” “I thought you preferred doing it inside?” “I’m not a pervert like someone else after all.” How impolite he was, but you’ll excuse him for this once.

You greeted the reception as you got inside the hotel and walked straight to the elevator, Raphael followed you with hesitant steps before joining you. It was a bit awkward, especially for him since it’s an unfamiliar environment, you could see how he fumbled with his hand. Maybe he was wondering why none of the devils were suspicious of him, or if his presence really is that unnoticeable. It could have been something entirely unrelated too.

The two of you didn’t exchange a word while waiting, and it continued until both of you arrived at the vip room (a small advantage of being friendly with the kings) of the hotel. Afterwards you pulled out a room card and unlocked the door with a click sound, opening and entering it. “Close the door behind you.” You said, in case it wasn’t obvious enough. He did without much thought, and started looking around in the room. It was pretty and had a bathtub too, to be expected for vip. The bed was kingsized, it took up so much space but the room still looked huge.

You sat down on the bed, he stood in front of you. Then you commented, “you know, Raphael, you value yourself so much but how comes every time we meet it’s about intimacy? You are pretty desperate for an angel.” He didn’t show much of an expression, even so you could read his body language and saw his fist tightening. “It’s a bit ironic.” A small chuckle slipped from you after saying that, then you patted the space next to you, telling him to sit down. The angel obliged and walked over, when he got close enough you pulled him by the arm to force him to sit down.

Just like what happened a few days ago, you do what you want without any regards for him. Once he sat down, you pushed him again to make him lay flat on his back. He didn’t really resist since he knew he was stronger than you, and this time he wasn’t restricted by any weird powers. “Keep your hands above your head.” Another command, he debated silently whether he should keep playing obedient, but after seeing how you left last time… he really didn’t want to get worked up for nothing again. It’s always so thrilling and surprising when with you, because you do what you want and never tell him your plans. Though sometimes he thinks it’s better he doesn’t know.

Now that his arms were hold above him, you tied them together. Despite the fact that he has been good until now, you can never be sure about the future. “Hey, why are you tying me up again?” Raphael asked. “I didn’t tie you up during Christmas,” You clarified. “You know what I mean.” “I feel more comfortable like this, don’t want to?” Your eyes stared into his coldly, showing that you ain’t up for games. He wanted to protest further, however the thought of you leaving him like that was something he couldn’t make peace with. Not after all the efforts he went through to find you. He went quiet again until you were done binding him.

Next thing you did was pulling out the rather familiar ball gag, about to install it onto him again. The angel widened his eyes, were you planning to recreate the past with all those equipments or what? Did you pity the fact you couldn’t do more? When you brought the gag closer to his face, he reluctantly opened his mouth, letting you bind the straps around his head. After gaging him successfully, you pulled out a cutter knife, bringing it to his neck. His pupils shrunk, he glared at you menacingly. You dragged the knife along his neck, taking note of how his breath got more and more shallow with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Yea, so reassuring, he feels so safe.

You grabbed his collar and pointed the sharp edge towards his shirt, afterwards you cut into his sweater. The knife was sharp enough to cut through the fairly thick fabric pretty easily. From the top to the bottom, until you split his clothes in two. He hold his breath the entire time, which was weird since normally he didn’t fear death nor wounds. A little blood was fine and he can take the pain, so why was he so nervous? It must be because of how stoic you were. You looked so chill and serious while you tore his clothes, keeping your attention on him and no one else. It’s the first time someone was focused on him like this, it was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t dislike it.

But you were thinking about how naive and cute he was, all you did was look at him for a few seconds and now his heart was pounding like crazy. It was way too easy to wrap him around your finger. Angels truly are useless and pitiful things. After you finished cutting through his clothes, you put the knife away. You only cut it in the middle, so that they were hanging from his shoulder like jackets. Since they were cut now, it revealed his bare torso. This is the third time that you’ve seen him in such a state. Those accessories he wore didn’t change one bit, still sparkling on their own. At this rate you were going to mesmerise every single one of them. Two vertical nipple piercings, two just below his chest, two on his navel which were connected by a chain, three belly button piercings and three rings a fairly large distance under his armpits on each side. He also had more, like two on his hips or some on his arms, but you weren’t entirely sure about it. Nevertheless you liked his piercings for many reasons.

This time you were better prepared for his sudden visit, so you had a whole bag full of stuff you wanted to try with him. The first one of those toys was a sounding rod, the same one he seemingly loved during Christmas Eve. Your hand made its way downwards and started rubbing against his bulge, gently caressing it until he got hard. Out of reflex he clenched his thighs, causing you to force them open to kept touching him. Small sounds of pleasure could be heard from him as he whimpered under the gag. “Mhm..mhm!” Those were only low grunts, you could see how he tired to keep his composure as long as possible. Next you pulled his pants down, revealing his semi erect dick. He was so eager it made you want to laugh, you didn’t even touch him that much but he still got hard. It was pathetic.

You took the metal rod and pointed the tip towards his slit before slowly inserting it. It hurt so much while you did it, it was unbearably painful. He wanted to move and clench his legs together again but you didn’t allow him, instead you said, “spread them wider, or I might pierce something I should’t.” With such a warning, he had no choice but to open them, reluctantly allowing you to play with him some more. His legs were trembling again as you forced the entire rod inside his urethra, tears started to build in his eyes. That was a bodily reaction to the sting and pain, since the metal wasn’t even wet when you shoved it inside him. “Hmm.. hgnG..” he yelped a little and jerked his hips, trusting forward. There was no helping it, it was so painful… yet why was he so aroused now?

After using that, you reached for another one of your toys, an egg vibrator. You strapped it against his tip, but didn’t turn it on yet. It was still the preparation process. Which is why you put one of the egg vibrator inside a condom, then pulled that over a dildo. This time you did reach for the lube, out of your own comfort, since the things you want to do will be harder without it. Squeezing some of that liquid onto the makeshift dick and pointing the tip against his entrance. The Blondie was on the verge of clenching his thighs together again, it took all his willpower not to. He was fearful of your treatment, however also thrilled. It’s like he loves and hates it, but most importantly he wants you to keep your attention on him. Don’t leave like last time, please don’t leave him alone.

While you were teasing his hole, you glanced at his figure. What he did was unbelievably adorable. How he made himself smaller by rolling into a ball, so helpless and vulnerable it got you acting on your desires. You did cover that toy with lube, but you didn’t prepare him. Instead you pushed and used your strength to force your way in again. “MhmMHH!!” Another scream. “Don’t be so tense, Raphael, it will only hurt more.” You gave him some advice, even though you were sure he knew himself. His chest raised and sunk, his breathing unsteady and eyes unfocused. Those almost emotionless eyes were half lidded and hidden by his bangs. This pulled your attention towards his bandages, especially that eye patch. You were going to rip it from his face one day.

His hands clenched around the rope you used to tie him up, legs wide open like he was some cheap whore and single drops of tears rolling down his face. The halo, which hasn’t been doing much until now, suddenly started to shine as if it was trying to distract you. You didn’t really mind at first, but the more you pushed that toy inside him, the more that ring of pure light shone. When the dildo fully penetrated him, his halo, that divine Symbole, was already illuminating the entire room. No need to say it blinded and annoyed you, leading to you hesitantly reached out to that thing. You touched it with the tip of your finger to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, before gripping it with your whole palm and yanking it off him. That wasn’t exactly hard to do, which kind of surprised you. You had an angels halo in your hand now… and it was still shining, which is why you threw it away.

Raphael’s expression was one of shock. Of course it would be that, no one ever ripped his halo off and he didn’t neither. It didn’t hurt, though it did feel like something disappeared from him, and his body got lighter. Well, all you did was throw it into another corner, so he can probably just pick it up later…right? Somehow, he was starting to get an unwell feeling about this, he was skeptical. He wanted to tell you how he felt about what you did or were doing, despite his wants he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring it over himself to tell you no. Besides this is nothing, he can bear it, all he had to do was to focus on you and pleasing you, then you’ll also keep your gaze on him. An eye for an eye right?

Everything was done now, your preparations were complete. You turned the vibrators on, directly skipping to the middle level. The eggs started to move and were rubbing against him. Even though he expected it made his shoulders jerk and dick twitch, it was still so sudden. One was placed on his tip and another deep inside him. “Hu-hmm…mhm.” Raphael panted. How amazing it felt at first, but the sensations and blood rush was becoming too much for him to handle. All you did was observe him for a few moments, then giving the relentless toys assaulting him a helping hand. Trusting the dildo in and out of him, other hand tugging at his piercings, mouth kissing his neck and eventually biting down. “NGhHnn… m-mhm..!” He sobbed a little when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You bit hard enough to draw blood, and when you pulled back you were able to see the blood flowing down his shoulder to his collarbones and chest. The red fluid was giving a nice contrast to his smooth and pale skin, as if you were drawing on a white canvas. This was starting to stir something within you, out of impulse you used your finger to wipe the blood, then licking it clean with your tongue.

You bit him again and again, the area around his nipples, his other shoulder, his torso or abdomen. When you were done leaving bite or smooch marks on his upper body, you started kissing every of his wounds. Like his piercings or the ones you left on him. The vibe changed drastically, it felt soft and gentle in contrast to what you were doing earlier, making his heart pound faster. “Hmm…” a low content groan left him. What you did felt like it was forbidden to him, it felt like something two lovers would do. How he yearned for that, for any kind of love and touch this depraved man could get. At the same time he was so ashamed of his actions, how could- dare he enjoy the touch of someone who isn’t god? How could he even think about being in a relationship with anyone but god?

The vibrations were adding up with each other, especially the one on his tip. It was starting to hurt because of how sensitive he was. “Uhh..hu-ugh..” Once again he repressed his own feelings in order to keep you here with him. This however resulted in some squirming and trashing around to balance the pain. He rolled from one side to the other, irritating you a little. “Raphael, hold still.” You commanded, but he couldn’t listen, it’s like his body doesn’t want to follow him anymore. “MhHmm..! HmMm..” “Raphael.” You repeated his name, nothing happened. A silent minute passed, with his whines being the only thing that filled the room. Why was he acting up suddenly? Even though you tried to calm him down, he continued kicking around like he was riding the bike. Then you slapped him.

A loud sound erupted in the mists of complete silence, his face turned to the left side and an imprint of your hand started to show on his cheeks. “Uhh..!” He could still feel the sting of the moment you hit him, the aftermath also lingering for a few extra seconds. Eyes widened once again, a speechless expression featured on his face as he glanced at you. Another slap, this time his face turned to the right side. You haven’t uttered a single word yet, but you let out a deep breath. A few moments of silence again, now his eyes were completely hidden by his bangs, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at. What a coward, hiding his gaze like that, it was staring to get on your wrong side.

You punched his stomach, making the angel gag. It didn’t hurt that much, aside from the fact he felt like the food he ate was being forced out of him. For you though, it didn’t quench your anger, instead you were more annoyed now because the piercings he owned were in your way. You grabbed the chain and yanked on it hard, he yelled which was muffled by the gag again. “MhmmM!” You pulled on it again, now blood was dripping from where he pierced them. He moved his body, trying to escape before he froze on the spot. As if a hidden force was hindering him from just running away. And you tugged at it a third time, this time you managed to pull the entire chain off, running his piercing. “GaHHhh!! MHmMM!!” It hurt, it hurt so much and yet he still weren’t able to get on his feet. Was this some kind of trial god gave him?!?

A bit of his skin was stuck to the accessory, with that being said it got ripped off too. He was bleeding from his navel now, and that wasn’t exactly a small amount. It spilled down from all sides, turning his body and the bed red. “Uh-UhmM..!” A shudder ran down his spine at the sight of it, he was always covered in blood but never his own. His eye brows furrowed and pupils quivered, a small blush spread across his face. This was new, and arousing to some degree. It made him forget about the pain completely.

You took a look at the chain and threw it away, it looked disgusting all covered in blood and skin pieces. Also since the bed was red now you didn’t want to sit on it, instead standing up and stepping on his belly. “Huh, you are bleeding a lot more than I thought. It’s my first time I hurt someone to this degree.” Were you truly human? You said it’s your first time, but you looked so used to seeing blood, you didn’t even get nauseous from the look of it. He didn’t know what to do, all that happened was a deep blush forming on his cheeks, tears flowing down his face and blood storming through his new wounds.

You used more force to step on him, digging your shoe into his skin. The dirt which collected itself under your soles were now smeared onto his once beautiful skin. The imprint of your shoe looked nice on his helpless figure, just like the other marks you left on him. Then you started to raise your foot and stomp on him, enough for him to get the urge to vomit. “Ugh- ga-hghn…!” But the gag is in the way, if this continues he will just chock on his own vomit. He clenched his eyes, focusing on forcing it down. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed, you didn’t give him permission to close his eyes now did you? This led to you kicking the side of his head fairly gently, before stepping on his cheek. “Don’t pass out, I’m not done yet. The fun just began.” You smirked at him while you said that. A unsettling one at that, you could basically see the bad intention in it. Your expression just screamed ‘sadist’.

Finally you took the ball gag off him, he gasped and panted loudly. It didn’t take long for him to start chocking again due to you stomping on his stomach repeatedly. More tears spilled from him, his body wasn’t reacting well to your treatment. Why, was it because you were a human? He yanked on his binds, wanted to use his hand to cover his mouth. It was of no use, he was worn out now after such a long session. He couldn’t hold it back anymore and threw up all over himself. His entire figure was pulsating, lips quivering as he sobbed, then another round. This time it wasn’t just vomit but also blood. “Ah- urghh.. gahhh..” This was a huge burden on his body, making him nauseous and dizzy.

Your heart was beating fast, you wondered if sitri has located you yet with such a loud heartbeat. His pathetic face and posture was surprisingly beautiful, it felt so good watching him crumble underneath your feet. Rendering him powerless and dependent on your mercy felt great… how good would it feel if this was Gabriel instead who was suffering? The one responsible for your misery, to see him completely destroyed just like this. It sounded too delicious, so good you couldn’t keep a clear head anymore. You couldn’t help yourself! It’s his fault that he is an angel, it’s his fault he is of the same breed as Gabriel! You kicked him and kicked him again, bruising his body all while smiling with a content face. Swellings and dark spots were forming on that once flawless body. The more your view got blurred by red, the more you couldn’t separate him from your hatred. Oh well, you never claimed you were innocent anyway.

The beatings continued for some minutes, paired with random insults you wanted to throw at Gabriel. Looks like your anger got to your head. “Fucking whore, you think you are so much better than everyone else? You damn disgrace to your own race. God disappeared because of useless insects like you..!” Another kick, then you stomped on his chest, “fuck, I hate you Gabriel I hate you. It’s all your fault I’m like this, damn it.”

After calming down from your sudden outburst, you panted heavily. Now this was what you needed, a punching bag to vent your anger to. Your eyes fixated on him and only him, anything else didn’t matter anymore. Maybe you’ll get a complaint from the owner, but what are they gonna do, you were way more important than them.

Even though the ball gag wasn’t there anymore the angel beneath you didn’t scream a single time, the vibrators also weren’t turned off. All he did was gasp or whine while crying quietly. “Hic… hah..ha-haaa…” He didn’t cry due to the pain and torture, it was something else not even he understood. He smiled as he cried, watching you being so fixated on him you almost forgot to breath. His body looked like a war, or as if he tripped over paint with how many blue, purple or brown spots were spread on his skin. Not to mention all that red, even the tips of his once blond hair were dyed crimson now. The overwhelming smell of blood was filling your nostrils. Normally you weren’t a fan of that, however right now it didn’t bother you.

His wrists has bruises from the binds, his legs still twitched once in a while because of the toys and his stomach looked disturbing. As mentioned beforehand, bruises, bites and blood were present, also his vomit and cum made itself clear. There were other unidentified things mixed up in that toxic venom too, maybe some dirt and sweat. You didn’t care enough to try to figure it out though. It was damn disgusting how everything dripped down his body onto the mattress, and the smell was starting to get overwhelming. Not because of the blood but the other things. Nevertheless it felt good, knowing you’ll be the fall of him.

In the midst of this messy, unorganised situation, you hugged him. Currently unbothered by the fact that all the dirt and filth will get on your clothes too. You finally turned off the vibrators and took the toys out of him, an inaudible moan slipped from his lips as you did that. “Ah-..hng…” his wrists were bound together, but he was still able to move them, so he wrapped his arms around your neck. Raphael was holding onto you so tightly it was addictive. How would he react if you suddenly left like last time? Would he cry out in despair? Ah, that face must be really pretty…

He tried to hug you even tighter, probably using all his strength, despite that fact it felt like nothing. You really wore him out, enough for a seraphim to become this inexcusable disgrace. It must have been the stress building up inside you for the past few months, the stress of dealing with your harsh reality which led you to do such inhuman things to him. Who cares though, you were in hell already you can’t fall even deeper.

How he clung to you so desperately, how he whispered your name with that meek voice of his, it made you want to ruin him more. You cupped his cheeks, and pulled his eyepatch down. His hidden eye was a little bruised, maybe from a fight otherwise nothing special. How you wanted to pluck his eyeballs, they were so pretty after all. Raphael looked up at you with big eyes and shaky breath, as if he was expecting something. You kissed his forehead gently and slowly made your way over to his earlobes, now licking them with your tongue. The angel still had that pink blush covering his face as he enjoyed the first fluff moment he received since his creation, shuddering a tiny bit whenever you touched or caressed him. Then you whispered:

“you are so miserable it’s funny.” He didn’t have the strength to really answer you, so he just turned his head towards you. The confusion in his eyes were really noticeable. “Angels are so delusional and depraved, I have to hold back my laughter.” After saying that, you chuckled into his ear, “you’re such a crude and vulgar being, at this point I don’t even think you qualify as an angel. If there anything about you that says ‘graceful’ and ‘divine’? I think not judging by the state you are in.” You made sure to take little break between each sentence, so that he had time registering what you said. In the meantime you’d blow hot air against his ears. “Not even god wants you, you are a mistake, a flaw that shouldn’t exist.” He tensed up after hearing all that, shoulders now raised to his ears. You were clearly degrading him and making fun of him, so why was he so dazzled by your voice? As if you were hypnotising him, is there anything he could do in this situation?

“Don’t even try to hide it, you are unwanted. Isn’t it such an honour that I’m still willing to spend my precious time with you?” You said, still grinning from ear to ear. Then you used your fingers to force his eye open, whispering agin, “Hey, Raphael, you don’t deserve happiness. Please be unhappy a lot, so that I can be happy.”

“…what?” He seemed a bit confused, clearly finding it hard to come to terms with what you said. How could he anyway? He really didn’t want to believe your words, yet they sounded like a prayer, like a prophesy that was deciding over his fate. “You are all alone with no one to depend on. You are disposable and worthless. I’m the only one you have.” It felt like needled were poking at his heart, no, they were stabbing it. His head was empty, only the words you uttered were ringing in his ears. “Why don’t you come down to hell, heaven is too good for you. You don’t deserve that, just like how you don’t deserve your position.” Your voice was calm the entire time, though it somewhat drifted into being exited. Raphael thought about it and asked in a weak voice, “what is it you want me to do…?” “Your wings, I want them. Show me your wings.”

“…” silence. He didn’t hear anything. Then a beeping noise rang in his ears, unwilling to leave him alone. “Ah, ah.. ugh- ah, hah..haha…” he laughed. His body shook as he did. All he thought was, ‘god, what should I do?’ A wave of nausea washed over him, as if his brain was being cooked. “That’s sick, you know the wings are an angels pride? It’s a gift from our beloved god!” “Exactly, you don’t really deserve that now do you?” Ah… does he really have to answer that question? You knew the answer to it anyway. His heartbeat went faster, the urge to puke came back and he felt sick. He felt horrible, downright awful. It was becoming unbearable, that empty void he tried so hard to escape from, that he desperately tried to fill was eating him alive from the inside. He was so deep in thought so that saliva was running down his chin again, adding onto the turmoil.

You hugged him tighter, whispering in a low voice again, “poor thing, such a pitiful thing you are. It’s better to be at rock bottom than fighting for something you’ll never have. Even if god comes back he wouldn’t look at you, you are way too insignificant.” You caressed his cheeks again, showing him a comforting smile which hid your internal motives. “Shut up..” he trembled, “shut up, shut up, please, shut up… stop, stop it- please, stop, stop, stop it…!” He clawed at your shirt, making himself even smaller and curling into a ball.

It was too much. He doesn’t want this anymore. The best would be if he couldn’t feel and think, if he didn’t need to do anything. All he wanted now was to live comfortably, and the only comfort he could find was arching in pain by your hands, while being comforted by the same ones. You were filling that void inside him with poison, and he’d gladly eat every last drop.

Slowly he spread his wings, two pure white things appeared from his back and white feathers started flying around the room. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, something he was never done with anyone before. Hah, he has never even hugged anyone until now. You reached for his wings, rubbing the base and wrapping your hand around his wing bones, the other one was stroking his hair. How did Michael rip those off so easily? Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to make it pretty. While Raphael clung to you like his life depended on it, you brushed your fingertips over his soft feathers. They really are too good for him, maybe you’ll try and get a clean cut to gift them to andrealphus. He’d love them.

Suddenly something snapped, you could feel it due to the shift of strength. He bit down on your shoulder even more, enough to leave a mark on you too. The most of his voice got muffled by your shoulder. His on the other hand convulsed and trembled. Ah.. it hurts, it hurts.. but it’s worth it, it’s worth it, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Easier than expected.” You muttered under your breath. It was impossible to pull the entire wing and bones off, which is why you had to break the bones. Raphael was still clenching his teeth and bearing the pain while you started to work on the second one. At this point your hands were completely red, the feathers were also tainted red. More blood stormed out from the newly opened wound, it made everything even more chaotic and bloody than it already was. His shirt, which you cut open earlier, was also no longer white. He was covered in red from head to toes.

The second time went a bit better than the first, because now you had ‘experience’. It was fun. The sound of bone shattering and breaking, the feeling of flesh tearing from under your palms and seeing how much you could do with your own hands. A soft and gentle smile made itself apparent across your face. Raphael screamed in agony, crying, shaking and smiling as he did. He doesn’t even know why he is smiling. Has he finally lost his mind? It’s not a bad feeling, but it is confusing. Haha.

Now that you took everything from him he looked no different than a normal human. Or rather like a hurt animal depending on you. At the rate he was bleeding, he was going to bleed out, yet all you two did was hug each other for different reasons. Somehow both of you didn’t care, you only assured him with, ‘I’ll take you to lucifer’s hospital after this,’ as you kept fumbling with his now red hair. It’s the first time you ever got to enjoy yourself like this, you weren’t going to ever let him go now. Who knows, next time it might be Gabriel whose wings you are holding in your palms. After all, it’s not enough to just keep the bird in a cage, you need to break its wings and keep it shackled, only then it will truly belong to you.

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #whb #what in hell is bad #rara whb #whb raphael #sub raphael #sub whb

[respectthepetty]

I've written it plenty, but let me say it with my full chest after episode 10.

I DON'T LIKE MEW AND CHUEM.

They ain't shit. They suck. They are the worst. They are annoying.

Even the camera kept cutting Ray out probably to emphasize these two are basically the twins from The Shining.

This is not about the actors. This is fully about these horrible ass characters.

Mew refused to define his relationship with Top regulating Top back to the talking-phase, so when Top slept with Boston, they weren't actually dating. It's splitting hairs, I know. But I don't like Mew, so I'm being petty.

Then he acted like sex was some grand prize that Top had to prove worthy of.

Mew punched Ray in the club just so he could take his revenge on Top later.

He lit the papers on fire knowing that is Top's trauma.

Chuem and Mew are always such jerks to Ray then blamed Ray for Mew being a piece of shit after his breakup with Top.

He got Nick involved in his payback to Boston (like Boeing is doing to him, and I hope Boeing fucks everyone up!), only to get the sex tape and threaten Boston with it.

He told Top he'd give him another chance only to play games the same damn way he did before.

Oh, then Chuem!

She didn't care about Mew's boundaries regarding Top, and is super creepy about Top too.

She slut shames Boston all the time.

She is the only one keeping this project going, honestly, but she is quick to push her group members out the second she is unhappy.

She is the first to throw out that "friends don't treat friends this way" yet is the first one to throw verbal stones.

She lectured Ray as he was being arrested.

Chuem and Mew think they are superior to everyone else.

These might be 20-year old mistakes, but these characters still fucking suck.

I cannot stand them!

Let the sluts be sluts without all the damn judgement.

#only friends #only friends the series #a rant #because I hate Mew and Chuem #They are the worst! #what is their deal? #go touch some grass and chill out

[indouloureux]

hi! for a request, could u possibly do hurt/comfort w eddie x reader after a fight thank u!!!

isksnsks i love hurt/comfort thank you for requesting!!

there was the chaos in the storm.

the catastrophic thunder as he yells, the blinding flash of lightning that catapults to the ground when you stomp and shout, the pouring rain that leaves your cheeks dripping, the dark grey clouds that loom over eddie's umber eyes onto the brink of darkness; it's absolute chaos.

then there was the calm in the storm.

the gentle pitter pattering of raindrops as you sniffle, the light rumbling behind the puff or silver clouds as he takes deep breaths and runs his hands through his tangled hair, his eyes sinking when he settles them on your trembling frame, voice tired and aching.

it had gone on for hours — because of a drug deal that had gone longer than he promised, and because of a girl you both barely knew yet somehow, fifteen seconds was enough to leave you bridled with (abrupt, but rational) jealousy.

you gave him the cold shoulder on your way home—to his trailer. eddie wasn't reciprocating the flirting, you know that, but he'd done nothing to prevent it, even though you sat right next to him, watching him hand some pretty girl a bag of weed. hell, he didn't even give her a discount, yet you were still jealous.

and of course, eddie confronted you. went on about how you'd been weird and quiet and a bit rude to the girl. you kept on thinking that eddie had done the same thing when he was in your position and it had caused you to be somewhat petty.

and so hours later, after a screaming match that thankfully wayne hadn't heard but you were sure max did, you're sitting on his lumpy bed with tear stained cheeks and aching hands. eddie's eyes ache, chest prickles with the aftermath, and he looks at you with a look so guilty.

"you're being unreasonable, (y/n)," he'd used your name with an exasperated gesticulation. "do you always have to be like this with every girl i have a deal with? it's like i've got a fucking bodyguard just looming over me all the damn time!"

"oh, shit, well i'm fucking sorry if i got upset watching other girls flirt with my boyfriend who did absolutely nothing to stop it like i wasn't there. so yeah, maybe i am a bodyguard. i'm always behind you watching with a- a mad look and ready to pounce."

eddie's chest pounds when he hears you sigh deeply, staring into the space of his lumpy mattress. it squeaks loudly when you move over to the side and plant your feet on his floor, looking anywhere but his eyes that watch your every move.

"it's fucking- it's fucking suffocating! how you're always on my neck. always getting mad whenever i talk to other girls like, shit, maybe fucking piss on me to let them know."

your eyes water as you pick up your things — you wallet, alcohol, pack of cigarettes, and shove them in your pocket before you fully stand up, tugging at your cheek harshly to rid of the lathered tears.

"'m going home," you whisper, swallowing thickly. eddie looks outside the window first, sees the ashen clouds blend in with the white summer sky like a gradient.

"it's about to rain," he murmurs, slowly reaching out to you. "just— stay, (y/n)."

"i'm going home, eddie," you say firmly. "i'm gonna walk home. i'll see you tomorrow,"

the desperation in his eyes beg for you to stay but his mouth refuses to speak, to stop you. eddie's mouth parts, lets out a deep sigh of dismay when his eyebrows raise and join together in the middle as his hand hovers over your crossed arms, which you dodge as you begin to walk away from him.

he watches you pick up your coat and sling it on your arm, feet stomping on the ground until you reach his door and open it with one twist, slamming it behind you.

eddie regrets what he said; you were never suffocating. he didn't mean to compare you to a damn dog, and his anger was no reason whatsoever and he beats himself up for his stupidity. and it's ironic, how now he wants to crawl into your skin and just keep you close against him and apologize, just suffocate you with his hug.

but now he's too late. you've walked out the door with a brittle heart, stomping beneath the grey sky like you don't care about the storm that's about to pour.

albeit he's not too late. he's got a van, after all. his longer legs walk faster than you and if he just ran through his door right now, he'd meet you halfway and he'd take you in his arms.

so he does that.

eddie walks out of his trailer, the four walled place barely calls itself a home without your (and uncle wayne's) warmth. he doesn't even bother to put shoes on; he walks out, white socks stepping on the pointed pebbles and lets it stab his feet as he walks—jogs his way to you.

you've got your hands around yourself, shoulders shaking as you let out stifled sobs. he reaches out to you, hand in the air until his palm presses gently on your shoulder to stop you.

"hey, hey baby, hey—" you stop and he uses his hand to maneuver himself in front of you. he breaks at your red eyes and the pouted lips, the absolute sheen of despair that gloss over your face. "honey..."

"what?" you look down at your feet, see how the bottom of his socks had turned grey. "what do you want? i'm— i'm already leaving. do you want me to suffocate you more or are you just gonna yell at me?"

he visibly winces and there's a twinge of pride that resonates in you. eddie shakes his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and bends down 'till he's eye level with you.

"i'm sorry," he says. "you don't suffocate me. you never did. in fact, i suffocate you. i'm the one who can't leave you alone, who always has to loom over you so i'd bark at those stupid dumb guys. i don't mean to compare you to a dog. i'm— i'm the dog." he points to himself. "i'm sorry i didn't do jackshit to stop her. i'm sorry,"

you look away from him but it's no use. eddie takes your face into his hands and keeps you looking at him, wipes the tears that haven't even spilled down the corner of your eyes, and you shake your head.

"you really hurt me," you say, hands pliant at your sides. "i'm sorry i yelled but you really hurt me, eddie."

"sorry? sorry, no, you had every right to yell at me. i'm sorry," he moves his hands down to graps yours and lifts your fists to his lips, kissing them gently and pressing his mouth on the hot skin of the back of your hand to stop himself from crying. "let me make it up to you. tell me what you wan' me to do, hon."

you shrug. "i dunno,"

"you don't know?" you shake your head. "tell me the first thing that comes to mind, come on, sweetheart,"

your look flitters between his eyes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, and you answer, "wanna hit you,"

he chuckles dryly. "okay. hit me where?"

"on your arm,"

eddie rolls his sleeve up, just below his shoulder. "alright. do your best, babe, come on."

you laugh lightly and the sky turns white again, the clear sign of a storm long gone, but eddie knows you're still hurting inside. he nudges you his arm, eyebrows raised, waiting for your impact.

you don't forgive him immediately after the punch, he knows he'd have to do more sulking and hardwork to gain your smile again. if you pissing on him would get your affection back, he wouldn't mind at all.

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson

[hamiltonaf]

Payback | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: My apologies for not posting part 2 of ‘One More Dance’, I’ve been so busy and I’m currently working on it so hopefully it will be up soon. Inspo is from an old tiktok trend. Enjoy .xo

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend’s Name

The thud of heavy rain drops hitting against my window set the mood to do absolutely nothing today. Though it doesn't work like that today since I have an assignment due in a few days time. It would also be ideal to cuddle someone right about now but that's out of the question because of a certain someone.

After completing half of my assignment, which I was quite satisfied with, I decided to call it a day for work and take advantage of the gloomy weather.

Taking a look at Instagram was a bad idea since I came across rumours of Kylian dating another girl. So much for breaking up a month ago and wanting to 'focus on football'. His excuse still bothers me since it was a poor one after dating for almost 3 years. I don't see a change of performance on the pitch if I’m being honest. I guess everything happens for a reason, maybe we're just not meant to be.

I mean if he moved on then so should I, right ? It then hit me that I should spice things up and give something for people to talk about. We’ll excuse my petty behaviour and blame it on the weather for making me somewhat evil. Before causing some drama, I called (Y/F/N), "Ello !" she answered. "Hey girly ! How are you doing on this beautiful day ?" I asked. "Ugh I’m so bored, you have no idea” she whined. “But never mind me, how are you doing more specifically ?” She asked curiously. “I’m doing okay, but-“ “I can already tell something is up your sleeve” she cut me off.

“Damn you really know me well” I pouted. “Of course ! Otherwise I wouldn’t be your bestie. Anywho, spill the tea…I’m all ears” she said enthusiastically. “So word of mouth right now on insta is that he is dating someone else, there’s literally pictures of them at dinner together” I rolled my eyes. “Shut up ! What the actual fuck dude. That’s so messed up. He’s such an ass” she yelled. “Yeah yeah I mean it hurts but the only way for my petty ass to get over it is-“ “If you do the same thing” she finished my sentence.

“Exactly ! So remember that TikTok we wanted to try out ages ago where one of us is dressed up as the guy and take out a bunch of pictures to look like a couple” I reminded her. “Oh my god ! Our time has finally come ! Okay I’m on my way, I’ll literally be there in like 5 mins” she said lastly before ending the call.

As soon as (Y/F/N) came over, we went straight to my dresser and got working on her makeup. We started by accentuating her veiny yet bony hands and then contoured her cheekbones, as well as her jawline to look more masculine. I failed to mention how smart she is, she came through with a bouquet of my favourite flowers so I had something else to post about.

Once we were done with her makeup, she slipped into one of my high heels so she was much taller than me. With her oversized hoodie and cap on you’d literally think that she’s a guy - a hot one at that too. I changed into a black slip dress and took off my shoes to spice up the picture, and exaggerate her height.

When (Y/F/N) came up behind me in the mirror, we both burst out laughing over how accurate she looked to a guy. “Shit. Even I would date me” she said before getting serious and wrapped her arms around my waist. After a few pictures of my head tilted and her face nuzzled into my neck, we finally had the picture. Her side profile looked so sharp, it’s actually insane.

After all of this, I suddenly felt hesitant to post for some odd reason that even (Y/F/N) noticed. I think it was pretty obvious how long I was staring at the pictures. “Girl don’t hold back now, just do it. He should see that you also moved on” she wiggled her brows. “You got a point there” I said to myself. I then uploaded 2 stories, one of the bouquet and one of us together - both simply captioned with a white heart. “If I saw this for the first time, I’d literally scream. Everyone is gonna lose their minds, especially him” she smirked. “Feels good to throw this back at him” I smirked back. “Welcome to the dark side bestie” she patted my back. “Anywho I need to run, got a few errands. Love you and call me later to update me on the drama. I’ll desperately be waiting for your call” she said as she gathered her things. “Of course ! Will do. Thanks bestie” I quickly hugged her before she hurriedly left.

I proceeded to spending the rest of my afternoon binging on early 2000's chick flicks, it wasn't until the evening when I decided to check my phone again that I noticed how many notifications I received. My notifications were the highest its ever been, well shit. We love to see it I guess.

I received countless tags on reposts as well as comments from fans, and surprisingly messages from family - understandable how many messages I received since it’s so evident that it’s not Kylian in the pictures. Scrolling through my notifications I decided to ignore all until my eyes landed on Kylian’s contact name, 'Kyky'. Surprise surprise.

"Heyy" the text read, I rolled my eyes, I don't have time for a conversation starter. I left him on read and proceeded with watching my movies. It wasn't even 5 minutes and my phone started to ring. It was Kyky calling. My heart started racing, I was hesitant to answer the call because what are we going to talk about and why call now ?

"Hello" he greeted. "Hey" I answered plainly. "Are you busy ?" He asked curiously. "Well kind of.. I'm actually just getting ready to leave" I said with a devious smile creeping onto my face. "Oh. Erm okay never mind" he said disappointed. "Why ?" I raised a brow. "I'm actually outside your apartment" he said embarrassed "No way" I said lowly to myself. "Have a look" he said as I then walked towards my front door and was met with his face. I ended the call and looked at him in shock, "You- here- like..what are you doing here ?" I asked.

"Can I come in please ?" He asked pleadingly. "What for ?" I asked back. "To talk about us" he said. "Theirs no us anymore. Theirs nothing for us to talk about" I said as I was about to close the door. "Wait. Just give me a chance" he said softly. "Theirs literally no point. You moved on..I moved on-" "You have another boyfriend already ?" He asked in shock. "I'm offended that you think I'm not capable of moving on so soon" I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So you must've known this guy whilst we were dating ?" He asked as he started to grow angry. "Yeah so ?" I scoffed. "You were just waiting for us to break up so you can date this guy" he said as he started to raise his voice. "You literally did the same thing. You made it seem like it was such a simple break up for your own good, but for the last 2 weeks you're rumoured to be with another girl !"I said as I started to grow annoyed. "Yes, but she's just a friend" he said.

"Funny how we’ve been together for so long and I never met this friend before" I said. Just then my next door neighbour yelled at us for raising our voices. "Please do yourself a favour and leave" I said as I shut the door. I then heard rattling of the door and in came Kylian. "You weren't invited inside" I said. "Well I had a spare key" he said as he held up the key. "That was supposed to be returned to me when we broke up" I said as I snatched the key from his hand and went to sit on my couch. “Also, how could you act surprised that I moved on when you’re literally here after I posted a picture with another guy ?” I questioned. He then sat beside me, "Can you just stop talking about that idiot ? I came here to talk about us…How do I make you love me again?"

"Love ? Dream on" I half laughed. "I'm being serious" he said as he looked between my eyes. "Forget about me loving you. How do I know that you love me ?" I asked. "Well I missed you all this time so I came back" he smiled. "It's not that simple. If you truly loved me as you say, you wouldn't have wanted to break up after all these years" I said. "Look I'm sorry okay ? I really am. I wish I could go back in time and reverse what I did...I just needed some time to myself to think about my future personal life and I kept imagining you in it..." he said as he gently moved a strand away from my face.

"Don't play with me right now" I warned. "No jokes. I love you. I really do, and I want to continue to spend the rest of my life with you" he said as he held my hands. "Okay cute. Anyways I have to go meet my boyfriend. It was nice of you to stop by..I'll think about it" I huffed as I got up. He grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me towards him to sit on his lap. "Stop lying" he smirked. "What makes you think I'm lying ?" I raised a brow. "I know your facial expressions when you lie. I just know you all too well because you literally could've left the second you opened your door instead of coming back inside" He said with a smile.

"Well I've changed my mind, I rather be with him right now" I shrugged. "I want my old (Y/N) back" he pouted. "She left the building the day you left her" I said lastly and got up to walk to my room. "Ouch" he pouted as he followed behind me. "I still love you no matter what. Always have and always will" I gave him a brief look before pretending to rummage through my closet. "So is this how it's going to be ?" He asked as he leaned back in my bed and watched me. "I told you that I need to think about it" I said as I continued to skim through my closet. "I'm not going until we stop fighting" he said casually "This isn't fighting. People don't get back together based off 5 minutes of talking to them after a whole month" I said as he stood up to stand in front of me.

"I like it when you're angry" he said as he got closer. "Don't" I said softly as I looked down. He lifted my head to meet his eyes as he cupped my cheeks, his thumb tracing over my lips. "You're making this harder" I pouted. Just when his lips were a mere centimetre away, he mumbled "It shouldn’t be hard if you have a boyfriend…Should I stop ?"

I hesitated to answer. To give up the game and kiss him or keep annoying him. “I can’t” I faked a pout. “Why not ?” His mood dropped. “I can’t do this to Nico” I said as I looked down. “Fuck Nico !” He yelled. “How the hell do you even know this guy ?” He asked frustrated. “We met at a party” I answered casually. “Besides him, it’s wrong of you to cheat on your girlfriend” I said looking everywhere else but him. He walked closer which made me take a step back, my back hitting against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of me, cornering me. “I just told you that she’s a friend and nothing more” he tried to say calmly. “I’m not convinced” I shrugged.

“Forget about her, she’s irrelevant right now. I came to claim back what was once mine. If I have to fight this stupid so called boyfriend of yours, then I will” he said as he inched his face closer to mine. There was a moment of silence. Both of us holding eye contact and switching between looking at each others eyes and lips. He leaned in and I didn’t stop him. It was a sweet soft peck. His forehead against mine, he sighed and said "I'll give you your space.” I surprised myself by grabbing a hold of his hand and pulling him back into place. “What’s wrong ?” He asked. “You’ll fight for me ?” I teased. “I know that I’m not fighting anyone because you’re lying, but if I have to then I will” he said as his hands were on my waist.

“How can you tell I’m lying ?” I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. “Besides reading your facial expressions, we wouldn’t be in this position right now” he said. “Or doing this” he said softly before placing his lips on mine. I pulled him closer against me and just then he broke away from the kiss. “I think I should go” he teased. "No no wait just a little more" I hushed him as I pulled him closer to connect our lips once again.

#football #football fanfic #football fanfics #football imagine #football fluff #football angst #football smut #football x reader #football x you #football blurb #football drabble #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe oneshot #kylian mbappe x you #ricciardoaf oneshots

[katapotato55]

Deltarune theory: Kris, Noelle, and Ralsei (Kris may not hate Ralsei THAT much) and other misc theories.

obviously spoilers for Deltarune up to chapter 2 and some of the Spamton sweepstakes. play the game it's free on steam. also this is a little bit long and contains a lot of screenshots. Not a huge amount of text walls I am just crazy. more info after the cut.

(credit to the deltarune wiki for these screenshots) So a common theory is that the health gained from the tea represents how close emotionally characters are to each other. If a character does not know someone else, the tea appears as nothing, such as Noelle having no reaction to the Ralsei tea, since at that point in the game they never met. People often use this as an implication that Kris does not like ralsei very much. but here is the thing that gets me:

Kris seems to get damn near the same amount of HP from Noelle as they do Ralsei. and that is confusing... because aren't they supposed to be childhood friends? meanwhile Susie used to bully Kris as implied by the Spamton sweepstakes... and yet Susie's tea gives Kris the MOST health out of all of them. not to mention Noelle seems to share the same amount of health return, but doesn't hate the tea either. What on earth is going on here?

The Theory (s?)

The unfun theory: The health means absolutely nothing. Personally I don't like this theory if you couldn't tell already. The spicy friendship theory: Kris doesn't hate Ralsei THAT MUCH, they are just uneasy about them. Alternatively: Kris probably just gets along better with someone like Susie than someone like Ralsei. The climax in every children's movie ever theory: before the events of Deltarune, something happened that made Kris upset at Noelle and it harmed their relationship. (possibly something to do with Des) The BFFSBSROFL (no that acronym does not stand for anything) theory : kris actually gels SO well with susie that they are basically best friends, making Noelle and Ralsei look pathetic in comparison. Alternatively, Kris and Susie have a much deeper history that the Spamton Sweepstakes left out. Alternatively: it could also be that Susie is the first strong friendship Kris has had in a very long time and they are in the honeymoon phase of their friendship. The shippers wet dream theory: Kris has a thing for Susie after the events of ch 1 and is jealous of Noelle. (I claim no financial responsibility for whatever the fuck the shipping part of the fandom may do with this potential bit of information.) The "my parent's friend's kids" theory: Kris never really was that close to Noelle to begin with, Its just that the Dreemur family and the Holiday family go way back and Kris being a kid was just in the middle of it. These are the theories I have so far, let me know if you guys have anything more interesting.

Other things to mention

The Laser prank. During that scene with Noelle with chapter 2, the player finds a switch that requires the player and Noelle to press a button and let each other through the laser barrier. as a player you can suddenly jump off the button before noelle passes as a joke. however, if you go too far and do it right when Noelle is too close to the laser:

you almost hurt Noelle (but she is ok) and then she pulls the same prank on Kris. then:

If you don't go too far with the prank, Noelle simply says "nice teamwork" and you continue on. This is interesting to me for many reasons. here is a few theories I have listed: 1-Kris actually was hurt (unlikely because their HP was not lowered and the player did not touch the laser) 2- Kris actually DOES care about Noelle and is horrified the player almost hurt her 2.5- Or perhaps Kris does care about Noelle and is horrified she did the prank back at them as serious as the laser was. Perhaps Kris has weird feelings about abandonment and self love considering their parents divorce and all that has been going on in this game 3- Kris is just being petty and immature that they got pranked right back. 4- Kris is potentially mis-reading the situation thinking that the player and Noelle are somehow against Kris, when in reality both the player and Noelle are just playing around. Remember that Kris is a young teenager going through a rough patch at home, so it makes sense they are on edge about this kind of thing. 5- I am reading way too deep into this bit.

The Boat Picture with Ralsei listen man. Its no secret Ralsei resembles Asriel. hell there is a STRONG implication that Ralsei is actually Kris's childhood red horns headband considering Ralsei also has red horns.

here is the bit that gets to me sometimes: Later on in Ch 2, you are on a boat ride with ralsei and a photo booth. you have the option to Hug Ralsei, show a peace sign in the wrong direction, or commit cultural appropriation against Berdly in particular (my favorite option yes i am very mature)

why does this sit with me? well-

First: daawwww asgoooooreeee second: what does this mean- there are so many implications, Again i am just going to list theories and speculation: 1- Kris does not appreciate the gremlin that looks suspiciously like their older brother and how said gremlin may be crushing on them, along with the player pushing that along. enough said. 2- Kris is OK with hugs, they just don't like it when their dad gives them a massive cuddly bear hug. 3- kris is being an angsty teen acting like they are too good for hugs. 4- Again I am probably overthinking it and Kris actually does not hate hugs (or hugging ralsei) that much. Overall, I think Kris Kross Applesauce's real problem is less about the hugging and the pranking of Noelle, but rather something deeper. behold!

THE OMEGA THEORY

Kris just wants agency over their own life. It isn't that deep really. It is implied that Kris... honestly doesn't like themselves very much and doesn't like being human. The fact they never grew horns growing up and wore plastic horns all the time was probably the first time Kris felt like an outsider, and all they wanted to do was to be like their family. and now their parents are divorced Their older brother has been off for university and can only come back on certain occasions Sans Undertale is probably fucking their mom (or sans is just messing with you because sans is a hilarious asshole) Kris probably has trauma from whatever happened to December Holiday (which has not been revealed yet other than Spamton sweepstakes hinting) And now, Kris appears to be possessed by SOMETHING. and who the hell knows what and who is posessing kris. it could be you the player doing that or perhaps the player IS kris and that the thing possessing kris is what threw the player in the cage or more. we don't know yet But the thing i know most is that all Kris just wants is to have more control over their own life. Hell considering the implication that Ralsei is the manifestation of Kris's childhood headband, perhaps Ralsei represents a part of who Kris wishes they were. either way It doesn't matter if the player messes with Noelle or hugs Kris's friend that uncomfortably resembles their brother Kris just wants it to be THEIR decision rather than the decision of an omnipotent god that has a strange affliction for hyper-analyzing their life to make an overly-produced Tumblr post. thank you for reading my crap.

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune chapter two #ralsei #kris deltarune #kris dreemurr #noelle holiday #deltarune susie #deltarune theory #deltarune speculation #pc gaming #gaming #theory #theories #media analysis #deltarune fandom #deltarune kris #deltarune noelle #deltarune ralsei

[not-goldy]

Tumblr please bring back my update.

It was a long ass post too and Tumblr jx sweeped it under the rugs damn

So Re my gf's dialog of doom- FALSE ALARM😭😭😭

Sis jx wanted to know what I wanted to do on my birthday💀

But like why did she say it like that cos I peed pooped puked pivoted ALL THE BIG P's at the same time😭😭😭😭😭😭

Sis don traumatized me in this relationship 🤧

Anyone who knows what's been going on between us last year. weve been going through this process close to and near my birthday that ends with us breaking up- and then getting back together.

It's very simple, she missed my birthday last year ND the year before that. No post no greetings no calls nothing. So what did I do? Nothing. Didn't complain didnt ask questions. NOTHING.

And it hurt cos I used to do everything for her on her birthday to let her know I be feeling her like that- and honestly I just think it's nice to do nice things for people you care about and her birthday is jx an excuse for me to show her I care and give her experiences and moments ya know?

I don't know. May be it's my mistake I keep giving her the love I want for myself and I keep loving her in ways I never had.

Anywho, I had had enough of her analysis retentive attitude so close to her birthday, I got her all excited, called up her friends to let them know I was planning something for her. I even asked if they wanted to come cos I knew they would tell her either way. they a bunch of clowns really🤡

On her birthday, she cleared her schedule and seemed in a really good mood- I cleared my schedule too( we worked together then, she's my boss so she definitely knew I cleared my schedule that day)

Then on her birthday, I took myself out on a nice getaway staycation got me some nice lingerie pampered my back and toes, had those feet fetishized and love kissed by them cute weird freaky feet eating fishes with foot fetish, strolled through long halls naked under the robe with a glass of wine, and let my phone ring on silence.

Came back n acted like I'd been out with people and had the time of my life.

You can't stress me out and expect me not to love myself.

I'LL LOVE MYSELF ON YOUR BIRTHDAY😘

This year. I totally forgot she's a March born like I stopped caring bout her birthday n I wasn't even trying to be petty or nuin😭😭😭😭😭

I just don't care anymore 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

So when she said we needed to talk, turns out she just wanted to talk about that and call it truce cos she says she can't keep going through that year after year.

And frankly I can't either cos I be having my entire heart ripped out of my chest it be looking like a homicide inside my ribcage- but it doesn't stop me from returning the energy on her birthdays too cos I'M PETTY AS FUCK DUDE

I'm a Libra don't mess with me. I'll take the L, go through all the motions, feel that hurt and pain and betrayal and when I'm done- RUN

ILL GEAR UP AND SERVE YOU HOT STEAMING PILE OF LAVA BOILING REVENGE COOKED STRAIGHT FROM HELL'S COLD KITCHEN😌

She asked me what my plans are for my birthday and I honestly have nothing planned at all- I jx want to be quiet and alone and watch Netflix.

She's hurt cos she says I used to want to do things together with her on my birthday.

I don't know if I've changed like she says but frankly as much as I love her I don't enjoy being with her anymore.

I'd rather spend my birthday alone, do things alone- I love her want her- it's just I'm scared of another fight and yet again another break up and if us being distant is the only way we can have a semblance of a normal relationship then I'll take that.

And I'll rather have this than not have her at all.

Chilee I don't know anymore.

Also yall quit complaining bout me bringing my drama to your doorstep. Like yall have audacity hanging around my blog for free 99 and expecting relative peace and drama free services😹😹😹😹😹

Say it after me, We all in this together

Mi drama is su drama adios 😘😆

[who-dat-homeless]

I'll be bitter and petty for a sec

Even though I think that both Aziraphale and Crowley made mistakes in the final fight and they both misunderstood each other, I still think that aziraphale hurt crowley so much.

because today I saw someone said smth like "they're equally wrong and should apologize to each other!!"

And I said it before and I'll say it again

AZIRAPHALE (accidentally) (metaphorically) ASKED CROWLEY DETRANSITION

OKAY

Yes, he didn't mean to, and actually he meant that he wants Crowley as he is in heaven, and that heaven made a mistake to throw Crowley out of the heaven. It still does not change one simple fact

Aziraphale. Doesn't. See. Crowley. As. He. Is.

Not at the full extent at least

He sees Crowley as the total goodness, total holiness and at the same time he sees him as a petty child who can't get over himself and forgive someone for an """honest""" mistake (honest mistake of damning a soul to the eternal suffering in hell) He sees him doing his little pranks just as a show off of how badass he is, that he's "true evil™" but deep inside he's truly a nice person who's just too arrogant to see that he hurts himself by "denying his true self"

BUT AZIRAPHALE IS FUCKING WRONG

Crowley is just like that!! He's not good. He's kind. But also he'd laugh at the eldritch falling on the ground, kids slamming into the automatic doors and he doesn't mind giving people automatics to kill each other even if they're not actually dead. He really does not care about being good. He's an eldritch being beyond human comprehension. He does what he thinks is right and for the rest he's goofing around even if goofing around means that he'll make people kill each other.

And she was hurt when she fell. And this is something Azirapahle can't quite understand. He can't understand how bad it was. To loose or love and all confections. To be hurt physically, to be hurt emotionally. It's not just a child acting up, it's a person who was hurt so deep that he forever lost a part of themselves. Even though she healed herself to the best of her abilities it is the scar that he'll bear till the ends of times.

And Aziraphale just denies this!! Because he has some vision of crowley in his head that is true to him and each time Crowley does something extraordinary he faults crowley for acting inapropreatly when the problem is that aziraphale does not see crowley as he is!!!

And I love aziraphale, and he's hurt too, and I wish him the best and I hope he'll be fine

AND if someone told me something similar to what he said to Crowley, I'D GO BALLISTIC, IT WAS OUT OF THE FUCKING POCKET, MAN.

And mind you he (unconsciously yet still) tried to emotionally manipulate Crowley to make him feel guilty (You're the bad guys!) and just-

I don't need apology dance I need an apology fucking magic trick because what he fucking conjured in that dialogue can not be un-cursed by a simple dance

#good omens #gomens #good omens 2 #go #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #azicrow #ineffable husbands #good omens 3

[blametheeditor]

A Song Without Its Lyrics

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

_______________________________

“If you just listen for two seconds-” 

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.” 

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him. 

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle. 

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something. 

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-” 

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.” 

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination. 

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud. 

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it. 

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William. 

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it. 

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere. 

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons. 

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken. 

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?”  He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear. 

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?” 

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’. 

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.” 

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words. 

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry. 

“We’re watching a movie at my place.” 

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day. 

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.” 

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.” 

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.” 

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?” 

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.” 

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him. 

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?” 

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort. 

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no. 

“Then you and I are going to learn it.” 

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed. 

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial. 

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion. 

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away. 

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to. 

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back. 

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he- 

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone. 

“Take what?” the business man demands. 

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!” 

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard. 

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.” 

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.” 

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!” 

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.” 

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!” 

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side. 

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation. 

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend. 

#I haven't done a Bingo prompt in a hot minute #and while I'm motivated to write there's been a clash between time and energy #so no continuation on the big stories this week #but I'm working to have one out next! #as long as other responsibilities don't take up all my free time again #that's mine dang it #have a good weekend! #FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #Prompt Roulette By Title #L3 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

[showtoonzfan]

I love how most of the reactions of the fandom towards Stolas snapping back at Stella for this episode was mainly “LOL YES KING”, or “GOOD FOR HIM HE’S STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF”- “THIS IS SO FUNNY GET HER LOL”- mainly people just stroking his cock oh- I mean supporting him pissed me off because it just goes to show how the fandom and writers don’t give a damn about Octavia, or realize how serious her situation is.

It also doesn’t help that the story’s pacing is lazily sloppy as well, the writers want you to feel bad for Octavia since Stolas is occupied and can’t take her to her special event, but at the same TIME want you to laugh at her parents bickering at eachother, even though the show itself introduced this concept in a depressing light back in Loo Loo Land. Again, it just goes to show that writers don’t really care enough about Octavia. How are you going to introduce a serious topic about divorce and parents arguing around a child who grew up with them and loves them, yet later play it all for laughs? This isn’t really the first time the show did this, they did the same at the end of episode 5, where Octavia was sitting with her parents at the dinner table, listening to music while Stella was just screaming about plotting to kill her husband and Stolas couldn’t hear because plot. The show really just contradicts itself, I said it once and I’ll say it again, Octavia is done so dirty. The writers try to act like they care about her and how she’s upset with all the trauma she’s endured living a toxic household, but not only do they invalidate her feelings and push it to the side so we can have more Stolitz content and “funny” Stella and Stolas scenes, but Viv is SO afraid to fully call out Stolas on his actions. She can’t even fully make him a flawed character without excusing him, pulling the “he’s trying” card in the recent episode, even though Stolas has done the bare minimum as a father from what we’ve SEEN, emphasis on SEEN not HEARD. It’s all bullshit, but let me get back to what I said in the beginning.

For starters, I really don’t understand why fans are patting Stolas on the back in this scene for simply bickering back at Stella, because this isn’t the right moment nor the situation to be doing that. Octavia woke up happy and excited because it was a day that her father promised to take her to, to see this meteor shower. She then goes out and sees that Stolas is busy with packing Stella’s things out of the house, (which btw, doesn’t make any sense because Stolas established in episode 7 that Octavia would “visit her mother” on certain weekends implying that Stella already had her own place but then again I doubt the crew rereads their scripts) but yeah Octavia rightfully so gets worried and upset, asking Stolas if this will be done before he can still take her. Stolas then practically brushes her concern off, and continues to bicker with Stella, this scene once again painting ONLY HER as the one in the wrong, which is another thing that pisses me off because I wish Viv would stop painting this relationship as one sided. Anyway, we see Stolas irritated, shooting back at Stella, which the fans were happy to see, expect this isn’t the moment to cheer?? First of all, all Stolas is doing is being petty back, he’s not acting professional at all, acting like a child as well. If he would have said something like “I’m not taking your abuse any longer, and don’t you dare treat Via the same way or endorse her to this”- THEN I’d understand, but he’s just selfishly slashing back at his wife while his daughter is RIGHT THERE, the same daughter that clearly expressed to him how upset she is about her parents fighting. Like the fans are really saying “I’m so happy for Stolas” while Octavia is right there, endorsing something that isn’t healthy, and yet the show wants you to laugh here. Like the writers really don’t give a shit about Octavia, (saying she should just acknowledge that her father is “trying” when she had every right to be pissed) nor do the fans. They all just care about fucking Stolas, a character that hadn’t done anything to deserve sympathy. Saying he cares about Octavia is the bare minimum, he needs to actually change and put her before his dick, and thanks to the shows awful storytelling, we haven’t seen any of him trying for his daughter, except Loo Loo Land, which is a bad (and the only) example.

The sad thing is that…don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the lesson of “This character isn’t perfect, they’ll make mistakes and you need to acknowledge that” because in general it is a good lesson for people to learn, however it just doesn’t fit in this scenario, nor for a character such as Stolas. He’s still a horrible dad and I stand by that. It doesn’t matter if he genuinely loves her and is more kind to her compared to Stella, that doesn’t excuse any of his actions, and saying “he’s trying” doesn’t cut it because he’s really not. If he were, he would have talked to her about what he’s going through, or Stella and the divorce, and would have just…BEEN there for her. Instead he’s mostly emotionally neglectful, and never thinking about how she might feel. I’m honestly just…done with the fandom and the writers sucking him off all the time just because he’s in a sad uwu marriage. He’s just an awful character and Octavia deserves better in every way.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss Stolas #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss season 2 #anti Stolas

[zgvlt]

a reverie until recently twst oc/canon : poly adeuyuu

commissioned by: @tartppola ! thank you for your patience with me!

summary: it's been years since yuulis, the ramshackle prefect, has left twisted wonderland, with ace and deuce since having married. however, yuulis' return resurfaces old feelings (some that aren't exactly unwelcome)

tags: twst oc, sfw, poly relationship, light angst, fluff, 9.5k+ words, not beta read

I. ACE and DEUCE

All it takes is a text. A text from a number long dead (and a being long gone), and yet never forgotten. Ace still has the entire number memorized, years of keeping it and still having it as one of two favorite contacts made it inevitable, and Deuce keeps the last four digits as his work locker’s padlock combination. He justifies it by telling himself any numbers or dates relating to either Ace or himself would be too obvious, so it had to be theirs. For safety reasons, among other things he’ll admit to his husband on particularly wistful afternoons and nostalgic evenings.

All it takes is a text sent to the both of them, right at the same time. A mass text for two, word for word the same, and yet neither one of them have the heart to be mad about the lack of personalization.

Ace? Deuce? Are these still your numbers? I asked Grim earlier, but I wanted to make sure. If I have the wrong people, or if there are other reasons, please ignore this text. Thank you.

Ace’s immediate reaction was to laugh, if only so he wouldn’t begin tearing up, if only so he could be the emotionally stronger one in the case that Deuce needed to cry for a bit — although Ace did want to cry, just a little bit. In the Queen’s name, how could he not when they still typed the same way after all these years!

“Ignore?” Deuce exclaimed, voice only slightly shaky, clearly sharing the same thought as Ace — he wanted to be the stronger one as well, the one who wouldn’t cry because of one text. “How could they say something so terrible!? We could never!”

Ace would typically hate for someone to speak on his behalf, and this sometimes included Deuce — he had his minor, petty squables with him over such things, even after their marriage — but not in this instance. He would never, could never ignore a text from his — their long-lost… a person they both loved, years ago, before they even knew it was a love beyond friendly affections and attachments.

“It’s nearly midnight,” he replied, sharing a knowing look with his partner. It would not be enough to simply send a text, or even a call. No, they had to prove their oldest (and dearest) friend wrong, squash whatever doubts and reluctance they had in that intelligent, overthinking brain of theirs. “But it’s a Saturday night.”

“Meaning, we both don’t have work,” Deuce discerned, already preparing to send a text to his co-workers, declaring a family emergency in case they tried to get him to come to work for whatever reason. He didn’t feel the least bit guilty, knowing that it was an emergency for the both of them. They couldn’t delay seeing them. The very fact that they weren’t the first to see them annoyed him greatly.

“When’s the next flight to the Isle of Sages?” he asked, knowing Ace would certainly be looking it up already. Prices be damned. “Shit, have you replied to them yet?”

“I’m busy booking our flights! Tell them to stay put and not move from wherever they’re at,” Ace instructed him, a frown forming on his face as he looked at the available times. “I forgot what a pain it was trying to go back to that damned island. The earliest is six in the morning, and then eight in the evening. Eight is too late.”

“Eight is too late,” Deuce repeated. Honestly speaking, even six in the morning was too late for him, impatience at getting to see them building up each minute, “and so is six, but at least it gives us some time to… prepare.”

“Yep, let me just get my credit card. I’ll swipe this time.”

Prepare. The thought of it had Deuce laughing inwardly. The ample time they had before they needed to check-in at the Queendom of Roses’ national airport meant nothing — Ace was punching in his credit card PIN so quickly that Deuce feared he’d get one number wrong and get locked out of his card for 24 hours. As for Deuce, he’s already rushing to lock everything up before their departure. He’s surprised he can even think of keeping their house safe, that some rationality continues to persist in him. 

As for packing… their phones, chargers, their wallets, maybe a spare hair tie for himself to keep around his wrist. Did they need anything else other than the clothes on their back?

… Okay, maybe they’ll get changed. Neither of them are showing up to their alma mater wearing sleepwear.

“Makeup? Yes or no?” Deuce asked, eyeing his bare face in the mirror, before looking at Ace’s. Neither of them really went out without it.

“Put it in the bag. We can just put it on in the plane,” the redhead replied, still a little frazzled, “honestly, I just want to bolt out of the house right now. You–”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “I get it. I’m the exact same. So let’s get out of here.”

Ace nodded, eyes alight with a burning fire. Deuce knew for sure that his eyes mirrored that very same determination.

“Let’s go get our Yuulis.”

Just stay with Grim for tonight. We’re coming to get you in the morning.

II. ACE and DEUCE

There was a certain… fear when it came to reuniting with Yuulis. Many fears, really, but most of them they could realistically tackle with time together, or so the couple decided. However, there was one fear that weighed heavily on their minds, that would certainly have them rethink their next course of action, reconfigure how they chose to act around them. 

Just how much time had passed for Yuulis? 

Nothing would change the fact that Yuulis was Yuulis, no matter what. Regardless of age, they would be someone Ace and Deuce held forever dear, but it should go without saying that age partly dictated different stages in life. 

It was undeniable that Yuulis’ departure was still fresh on their minds, and yet they both knew that in the years that had passed since then, they had both grown as people — individually and together, even without their beloved prefect. 

All the same, they wanted that same prefect back in their lives, but what if they never changed at all, or that they changed too much? Just how did the passage of time work back in their world?

As much as they would want to welcome Yuulis back into their life, it would be difficult if they had stayed eternally young, as they once joked about, forever stuck as a teenager while Ace and Deuce had grown up without them. In parallel, the idea of a senior citizen Yuulis, as was with most things in life, while improbable, was not entirely impossible. The idea of having missed out on even more years of their life than expected was only slightly short on devastating.

Still, perhaps some deity out there, if deities were still a real thing in the modern world, or whoever it was that sent Yuulis to and from and, once more, to Twisted Wonderland, had mercy on the Trappola-Spade family, for those particular worries would go unfounded.

“Yuulis.” 

No one’s sure who said it first — Ace believes it could have been Deuce, Deuce believes it could have been Ace, and quite honestly they could have said it at the very same time. It’s difficult to distinguish when their voices carry the same emotions — a longing in the eyes, an ache in the heart, a hunger in the soul.

“Ace, Deuce,” Yuulis grins, as if just saying their name had lifted years of worries off of their shoulders. Perhaps it had, considering them saying their names carried that very same effect. “I’m back.”

You’re home, Ace wanted to say, but instead he takes a step closer, and then another, and soon Deuce is following suit and the two have gone from looking at Yuulis from across the room, standing by the doorway, to being an arm’s length away from them. 

“Look at you,” Deuce says, still a little breathless. It’s partly out of exhaustion, the way they rushed to come and see Yuulis as quickly as they possibly could, but mostly out of wonder — the fact that they’re actually real and not some mirage he’d imagined while drunk. “You’re here, and you’re…”

Beautiful. Yuulis, simultaneously looking like the ghost that graces his dreams and haunts his nightmares, like the glow of the moon, like starlight and the constellations he knew not the names of but wished upon anyway. 

The moon, the stars, the sky. Whenever he looked up above, he found himself reminiscing about the times he spent with Yuulis. He found himself thinking if, perhaps, the world they came from was somewhere out there in the galaxy, simply unseen by the naked eye. It was a reassuring thought — that they were out there, in some place he could not visit but could at least comprehend, that the distance was at least tangible and not imaginary, that they were not a figment of him and Ace’s collective imaginations. He often thought that, at the very least, if their most beloved prefect was out there, they’d be among celestial bodies as bewitching as them.

It must have been odd, to look at someone you’ve lost and loved (he can admit that with ease now, loved) and for the first thought to enter your head to be about how beautiful you still find them, but Deuce finds little shame in himself for such a thought. He is no poet, but he knows what it feels to encounter beauty — it is pain, it is yearning. He remembers feeling it once, when he first realized he loved Ace, and now the definition continues to reign true, for no two words can better describe what he feels at the sight of Yuulis. 

Ace looks away from Yuulis, just for half a minute — any longer and the fear of them disappearing once more would begin kicking in — to look at his husband, and he immediately gets it — that look on his face. He catches himself with an expression just like it when Deuce puts on his uniform before going to work, or in the early hours of the morning with his hair undone, or the days leading up to their anniversary. It’s awe, the disbelief, the way he couldn’t believe someone like him could exist in the world, and be with him.

Ace knows, no matter how much he tries to control his face, there’s no hiding that same awe and disbelief at their appearance — in more ways than one. First it’s their appearance, the way they look, the little things that have changed and how, even after all this time, everything about them is still so familiar. 

There’s that hair, still as striking as ever, just some inches longer and suddenly he’s longing to take them to the seashore to just have the wind blow through their hair. He’s always liked seeing Deuce’s hair undone and windswept — he knows he’ll be captivated if he were to see the same sight with Yuulis; maybe he’ll take them there together, watch how the light can entangle themselves with hair of the night.

The wind, Yuulis has always reminded him of the wind, or perhaps it would be better to say that ever since he’s known them, the wind has always reminded him of Yuulis. 

Whenever the wind was slow and soft, like a gentle caress against his cheek, he thought of the times he used to run his fingers through their hair, not quite knowing why he was doing so, but grateful they let him do so anyway;

whenever the wind was strong and fast, like jet streams in the stratosphere, he was reminded of their fleetingness, how quickly a year and a half had really gone by, how it was never really enough for either him or Deuce, and really everyone else who liked and loved Yuulis;

and whenever the winds grew turbulent — severe and cold, intense and remorseless like the hurricanes and typhoons associated with it, his fists would involuntarily clench, one around Deuce and one around the air, the wind itself. Deuce would clench back, and his empty hand would grow numb. You cannot catch the wind, much less keep it.

But the wind circulates — even in stillness it is present, always blowing — and wherever the wind goes, it is not a matter of if but when it will return. An inevitability. Ace barely speaks it out loud, but he has always thought of their return as something predestined rather than, ironically, up in the air.

“The both of you can speak for yourselves…” Yuulis replied, not bothering to hide how they’ve been eyeing them as well, searching for what’s changed and what’s remained. None of the three bother to even begin any semblance of teasing — there’s always time for that later, a time where the weight of their emotions are a little less heavy, and the atmosphere far less fragile. “Deuce, your hair…”

“Again, look who’s talking,” Ace threw the comment back to Yuulis. “Looks like some things never change though… you’re still the shortest one between the three of us!”

“And it appears as though you’re still shorter than Deuce, Ace,” they replied coolly, “and speaking of… I like your makeup. The both of you. A red spade, and a black to blue gradient heart.”

Their hands, Deuce noticed, seemed to twitch, as if they wanted to reach out and trace the shapes on their face, but something had stopped them from doing so. 

“Yeah, me and Ace swap palettes sometimes,” he explained, before not-too-subtly changing the topic. There was something he needed answered, a question Ace had been harboring as well since they boarded the plane. “Yuulis, what do you plan on doing now that you’re in Twisted Wonderland again?

Yuulis let out a noncommittal hum, shrugging their shoulders as they said, “there’s nothing in particular. I suppose when I’m done saying my goodbyes to the staff, I’ll go from place to place with no real direction. Freeter would be the term used to describe it, if you’re familiar.”

They were familiar with the term, and their hearts dropped upon hearing it leave their mouth, ultimately setting them off into a panic. How could they return, only to want to disappear so quickly from their sights once more? 

“No,” they know who says it this time — it’s Deuce, subconsciously slipping into that well-meaning but authoritative tone of his, the tone he used with troublemakers while on the job. “That’s too…”

What was the word for it? Dangerous? Vague? Risky?

“You’ve just come back to Twisted Wonderland. I think it would be better if you stayed with us, so you could have somewhere safe to settle while figuring out what you want to do,” Ace reasoned, taking hold of one of their hands. They used to always be gloved, so feeling them this bare…

Ace clenches his hands a little tighter, feeling the faded burn marks, the scratches and the scars, and it reminds him of the turbulence, one he wants to quell. Deuce does the same — in part, the touch is one last measure to make sure they’re real, and it’s also a way to convince them of their sincerity — that it’s not pity or sympathy, it’s something genuine, actions rooted from a long lost connection.

Yuulis looks at their hands, sucking in a breath at the sight of their matching wedding bands.

“Alright. I’ll come stay with the both of you.”

III. YUULIS

Their home is near the sea. It’s not quite beside it — Ace had told them just how ridiculous the prices were getting lately, especially for lots in scenic places like beaches and mountains — but if they ever wanted to walk along the sand and watch the waves, it would not even be half an hour drive away from it.

It’s a kind offer, an offer Yuulis does plan on taking up in the future on some particularly sentimental afternoon… just not this particular sentimental afternoon. Ace is tired, Deuce is tired, and Yuulis themself is tired — they had spent the first night catching up with Grim, and the one right after with Ace and Deuce — so they all decide that the best course of action would be to go back to the Trappola-Spade residence for some well needed rest.

“Let’s go home.”

That was what Deuce had called it — home. It was home for the two of them, certainly, and in a literal sense they understood that it would be their home as well for however long they chose to stay, but to actually call it their home was disconcerting. As wonderful and comfortable the place realistically was, it felt wrong to call it home when they felt like an outsider. They were nothing but a guest, if they wanted to use a kinder term to describe themself.

“I’m sure you already know, I know you saw the rings, but me and Deuce are…”

They appreciate how considerate they were of them, but Yuulis already knew even before then — Grim had told them. Actually, it was one of the very first things he brought up. He said it so casually, as if it was a known fact, as if they should have expected it — perhaps they should have. 

It was bound to happen. 

I wish I could have been to your wedding.

I am happy for the both of you.

Yuulis might have said one, or all of them, at some point, or maybe they had actually been silent the whole trip back. Still, at the very least, they hope they actually got to say the last one out loud because they are happy for them, why wouldn’t they be? 

They were happy, both for Ace and Deuce and because they, against all odds, had received an opportunity to reunite with two of the people they held most dear. In fact, they’ve been in and out of it this whole time, reeling in the joy of getting to meet them again, it was just… there’s a sinking feeling, a pit of unknown depth — like the sea, the ocean — that they’re going to have a tough time adjusting to not just Twisted Wonderland, but these new circumstances.

It hadn’t even been more than a week and yet the guilt was already beginning to bubble up, fearing not just their feelings but how they’re perceived, that it might come off as though they’re not happy for them, to be around them, to be back.

“Welcome home,” Ace and Deuce say it at the same time, welcoming them into their abode, their space, their sanctuary. Yuulis takes a step inside — it feels comfortable, relaxing, lived-in, and sufficiently quiet. It’s perfect, and the thought of them stepping foot into something already so perfect hurts.

“Thank you for having me here.”

IV. ACE and DEUCE

“Deuce, could you possibly give me the password to the Wi-Fi? If that is still what it’s being called these days.” 

“Sure, just give me your phone,” he leaned his upper body behind the sofa to reach for their phone, and it was only then Deuce realized just how outdated it was. It wasn’t the newest model either when they first got it all those years ago, so he was surprised to still see it kicking.

“You can always just tell me what your password is. I haven’t forgotten how to spell.”

Except he couldn’t, not when their network password was the name of his mother, followed by the date of Yuulis’... disappearance from Twisted Wonderland. 

It was easy to remember, so it just stuck.

“Here you go,” he said, ignoring the question as he handed back the phone.

“Thank you. I was trying to look something up, but it took so long to load… I was wondering if it was because I have yet to update it to the latest version software, or if it was the hardware itself, but it turns out the problem was the Wi-Fi.”

“...With your phone? I’m sure both the hard and software need some updating.” Curious as to what they were trying to do, the blue-haired man sat beside Yuulis on the sofa, peering down to look at whatever they were trying to search up on their phone.

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Inwardly, Deuce sighed a breath of relief. They wanted to work somewhere nearby.

“I know you and Ace are willing to support me, but I want to help the both of you somehow… and to have some pocket money as well, for emergencies,” Yuulis explained, and for as long as they returned home at the end of the day, Deuce did not mind — they had their own autonomy, one neither him or Ace should or could take away — though he did wonder if it was too soon. “Though I was considering some form of online work as well. Since I’ll be filling up some forms, could you take my photo? A formal enough headshot would suffice.”

He looked at the phone again, blinking.

“Maybe I should use my phone for that.”

“Or maybe we should give our dear Yuulis a new phone,” Ace said, coming to join their conversation, sliding onto the sofa between them and slinging an arm across their shoulders, “no offense, but your phone is a piece of hot garbage; it’s not even the cool retro kind that the kids these days like. You’re long overdue for a new one.”

“Ace, you don’t have to do that,” Yuulis replied, before turning to face Deuce again, “you as well, Deuce. I don’t need something new.”

“Then what if it’s not new?” Deuce asked, “I have my old work phone. They’re not telling me to give it back or anything.”

“You haven’t wiped it clean yet, though.” And Ace, already two steps ahead of him, brought out his old phone, the one that Deuce remembered as the one that liked to randomly shut down and boot up again for no particular reason. “But this one is. All we need is to transfer over Yuulis’ old number to this phone and they can start using it.”

“Since it’s Ace’s hand-me-down, I don’t mind as much, then.” Yuulis plucked the phone out of the redhead’s grip, leaving their spot on the couch as they fiddled with the device. “Oh, could the two of you stay there? I want to try taking a picture.”

“Eh? Well, as long as we look good!” Ace said with a grin, making some indistinct pose with his free hand, and pulling his husband even closer with the other, fingers reflexively undoing his ponytail. “Come on princess, you’re back from work so let down your hair~”

“Then you should go remove your makeup too,” Deuce retorted, swiping a thumb against his cheek, “you’ve been home since five! The germ buildup–”

“But last I checked you didn’t care about the makeup germs when you…” Ace trailed off, clearing his throat upon hearing a few clicks from a distance. Instead of feeling awkward or embarrassed, he found himself smiling, before properly posing for the camera again. Was this déjà vu? Yuulis had always been a particularly sappy person, so it warmed his heart that even after all these years, the first photo they wanted to take was one of him and Deuce. 

But after the first few shots, something had perturbed him — why weren’t they joining in?

“What’d ya plan on doing with those pictures?” he inquired, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Deuce’s inquisitive glance as well.

“I wanted to change the default wallpaper,” they replied, a reply which did nothing to ease their concerns, “it would be better to look at a picture of my friends than one of the sea.”

“I thought you liked the sea?”

“...The sea’s nice and all, but I don’t recognize this one, so it means nothing to me,” Yuulis pointed out, sitting down on the couch once more, only with too much distance between them and Ace, and what more the distance between them and Deuce? “Take a look. This is better, is it not?”

It was a good picture (as he would say about most pictures with him and Deuce in it), but Ace couldn’t help himself from being upset, maybe even a bit annoyed, at Yuulis’ insistence, subconsciously or otherwise, in staying behind the camera. It was as if they were deliberately excluding themselves from him and Deuce, a separate entity. It was something he wanted rectified as soon as possible. 

“I can think of a better picture,” Ace said, making sure to mask his worries with playfulness, emulating how he must have sounded in his teenage years. “Honestly, bit of a shame our lil Grimmy isn’t here, but this is gonna have to do for now. Deuce? Switch. Your arms are longer.”

“Now this is why we shouldn’t have thrown away the selfie stick. Who cares if it’s cringe?” With ease, Deuce slipped the phone out of Yuulis’ fingertips, changing his position to sit beside Yuulis as well, the free side that wasn’t already occupied by his partner. “Ten seconds timer! Oh, sorry if we’re squishing you, Yuulis, we need to cram to get in the shot.”

They let out a slight chuckle, and Deuce realized it might have been the first time they’ve laughed at all since they’ve reunited. “It’s alright. Oh, eight, seven, six—”

“Yuulis, stop counting, and smile!” From the screen, Deuce could see the redhead drop his own smile to schold Yuulis, who looked more amused than anything. He wondered if he was supposed to restart the timer considering two out of three participants were not focused at all (and even he was slipping out of it) when a click signified the timer ending. He clicked the preview, and to no one’s surprise, none of them looked very prepared at all.

“Haa, if you’re going to make me take a picture, shouldn’t you actually look at the camera, Ace? Even Yuulis was looking… somewhat.”

“No biggie, just retake it! You’re a police officer! I’m sure your arms can take holding up a phone a little longer!”

“Fine, fine,” Deuce sighed, “let’s–”

“No,” Yuulis said, and if they weren’t smiling Ace and Deuce might have been worried. Still, they were finally smiling. It might have been a little late, and the picture might have already been taken, but they were just happy to see them smile. Their memories have always been good enough to remember things to do with Yuulis. “The photo is already good as it is. I like the authenticity.”

Deuce looked at the photo again, and while Yuulis had not been smiling, the glimmer of joy had reached their eye. 

“If you like it, then we like it too.”

V. YUULIS

Yuulis could not sleep. That had not been the case the past few nights of living in the Trappola-Spade residence — eyes too tired, mind worked to exhaustion, the corporeal self in need of rest. Perhaps it was their body that needed adjusting, having to get used to the fact that they were back in Twisted Wonderland, and for good this time around.

With the dust having settled, however, they had just enough energy to actually think about the elephant in the room, that was to say, they were the elephant in the room. The living room specifically. Not that they permanently resided there — Deuce had fixed up the guest room (according to him mostly used by his mom, but on occasion some of the other first years), but Yuulis had begun to make a habit of walking around the house before returning to their assigned chamber.

It was a little cold tonight as well, so, with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, they had left the room in search of warmer breezes. 

Not that the cold was the main reason they had left the room. During nights like these, the melancholy in their eye even without looking at the night sky, Yuulis took the time to roam every corner of the house; look at every picture and painting; search every nook and cranny. Those were the things they had wanted to do since stepping foot into their home, but could not properly do during the daytime with either Ace or Deuce, at times even both, present, looking at them with a panic in their eyes, like they’ll fade before their very sights.

It’s touching, but more than that they’re sorry they have to feel that way. 

There was no coddling, they knew Yuulis would call them out the moment it felt like they were being too much, but there was certainly a thinly veiled cautiousness, one they were doing a bad job of hiding.

They wished they could stop the two from worrying so much.

Photographs. Even though it hurt, even though it filled them with a burning in spite of the chilly night air, even with the self-condemnation they judged themselves for feeling, Yuulis genuinely enjoyed looking at the photos the most out of all that there was in the house.

There was their — Ace and Deuce’s — wedding album, not quite proudly displayed but certainly not hidden. It was stacked at the very top of all the other albums on the shelf, as if the couple had been looking at it recently. Yuulis, upon perusing each and every page, could understand why they would do so.

A picture of Deuce’s mother crying, with Ace’s brother just right around the corner doing the exact same thing; a picture of their seniors from college smiling amongst themselves, watching attentively; a picture of Ortho, shooting flower petals of from some contraption Idia had surely made for the occasion; Grim walking down the aisle, looking like an overgrown toddler or shorter-than-average child shoved into a tuxedo, proudly presenting the rings on a plush pillow; 

and, of course, a picture with all (barring one) of the troublesome first years, as they would be forever dubbed by their upperclassmen — the married couple’s closest friends — all seated in one table: Sebek, Ortho, Epel, Jack, Grim, and a seat left empty. 

Simply put, it was an event more than just beautiful, for they had portrayed what a wedding truly was — a symbol of love. Love between the couple, a love between the guests, a love that Yuulis had not been there to witness and, perhaps, a catalyst of guilt — their own feelings that they would feel too guilty to openly reveal.

Yuulis put the album back in its rightful place, before finding themselves drawn by two picture frames right atop their mantel. For several nights now, they’ve spent much of their time staring at those two photographs. The first, a framed picture of Ace and Deuce reciting their vows — not solemn, but smiling beautifully; laughing even, as Yuulis had always expected the two of them to be at their wedding. That picture is right at the very center, and looking at it never fails to fill them with happiness for their happiness. 

Then, just the frame beside it, just slightly off the center, was a developed photo of the three of them — Ace, Deuce, and them, Yuulis — from way back when in their teenage years, their time as first years. The second photo always took a worse toll on Yuulis.

Spaces and seats, why did it hurt to be more than just a faded memory?

Yuulis took a few more steps — slowly, almost like a tiptoe, wary of the floorboards of the stairs creaking and possibly alerting Ace or Deuce of their presence — before stopping in front of a mirror hanging in the hallway.

If the blanket hadn’t been patterned, had been white instead, they were certain they would have looked like a ghost gliding across the house, turning their home into a haunt.

They pass by the master bedroom, unable to stop their expression from shifting into a wistful gaze. Maybe they just stopped trying to do so, nights like these where nobody could truly see them. It is routine at this point, to momentarily stop in front of their door before their own, with a hand hovering over the bedroom’s door knob.

They can hear snoring; somehow, they’re still able to distinguish whose is which. They wonder if they argue about who snores the loudest, who snores at all, just like all those typical, happily married couples do. It’s domestic, it’s surprisingly peaceful, and it’s almost everything Yuulis has wanted. 

The clock had struck three — it would be five in two, and the two would wake soon enough.

Their hand retreats back to their side — cold, having stayed out of the blankets for far too long, the metal of the handle chilling them further — and without so much as a second glance they retreat back to the guest room.

VI. ACE and DEUCE; YUULIS

Since Yuulis’ return to Twisted Wonderland, many things had gone unsaid between Ace and Deuce. It was not out of secrecy, but more of how difficult it was to actually keep secrets with each other; moreover, how unnecessary it was when eyes and tones spoke for themselves. Of course, some things did need to go said, go discussed — a definition to their shared and renewed deep-seated desires.

It is said that nighttime is the best time to think about the past, the present, the future; mistakes and regrets, hopes and dreams; and what dreams were pipe dreams and dreams that could be turned into reality. However, Ace and Deuce thought of Yuulis most during the daytime — especially in the waking hours of the day, the realization that for another night they have left space once more for Yuulis be it in the center, their left, or their right.

It reminded Deuce of the nights, some long time ago, when he, Ace, Yuulis, and Grim would huddle under the blankets cramped in the prefect’s bed, somehow soundly sleeping until the morning sun would come to wake them all. It reminded Ace of the nights when it would just be him and Deuce, sneaking into the Ramshackle dorm to retain any warmth and comfort they could have left.

It was always in the mornings — kisses in spite of morning breath, greetings between the two and immediately looking for Yuulis, a greeting always left incomplete and saved for a day anew.

They trust Yuulis but there’s still that fear, a little harder to shake off the second time around, that they’re going to open the door to Yuulis’ makeshift room and find that they had gone up and left during the night — or worse, that they were never present in their home in the first place.

Some early morning, even before the clock had struck five, Ace and Deuce lay awake on their beds, mindlessly staring at the ceiling above them. Realistically, they both should have been too groggy for discussion, but the silence gave way to a much needed conversation, from one heart to another.

It starts off simple, like many things do.

“I love Yuulis… I still love Yuulis,” Deuce said, getting the easiest part over with. Recognizing his feelings, being honest with Ace — all those were easy because he knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, not with him. “It took me a few weeks to fully… I needed to make sure I wasn’t exemplifying it because of panic, but now…”

“Me too,” Ace replied, laying his head on its side to face Deuce, “I love them like you, and it scares me sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Deuce murmured, closing his eyes, “I don’t think I could take a second heartbreak,” from the same person. “But I don’t think we should–”

“–do anything,” the redhead supplied in agreement, “not yet. Not until Yuulis feels more comfortable around us, and then we can figure out if they feel the same way.”

The sun, the color reminding them of Yuulis’ eye, rises and they rise with it.

Ace and Deuce liked to wake Yuulis up in the early hours of the morning (which only meant that it was not as early as they used to wake up back in NRC, but still ante meridiem) either to get them to eat breakfast or to say their goodbyes before going to work. As much as Yuulis appreciated that most days, they were more than grateful for the chance to sleep in that morning of all mornings.

They yawned as they headed downstairs, spotting Deuce, already in his work uniform, hastily kissing Ace after scarfing down the remains of his breakfast. 

Oh, he must be running late for work.

“Good morning,” Yuulis greeted the both of them, sitting atop the seat by the counter. “Cute apron, Ace. The pink frills are particularly precious.”

“Oh don’t I know it?” Ace grinned, waving his spatula around like a magic pen. “Now go eat your food! I worked very hard on breakfast today, and for your information it’s actual melted chocolate, not the pre-packaged ones!”

“Don’t be fooled by him, Yuulis! I’m the one who made the pancakes, he’s just serving them!” Deuce countered, in the midst of tying his hair into a bun. Yuulis wished they had their phone right now — they’ve seen Deuce with a ponytail and his hair down, but the bun was definitely new. “Sorry I can’t join you for breakfast Yuulis, I really gotta go.”

“Don’t worry, I understand,” they replied, grinning at the mug of hot cocoa — still piping hot, as though it was purposefully kept warm hours after it was made just for them — and the chocolate pancakes — the ones with the cherry and blueberry bits in them. “I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm, see you, Yuulis.” 

Yuulis was prepared for a wave goodbye, a pat on the back, or even a hug, but he did something nobody expected he’d do — he pecked Yuulis on the cheek, an act performed without so much as an ounce of hesitation or humor, before quickly running out the door with his things. 

“...Huh?”

And then Yuulis proceeded to malfunction, grabbing their hair with their hands, using the fistfuls of strands to curtain their cheeks even more than their bangs already were.

Unbeknownst to them, Ace stood there with a smile, with just enough self-control to hold himself back from laughing. 

So the three of us have hope after all.

While he didn’t think he’d be jealous seeing the love of his life giving a kiss to the other love of his life, he certainly did feel reassured that the sight filled him with nothing but affection.

Honestly, he just wished he had an excuse to kiss Yuulis as well.

VII. YUULIS

How is it that the more comfortable you feel in a home, the more vulnerable you become to unnecessary misery? At this point, it was a self-inflicted affliction that they could not help themselves from feeling and enduring. 

Of course, it was not the home itself that was the problem — the Trappola-Spade residence was a lovely, lovely place, and Yuulis thanked the lucky stars they still somehow had that their dwelling place this second time around would not require some arduous position to be had. 

The problem, inherently, was that their home was not a concrete place. After all, Twisted Wonderland wasn’t exactly home — it was just where home happens to be. It was a dangerous thing, turning someone, or in their case two someones, into a home, but they had gone and done just that.

Their presence was home, and their presence had made home comfortable — it was a simple fact that Ace and Deuce had done everything they could to make them feel at home, like they were that troublesome trio from all those years ago. All the same, it was obvious that they were being spoiled to make up for lost time. Thinking about that hurts that most — it makes them wonder if they never left in the first place, they wouldn’t have to try so hard to help them, to bring back what once was, because it never would have disappeared in the first place.

Maybe they would have a more recent photo atop the mantel.

It’s easy to think about the what-ifs, to read into Ace and Deuce’s treatment of them and how surprisingly affectionate they could get with them despite the years having passed, but they force themselves to not write it out as the feelings being mutual. It’s better, for their heart and for their friendship, to assume that everything being done is simply because they’re happy to have their best friend back, that they’re scared that with one wrong move, Yuulis will get up and leave for good.

And then, weeks stuck with an incurable guilt due to their unwaning feelings, a guilt that grew and crept into their system as though vines had replaced their veins, they finally decided that they should get up and leave. 

Not for good, the idea of hurting Ace and Deuce again hurt far more than any unrequited love they could experience, but for a while, for a night. Not even the whole night, just half of it. 

The timing was certainly right. With Deuce working a late-night shift and not expected back home until well past midnight, and Ace busy with an important work dinner at some hotel, they could simply… go to the nearest pub, the one they knew to be within walking distance, go get themselves decently wasted with whatever alcohol their pocket money could afford, and then go straight home. Ace and Deuce would never have to know. After all, it would just be a few drinks, just enough to drown their desires and wash away their wrongs. 

Nothing would go wrong.

VIII. ACE and DEUCE 

When Deuce gets a call from Ace, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore faint but present in the background, he’s immediately checking his watch to see how much time he had left before he could get off work.

“What do you mean Yuulis has gone missing?” Deuce tries not to panic — Ace was already panicking enough, and he knows audibly panicking would only add to the commotion — but the worry within has him fidgeting in his seat. Twenty minutes. He still has twenty minutes, the longest twenty minutes of his life.

Ace had left his event early to head home, only to find that Yuulis was nowhere to be found — nowhere in the living room where they usually resided, or the kitchen getting a late night snack, or even their bedroom, falling asleep earlier than usual. Ace then headed towards the beach, hoping that Yuulis simply took a late night stroll, but not a single soul could be seen walking along the sand.

“Then that means Yuulis went to one of the nearby towns or neighborhoods. I don’t think they could have gotten very far on foot,” at least, that was what Deuce hoped, “but I’ll do a last-minute patrol around the city just in case. Go drive around the area, maybe ask our neighbors — someone must have seen which direction they’ve gone.”

“Sevens, do I love you” Ace breathes out, “so glad we have you to help. Call me if you find them, and if not we can divide the remaining areas.”

“We will find them,” Deuce asserts. He’s determined more than ever, hastily grabbing a pen to map out the best patrol route, the places to check first should Yuulis not be in the city. “I’ll be going now — love you, and stay safe.”

It doesn’t take too long to locate Yuulis. After searching around the house, Ace had realized that Yuulis had taken their phone with them, and he and Deuce hoped that much was enough to have Ortho, awake and alerted by their distress message, pinpoint Yuulis’ location. Even an estimate would work!

Ortho, a blessing in every single way, had gone above and beyond by sharing not just an address but exact GPS coordinates, one that would change with every movement detected.

However, the numbers had neither been going up nor down for either latitude or longitude for what must have been an hour, according to Ortho. They had gone to a nearby pub, stayed there for a few hours, then crashed somewhere half an hour to midnight. 

The revelation chilled Ace and Deuce, causing them to immediately speed up to the location without a second thought towards any driving violations. Yuulis could have been in danger — perhaps they had dropped their phone in that location, perhaps they had fainted, perhaps they were hurt and unable to move. They had to find them as quickly as possible, for all of their sakes.

When they did finally find Yuulis, their body barely fitting the downward slope of a kiddie slide in a playground, they couldn’t even take the time to breathe out sighs of relief at finally finding them, immediately honed in on making sure Yuulis had only fallen asleep instead of suffering from alcohol poisoning or some other health complication.

After a minute, thankfully it was only a minute, of shaking Yuulis’ shoulders and pinching them as hard as possible, they had woken up — still seemingly out of it, if the smile on their face was enough to go off of.

“Acey~ Deucey~ my favorite people in all of Twisted Wonderland! Just what are the two of you doing here in my–”

“What we’re doing here? What are you doing here?!” Ace exclaimed, the combination of every emotion from tonight finally causing him to burst. “It’s not enough that you reek of alcohol, you were passed out drunk on a playground of all places! Drinking so carelessly? What were you thinking?!”

“Well~ have you considered that maybe I wasn’t thinking! I didn’t want to think, Ace!” Yuulis said, clearly far away from having sobered up, yet despite their humorous tone, there was something in their words that suggested they were being completely honest, a frustration purposefully kept hidden from them.

“We have alcohol at home, Yuulis,” Deuce said, doing their best to keep Yuulis upright — a slide was far from being a comfortable place to sit, and if they weren’t being so stubborn about staying put he would have lifted them up to talk back home instead. Neither Deuce nor Ace were comfortable with having a drunk and awake passenger. “If you wanted a drink, you could have just asked — or even just opened one right up! We could have all gone down to the pub together, if you really wanted!”

Yuulis let out a laugh, one different from their usual poise and rhythmicity, lacking their usual smooth lilt. Even the way they spoke had changed. It was raspy and unrestrained, yet not low and dark. Rather, there was an almost chimerical quality to it, as though they were tired yet fanciful, or tired of being fanciful. The voice of a self-aware dreamer.

“Who said I wanted to be home or around the both of you?” Ace and Deuce flinched, but they did their due diligence to simmer the hurt boiling within them. It was far more important that they listen to whatever Yuulis had to say, drunk or otherwise — maybe the both of them had done something wrong, something they needed to fix.

“Hey, did something happen? Did we do something wrong?” Ace asked, crouching down on the ground with Deuce, his initial anger pushed aside in favor of concern. “Were we coddling you too much? Suffocating you? Shit, if that’s it, we’ll ease up, you know? Just–”

Ace stopped, knowing what they needed to hear wasn’t an explanation from their end, “–if you need us to stop, just tell us and we–”

“No,” Yuulis interjected, the elongated pronunciation magnifying their displeasure at the idea. “I like it when the both of you do things with me in mind. When Deuce gave me his old books from NRC because he knew I wanted to learn the things I couldn’t after I left, when you started asking me to help you with chores around the house and going with you to the market because you knew I didn’t want to sit still and be useless… I even know about how the both of you are planning on surprising me by inviting Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, and even Grim over so we could see each other again…

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I like it so much that I want more from the both of you.”

Ace and Deuce dared not interrupt, but in truth their hearts were hammering in their chests, in their ears, through whatever walls there were preventing them from speaking out their own feelings for Yuulis.

“I love Ace and I love Deuce. Always have, and still do. I know I shouldn’t ask for more… the both of you are so happy together, but sometimes I think that the three of us… if I hadn’t left… I knew I would miss you both but I hadn’t realized just how much, I hadn’t realized a lot of things, but now it’s…”

“It’s not too late,” Deuce replies instantly, unable to help himself and unwilling to allow a misunderstanding to develop. They should ask for more, as much as they want, and he and Ace would turn the world upside down to hand it to them. 

“It’s always been the three of us — who’s to say that doesn’t extend to our feelings? We love–”

Ace gets cut off by a sudden burst of drunken laughter — Yuulis had not sobered up at all, as it seemed. The both of them assumed Yuulis, at the worst case scenario, had thought they were playing a prank. The best case scenario would have been them laughing at how long it took for all three of them to finally get into a relationship, as it was always meant to be. 

But Yuulis’ reply had surprised the two of them.

“Ah, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it? If Ace and Deuce actually returned my feelings,” Yuulis sighed, and even with the hand Deuce had pressed against their back they had begun to fully lean back on the slide, as if to lie down. “But it feels so good to let it all out! Even if it’s just another one of my dreams, at least I finally got to confess in this one!”

“Yuulis, this–”

Deuce put a hand atop of Ace’s shoulder, quietly muttering, “It can wait until tomorrow.”

It was said that people became their most honest selves after a few drinks, intoxicated, their true forms unraveling in front of the people around them. All the same, it was said that the truth dribbled from people’s mouths easily under the influence — maybe not so freely flowing at first, maybe with a pepper-like anger, but even if it was slow and viscous like honey, the truth would eventually drip and drip and spill, flies flocking to the sweetness.

But Ace and Deuce were people who truly, deeply, indubitably loved Yuulis, and it didn’t feel right to return their confession on the chance that they’d forget tonight. 

“Right, now that you’ve let it all out you can finally go back to dreamland, Yuulis,” Deuce murmured, humming a lullaby as he watched Ace pat the top of their head, an unmistakable look of adoration.

“Mhm, we’ll be with you when you wake. We promise.” After all, it would be Sunday tomorrow — or, really, it was already Sunday. The things that needed to be said, whatever would become of them, it could all wait until after the sun rose from the sea again.

IX. ACE and DEUCE and YUULIS

Muscle aches; an unusual level of sluggishness; a thirst to an unquenchable degree; a random spurt of dizziness; and a heightened sensitivity to light and sound, despite the fact that the curtains were closed and the room was terribly silent — Yuulis recognized all of these as symptoms of a hangover… or a potion gone wrong, but considering Yuulis remembered everything from last night, they were certain it was a hangover.

Speaking of remembering everything… Yuulis groaned quietly, filled with embarrassment — of all ways to confess their feelings, no, the thought of even confessing their feelings in the first place… how could they have done that? While they would not deny a certain level of relief, a path opening up to closure, they had felt at the time, morning come had filled them with a whole new set of troubles.

Could they not have at least confessed with some dignity?

“Yuulis?”

Yuulis froze, wishing themselves to somehow fall back asleep, just to avoid the conversation for a little longer… and also because they were still incredibly out of it, just for entirely different reasons and a whole other level of ache.

It didn’t work, Ace immediately registered that Yuulis had woken up, shifting in his spot atop the bed — not lying down, more seated as though he were lounging, like he was in the middle of reading a book or a manicure — to hand Yuulis a glass of water, a pill they didn’t recognize, and…

“Chocolate,” the redhead replied, the plastic of the wrapper gently scraping the palm of his hand as Yuulis hesitantly took it. “I don’t think it really helps the hangover — that’s what the omelette Deuce is making is for — but I figured you’d want some right now, or after you drink the pain reliever. It’s a tough pill to swallow.”

They did, they did need some, just to soothe them for the discussion that would inevitably come. They could probably eat a whole bar, though they doubted their stomach would treat them kindly if they did just that.

With Ace’s help, Yuulis sat upright, the both of them quiet as they drank the pain reliever, and whatever bitterness they had to taste was immediately replaced by the sweetness of the chocolate — it was one of Yuulis’ favorites, they realized belatedly, and Ace just had it lying around their room for them to consume.

They also finally realized just where they had slept that night.

“I must have taken up a lot of space, I’m sure it was a tight fit,” Yuulis muttered, still finding it difficult to look Ace in the eye. “Sorry about that.”

“Not at all, Yuulis. The bed has always been too big just for me and Ace,” Deuce replied, walking into the room with a tray of food, including the so-called hangover cure that was the omelette. He placed it on one of the desks before joining the both of them back in bed. Breakfast could wait. “I’m more sorry you had to sleep with me and Ace snoring all night.”

“I didn’t notice, I was too… too…” Yuulis sighed, already feeling the urge to hide themselves with their hair, the blankets, anything, “listen, about last night–”

“Yuulis, we don’t have to talk about it now,” Deuce interrupted. Yuulis might have taken it the wrong way if they had chosen to look at anywhere but Ace and Deuce, but at that moment they did look at Deuce, and upon recognizing that look in his eyes, the very same look of love he always gave Ace, Yuulis closed their mouths, preventing any outbursts, or at the very least their heart from leaping out of their throat. “We love you too, but we also know you’re not feeling that well from last night.”

“You must have drank a lot to get that level of wasted, right?” Ace added, humor evident as he grabbed one of their hands, a smile growing as he peppered kisses atop their scars. Yuulis wished they could return it — Ace’s freckles, possibly, and even Deuce with his cheeks, if only to pay him back for last time. “But Deuce is right — I mean, I did tell you last night that we would be with you when you woke up. We meant it in every single way.”

“Really?” Yuulis whispered, more in relief than in disbelief. 

“Really,” Deuce nodded, “however we choose to go forth later… just know that our feelings for you are the same.”

“Thank you.” They yawned suddenly, perhaps a side-effect of the medicine, or perhaps their lack of sleep calling them back to slumber.

“Silly Yuulis, there’s no need to thank us for anything,” Ace replied, lifting the duvet and blankets to allow all three of them to comfortably slink back to bed. “We should thank you… for coming back home.”

“Home, of course,” Yuulis muttered, resting their head against Ace’s chest, Deuce’s against their back, From the moment Yuulis met Ace and Deuce, they wished they knew how important the two would be to them, that they would spend all their years missing them, that they would be home. 

“We’re all finally home. It’s like how it was always meant to be”

Deuce draws the curtains to cover up the sun, but it was as if it had remained through the warmth of their bodies and their souls, finally all intertwined and woven as one.

“Let’s sleep in a little longer.”

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[1] i used the moon and stars to represent deuce since it seemed fitting because of the wish upon a star/dance and wishes event. also, it shows how Yuulis is quite “otherworldly” and the “distance” there seems to be between them and ADeuce at the very beginning (and, well, for the years prior). I wanted Deuce to come off as the more hopeful of the two in regards to Yuulis, as the sky is always romanticized and admired due to their beauty and distance.

[2] for ace, i went with the wind. ace is confident in his wind magic, and I chose to interpret it as him having a “good relationship with the wind”. The wind is one of those things that some people romanticize, but at the same time something seen as harsh (e.g., gust of winds), or as something neutral and “it is what it is”. I chose to use the wind to showcase the mixture of Yuulis being seen as a “calm and cool” presence, as well as Ace’s feelings that they're fleeting and, just like the circulation of the wind, the inevitability of them coming and going. Basically, while Deuce is “hope”, Ace is “certain”. I actually had to read about the wind on National Geographic to make sure I was getting it right. Similarly, compared to Deuce who looks at distance (both physically and comfortability), Ace is the one who first points out Yuulis’ hair length, as well as comparing it to Deuce’s, to signify the passage of time.

[3] the number five in scene five. this talks about both SCENE V and the line from SCENE V, “The clock had struck three — it would be five in two, and the two would wake soon enough”. To briefly talk about numbers symbolism, in Pythagoreanism (as in Pythagoras “a^2 + b^2 = c^2”, the math dude), the number 5 symbolized marriage (of course, the explanation is kinda… you know, with 2 being a “female” number because even, 3 being “male” because they gave numbers gender for some reason I’d rather not look up a deep dive on, but you know, let’s push that aside). This second symbolism is unintentional, but apparently one of Venus’ (the Roman Goddess of Love) symbols is a pentagram (or, you know, five-pointed star) aptly named “Pentagram of Venus”, so I guess that adds to it! But I was mostly referencing the math dude because I’m a nerd.

[4] “I LOVE THEM LIKE YOU”. I worded this in a particular way so it can be interpreted two ways, “I love them like you (do)”, and “I love them like (i love) you”. I wondered if I should expound more on their Ace and Deuce’s discussion, but I think they’re both very secure in their relationship and feelings for each other, so they focus on Yuulis and the idea of including Yuulis.

#nathya twst writing #nathya comm pieces #twst x oc #twst #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #twisted wonderland

[red-balloon12]

A more put together rant/review for Murder Drones EP: 6

(Spoilers Below)

Okay…so now that I’m more calmed down about the recent murder drones episode, I can express my thoughts a bit more….calmly.

So first off: Tessa and J-

I really thought the main group was gonna fight Tessa and J but I was surprised when they didn’t. I don’t have that many thoughts for J but seeing N and V reunite with J was pretty sweet (if only Uzi shut up about killing J for once. That would have been nice) but as for Tessa, Tessa was pretty badass, the whole thing worth the raptors not being able to handle the sight of actual blood was interesting. And that kinda adds to the whole thing about the humans trying to wipe out the drones asap. Despite Tessa helping the group, I don’t fully trust her and I feel like N and Uzi (mostly N) is/are gonna have to fight her at some point.

The “New Bots”, Moose Head and Cowboy Egg Baby-

I mildly enjoyed these too. They kinda remind me of those characters you see in a zombie apocalypse that’s been there for a while and had gotten the hang of how things worked. Moose Head obviously knows Uzi’s mom and it seems like the show is setting up a SU like resolution where Uzi’s mom as actually kinda bad and did some horrible stuff both on her own and under the influence of the Absolute Solver. Moose Head also knew how to deal with the disassembly drones. Putting magnets on their heads. I don’t think anyone said anything about the magnets yet so I’m gonna. I wonder if the magnets are gonna come back. That was a very interesting piece lore that literally no one’s talking about.

As for the egg boi….I don’t have a lot to say about him except….baby. Precious baby.

And now for the part you’re probably waiting for…

Nuzi and V’s death-

I know I’m in the minority when I say this…and I know this isn’t what the NUzi shippers need right now but I need to say it so that I can have clarity.

I can’t or will never be able to ship/support Nuzi as long as V is dead.

I know this is petty of me but please let me explain my reasoning.

The fact that Nuzi’s first sign of mutual attraction came in the SAME episode as V’s death rubs me the wrong way for several reasons. First of all, N’s feelings for Uzi legit came out of no where. Before episode 6 it was clear that Uzi had a thing for N but nothing in the past episodes gave me an indication that N liked Uzi back in that way. We know that N deeply cares for Uzi, yes but his way of caring for her gave me “big bro” vibes rather than “I’m in love with you” vibes.

N’s mutual attraction to Uzi doesn’t feel earned to me. It just feels shoe horned in so we can finally say that N and Uzi do like each other. And I don’t need N to be like “yeah! I love Uzi!” But they could have given us N longingly glancing at Uzi while she’s fighting or when she isn’t looking. SOMETHING to indicate N did like her back. My dude didn’t even blush once at Uzi before episode 6.

And then we have V’s death. V’s death ALSO doesn’t feel earned because like I said in my pre post about this, V’s been sidelined for the majority of this show. I know for a fact that there’s people in the fandom that didn’t give a damn about her death/celebrating her death and as malevolent as that is, I can’t fully blame them because V’s role in the show didn’t have much impact in the grand scheme of things. Her time with N and Uzi consisted of her terrorizing Uzi, keeping things from N and even temporarily killing him and needing to be rescued by the both of them. And through out the episodes, this formula mostly doesn’t change.

Sure there’s the scenes where she’s looking at how N and Uzi interact and she’s probably feeling left out and less sure about her chances with N, but there wasn’t a time where N or Uzi (especially Uzi) had a real heart to heart with V that would warrant the audience feeling bad for V/caring about her death. There’s a reason why the majority of people pissed about her death and also eNVy shippers.

And then when V finally gets that big amount of growth for her character, she dies. It just feels so cheap. Like I’ve been cheated out of what could have been V finally accepting N not liking her back anymore and her supporting N and Uzi while still helping them. Or even that and her staring to be better and that revives N’s love for V as well.

V didn’t have to die for NUzi to happen. She didn’t have to die period. She SHOULDN’T have to die. Her death (as well as the feelings the scene is trying to provoke) feels unearned and unnecessary. Until I get confirmation that this isn’t what the writers were trying to do, I’m blaming V’s death on NUzi and that’s why can’t ship NUzi. If the show just TRIED harder to utilize V more, I’m convinced we could have had both NUzi AND eNVy but instead, NUzi is canon and V’s dead.

#murder drones #murder drones salt #slight murder drones fandom salt #md nuzi #NUzi salt #eNVy #n x v #justice for v #murder drones rant #murder drones spoilers #murder drones v #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones tessa #murder drones j

[shadowhunterssizzy]

So i’ve promised myself not to engage with the whole theories/ship wars stuff anymore because sometimes i get really mad about certain comments but today i feel petty and full of rage after reading a lovely comment on FB about pregnancies and stuff so here we go:

1- ACOTAR fandom has a really big, BIG, big problem with fertility and misoginy in general but this has been accentuaded since ACOSF. If you’re a big sarah janet maas stan don’t get mad at me but i need to vent about a few things. The pregnancy trope in ACOSF was harmful, painful and triggering. She wrote that scene just to redeem Nesta instead of having her talk and figure out her shit with her own sister. Giving up her powers to change feyre’s pelvis and save her baby was extremely painful to read and to witness but the conversations after that are even more harmful, however, i’m not going to exent Sarah from her responsibility at this because let’s be real she’s the main problem here. By changing nesta’s and feyre’s pelvis and being vague about elain she left open the fact that maybe elain couldn’t have children in the future. And of course, people are going to use that as a ‘’excuse’’ to defend their ship or attack the ship they don’t like. ‘’Azriel is not going to end up with elain bc she can’t have his babies’’, ‘’she destroyed elriel with the womb stuff because elain won’t have his kids’’, ‘’she said we would see a lot of kids in the future books but elain’s womb is the same so she can’t be with azriel’’, ‘’azriel and elain aren’t endgame because her pelvis is the same and she would die in childbirth’’... just SHUT UP. Shut the fuck up because first of all this is very nasty stuff. . Some women can’t have kids. Some women don’t even want to have kids. Some women want to talk with their partners and choose if they want to have kids. Some women aren’t CIS . Some women had an abortion and lost their kid. Some women had a traumatic childbirth like Feyre and lost their kid or suffer from trauma about it. Some women are forced to have kids. My point here is that every time you bring up feyre and the pelvis plot you can hurt someone who is real and who is reading your comments thinking damn... i can’t have kids... if azriel can’t be with elain bc her pelvis is not okay does this mean i won’t either?. Does this mean my partner would leave me for someone with flexible bones who can carry their babies?. Give.me.a.break. Seriously. Stop it. I’s been 2 years since ACOSF came out and every day i wake up and i see a bad take about feyre, her baby, and elain’s pelvis. It seems like the star of the book is elain and her vagina because you sure as hell talk more about her pelvis than her. This is insane. I don’t know how sarah is going to end up the books but if these people are right i’m going to be really mad.

2- Lucien deserves happiness so therefore he has to be with elain?. Oh, so you admit it?. You see women as a prize that has to be given to a male because he’s been suffering?. What about elain?. Sometimes i do worry about the friends that are surrounded by these people because imagine asking for advice and being told: ‘’Karen, sweetie, he’s traumatized. You need to be with him. He’s nice, he’s respectful, he’s been suffering, you need to choose him and shut up because i feel pity for him. You are the consolation prize’’. In which moment are women the prize men deserve just because they suffered?. Elain suffered as well. A LOT. Feyre suffered. Nesta did. And yet i don’t see anyone saying omg but elain deserves this guy because poor thing, she went naked into the cauldron and changed against her will. Where’s the pity for elain?. Where’s her agency?. Why is always lucien this, lucien that but never Elain?. I don’t understand but sometimes it is scary to read some of these theories. I feel as if the handmaid’s tale has become something really real thanks to the ACOTAR fandom. 

Margaret Atwood, you need to have a talk with Sarah J Maas, please and thank you

#acotar #elriel #proelain #anti gw*nriel #anti el*cien #anti acosf #rant #proelainarcheron

[respectthepetty]

I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, so welcome to

CockTails in the Skyy! (there's no pun; stop laughing)

First up is Rum-Antics (Romantics + Rum & Antics) with Never Let Me Go

I have to make the drink first. *pause*

spiced rum (since I can't get Mekhong)

smashed blueberries (for that purple color that Nueng and Palm always had during their lovey-dovey scenes)

ginger ale (because I think Nueng was studying abroad in England, but if not . . . it is what it is)

brown sugar and lime juice on the rim (for class differences)

It's not even close to the purple I was going for, but it reminds me of the beach they went to and the filter that was used for it!

Okay! I got my drink. I'm in my rocking chair. I'm ready!

I'm already disgusted, and I don't know if it's because I put three shots of rum or because Palm is so in love with Nueng.

It's Palm. I can hold my liquor. He is disgusting. But this brown sugar and lime rim SMACKS!

The product placement and Nueng's attitude will be consistent I see.

TAM! Why did nobody mention her?!

The dad is alive? I don't know why I thought he was not alive.

I made this drink too strong. I don't know what is happening!

Oh, now I see why people are upset about the Master's. Palm had plans. Oh shit.

WHY ARE THEY GOING WITH THIS MAN?! (for plot reason, I know I know)

I like that Nueng in the series was like, "put the bad fortunes back" and Palm is now all, "don't listen to this rando" because that's *growth*

It's only been sixteen minutes?! I finished the drink already, so switching to sangria.

Palm is laying it on thick with the "we will be together." Read the room, sir. Your man is not on board.

IS THAT INTHA?! WITH A MACHETE?! He really got worse since high school!

They are hiding from him all over again with the finger on the lip just like the high school hall way.

HAHAHAHA! Why am I laughing that Intha just busted up their lovers' hug?

Phum/Petch is CRAWLING!

He pulled a Keke Palmer and really told Palm, "I don't know that man. Sorry to that man" about Nueng.

I knew who it would be, yet that reveal was FIRE! Why is my mouth open? *picks jaw up off the floor*

Them sitting by water reminds me that I need to drink water. I'm drinking too fast.

Nueng needs to get slapped for playing jokes in the Time of Cholera.

Nueng is making that Game of Thrones smile with this meal conversation.

Palm having his Devil Wears Prada moment and dismissing Petch is the petty behavior I love!

Perhaps Phum is an asshole to Palm in the present because Palm was an asshole to him in the past.

Nueng/Phuwin is a pretty boy. No further comment.

I hope Phuwin gets paid for his skills. Run him his money.

Kla really said, "we don't want to welcome the colonizers" by learning their language; they need to learn OUR language being on OUR land.

Oh, the Marc/Pawin feels are strong two drinks in.

Obviously, they have had to graduate from high school, but Palm confirming they did is wild to me since they were on the beach falling in love for most of that last year.

This is why I can't do historical dramas. There is no good time for me or my people to go back to. If the present still ain't it, why would I want to travel to an even worse time?

Oh shit! My ass just sobered up during this argument. Palm is spitting straight facts!

I'M FULLY SOBER NOW! A whipping?!

Nah, Petch deserves the energy Palm is giving him in this lifetime.

I might not actually be sober because that ending was rocky.

ANOTHER RUM-ANTIC for episode 2

Now Nueng is a teacher. Is he being paid for this service?!

It's Palm's birthday, yet he said being with Nueng is enough. Definitely not a fire sign, for sure.

Why does Pawin play shady so damn well?!

I already knew he wanted to flirt, but hearing it in the same sentence as "lashed, punished, and accused of doing an immoral act" just ruins the vibe a bit.

They really have time to write their feelings and bury them. This is why Palm is sleeping past noon.

Palm - My guy is out of my league. Nueng - My guy is stupid.

Fly, baby gay. FLY!

I should know how to count in Thai by now, at least to five.

I HATE GROUPS SINGING "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"!

And now Nueng is rattling off a poem. I cannot. I'm not drunk enough for this.

Sike! *record scratch* Y'all, I was expecting that hug to work too.

But at least we get more of this!

I don't like this plan. This is not a good plan.

Palm's walk is too much right here with this background music.

I'm thrilled my man is staying booked and busy after Ai Long Nhai.

That was a sick burn - "Even when you're reborn, you'll still be an asshole"

So they needed to experience a historical hate crime to get back? Cool beans.

I let the blueberries sit in the brown sugar and poured the juice in with the liquor. It is hitting right now in the best way as I entered the final quarter.

Phum asking if they remember him, their bully, is peak bully audacity.

A Zoomer buying a house? Definitely fictional.

Past era Palm and Nueng beating the "they were best friends and brothers" allegations! (unlike some other past "brothers" *cough* Dome x Khatha)

I know this is Pond and Phuwin's vehicle but Marc and Pawin are the drivers now!

I would like to link to the countless posts I wrote about Palm always choosing kindness and these two making the other stronger even through they are opposites, but that rum is hitting and I'm having to squint to focus.

Nah! I'm trying to get a visa for New Zealand right now for the World Cup, and it's a process. How did Palm get a whole ass passport and a ticket in a week?! Most unrealistic thing that happened in this show about two lovers being sent to the past.

These two talking about wanting to go back into the past to be enemies like they wouldn't rather stab themselves than give the other a paper cut. Pu-lease

OH SHIT! It's the singing I was warned about!

I know it's the theme song, but MUTE!

I don't know what happened at that end because I blacked out from the singing, but I know it was good.

Congratulations, Palm and Nueng on whatever happened!

Now that I am properly tipsy, I'm going to rate the Rum-Antics. The first was a 7/10 CockTails for too much rum and no Chopper, but the second was a hard 8/10 CockTails for its blueberry and brown sugar sweetness with MarcPawin, so I'm going to split the difference.

7.5/10 CockTails for my first OUTting.

Let's see how Pawin steals the show next week with Star in My Mind.

JOONGDUNK SUPREMACY!!!!!!

#Our Skyy 2 #Never Let Me Go #episodes 1 & 2 #Palm x Nueng #Cocktails in the Skyy

[spotconln]

hi i’m back on my filipino spot agenda. got a snippet of a 92sies/uksies rewrite that i’m working on! 

“No Decision For Trolley Strikers!” hollers Spot. “Union Meeting Reaches Stalemate!” 

The third day of the new price has yet to truly hurt the newsies yet, but the mood coming into the distribution yard that morning was significantly more dour than the previous day. There wasn’t a person that hadn’t sent a glare their distributors’ way and there were comments thrown that were sharp enough to cut. 

Spot feels drained already and she’s only sold ten of her stack of hundred. It’s been an hour of selling, normally she could knock out at least twenty by now.

Maybe takin’ Kelly up on strikin’ would’a been the smart move, she thinks snidely, Could’a gotten a free day off. 

She shakes her head, no use in dwelling over it now. A choice was made. It’s up to Manhattan to prove whether it’s worth joining. She hasn’t heard anything from the other borough since the day the prices went up, and while she knows not to expect anything so soon, the silence feels odd. As if she should be hearing screams and explosions over from the other end of the bridge. But, she waits. 

“Fighting Breaks Out at Strike Meeting!” Not technically a lie. There was only a tiny bit of arguing between strike leaders and trolley higher ups. It manages to get her a sale; an older man who barely gives her time between throwing the coin in her direction and stealing the paper from her hands. “Salamat, po,” she huffs under her breath, stuffing the cent into her pocket. The same one where her treasured newspaper scrap still hides. 

She’s finishing a sale with a kinder woman who hands her a nickel when she hears it. The words get lost in the cacophony of the streets for a moment, but when she moves closer to the ladies running the fabric vendor, the conversation becomes clear as day. 

“They did what?” gasps one woman. 

“Knocked down the wagon carts and tore up newspapers, those Manhattan kids.” the other shakes her head disapprovingly. 

I’ll be damned, Spot thinks, ‘Hattan’s got a backbone after all. 

“Oh, the absolute disrespect,” the first woman says. “All the hard work gone into making them, gone just like that. What was the reason?”

“I hear it’s all because it costs more to buy the papers now. Now, I don’t understand what the big deal is. If they wouldn’t act like such children and sold more, then they’d have the funds to handle the price change. Simple saving. It’s nothing but immature overreactions, if you ask me.” 

They continue to bash the newsies for striking, but Spot walks away. She’s heard enough. 

In a spiteful and petty fashion, Spot needs to prove that the newsies are anything but lazy and deserve to have a fair price. To have them read the headline one day and realize they were wrong, that their voices do matter and can make a difference. Manhattan also did hold up their end of the bargain. Making a statement and being proud about it. Standing their ground and showing Spot their commitment to the cause. She respects that, admires it. 

But mostly, it’s because striking is the right thing to do. It’s not just a childish rebellion, but a full scale revolution.

It isn’t fair for men like Pulitzer to switch the prices on them so suddenly and without a reason. Nor is it fair of her to allow her newsies to be taken advantage of, to put the idea in their heads that what they want doesn’t matter. They need to fight before more is taken from them: their voices, their jobs, their lives. They’re more than pawns to be controlled by the game makers, they have to flip the board over and rearrange the pieces. Remake the game from scratch.

It’s their work, who says that they can’t decide the rules?

While Spot is unprepared for the difficulties that lay ahead, she understands now that they are necessary risks to take. They can’t go on fearing the day the price change truly hits and they can’t afford to make a living as newsies anymore. Spot’s aware of the influence Brooklyn has amongst the newsies. She wants to be able to look back one day and be content that she took the chance instead of living surrounded by constant regrets and what ifs. 

The newspaper from the previous day finds itself in her hands and she reads its contents once more, soaking it in, clinging to it like a lifeline. 

We think the tenacity of the Filipino purpose has been underestimated. 

She feels like a young girl again, sitting in her mother’s lap as they sit by the window while the southern sun warms their skin and hearts. Listening in adoration as she tells the story of their ancestors joining the fray alongside American troops for the freedom of others. She recalls thinking that, one day, I’m gonna be jus’ like ‘em, protectin’ others an’ bein’ scared’a nothin’. I’m gonna be a leader, Nanay! 

Here’s her chance, her opportunity to be the leader her younger self would be in awe of.

Abandoning her selling, she traverses the streets with a purpose, passing on the decision to all the newsies she comes across. With every kid that joins her, she feels their presence feed into her confidence, giving her the motivation to continue on. 

Hey, Manhattan, the calvary’s comin’.

#im SO normal about her #newsies #fanfic #spot conlon #newsies uk #uksies #west endsies #newsies fanfic #that's our cue girls

[harmonyckrs]

DAY 7 in Twisted Strangetown: Investigating the Beakers

THE PREVIOUS DAY

Now that Vidcund is safe and Aktu is in Ajay's possession, Chloe and I figured it would be a good idea to move out and observe the Beakers. We told Pascal that we were doing a secret investigation to locate Bella Goth, which he seemed to take rather well.

He offered to escort us to the Beakers, which I initially assumed was out of kindness. It turned out there was another reason why he asked, though - that weird guy that Boss insisted we protect.

I'm not really into sex or romance, but I'm glad there's at least something going well for him after everything that happened.

Pascal also claimed that he got some valuable information to share to help us with our investigation in regards to "Bella Goth," but it turns out he just wanted to talk shit about Loki and make false claims about him being responsible for every bad thing that's ever happened in Strangetown. He and Chloe spent some time talking trash about him, even though our interactions with Loki are still incredibly limited and we have yet to figure out who he is a person.

Pascal tried to do the same for me, but unlike her, I take my job seriously (okay wow. I'm sorry for trying to enjoy myself and actually interact with other people for non-work related reasons? You gotta learn how to blend in man). I refuse to involve myself in petty drama, especially after what happened with Erin and Kristen.

Needless to say, Pascal did not appear happy about that. I expected better from him, considering his reputation as the most reasonable person in Strangetown. The competition doesn't really appear to be very strong considering the eccentric nature of everyone else, but I hope you can understand my point.

Mr. Beaker was out harassing the other two brothers while Mrs. Beaker was at work, which left only Mr. Subject inside of the house. I watched him try to cook hotdogs, but he ended up setting the grill on fire that nearly killed all three of us (and you didn't do shit when it came to putting it out lol). It's a miracle we were able to live (the miracle is called ME bitch. Give me some damn credit). Either way, I hope the Beakers are better at cooking than he is.

The General told me fascinating information about the Beakers, such as the rumors of Mr. Subject being their living test subject that they perform harmful and illegal experiments on. Erin also told me about her parents being well-loved scientists and not approving of her becoming an oracle, so I suppose Mr. Beaker may be the same way considering he follows the path of his parents.

On an unrelated note, a lot of people tend to think I was the golden child among Chloe and I as some kind of justification for why Chloe is the way she is. The truth is, that was neither of us. Aunt Glabe raised us the best she could, what with our father abandoning us for his new family. We don't know much about them at all since he never visited or wrote us letters, but Aunt Glabe mentioned that he had four kids.

FOUR FUCKING KIDS.

I'd understand abandonment if he wanted to live the childless life, but this is just irrefutable proof that we were unwanted! And the worst part? I don't even know where that man's grave is. Even if I wanted to yell at him and crush his tombstone the way he crushed my aunt's well-being, I can't.

On the bright side, the odds of me ever encountering any of those four kids is pretty low. I imagine they're probably all scattered around the world, living their best life with help from our father. I'm not even sure what they look like. For all I know, I could've encountered one or two of them already. The odds of me somehow meeting all four is really low.

THE NEXT DAY

#ts2 #strangetown with a twist #lola curious #chloe curious #pascal curious #nervous subject