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Okay, ignore if you don't wanna get into it & or don't have time for rambling lol xD That is a very interesting reading regarding season 6 & the parallels between Buffy/Spike Willow/Amy & Anya/D'hoffryn & as many times as I've thought about these parallels & what the writers might have meant & what we can read out of it...I've just never considered that showing the dynamics in themselves as bad & destined to go bad was the problem per se. Sure, it could've been handled better (particularly Willow & magic which occasionally became a rather too muddled metaphor) but also - it is, after all, a drama & the story is at a rather dark part of the arc. As a huge Buffy/Spike fan & someone who hates 'Seeing Red' with a firey passion - I still think it makes perfect sense that Buffy/Spike went bad & that there had to be a turning point for Spike though I wish it were a different one. Same with Willow & magic - her darker need for power was a long time coming arc & season 6 built it up so well starting with her resurrection of Buffy. Anya was handled awkwardly by the writers a lot by trying to make her the comedy relief but she was actually an evil demon who killed people for a long time & turning back to that (to me) seems clearly destined for bad. I read these parallels as ultimately an allegory for bad choices & unhealthy coping mechanisms which fit perfectly with season 6's themes of young adulthood & depression & addiction & self-harm through behaviors. For as many ways as I think BTVS went wrong with how it handled treating female characters' choices, I'm not sure that I think those situations you mentioned should've been treated as like - good & okay choices? It wouldn't have really fit with what the season was doing in my mind. So I'm curious if you have more thoughts on that, I'd love to hear them. & btw I'm not like, trying to argue or be annoying I'm genuinely so curious there's nothing I love more than overanalyzing buffy lol it's so fascinating & fun to me
(Ok after accidentally posting this when I just had some general ideas laid out now I have fleshed out an actual answer lol anyway)
First off, I always have time for rambling and overanalyzing, so jot that down. Now, onto your lovely rambly ask and an equally rambly overanalyzing reply:
Narratively, of course I get the complexities that come from these relationships and dynamics, they themselves weren't inherently bad, but the effects of them were, where they take the characters and the plot is dark, and I love that, it makes sense at this point in the story (though yeah I 100% agree that some of it really did not need to happen the way it did yes i am talking about seeing red fuck that shit and yeah Anya is way more complex than they let her be and the magic-addiction allegory really loses its potency really quickly and yeah a staff of mostly male writers for female characters definitely makes itself evident at times ANYWAY). Yeah, fundamentally, this is a show, so it needs a plot, and it's a good show, so it needs a complex plot that creates conflict and develops the characters and establishes sets of metaphors to enhance the story and characters, and these dynamics do that and set off a good amount of future conflict, which is great! That's how writing is supposed to work! Woo-hoo for cause and effect! I just meant, broadly speaking, zooming way out, we have characters going to people they know who also happen to reside in the supernatural part of their world, and bad stuff happens as a result, and that is an interesting pattern that we can look at through other lenses other than narrative and metaphorical purpose, if we so choose (and I often do bc it's fun lol).
I agree they're all three unhealthy coping mechanisms and it fits really well in the season, and I'm not saying Willow going to get hits of magic was a great call, or Anya going back to killing as a job is a good career move (even tho we love a girlboss), or Buffy pushing everything down and using Spike to work through her depression was an ideal form of therapy. I was just musing on the fact that all of their coping mechanisms were supernatural in some way, and the show tends to be kind of black and white about demons unless they want comic relief out of them or if they're a main character (and then only sometimes do they get the greyscale treatment, and even less often with the appropriate complexity (hello Anya my beloved)). Of course, this absolutism way of dealing with morality fades as the show goes on, but I do think the writers tended to stick to the "demon bad, human good" concept more often than not, and the fact that these three instances have the coping mechanisms be supernatural beings is interesting. As we went over, yes, narratively it makes sense for these relationships to lead to badness, but pulling back, I also see it as a way the writers are saying "See? You turn to a witch or a demon or a vampire, you're gonna go bad too, they'll just corrupt you." It might be a bit of a radical interpretation of the text, but the idea of a human going to a supernatural being and it having a damaging impact is a common thread throughout the show, and while it tends to make narrative sense, it also says something about how we are meant to perceive the supernatural, and I think it's a little close-minded (again, looking way far into this but it is fun); Buffy tries to be with Angel, a vampire, but he fucks up Buffy's perception of romantic love and relationships, Giles' ex lover friend Ethan Rayne, a warlock, is only ever there to cause trouble, Ford goes to Spike to get turned and a bunch of people almost get killed and he dies, Faith throws in with the Mayor and turns bad and kills people, Maggie Walsh studies and frankensteins demons and dies at the hands (skewer?) of her creation that then kills more people and becomes a big bad, Riley gets his blood sucked a la vampire prostitution and ruins (well, speeds up the inevitable ruination of) his and Buffy's relationship. And the of course we have the fuckedupedness that is seeing red, though that is widely because j*ss wh*d*n hated that people liked Spike and wanted to change that. But even in that case, he was saying "oh you like this demon character? Fuck you, he's evil and you better not fucking forget it." And I guess that's what I'm kind of getting at, we're not supposed to like supernatural characters because they are Bad, we see again and again that demons and magic practitioners are Bad and no good comes from associating with them. But like, why? Not all of them are bad, some are downright kittenish (looking at you Clem, my beloved), and generalizing like that leads to the kind of massive confusion and shame Buffy feels about her attraction to Spike, as well as a kind of boring view on massive groups of people (yes I am calling demons people, that's my point).
So, I'm not really saying these dynamics should've been seen as perfect and good, I'm just saying they're part of a larger pattern that delineates supernatural beings as a largely Bad group, I don't think that's fair or fun.
There is also a whole other layer to this where the supernatural is a metaphor for queerness, and saying supernatural beings are Bad and Wrong and their Badness and Wrongness will rub off on you if you hang out with them is akin to parents not wanting their kids to have gay teachers or friends, or people not wanting to introduce their friends to their partner bc fear of rejection.
Ps- anon you did not come across as arguey or annoying at all! I love that my little dot connecting made you want to talk more about the idea! Absolutely no worries, overanalyzing Buffy is endlessly fun and fascinating to me too :D
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100 Dialogue prompts
Trying this out (feel free to tweak out any grammatical errors) so writers who are bored, have at it! ♥
Mix of Fluff, Angst and Smut
“I don’t see you that way”
“I will just do as I’m told. As I’ve always done”
“Have you never ridden a bike/horse before?”
“You don’t have to be so…formal”
“What happened to us?”
“Good things don’t happen to me”
“Interested in palm reading?”
“Bowing to you felt right”
“There, let me help you.”
“Next time, listen to yourself and not me”
“Why do you want to get in trouble so badly?”
“It’s him/her…isn’t it?”
“Are you keeping it?”
“Good to see a familiar face”
“You never had to ask me anything, let alone beg”
“Oh you again?!”
“I need to take you somewhere”
“With you gone, everything went wrong”
“Insufferable, see you at dinner”
“I wasn’t kissing you, I was saving your life!”
“You did all this already, why not finish the job?”
“I will look for you”
“I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t breathe”
“You knew about it?”
“I will atone for what he/she did”
“You need to start having some faith.”
“Say what you want, I know what I’m feeling is right”
“It’s okay, you will move on. We will move on.”
“How much do you miss him/her? And what if you didn’t have to?”
“Focus on my hands, on my voice…”
“Perhaps you need to be reminded where you belong”
“I was fine having a non-sexual relationship with you, but instead I’m having non-relationship sex with him/her.”
“I wanted to do it for you and in hindsight it was a terrible idea”
“I’ve been inside him/her more than outside him/her”
“Don’t ask me with ‘please’, you’re paying me”
“Oh why won’t you just die already”
“Sometimes I wonder for how long have you wanted his/her heart and if you will ever stop”
“Filthy cheater, we go again!”
“Didn’t you pay your debt already?”
“I can’t get sick/injured.”
“You act like you’ve never been defeated”
“Diamond thrown into the trash still has the value of a diamond”
“I got engaged”
“All this was decided for me, I had no choice”
“I’m beginning to think not even the jail guards/cops want you around, given how many times they’ve let me bail you out”
“You, sir/madam, should watch your alcohol intake”
“I’ve been denying everyone, you’re not special”
“I’m not looking for a romance”
“Isn’t that immoral enough to tempt you?”
“We’re two sides of the same fucked up coin”
“That’s what I like to see, you are your parents’ best indeed!”
“You have nothing to lose right?”
“Oh I can’t wait to hear you sing”
“Anything you’d like to add to the conversation?”
“Hi.”
“You need to stop making me pick you up in places someone may see”
“I thought I was a puppeteer pulling the strings but instead I was a back seat audience”
“I want names, I want addresses, I’m gonna make them pay.”
“You know where to find me if you ever want me again.”
“My mother is visiting in like 5 minutes”
“Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?”
“Not being able to reciprocate has been the hardest part of my life”
“Did you kill someone?”
“Envious of my youth, are we?”
“The others may have gotten away…”
“I found you. Found you looking like you didn’t want to be found”
“Did we use to be a thing?”
“I can fix this. I can fix this…”
“Weird question, are you a supernatural being? Be honest”
“We should have never played Gods”
“Must you be so harsh with me all the time?”
“What did all these men/women do to deserve you?”
“We have a reputation to uphold”
“May I have this dance?”
“I am a bad influence on you!”
“Let’s make history”
“Who the hell wants to live forever.”
“Feeling any different?”
“Time waits for no one”
“You got your happy-ever-after. And for all I know, it’s because I didn’t.”
“Try that again and you’re gonna lose it”
“Didn’t I say one of these days you’re gonna be the death of me?”
“Do you know what my answer was?”
“You look pathetic.”
“Almost didn’t recognize your voice when it’s not yelling at me”
“I often find myself talking to those no longer here as well”
“Excuse me, this is not a buffet”
“I don’t suspect you because I’m the one who put him/her in the ground”
“You look like someone who likes a good gamble”
“I am poison”
“Feel free to stay as long as you need”
“You don’t need to understand, just be a good little thing”
“I’m gonna need your driver’s license, your ID and your phone number please~”
“Say my name”
“You…are telling the truth”
“Is that why you did that? Back there?”
“Stop reading my mind”
“I can teach you”
“How can you laugh?”
“Pretty pictures. I don’t have any”
“Heaven may fall, but __ can’t die.”
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The light and the dark
Type: series
Part: 2/?
Other parts here
Pairing: Azriel x reader
Summary:What happens when Feyre returns home for the second time, well the first time for Yn.
*3rd person pov*
Feyre sits arguing with Nesta as them, Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, and Elain sit at the long table when the bang of a door swinging open sounds from downstairs and the yell of the youngest Archeron follows “I’m home” Yn stomps into the room with her head down before turning and shrugging off her coat, Feyre notes her sisters gained more muscle, and scars.
“Man this guy he fucking- he fucking clawed at my face man, like a fucking cat.” Yn still hadn’t noticed the fae in her room or the fact that Feyre had stood from her seat. “Oh um I was planning to uh go out to search for Feyre again tomorrow by the way.” That causes the four fae to freeze. She hadn’t known? Finally Yn turns to face the table and Feyre has just enough time to study the jagged talon scar across her face-the one from Tamlin. “Feyre?” Yn lunges at her sister, burying her head in her chest as she’s pulled just as tight, tears escaping both female eyes.
The girl turned far freezes as her sister pulls away and her hands move curiously to her ears, Rhysand growing more tense and ready to step in if needed, “gods I didn’t think you could get more beautiful sister.” A small smile graces Yn’s lips as she continues to study her sister.
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*yns pov*
A small humorless laugh leaves my sister, “I thought you’d hate me. That that was the reason you weren’t here the first time I returned?”
I freeze, my body going rigid, “you-you’ve been here before?” My face falls as it dawns on me, “Nesta, you lied to me! While I was out searching for my sister she was here? You never.” I shake my head, “I can’t believe you. I can’t, gods you really are a selfish bitch.” My mouth is open in disbelief pain and hate in my eyes.
“Yn. Please calm- calm down.” Feyre’s voice is so soft I barely hear it as she holds my arm, I turn to her and nod and that’s when I notice them. I’d been to worked up to notice the three males in the room, two adorning wings-Illyrians as I had read and the other what seems to be a high fae.
I storm to the violet eyed high fae knowing he’s the one that can transform to a beast. “You bastard! You took her from me!” Before anyone has time to react I’m on top of the male as he lies on the ground, landing blow after blow to his face. “You took her! You kidnapped her, what did you do with her? Why-“ Something cool carefully pulls me from the male with a soft grip around my waist. As I’m stood up I notice one of the illyrians-the one with red gems adorning his leathers has his head tipped back in a barking laughter, the other stands, shadows I hadn’t noticed before swirling him; that’s when I notice, the thing that picked me up was a tendril of his shadows. I look down and touch it curiously, it scurries up my face, curling around my ear and caressing my face. A smile graces my lips, “hello little guy.”
“Yn. This is Rhysand. He is not the one who kidnapped me, he is the one who saved me. And this is Cassian,” she points to the Illyrian who was laughing, “and that is Azriel,” as he’s addressed, the shadow floats over to him.
I turn to ‘Rhysand’, blood drips down his nose and split lip. “How do I know he hasn’t threatened you into saying that?” My eyes never leave the male as he smiles.
“I can show you, I can show her memories if she is ok with it of course.” He turns to my sister and she nods, her small smile still there in encouragement.
“Fine.” It comes out a strangled sigh before my eyes glaze and I’m shown everything. Afterward I turn to my sister, seething. “I have at least a dozen names to add to my list of people I shall kill.” Cassian laughs again, and I spin to face him, “do you have a problem? Is it just you or are all you Illyrian males like this?”
“It’s just him.” Azriel has a small smirk painting his lips, “he’s quite immature.” The male sticks his gloved hand out to me, and I take it as he bows slightly and kisses my star flecked hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Feyre speaks very highly of you.”
“The pleasures all mine.” We stare at one another longer than what is considered necessary before I clear my throat and back away, “how do you control the shadows?”
My question seems to catch him by surprise as one of said shadows- as if called comes to twirl around my hand. “I’m what’s known as a shadowsinger, I don’t control them per se, more speak to them, understand their language.” Everyone watches for a moment as the shadow continues to twist around me like a dance, more joining it. “They’ve never acted like this with anyone. I’m sorry.”
“No dont apologize,” my grin is directed to him now, “I think they’re quite lovely.”
The night goes on as I ignore my two eldest sisters and continue talking with the fae before they must leave with a sad goodbye.
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Pairing: Wilbur Soot X Fem!Reader
Summary: What happens when people take you and wilbur’s relationship out of hand?
Genre: Angst (i’ve become angst girly at this point 😭)
TW: Cursing, wilbur’s toxic
A/N: Am i a sucker for angst? yessir. will i apologize? no way
masterlist
Lowercase is intentional :)
rumors of you and wil had been spiraling around the internet for a while now. there was always a creepy side of the internet that shipped the two of you together, but at this point the “wilbur x yn” posts you had been seeing were getting out of hand.
the fan fictions, the DMs, the tweets, everyone thought the two of you were together.
but you weren’t.
you didn’t mind the rumors, and you had definitely thought about it, and talked about it with him, but you had never actually done it. and you didn’t especially want to, either. it would ruin the friendship, and it would make his music career much harder.
you and wil had tried to figure out a way to address the rumors, how to let everyone know that the two of you were simply friends.
and today was the day that you were going to do it.
“ready?” wilbur asked, looking at you with stress. he had his mouse on the “start stream” button, and about 13,000 people were waiting. the title of the stream was “discussing drama”, which definitely drew more in.
you sucked in a breath, overwhelming nerves stressing you out. “yeah, i guess so.” you mumbled, watching him hit the “start stream” icon.
“hey guys!” wilbur greeted, waving at the chat, who were all spamming “HI” and “HELLOS!” you waved idly at the fans, giving them a small smile.
“hi.” you quietly spoke, glancing at the two of you on stream viewer.
“Okay, first things first, let’s get down to business. we need to address some rumors.” wilbur said, face turning serious. “we’ve seen the tweets and stuff about us being together.”
there was a small moment of silence, letting everything set in.
“yeah, and, here’s what we have to say.” you continued. “we aren’t together. we don’t really want to be. it would mess up our friendship, and it could hypothetically get in the way of our work.”
another moment of silence. chat was being productive, spamming “YESS” and “I TOLD YOU FUCKERS!”
you laughed at some of the comments, glancing at wil, who was being really, suspiciously quiet. “Have anything to add, soot?” you asked, trying to get words out of him.
“no, i thing you covered it pretty clearly.” he said, a hint of harshness in his tone.
a extra long moment of silence. chat was now quiet, “…” filling up the void of space left for chatters.
“i think that’s all.” wilbur said, waving goodbye and ending the stream.
“what the fuck?” you asked.
“what?”
“i dunno, wil, you seemed pissed off when i said ‘we aren’t together.’!”
a moment of silence. a long one, at that.
“oh, i don’t know, maybe it’s because you added “we don’t want to be together.’.” he spoke harshly.
“i didn’t know we wanted to be, wilbur! why are you so fucking mad? your the one who brought up the idea!” you responded.
“jesus, yn. how do you not understand? i never fucking said i didn’t want to be with you. ever.” he yelled.
“so you do?”
“maybe! i don’t fucking know. you made it sound like we would never get together!”
“that’s cause we CANT!”
“WHY?! you say would ruin shit, but i don’t fucking care! just admit it, yn. you would’ve never date me.”
“FINE!” you said, grabbing your keys. “I would never fucking date you.”
you stormed out of the house, fuming. why was he so fucking self centered? did he not fucking understand that you didn’t want to be with him? because everyone would go crazy? did he not see how people would react?
you huffed as you sat down, opening your phone to see a single message from wilbur.
wil: fuck you.
let’s just say, neither of you slept that night.
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an: hi bitches! i’m sorry this was very dramatic lol! ily you all sm 🤟
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Why GoWR Valhalla Is Important
Hey. It's me again. This time I'm not yelling about Kingdom Hearts or Drakengard, but I wanted to talk about God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla today and why I think it's important in trauma-centered narratives. This isn't a detailed analysis, just me spitballing.
SPOILER WARNING: There will be spoilers for God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla, so please proceed with caution!
EDITED: 2/26/24
As a brief summary, Kratos spent almost the entirety of GoW 2018 refusing to talk about his past. His guilt, shame, and trauma deeply affected his relationship with his son, to the point where he didn't want to be around Atreus bc he was terrified of being a bad influence on him. It was only when Atreus' life was in danger did it force him to finally admit just a sliver of the truth. Now I don't mean to say that Kratos revealing his godhood wasn't a big deal because it absolutely was, I'm just saying that it's just one piece of a MUCH bigger story. Anyway, he recognized his past mistakes, but the shame was too much for him to openly acknowledge it until damn near the end of the game.
Come Ragnarök, Kratos was pretty much an open book. He had grown SO much in those short years of fimbulwinter: He openly talked about his trauma to Mimir and Freya. He worked so hard to be a good father and a good support system to his friends. He went out of his way to make amends with Freya and restore their friendship. And he fought to restore peace to the Nine Realms.
But come Valhalla, Freya wants to recruit Kratos to be the new God of War of the nine realms, or at least to be a part of the new peacekeeping council that she's putting together. Kratos is extremely hesitant to take up the mantle. He doesn't feel worthy or deserving enough to hold this position given all that he's done. He and Mimir (and later on, Tyr) are constantly going back and forth about it. Both perspectives are completely valid. Valhalla is about Kratos facing his past in a more literal sense; parts of Greece have been manifested from Kratos' memories of it, so it's like he gets to be there in real time again. This is about helping him process what happened and to add some nuance to the conversation. It's like free therapy for Kratos.
It's funny too bc you have both opposing viewpoints being represented. On one hand, you have Mimir and Tyr being the supporting/validating voice, and Helios is the contrarian. Since he's a manifestation of Kratos' memories, he represents the doubts that Kratos has about himself. The harsh voice to show how hard he is on himself, and not without good reason.
The reason why I think Valhalla is so important is bc in media, survivor narratives are often linear. The character just "gets over" their trauma and then that trauma isn't addressed again. It's presented more as a hurdle than a lifelong battle. I guess this goes to show how misunderstood survivorhood is. But that isn't how healing works. We regress sometimes, and sometimes we still mull over the things that have happened to us. We might heal, but that trauma does leave emotional scars. So even after the many leaps and bounds Kratos has made, he's not "over" his past, far from it! It still haunts him every day and every night. Valhalla is Kratos still processing everything. From my own healing journey, I've learned that it takes a long, long time to fully process your trauma, if there even is a "fully", anyway. It takes a long time to learn and understand all the complexities and how it affects you in current day. And it takes even longer to process such a complicated history like Kratos'.
Generally speaking about the idea of processing trauma, I said earlier that survivorhood is extremely misunderstood by the masses. Imo, our society is very anti-victim/anti-survivor. So with that in mind, from the perspective of the audience, some might perceive the processing trauma bit as repetitive or "milking it". These are mediums of entertainment after all, so ofc I understand wanting to put out an engaging story where the audience doesn't lose interest. But screw those ppl lol. We have to understand why we do what we do if we want to do better, and it's amazing that a video game is willing to have these conversations. Being more open about all the nuances of processing trauma, grief, healing, etc will go such a long way.
Even the roguelite gameplay style perfectly reflects this theme. Processing this stuff is slow. It doesn't happen overnight. Unless you're in Valhalla, I suppose.
Okay I said this wasn't a detailed analysis but I lied. I'm a liar now
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I will ask this question, cause you're a neutral blog. And your replies seem pretty honest, so far.
Every one often talks about how all members are so close, how they love each other so much etc.
So JK, he loves them all, is close to all? He seems esp close with jm?
So how do you think he's okay with Hybe treating him different from other members? I am sure he knows, lol.
Doesn't he care that jm, who he seems close with/seems to care for, didn't get any recognition for his bb1 while the company has been yelling about his from rooftops and also dropping more cds and remixes to secure more records for him?
2 months in, he's still allowed to promote a single, that he didn't even co write, overlapping with another member's release, while some who dropped album had to stop promotion in a few days cause their promotions couldn't overlap? Add heavy playlisting, ads, radio and versions and what not, that Jk got and no other member did, despite one of them having a whole English version.
Yeah, people will come at me with you are a "Jk anti". Well no, he's my bias too. But I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's cool with everything and enjoying his "achievements". Cause even as fans we can see the blatant favouritism by Hybe.
"Your replies seem pretty honest, so far". Anon, I feel like I'm being tested here.
Ok, I'll give you an answer which probably won't satisfy you nor anyone else. The truth is, I don't know. There's not enough out there for me to have a definitive answer that would make sense. Of course it's so easy to come up with something. But the gaps left by the lack of information can be left just like that. Everyone else is trying to fill them anyway. Not with possible explanations, but with so called definitive knowledge which I think it's so far from a reality that for us outsiders, is quite fragmented. A Jimin fan will give you one answer, Army another one, a JK fan something different and so on. And everyone believes they have the one right answer when that's far from being true.
There's possible explanations influenced by biased points of view. We will go in the direction that speaks more to us and our already preconceived notions anyway. It's also difficult to accept we don't know everything. That as much as we wish we'd do, we're actually left out, we're outside looking in at something that happens in between spaces that are hidden from us.
How am I supposed to know what conversations are taking place in private between JM and JK about their careers, about the professional relationship with the company? I don't. Your questions are valid but are based on a fragmented image. It's frustrating, but that's the way it is. As long as these people will not address directly the concerns fan have (which they never will most likely), then we should accept that we don't and can't know everything that would explain the pieces that we see on the surface.
Jimin and all the members have renewed their contract with BH. It was the most probable outcome and nothing surprising for me. They are riding the BTS train because it's not some insignificant one yet. We don't know the details of their contract, what benefits they have, but there must have been good reasons for them to stick around. Including JM. I can also admit and be self aware that my desires as fan have nothing to do with the artist. I can see what can be perceived as mistreatment and favoritism, but I have no way of knowing as of now if actual issues were resolved or in what way.
My opinion on JM and JK in terms of personal relationship is based on what I see. But it is also heavily biased because of how I interpret that. It's why so many people don't even think they hang out. I do think they are close. I don't believe that they would talk to each other in the way they do if there was any animosity between them based on career trajectory and company treatment. In my opinion, there has been nothing that indicates any sort of problem which leads me to not being able to answer your questions. The subtext in your ask is also that JK doesn't care about JM because he is being promoted whilst JM had issues with his album release. That's an assumptiom based on fan beliefs which I think should be confronted to each action done by Jungkook in connection to Jimin's album and promotion and consequently, everything JM has done and said about Jungkook in the last few months. Does it change your perspective or at least broadens it? Are you left with more questions, more unknowns? Perhaps that's good. Perhaps we can try and accept that it's only going to be like that. I'd say listen to them but not without question. People lie and people choose not to say things. Make your own opinions based on the information available. Put it all on the table and see if it makes sense to you without falling into the traps of conspiracy theories.
Edit: brief explanation on the renewal news
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The Lake House Summer-Jamie Drysdale
Summary: Y/n Hughes has been dating Jamie Drysdale for about a year and a half. Last summer Jamie wasn't able to make it out to the famous Hughes lake house, so this year when y/n's mom invites him to come out, you couldn't be more excited!
Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Gn!reader
A/n: Hey yall!! I'm back with another fic! This fic officially marks the beginning of Claire's Summer Special! This one was giving me lots of anxiety and it was hard for me to write but I hope yall like it! Theyre is absolutely no content just fluff. Just a reminder to keep sending in requests for the special and feedback is always welcome and appreciated <3
"Hey,Jame" you yelled to the kitchen, in the apartment in Anaheim that belonged to your boyfriend of a year and a half.
"Yes, Babe" Jamie asks, coming out of the kitchen and drying his hand off on a towel since he had been doing the dishes.
"My parents were wondering if you wanted to come to the Lake house with me this summer and meet some people and just hangout. I know you already know my brothers Quinn,Jack andLuke and my parents but my grandparents will be there, and also Brendan Brisson and his family" you tell Jamie.
"Babe sometimes I forget that you're a Hughes and you guys seem to know every single hockey family in the continent" Jamie laughs " and of course yes, I would love to come and meet everyone".
"My mom was wondering if we could be there in 3 days. That's when the Brisson's are gonnaget there as well. She was thinking we could have a big bonfire that night to kind of mark the
beginning of summer" you add.
"Sounds good to me. Tomorrow I have to drive a few guys from the team to the airport and my mom was expecting me to fly back to Canada in a few days but I'll just call her and tell her I'll be
going to the famous Hughes lake house for a few weeks." With that sentence Jamie is able to draw a laugh out of you, who had been very nervously awaiting your boyfriend's answer.Jamie leaves to go call his family and you collapse on the couch.
Honestly you were supposed to ask Jamie a week ago but you had put it off over and over again, too scared to hear his
answer. It's not that you thought he wouldn't want to come, it's just nerve-wracking to ask someone you love, let alone your boyfriend, to meet people that were important to you. Having told your mom yesterday that Jame had said yes, there was no getting out of asking him today.
You turn the TV on and watch sports highlights for a little while. Having such an insanely sporty family means sports kinda runs in your blood. You loved watching hockey ( even though youcould barely skate unlike your very talented brothers) and you used to run track when you were younger.
Eventually Jamie came back into the room and flopped down on the couch pulling you into his lap.
"Did everything go well?" You ask, a hint of nervousness still apparent in your voice.
"Yep, my mom was disappointed she wouldn't see me for a little while but she was happy and excited for me. She knows how disappointed we both were when I couldn't make it out last summer. My parents also asked if you could give them the address to the lake house so they could mail some stuff to me '' Jamie tells you.
"I'm so excited!" You exclaim "and yes of course I can give her the address".
"Great! Anyways what are we watching baby" he asks you, hugging you tight around the waist.
"Just some baseball highlights…" you trail off when your boyfriend starts kissing your neck.
"Wanna turn this off and head up to bed?" Jamie asks you with a wink that looks more like he's having a hard time blinking.
"Sure Jame. Just please never wink , at least that's what I think you were trying to do, ever again. It looked like you had something stuck in your eye" you laugh.
"Babe shut up" Jamie groans, lifting you up off the couch and you wrap your legs around his hips.
You wake up with light streaming through the curtains but an empty left side of the bed where your boyfriend usually lies. You get out of bed and put one of Jamie's old shirts to cover your naked body. The shirt is so comfortable and worn. Another added bonus is that it smells like Jamie.
"Babe?" Jamie calls softly from the kitchen where he's presumably making breakfast. You don't answer, just walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist where he's making a protein shake for himself and has made a smoothie for you.
"Hey baby" you mutter into his back. He turns around and kisses your nose.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks. You nod your head, placing it in his chest. You were feeling particularly clingy today and you just wanted to be with Jamie.
"I made you a smoothie, here try it" Jamie says sounding very proud of himself.
You take a small sip, a little scared of what Jamie put in it. "This is really good Jame" you exclaim quietly, barely above a whisper. He just smiles down at you sensing that it's gonna be a kind of quiet morning with not a lot of talking and just enjoying each other's presence.
By mid-morning, the 2 of you are finally ready to let each other go off and get ready for the day. You both get dressed and Jamie leaves to bring his friends to the airport. While he's gone you start to make make a plan about what you need to buy for the trip. Jamie
had decided that instead of taking a plane you twowould just drive since it's cheaper and the both of you happened to enjoy road trips especially with each other.
Finally after what feels to you like an eternity, Jamie gets back home.
"Jame" you whine, extremely high as soon as he walks in the door. You run up to him and jumponto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
"Very clingy today baby, eh?" he asks, in his cute Canadian accent, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Embarrassed, you bury your head in your boyfriend's ducks hoodie.
"I feel like I need to, I don't know, like buy your parents a gift or something for being invited"Jamie admits shyly. You find it funny how Jamie can switch from being confident with that adorable little smirk of his to being the shyest person you've ever met.
"Baby" you start, grabbing his face and holding it in your hands "my parents love you, I love you and you don't need to bring gifts for them."
"Are you-"
"Yes I'm sure" you cut Jamie off, responding to his question without him even having to finish it because that's how well you know each other.He sighs, but doesn't say anything knowing your probably right. You give him a quick kiss, then grab Jamie's hand and to drag him up the stairs.
"We need to go to the store to get groceries,k" you ask "then we've gotta start packing."
"Lead the way Miss. Hughes" Jamie replies.
The both of you spend the afternoon grocery shopping together ,packing suitcases and filling coolers with drinks and food for the trip.
"I think we should order pizza for supper cause I don't wanna cook after all that and I don't thinkyou want to either" you hear Jamie's voice cut through the comfortable silence.
"I want sushi," you pout.
"You want sushi after a hard day of work?" Jamie asks, confused.
"But like I won't be back in Anaheim for awhile and my favorite sushi place is here" you argue lightheartedly, stating your case, knowing that in the end Jamie would probably give in anyways.
"Fine, but if we stop anywhere to eat tomorrow on our drive it's my choice" he answers.
"Deal" and the 2 of you shake on it, because in that sense the both of you are still kids. After all Jamie's only 20 and you're 19, just like your twin brother, Luke.
You guys order, just delivery so you don't have to leave the house, and turn on the tv.
"Can we watch our show, please?" Jamie asks you, with the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.
"Which one… Stranger Things?"
"Yep, I need to know what happens"
"You got it" you say grabbing the remote and turning on netflix. When the food comes you move off Jamie's stomach, so he can get up and go get it. Other than that you don't move off the couch all night.When it was finally time to go to bed, you felt happy and full and super excited to see the family again so soon. You fell asleep within minutes of Jamie wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Wake up, lovey" you feel someone, Jamie, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.
"Is it morning already?"
"Yep and it's road trip day!"
"You seem extra happy for five thirty in the morning Jame."
"I get to spend a whole day in the car with my favourite person in the whole wide world."
"I don't think you'll be thinking like that after 2 hours in the car with me" you laugh thinking of how grumpy you'll probably be.
"I would never get tired of you."
"Sure bud." You throw a pillow at Jamie starting an all out pillow fight that ends with your boyfriend on top of you tickling you.
"Seriously we need to leave soon or else we're not gonna make it before night" you say between broken gasps, trying to get Jamie to stop tickling you.
You get dressed quickly while Jame made coffee for the both of you and then put the last of the stuff in the car. You hop into the passenger side and are greeted by a very eager, with the undertone of nervousness, Jamie.
"You ready?" He asks.
"For a day of driving... no. To see my family and spend lots of time with you at the lake... yes." You respond with then turn to look out the window. You fall asleep within 10 minutes.
"Babe... Babe."
"Jame, why did you wake me up?" You ask in your pouty little baby voice. You look over at the dash and realise it's already lunch time.
"We're stopped at a gas station and I was wondering if you wanted a sandwich from the cooler for lunch. You slept for the whole morning." He replies.
"Are you gonna eat something. Do you want me to take a turn driving?"
"I'm gonna grab a sandwich but I'm good, I'll keep driving."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
The drive for the rest of the afternoon was a lot different then the morning. The 2 of you ate your sandwich's and then started blasting music. You were singing at the top of your lungs, getting a few laughs out of Jamie.
"C'mon sing with me Jame"
"I'm good"
"It's just me babe. I'm singing so why not you?" Slowly you start to hear Jamie's voice and within a little while he's singing as loud as possible along with you.
After that the car ride passed quickly and sooner than you knew, you were 10 minutes away from the lake house.
"Were almost there!" You exclaim excitetdly, reminding you of when you were a little kid.
"It's really pretty up here" Jamie remarks.
"My favorite part of the year was always coming up here and spending time with my family."
"When I was younger we never had a cabin or anything but we used to always go to the beach."
"The lake is easily my favorite part of having a lake house. I love swimming."
"Oh I know"Jamie says laughing, remembering the time when you were drunk and just refused to get out of the pool cause "you were so in love with swimming".
"Shut up" you giggle, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. The rest of the short car ride left was silent. Jamie was nervous and you were excited. Jamie pulls into the driveway but no one gets out.
"You good?" You ask, turning to look at him.
He takes a deep breath then answers "yep just a little nervous."
"Are you ready to get out?"
"Yeah, let's go." The both of you get out of the car. No one come out of the house to greet you so you assume that they're probably down by the beach. It's a little past super time at this point so they've probably already got the first of the summer bonfire lite.
You leave your bags in the car, deciding you could just grab them on the way back. You make the short walk down a trail to the beach. Somewhere along the way, Jamie's hand reaches for yours. You squeeze it and he squeezes back.
"Hey guys!" You yell when you see your family sitting around the fire.
"Y/n, your here!" Ellen exclaims, when she sees you.
"Hi mum" you mutter as Ellen envelops you in a hug. The rest of the family gets up and makes their way over. Ellen let's go of you so the rest of the family came get their hugs in.
"Well, isn't it the famous Jamie Drysdale who decided to come up" says your dad.
"Uh hey." He says super awkwardly. He exchanges hugs with your mum, Dad, Jack, quinn and lastly luke.
"So this is the Jamie we've heard so much about" says your grandma "c'mere give me a hug." You watch as your grandparents take turns meeting Jamie. Your heart fills with joy when your grandma pinches his cheeks and Jamie makes your grandpa laugh. This, this is exactly where you want to be. These are the kind of moments you never forget.
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After the Supernova Chapter 2
Link to Ao3 Here
Look, if I was Nova I would need to do a lot of yelling and crying to process everything that happened. And I like the idea of after everything Nova actually WANTING to sleep. Like she's mentioned in the books before that she wished she could be unconscious for 8 hours like everyone else. And I feel like after the couple days she's had, that would be more true than ever.
I also really want to (eventually, later this fic) write a scene (or a few) where it's Max, Adrian, Hugh, Simon, and Nova cooking together in the kitchen. Just the sheer domesticity of it makes my chest hurt. Maybe Simon lets Max wear his stupid black and white checkered apron. Maybe they actually move the superhero stuff down the hall and the food into the closet in the kitchen. MAYBE THEY ALL MAKE LUMPIA TOGETHER. Or they surprise Nova with it! Either way! All of the above! Anyway, uh, I'll write that at some point.
Also, Simon and Hugh can't replace the family Nova had with the Anarchists, but I do think they can add to it. Like Nova will still have Leroy and Winston. When, in this chapter, Nova is upset about the Anarchists I don't think she's necessarily talking about Leroy. Leroy was the only one who ever suggested that Nova NOT be an Anarchist. He gave her that out in BOOK ONE. And I thought that was a really interesting distinction from all of the other Anarchists.
Like we all saw Ingrid using Nova to get back at the Renegades. I never suspected that Honey would turn out like that, but in retrospect it isn't entirely surprising. Like Honey told Nova how to flirt with Adrian but looking back on it, I don't know that it was ever for Nova's benefit. I think the expectation was ALWAYS that she would betray Adrian and everyone else in the end.
And I don't think Leroy was perfect because he did go along with Honey to change the plan at the arena to rescue Ace and obviously they've all made a lot of mistakes. But I don't think he ever would've pushed back if Nova said "No don't chemically burn my fingerprints off" or "I will take you up on the offer to go make a better life for myself." And I FULLY plan to address that later in this fic. I have so many ideas, y'all.
Also, I LOVE the idea from @honey-harper-official (I don't have the link, sorry!!) that Winston basically sabotaged the plan to kill the Renegades at the parade. Like that is canon to me. I really really like the arc that Winston went through and he was one of my favorite characters from book one because he clearly actually cared about Nova?? He could've betrayed her to make things better for himself but he didn't. I don't even think he really considered betraying her.
And I can't have him be dead in this fic because I NEED him and Nova to actually talk. And I need Nova to have someone from her childhood who fully didn't emotionally abuse her or see her as a pawn or a tool to regain power. I think, narratively, Winston dying didn't add much except the reconciliation with Nova, and if I go back and retroactively say that a (magical prodigy) healer actually got to him soon enough (even though Nova thought he was dead dead), I don't think it takes anything away from the story.
Anyway an excerpt from Chapter 2 under the cut :)
“So, Dad and Pops said probably won’t be back here tonight since they’re trying to get ahead of…whatever happened at the cathedral,” said Adrian, “But, there’s four empty guest rooms in the house, so you guys can have your pick.”
Nova considered briefly whether it would be inappropriate to ask which rooms were where the murders had taken place, but she thought better of mentioning it in front of Max and instead said, “I was actually hoping to take a shower. It’s…been a long day.”
“Oh, right. Do you just want to use my bathroom downstairs? I don’t think any of the guest bathrooms have, well, anything in them. There are a couple extra towels down there, though, and soap and whatever else you need. Or I could draw something, I guess. If you want.”
“I’m going to choose my room!” Max said, already halfway up the stairs. “But I need to know which ones might have ghosts, first.”
Nova could use Adrian’s bathroom. She didn’t know why she had made a big deal of it anyway. It felt strangely intimate, but so did all of this. Staying here, imposing on their family.
“I’ll find what I need,” she said. “It sounds like you have to give the official tour.”
He shot her a grateful smile, and bounded up the stairs after Max.
Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to remember which of the dozen doors on the first floor led to the basement. She made her way down the stairs, remembering the last time she was here. The entire house had smelled like cinnamon, and Adrian had shown her the dream she told him about. He drew her a jungle, and birds, and headphones, and she had fallen asleep for the first time in ten years.
Part of her wanted to see the studio again, but she knew nothing would be left. It all would’ve vanished when Adrian neutralized his own powers. So instead, she opened the door to the bathroom and peeled off her sweaty, dirty clothes while the water ran.
When she stepped under the water, Nova realized it was actually hot. Since the Anarchists had moved to the subway station on the Day of Triumph, hot water had been a rare luxury. Even at the row house, the water had been tepid, at best.
As she stood there, the water running in rivulets down her body and the heat melting the tension in her muscles, she couldn’t help but begin to think, again, that she didn’t deserve this.
She might as well have been the one to kill those people in the arena. To kill Callum and Winston, and who knew who else. She was the one who helped the Anarchists and the Rejects get inside. She had given Ace his helmet.
And here she was, as though she were any other house guest in the mansion where Ace himself had slaughtered a family only a decade prior.
How could Simon and Hugh let her into their home? How could Max joke with her and Adrian as if nothing was different? How could anyone think she deserved any help or affection after everything she had done? Everything she had not done. All for the benefit of a lie she had believed for ten years.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
#renegades trilogy#nova artino#winston pratt#adrian everhart#max everhart#leroy flinn#hugh everhart#simon westwood#supernova#after the supernova
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Hey beautiful! Got some headcanons on Alucard with an extremely shopaholic lover? I am a serious serial shopper and can't save money even if it meant saving my life LOL! Could be him and her just spending time at the mall together 🏩🛍👠👜👗🥿
aaaa! i can very much relate to this one! 😩 i love fashion and currently am in the process of restarting my entire wardrobe! fr dm me if you see this and i'd love to show you all the shit i have in my wishlist cart! 🤣 it's ridiculous!
i'll add some interactions with some of the other characters as a bonus!
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you had a really bad habit of being unable to save your money for long periods of time. as soon as you saw something you liked online, you were just as quick to insert the address of hellsing manor, add your credit/debit information, click 'pay now', and that was that! sure, you got a more than decent amount of income from working with the organization, but you know what they always say: "just because you have the money to spend, doesn't mean you have to."
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and integra definitely agreed with that statement.
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"(Y/N)!! what on earth is it that you've ordered this time?!" she yells as she watched a clearly exhausted fedex worker throw the 20th box by the entrance of the manor near the rest of the pile, curisng under their breath as they walked back to their truck when they were done and drove away angrily.
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you knew you shouldn't spend so much, and choosing days to shop out with seras wasn't much help with solving that problem, either. she enjoyed fashion almost just as much as you. regardless if she was a vampire or a former officer, she still had a teenager's mindset, so whatever clothes you picked up, she always encouraged you to get them, cheerfully complimenting you along the way.
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with you owning a monstrous amount of clothes, you're only bound to have some all over the floor of your room, causing walter's eyebrow to twitch. perhaps he's reached the end of his sanity. you always begged him to tidy up your room with the offering of a generous tip on the side if he did so. he agreed to in the end; you're lucky he cares about you so much.
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alucard didn't much mind the thought of venturing to the mall when you asked him to come along, and though he always did recommend less consumption, he still let you get whatever you wanted. it was your money at the end of the day, and in his eyes, you could do as you pleased with it.
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integra, nor you, trusted the vampire enough to drive, so you took that task instead. you giggled when he climbed his way into the passenger seat, for it was quite a strange sight to see such an ancient creature inside of a modern day machine. "how are you enjoying the car so far, alu?"
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"it may take me a while to get comfortable, my dear. a man of my time would agree that there lied more room inside even a dungeon cell." you took your eyes off of the road for a mere second to see what he was talking about, viewing that his knees were pretty much pressed up against his side of the car's dashboard due to how tall he was. you forgot to tell him that the seats were adjustable. oops!
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when entering the stores, it of course takes you a while to look around at everything, but alucard didn't complain, nor did he rush you. he's existed for 590 years and most likely has hundreds more to look forward to. he definitely has all the time in the world to wait. in fact, he liked to look around himself and recommend what he thinks would appear gorgeous on you. you learned he has very expensive taste, but what did you expect for someone who used to be of royalty?
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the lingerie shops grew to be his favorite places to go with you, and it was quite self explanatory of why. from little g-strings, to embroidery-embellished bras, to satin nightgowns, to straight up bdsm pvc bodysuits is all of what he ended up carrying on his gloved finger by the hook of their hangers, a huge grin on his face when he showed them to you. when you asked if you should try some of them on in the dressing rooms, he surprisingly denied. "as much as i would be delighted to see that luscious body at this moment, it'd be a much truer gift to first behold such a thing between the sheets of my bedding. wouldn't you agree, my sweet?"
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the shopping wasn't all just about you, either! you loved taking alucard into men's wear sections. it's not like he sees the need to shop for himself since he can simply summon garments of his own with the use of his shadows, but sometimes he'll indulge in the realism of the activity, especially when it means being with you.
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"you'd look so handsome in this! quick, go try it on!" you shoved the outfit you picked out for him into his arms and ushered him into a dressing room stall, waiting patiently on the outside. no sooner is when he came out in khaki shorts, a hawaiian shirt, flip flops and a large sun hat to match with a "you've got to be kidding me" expression scribbled onto his features.
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"what? i think it looks great on you! don't be such a debbie downer!"
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he raised an eyebrow. "oh really? and just where do you think i will be, dressed in this?"
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and that's how your next vacation was planned.
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you tried to hold back your laugh. you were being truthful, though; he was oddly one of those men that could actually pull off anything he wore, especially considering he donned a maid's outfit one time.⠀ ⠀
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I’m back ;) I’m the anon who loved your x-men apocalypse animation especially. Really enjoyed your latest one as well! Gorgeous animation - loved the Jean Grey/Phoenix animation! The tiktok of Erik imagining/sitting down and taking to Peter is also a fave of mine - it did make me sad about the lack of Evan Peters - Michael Fassbender/ Magneto - Quicksilver scenes in the movies. Their dynamic could have been so great!
Yes, Dark Phoenix was a real mess. I do still absolutely adore the space scene though - it looks amazing and seeing the x-mens’ powers work together is just everything. Wish there was a lot more of that across basically all the film tbh. Loved seeing Quicksilver’s abilities in zero g! But despite how much I love that scene I can’t say that the movie is good. Honestly the frequent and unnecessarily large time skips generally bothers me - they robbed us of seeing the characters develop. I also can’t believe that Peter wouldn’t tell Erik for almost 10 years after the apocalypse incident.
I did try to brain storm a few ways of Erik finding out about Peter that could potentially be dramatically/visually interesting? One of my ideas was that for some reason, maybe due to Erik seeing red due to grief of losing Raven, Erik is wreaking absolute havoc and is trying to kill Jean. But the x-men have some sort of plan or just needs to freeze Erik so they can then stop Jean without killing her. And the scene would be Peter using his speed to try to get the helmet off Erik so that Charles could communicate with/or freeze Erik. And then because of Erik’s vast power he would be able to stop Peter in his tracks (similar to Jean in the film) and there would be a scene (similar to your animation) of him “grabbing” Peter in the air - throwing him up against the wall of the train(possibly?) to stop him, angry and pissed off and there would be this moment of Peter bracing himself genuinely worried he’s about to be killed - and Charles or someone else would panicked about what Erik might be about to do as he is blinded by anger - yell out the fact that Peter is his son. Perhaps for a second Erik would see Nina in place of Peter for a brief second as he recognises the familiar resemblance (as he is staring at another child of his in danger). And then of course he wouldn’t hurt him but instead freeze due to shock. What do you think? Too much? A scenario like this would kinda only work if the time skip is much shorter - maybe just a year. I quite like fics that address the fact that Peter is probably on some level afraid of Erik when he goes full Magneto. I like the scene when Peter claims to not fear him to his mother (which imho reveals that he in fact actually does). I think it adds an interesting layer to Peter’s feelings about telling him. I don’t think Erik would kill him - even if no one revealed their familial relationship - but that uncertainty in such a scene could kinda be dramatically interesting I think? I dunno, sorry if I’m rambling - I just quite like discussing alternative scenarios with other fans :) and wanted to hear your thoughts.
Ahh welcome back Anon!! Always a pleasure to talk X-Men with you! 💕
And aww thank you! I loved working on the Oleander animatic! The Phoenix was especially fun to animate, and of course the hug made all the hard work worth it haha. And awww yes! I love that edit too, it uses an audio from Gotham Knights where Batman is talking about Nightwing and how proud he is of him. As soon as I heard it I knew it would fit really well with a good timeline Dadneto, and I was definitely inspired by my fic The Hardest Part Is Leaving You which I had finished not long before making that edit!
Oh yeah, the effects in Dark Phoenix are actually pretty solid (at least most of the effects surrounding Jean and the Phoenix at least). Would have loved to see more of the X-Men as an actual team as well, but alas, the writers have robbed us of that yet again 😭 Guess that's what we're here for lol.
And OOOH Anon I love that idea! Definitely not too much, I think that's a great mix of angsty and intense but also heartfelt! And yes, a shorter timeskip between Apocalypse and Dark Phoenix is always appreciated haha. That's such a fair point about Peter being afraid of Erik when he's in 'Magneto' mode too. Usually I write them post reveal so I mostly play around with the concept of what their relationship is like after many years of bonding and trust has been built, which means Peter is rarely if ever scared for himself, but more likely scared of what Erik could do to others in the case Peter ever got hurt. Younger Peter would definitely struggle with that though I bet!
Thanks for sharing your ideas with me Anon, I love hearing them! If you ever turn them into a fic let me know, I'd love to read it! :D Have an awesome day!
-Superherotiger
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(vee)shy-washy | Vee | Trial 1.3 | Re: all of that / Attn: Esmée
Privately, he hadn't quite agreed with Perry's rationale that the culprit could've wiped off blood from their person with the diagram paper, but he had chosen to entertain that possibility out loud anyways. The majority reason was out of a desire not to embarrass their best friend, a fraction was the possibility that it could actually be quite true, and the rest had been an attempt to delay acknowledging what Frank had eventually figured out was a possibility. There might not have been any blood tracks or residue because the person at the scene of the crime would literally not be caught dead with any on themselves. Vee had given Miles a shrug when the shoe-wiping idea is shot down, then subsequently a small nod of thanks when the paper in question is purified, and after that...
As the trial continues and predictably devolves into a horrible time to be had, Vee finds themselves dissociating into the void, and not even entirely by choice. The constant yelling adds to the pounding headache they've been feeling ever since they first woke up here in Calamity, and the reverberating thrum inside their ears is starting to overwhelm any semblance of comprehensible thought. The small, burning core in the centre of her brain brandishes a pair of molten fists and pounds on the inside of her head; between the low whine of horror and pain that escapes her and the swimming spots in her field of view, Vivian Lockwood is having a miserable time listening to everything that's going on, especially as both 19 and Theophania trade hissy fits directed at one another.
"...I'm not sure I have a-anythin' important to add." They admit reluctantly, pushing up their glasses to massage the bridge of their nose. "And I don't wish to draw a-any further conclusions on the unclear nature of our borrowin' p-privileges until our hosts can further address t-that, or whatever you believe 19 is or isn't c-capable of doin', because Hanlon's razor dictates that one should not a-attribute to malice that which may be adequately explained by n-negligence."
(or stupidity, but he's not dumb enough to say that out loud)
"There... is somethin' that bothers me t-though." Of all the people in the room to address, Vee finally turns to... Esmée? "I know you left through t-the west door at 11.30, and you mentioned enterin' the Dinin' Hall and s-seein' 19 after that. Do you happen to remember w-which door she came in through? There's... well, the d-door to the room that housed our pods, or the w-western one leadin' back to the bedrooms."
They exhale tightly. This could prove dangerous for more than just one person at stake. "The reason bein'... We know per Perry's t-testimony that 19 was back in their room w-when the announcement sounded. And I think it's generally a-agreed on that whoever was the culprit had to have b-been inside the practice dungeon, at some point l-leadin' to Miss Foxe's passin'. To get back to the bedroom h-hallways from the practice dungeon, you'd have to g-go through at least one of three rooms in the m-middle of Miss Amber's layout: the Library, the Dining Hall, o-or the Practice Dungeon. The Library's out, I would've n-noticed if someone entered, unless that someone w-was Germain with our shared skill. Per Bian's testimony, she w-was still in the trainin' hall until 11.36, and if she claimed to have s-seen no one pass through, then that leaves the south rooms, i-includin' the Dining Hall."
Things might be coming together, but not in any way that made Vee particularly happy. They look positively anguished to finish their train of thought. "If 19 had come i-in from the west door like you did, then there's no way s-she could have been in the eastern s-side of the floor and still made it b-back to her room unless she crossed through an e-empty trainin' hall." With all of the implication that would entail. "But on the other hand... W-Well, that's why I needed to ask."
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Endwalker Story: Elpis replay
Unfortunately, I got the impulse to actually write down and solidify more the venatnemi dynamic, but I needed to remember more the specifics of the plot and, how everything else affected Nemi.
Huge text block under the cut. Many details of the story until before meeting Venat
It was hard to skip through Thavnair's arc, even though my goal with this NG+ was to get to Elpis while resting some sickness. It's just, it felt like losing context of what mental state Nemi would be stressing in from seeing these people be lost with no trace left but distorted echoes of their dying pain. She fought firmly and with, confusion if this is really something anything would want on purpose, or instigate, even with how far and beyond Fandaniel went to traumatize her. But Matsya's prayer and the way Thavnarians got together to endure against the risk of transmogrifying, it was much like processing natural disasters... but what was the nature of this disaster? You could see tornadoes coming. You could sigh after the earth quaked. But this had no sense or turn from the earth... It was a relief the First wasn't dealing with this at least.
And now, it was time to speak with Elidibus as G'raha suggested... she elected to not mention the Azem memory his demise awakened. It would add nothing to the situation at hand... she was surprised by his deliberation her kind was now carrying the burdeen of the past, rather than condemn her for not seeing into Fandaniel's plans. She not only apologized for the "unsolicited act" of restoring Elidibus' memories of the convocation, but also for letting it happen...
He might have caught wind of this, and thus frame her actions as "Freeing Zordiak from Fandaniel's servitude" and put stock in her success from one vision. She didn't know what to make of this disposition. All she knew is that, she didn't hate him Elidibus anymore
...
Tossed into the future, she found herself imperceptible, immaterial. Not even obscenities got the attention of people that looked no different... aside of being bigger and, wearing the same clothes for some reason. So the shades were that close to the fashion... how, oddly stale to just wear the same thing. Did they not get bored of it?
[note: she definitely yelled "they're fUCKING OUR PUSSIES!" or something of the sort lol]
She found she couldn't phase through a door, when the stench of one voice made her freeze. Emet-fucking-Selch was here? Of all places? But the figure at his side drew her attention. He looked far more formidable and with good taste, and he called him "handsome face..."
Jokes aside, she hurriedly put on a headdress when Hades perceived her, fearing to be recognized in the future before it's time for the new warrior of light to be even noticed. Being verbally addressed by Hythlodaeus made her panic and stutter, though a poor comment from Emet made her go, "Give me a second you fucking mop face!" Hythlo just laughed Hades was making a poor show of his character, baffling Nemi by next insisting he give her a "full form" as an apology. He really was as friendly as the shade of himself...
She struggled not to laugh when Hythlo kept dragging Hades, and gave him the name "Neirmer." Hythlo is surprisingly friendly, but she isn't sure if he's kind. His curiosity seems noisy, so she isn't gonna talk him like he would any other adventurer of the temperament.
"haha im in danger" .png
She pressed on with the group, staying more to Hythlo's side and thanking him for the robe, even if she found killing a study specimen for materials very odd. Was this really the norm, or a flaunting of privilege?
As they advanced through the facility, she kept making detours to gawk at the little critters around. She didn't find Elpis stunning in its flora, but seeing animals frolick peacefully after the chaos in Thavnair's jungles was, relieving in some way. Hythlo had to call her back while Emet grumbled, wishing she would just get lost even though claiming he'd find her secrets. Which was it really? He dismissed her as a whim from present Azem Thanatos making him like, a very spontaneous person. It seemed like Emet could not fully understand him. Given his yikey comment of uniqueness being unseeming, she could see why though.
When Hythlo made the observation excuse to not use soul echolocation, she thought he's turning this errand into a date. Not a bad idea since the day sky here was quite romantic, even if his taste was questionable... Separating him from future Emet took effort.
Finally then, she saw who could be Hermes and, a little child? When she heard her eerily familiar mental voice, her heart sank. This poor baby that struggled to speak, no way! She looks just 12! This impression sank further as she melted her heart with chirps of excitement. When was the last time she saw a baby be so sincere and full of life? She didn't get to interact with children much she realized... Is that why she postulated so quick to babysit Meteion while searching for the Ambystoma? It's sad that Hermes seemed surprised. Did he not catch breaks from parenting?
They were so silly too... unlike Eemet calling the ambystome sorry limbs, and telling Neirmer to behave while away. Nemi could just raise her hands and scoff. She did nothing but keep her in sight. It was the right choice as Hermes insisted to have her at the talk from the Convocation. He recognized her kindness and excitement as valuable.
Good thing she was present since, her jaw drop of horror must have made this more bearable for Hermes. Hythlo's whole speech of Return to the Star was about just, dying as soon as you ceased your job? How was that a retirement? Why wouldn't there be a period of rest and commune with loved ones inbetween at the very least? No wonder Hermes felt abandoned by his mentor taking this decision. And for Hythlo to call this death, vacation a privilege to earn... what happened if one didn't feel accomplished ever? If everyone else passed away in, satisfaction and their request to "rest" was not approved? Are elders asked to rest if too many are alive at the same time?
Then she is asked to take Meteion outside, and gets concerned at how easily she takes emotions... it is natural in normal kids too, but wouldn't this make processing of emotions harder? But well, she was here to provide her some space and community at present
What did she tell Meteion about, in the walk outside? - She found the story change fun. She told her she is from a place facing a great threat, a place of hot winds and imposing red trees, where the rocks and the salt is rich... and ah, she had little time travel slip
When Meteion tells her about her emotion power, her affection and want to know her complex thoughts with respect to Nemi's privacy, she got totally demolished. She got Meteion today and if anything happened to her she would blow everyone up and then herself. She decides they need to play to share more, and is sad to hear Hermes has no concept of such. How the hell is anyone growing up well adjusted without a sense of having some fun? She taught her to play hide and seek making racoon noises, to rock paper and scissors, to gamble a choice on finger turns, to picture a snow man called "Father Frost" to usher the needed rest of nature.
Later, Nemi insisted to Euanthe to make the kid an apple, or tell her where there is a kitchen... to learn there is no kitchen. What manner of lifestyle is this? Would, would she even get to have dinner? Good thing she had taken those pies from Lyna cause, by Byregot. But well, this was part of Meteion showed she inherited the likes of her parent, and now for Nemi to say what she likes... She tell her she likes gardens, thinking of he Royal Menagerie, but in wolship verses where she's fallen in love... she thinks of the other person, and is embarrassed to try to explain her "like" thought was different, since poor Meteion got a mental image of them.
Back with the other adults, she finds Hermes' meekness except when taking care for Meteion worrying. everyone else seems to be a pushover and, not get he is the kind of person you gotta be easy on, specially Emet. And with how every seemed to commend this guy... sure, he did no real bad actions in the past, but some passes made for others to feel more ostracized.
To this, Nemi responded: "Well, this is clearly his passion. is this office of Fandaniel very different? It doesn't seem he would be happy with that role even if he is skilled."
Later when he scoffed at Meteion: "I get it Emet, You're a kid hater."
Emet: "what?"
Hythlo bursted laughing probably
Learning more of dynamis, the elpis flower and entelechys, she is surprised the flower can be so white when it changed to so many things in the present. Were the Ancients unfeeling bitches? But most importantly, Meteion's concept being close to Y'sthola sight of the blasphemies gave more weight to a depressing possibility. But then her aether was compared to Meteion who thought her an entelechy from describing limit breaks... what is happening?
At least her saying they're "friends in thinness" is cute. Bumpfist.
She asked Hades why he joined the convocation.... and giggles when Hythlo tried to tattle and FUCKING SULKED from not getting to. She did not expect vowing for a Charibdys innocent of, not fitting some breeder expectations would lead to more antics. Hearing present Emet talk of transformation like it was intimate and almost as shameful as nudity... Surely the Emet of the future didn't see his the same way, but this one, how would he feel to hear he had to take his cock out to fight until his dying breath?
"You are reporting him for nuding in private? What slutshamers"
Then calls Emet a bitch when asking the favor, enjoying getting to be an annoyer. Old and recent dialogue choices here
WHEN HE DOES THE FINGER POINTING OF AMAUROT, SHE IS JUST SMILING WITH HER JAW DROPPED. THIS IS TOO DELICIOUS GOSSIP. If the world wasn't literally ending in the present, this would make the best of drinks tales to laugh over
Hythlo's speech on Emet's tsundere tendencies didn't make her any impression, but it did make her respect Hythlo for pushing his friends to be their best versions of themselves despite pride. "Did he accept because he wanted to or because you all made puppy faces?" she had asked, getting a laugh from Hythlo that died when she stared at a researcher in disgust... He sawno problem with calling a living creature an "anomaly" from being the result of the mixing of genes. But then what of anyone born blind, deaf or, mute? Hythlo was for first time angered at this assumption of poor treatment of his world, and Nemi raised her hands with a frown. Could she be faulted for not seeing good in a protocol that treated animals vulnerable at their mercy this way? Hythlo couldn't respond to that.
Continued here due to image limit on posts. Apparently that's a thing.
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ho ho hoes be on my D***
I have been busy with other stuff. But I will address a lot of shit that went down in D10 Without filtering anything and share screenshots of staff behavior. How do these dick riders operate how do staff dick ride streamers show favoritism? so anyone reading Thick twice before they think they join D10 and think they will have a good experience. The whole city is full of clout chasers I want to sugarcoat it. I will Add the vods i record from my end cuz I know these bitch be delete their bullshit and just hiding behind their keyboard. I will leak all DMS of this guy trying to lie and crop his bullshit. I woke up to my name being dragged again. I will show the ticket screenshot of how staff higher-ups behave too. Bitches be deep into their feelings. I got screenshots from where ai begins too. I have collected so much this past week. FUCK THAT bullshit after staff action made me actually leak everything So you see their true color and how horrible people they are. I will also make my report on twitch and show them this link to my blog so they can see all screenshots of the fact they drag this witch hunt behavior and target me outside of the video game. They trying to false reports to twitch but twitch sees me all I do to defend myself. but in fact how they give these mocking me etc cuz of not American fall under hateful conduct. They got nothing on me but I do on them.
It's the holidays I am going to be busy with Christmas eve and new years eve. After I am home from my brother's place I might stay over extra days. I don't know yet. But once the holidays and new years eve are over I will come home and sit down. Transfer all screenshots back from my harder driver hud. It will take hours cuz it's a lot of them.
Merry Christmas lovely's
next year going to be good for me. I can't wait ngl. Save money and look at houses for purchase. Aim for a big house so save money like crazy. I am going to have my mom live with me. I will have a talk with her in the gathering all under contract cuz me and her fight a lot mostly she is starting the fire. So she don't just run away after a small argument but our fight ain't that bad she mostly has with my sister fact she runs to me each time they fight. With me I am more peaceful as long she gives me personal space room to cool off. I had month of personal space from her drama. I am ready to talk to her again now xD She knows that if she gives me space we are Gucci. But with another sister of mine can't say the same thing.
I am super hype about finally be a homeowner, my first-ever homeowner. Plus I will save like crazy to have a big house with a garden and more rooms. That mom can live and also help me pay the loan back til it ours fully. I rather pay back money for myself than a private apartment that is super shady. In my own house, I can do what tf I want right. Also, my brother going for sure help me remodel the garden he did his own garden. i will take picture of how it looks now. try to find an old picture of his garden and how it looked before
if my go live with me, I will set ground rules. ZERO drama. NO drama people are welcome in my home. I like having a peaceful home like I have a super chill apartment at my place. It's drama a free zone. She can't interfere with what I do with my life. I am 31 and an adult. She can have guests over but zero shady people are welcome in my home. That I know they are shady as fuck. She to naive kind for her own good. I am like my dad I read people well. I want my guest to have fun and kids can run around my house without anyone tell to be quiet. I don't tolerate rudeness to the kids.
I witness that each time my niece was over to my sister's home she yell at them to be quiet. They can run as much as they want til they get so tired and they will be quiet. I want my home to be a super fun experience for my beautiful niece and nephew I don't care if they break anything cuz things are placeable but they aren't. i am the fun aunty ofc I have boundaries. But if they play and run around if they are not being mean to each other I allow them to do whatever they want.
Growing up I didn't have time to be a child I was in a war zone I had to grow up fast. I want my beautiful niece and nephew to have a better childhood than I had. and allow them to be children as much as they have. Cuz one day they adult that when life hits them hard. i want them to carry good life experiences they can carry with them to handle tough life better. There will be a lot of ground rules set in my household. I am trying to carry my dad's legacy and how fun he was when he gather the family around and everyone had fun. Trying to keep that alive. if nobody can respect my boundaries they got go out of my house. Family or not.
You will face many defeats in life, but never let yourself be defeated.
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[GORE] The Medium [FNAF OC]
Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-The-Medium-FNAF-OC-899872261
Published: Dec 5, 2021
Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858029
Whooo! Blood warning for the drawing, and I managed to describe gore two times during the story! Neat!
I initially was going to have the story that gave Morcant his introduction posted before the artwork of him having to deal with the Ancient Equinox animatronics, but the drawing I was planning was a large drawing showing Morcant's death and it wound up no going that well so I left the drawing as a sketch, as Morcant wound up being way too tall for everything else in the scene and all the perspective things looked bad. So, I instead drew him in his animatronic form beating his former employer to death.
The part where be beats his former employer to death is also the first (as a flash forward) and the near-ending scene of the story, so it's pretty cool how I managed to work that out.
Also you finally get a background on who the heck Saide is.
Also, this story makes me cry every single time I read it, and I wrote the damn thing!
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"This is for making me build my own coffin!"
Morcant stamped on the man's back and heard a satisfying but sickening crunch. He knew he had just broken the man's ribs. He then struck the man again, around the side of his head this time causing the factory manager to spit out blood and teeth.
"Be careful what you wish for, fucker!"
*****
This was supposed to be a normal day. Morcant walked into work and washed out his and his friends cups, like he always did. He then made a coffee for himself and his friend.
"Heya Morcant!" His friend said as she walked in at the usual time.
"Morning Saide," he replied, handing her a coffee.
As they went to thier workstation, a room at the back where they put prototypes of animatronics together by hand before the suits were sent for mass production, they were intercepted by the factory manager who passed them a blueprint and walked away.
They knew that he could talk, and he always spoke to every other employee, and even spoke to many of the higher-ups right in front of Morcant and Sadie's faces, but he chose to never talk to them unless he was going to yell at them. The man was always distant and impersonal, choosing to only communicate to him and her via emails addressed to 'prototyping' as opposed to sending emails to him or Saide directly. The last time he did speak to him, however, was when he was yelling at Saide for a mistake that he had forced her to make, and Morcant stepped in and told him to cut it out, for which Morcant also got an unjustified earful.
Morcant was planning on leaving soon to work elsewhere, but didn't want to leave Saide alone in this hell hole, so he had to tell her sooner or later.
Regardless, he checked the blueprint with a huff.
"Morcant the Medium."
He mumbled out loud, standing in the middle of the factory floor in shock and dread.
Saide looked at her friend, a little confused, then at the blueprint.
"Snap out of it, it's just a coincidence!" She said, her voice shaking slightly, trying to convince herself more than she was convincing Morcant.
Morcant shook himself back to reality and replied, "yeah. It's a rare but mystic sounding name. With this companies obsession with alliterations, it's gotta be a coincidence, right?"
After that little scare, the two of them finished heading to thier workstation and got to work constructing the robot.
As the parts were crafted and put together to make the face, Morcant couldn't shake the fact that it looked eerily similar to himself - an albino with his hair in a fluffy bob cut.
"How should we add the clothes?" Sadie asked, looking as if she were talking to the animatronic and not Morcant himself.
"Over here Saide. Wrong glasses?" He asked, noting she was wearing her close-up glasses, so he knew the animatronic would have looked blurred to her.
"Oh, sorry. Yeah wrong glasses," she replied before switching glasses and repeating her question.
"I'm not sure. The arms are made the colour of the costume, but the torso is the skin colour of its face, and the blueprint wants a button-up shirt." He said, looking through the parts box they had been given, "I think it's a case of glue the shirt on at the shoulders for now and figure out if we can add some buttons or studs later."
He stood up from being hunched over the parts box and held out a shirt that had its sleeves cropped so that it would fit on the animatronic.
"Seems about right." Saide added, looking at the suit.
The two of them then worked together to get the shirt onto the animatronic and glued it in place at the shoulders so it wouldn't slip off, but could still move around and be opened if needed.
"Let's take a break whilst the glue is drying." Morcant said, noticing that he had finished his coffee a while ago.
"Yeah. It's break time anyway." Saide replied, looking at the small clock on the room's one computer. "We got a lot done! He's almost complete, so we kinda deserve a break."
The two of them then walked out of thier back room and towards the break room when Saide remembered something.
"Shoot, I forgot my mug." She turned on her heels and walked back the way she came, "meet you there!"
Morcant nodded and replied, "see you there!" as he continued towards the break room.
It was eerily quiet. Usually, more people would be working. But no. It was just him.
He placed his cup down on the counter and went to grab the kettle when someone grabbed him.
A hand was clasped firmly over his mouth and a knife was held to his neck. He wanted to ask what was happening, he wanted to scream for help, but he couldn't do anything.
A sharp pain sliced across his throat and he felt a warm liquid pour out the wound and down his shirt. He knew his life was over.
His killer dropped him and he fell into a heap on the ground. He was bearly able to move and his vision was fading.
And then he heard someone scream.
Then footsteps.
He knew these footsteps, and he was both relived and saddened.
He didn't want Saide to see him like this, but he was also happy that he wouldn't have to die alone.
As the footsteps of his best friend came closer, they felt more distant, and the last thing he heard was her crying "Why did this happen? Who did this to you!"
Morcant didn't see his killer, but had a few ideas who it was, but he wasn't able to speak. He couldn't speak. He knew he wouldn't be ok, and he just wanted Saide to be able to get away from this place.
As he felt the final threads of his life snap, he felt himself change. He felt tingly, as if his while body was made from static. At first it was painful, but soon it became comfortable. He had heard dozens of ghosts recite variants of these sensations many times, and he knew he was dead.
The first thing he saw as a ghost was Saide crying over his dead body, crying out for help, that her best friend had just been murdered.
Morcant knew what he needed to do.
He went back to his former work station and saw the robotic version of himself.
"If it's a posessed medium animatronic they want, it's a posessed medium animatronic they get."
Taking the suit as his own, he rummaged through the box again, finding all of the accessories for the suit and clipped them together and sewed them onto the fabric layers so they'd stay in place. He then placed the circlet on his head and looked in the mirror. If his eyesight were any worse, he would have thought that he was still alive. As he tightened the final bolts, he felt like he belonged in this suit, and it wasn't a stretch to say that this was his destiny.
But there was one thing he needed to deal with first.
He wrote a small note on the back of the blueprint and grabbed his toolbox and his staff and walked out of his backroom workstation for the final time, looking straight into the security camera.
As he made his way through the factory, he saw a small crowd around his corpse. He knew that the police would be here soon, so he had to act now.
He slipped the blueprint under the door to the security office and continued towards the factory managers office.
He didn't even bother to knock. He kicked in the door and stormed up to the man.
The factory manager seemed confused. Then the realization hit as they both saw the blood stained knife. Fresh red was streaked on the metal over translucent dried up red and dried up brown. Morcant sure as hell wasn't the first.
Morcant saw the blood on the factory managers hands and the man had no excuse.
Before the factory manager could begin to beg for mercy, Morcant whacked the man in the ribs with his staff, causing him to fall on his side.
"If it's a posessed medium animatronic you want, it's a posessed medium animatronic you get!"
Morcant screamed as he brought his staff down on his former employer's head, causing the man to scream out.
No sympathy.
"This is for making me build my own coffin!"
Morcant stamped on the man's back and heard a satisfying but sickening crunch. He knew he had just broken the man's ribs. He then struck the man again, around the side of his head this time causing the factory manager to spit out blood and teeth.
"Be careful what you wish for, fucker!"
He yelled as be raised his staff into the air once again, and brought it down over the man's head. Blood came out and splashed onto the floor and onto his staff, but the man was still alive. He then wedged his foot under the man's torso and kicked him over so that he had access to the man's face; it was already a little bloody and bruised, but it could be more bloody and bruised.
Morcant raised his staff and hit the man again, over and over, blood splattering everywhere, then shards of bone begun to scatter across the floor, then brain matter begun to coat the ground, Morcant's boots, and his staff.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't stop until the man's face no longer resembled anything human.
In one last fit of rage, Morcant raised his staff over the man's chest and pushed it down in one swift blow.
The flesh gave way underneath, the cartilage didn't stand a chance, and blood spewed out as the man's dead heart was crushed.
Even though Morcant didn't need to breathe, he found he was breathing, and it was heavy and laboured at that. As if he were alive.
But he knew he was dead. He had known ghosts inside animatronic suits to breathe. He was now no different.
His hands were still metal, his face was still metal plates over an endoskeleton of wires. He even felt the face places move around as he readjusted himself.
There was no doubting that he was dead, and now the factory manager was too.
But there was one last thing.
He opened his toolbox and duct taped a peice of wire to a battery.
Then as he saw the ghost of his former employer manifest, he plunged his make-shift stun gun into the manifesting ghost, erasing it from existence.
"To protect Saide." He said to himself. "Can't have him coming back to hurt her. Fucker can only try and be remnant now, an' as if that's going to happen."
Morcant then walked out of the room, and down the corridor, but his path was blocked by a scared security guard who looked like he had seen the whole thing through the cameras.
"Morcant?" The guard mumbled, scared and confused.
Morcant sighed, knowing he had to get past, but not wanting to hurt his former colleague.
"I've done what I've needed to do. I promise I am no longer a threat. Besides, I know how hard you guards have it, so how about you go back in your office and sit down. Nobody will blame you." Morcant said knowing that the poor guy had seen some shit, and some of it was his fault today.
The guard seemed conflicted, but quickly decided that it wasn't worth it to try and stand up to an animatronic who was just letting him go. He stood slightly off to the side, giving Morcant enough room to walk past him through the stupidly narrow coridoor.
"My apologies," Morcant replied as he walked past the terrified guard, who showed no resistance as Morcant simply slipped by, "and good luck, friend. But before I forget, when the police arrive, show them the blueprint I gave you. I wrote a note on it, and that combined with the blueprint itself should explain everything."
Another look at the guard, and he saw something he had seen many times before, but he now understood it and wanted to say what it was, "and your grandpa's watching over you, by the way. Gentle fellow, he figured you may have needed some of his luck."
Morcant didn't want to leave any loose ends, as he was already dead anyway and for Sadie's sake, he wanted this whole thing to be figured out as soon as possible. Whilst the dead could be destroyed, and even though paranormal departments in the police force were becoming a thing, there was no system for convicting and punishing the dead. All those departments did were help victims of ghost and attacks, and if the ghost could be helped and calmed down, they would do that, because what were you supposed to do with a ghost anyway?
So he had nothing to fear or lose.
As Morcant left the coridoor and re-entered the factory floor, he noticed the emergency services had not yet arrived still. Saide was still sobbing over his corpse, and all his colleagues were there. The dead ones too, but he was the only one who could see them.
"At least everyone has an alibi."
He wanted to go up to Saide, he wanted to tell her goodbye, but he knew that it was more trouble than it was worth and would put her in danger.
It would be better if he left.
But he had to give her something.
There was one accessory on the suit that he felt he should give her as a momento. It felt tacky on him, but on her, it'd look cute.
Making sure he approached at a time where all eyes were away, he removed the suits necklace and snuck over to the crowd. He saw Saide's mug, and that it was empty. He fastened the necklace to the handle of the mug and whilst nobody was looking, made her one last coffee.
He then walked towards the back exit after hearing sirens. He hadn't cleaned himself up, and didn't want to cause a fuss, but as he snuck out the back, he noticed somebody look at Saide's mug.
"Who made Saide this coffee? It's hot, so someone made it recently? I don't remember anyone using the coffee machine since, well, this, and I know it was empty when I got here." One worker asked
"Who left this necklace here?" Another asked.
"D-Do you think Morcant's ghost did it?" Yet another one asked.
"I ain't one for ghost stories, but if no-ones owning up, it sure seems that way," a fourth replied.
Someone nudged Saide to get her attention, and passed her the coffee and the necklace. She seemed shaky, but she recognised the taste of the coffee, and when he took one last look at her, she was wearing the necklace and had a teary smile, knowing he was thinking about her from beyond the grave.
There was nothing left for Morcant here, so he left.
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Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader
Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink
Word Count :: 2,439
Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you
A/N :: I was gonna make a fic about someone else, but then I saw The Suicide Squad trailor and goddamn Joel Kinnaman. I love that tall beautiful bastard. Also, I’m not super happy about the title, but it was all I could come up with, meh
As Amanda Waller’s assistant, you had to deal with a lot daily. It wasn’t just about making sure she got her black coffee right when she walked into the building and managing her scheduled meetings. You had to ensure everything, and one, was in order for her. If someone told you they were running late, you forced them to be on time. You carefully inspected each report and corrected them before turning them into Waller. You got her any top-secret document she needed and kept it hidden. Hell, you even helped her with Task Force X, going through the list of criminals and writing down a thorough analysis of each potential member’s abilities.
Despite working for a woman who was heartless and calculating, you were as timid as a mouse. You rarely spoke to others unless you needed to. After working for Waller for several years, you found it best not to make any personal relationships with the people you met. She warned you most didn’t last very long and very few could be trusted.
One person who had stuck around though and Waller seemed to even trust Colonel Rick Flag. You two started working for her around the same time, and yet, you could barely hold a conversation with the man.
When you first met him, you constantly felt overwhelmed whenever you were left alone with him. It didn’t help that he appeared rather intimidating, with a serious expression almost always on his face, and towered over you. He was 6’2’’, and even in your favorite pumps, which added a good three inches to your height, you were still, smaller than him in frame.
However, regardless of your inability to speak around him, he continuously tried to start conversations with you and be friendly towards you. His constant attempts helped you grow used to him, but your face always heated up and you grew ridged when he got too close when you were alone. You didn’t understand the feeling, nor did you didn’t hate the feeling. It confused you.
-
Rick was absolutely perplexed by your meek behavior, especially since he’d witness before how assertive you could get when it came to getting something done for your shared boss.
So it was no wonder he worried about you whenever Waller brought you along to see the Task Force X members. They were psychotic criminals, and you were like a slab of meat to some of them. You almost always wore a skirt or dress with a pair of pumps or oxford flats. Rick would be lying if he said you didn’t look perfect every hour of the day.
He used to wonder if you were actually as innocent as you acted outside of work. Then, he saw you run as fast as you possibly could when Harley tried to give you what she called ‘wholesome safe dating advice’.
Since then, Rick did his best to make sure you were at least arm’s length away from any psycho. He even went as far as stepping right in front of you when someone got too close. Somehow, standing either beside you or a bit in front of you had become a habit of his when he noticed you were uncomfortable.
Like now.
-
Waller sent you and Rick to a hidden ARGUS base hidden in the woods. Rick was obviously there to lead the team. You were there to give them their mission and an extensive overview.
There was a row of chairs for each Task Force X member to sit in. You stood in front of them with a large screen behind you, displaying various diagrams and photos for the mission. Rick stood off to the side, just behind all the seated members.
You looked away from your presentation, the projector turning off and the lights on. “So, are there any questions?”
Harley’s hand shot up. “Did you want me to continue giving you dating advice now or would you prefer I write it all down and give it to you later?”
Your eyes squinted and your lips curved downward just a bit. “What- no. That has nothing to do with the missions and I don’t need your advice…” Your voice trailed off, at a loss on how to deal with Harley.
Rick took a step forward. “Harley, stop it,” He warned her.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I think someone has a major crush on you (Y/N) and I wanna see if he makes a move.”
You were silent for a moment, processing what she had said before your eyes widened upon realization. Surprised, you couldn’t stop yourself from confirming what you had heard. “What did you say?”
“Nothing!” She sang, springing up from her seat.
“Hold on, now I’m interested too,” Floyd chimed in. “Now just who do you think it is that has a crush on lil ol’ (Y/N). I mean, no offense,” He glanced at you before turning his head back to Harley, “but she’s too skittery.”
Digger hopped up from his seat, shaking his head. “Nah mate, that adds on to her appeal.”
He started walking towards you and instinctively you started to back away until your back was against the wall. As he was getting closer, Digger’s hand started to extend, reaching out for you.
“See, it makes it fun to try and catch her.”
You shut your eyes, ready to scream the second he dared touching you. Instead of feeling what you thought would be cold dirty fingers, you heard Digger begin to plead.
“Woah! I was only joking around! Let me go!”
Eyes now wide, you saw Rick hoisting the Aussie up in the air by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill, Digger’s head would be gone.
“What are the rules?” He asked in a cold tone.
“No escaping and no disobeying,” Digger said quickly.
“Oh! Also no annoying or vexing you!” Harley added.
Rick still held Digger up. “And?”
Confused, Digger looked at Floyd for help who nodded his head towards you. “And-and no touching or teasing (Y/N)?”
Rick released Digger, throwing him towards the door. “Everyone out. We leave at zero one hundred hours.”
All of the criminals walked out of the room. Rick followed to make sure the door was closed once they were out, and locked the door.
You stepped away from the wall, straightening out your black pencil skirt. “Thank you for earlier Colonel Flag.”
“Rick. We’re alone,” He corrected you.
Around others at work, you addressed each other professionally: Colonel Flag and Ms. (L/N). Alone, Rick had started trying to get you used to calling him his name to be more comfortable around him.
“Right, thank you, Rick.”
You were about to clean up and reorganize your notes when you noticed Rick still seemed upset. He had the same annoyed expression he had when the criminals were around and his arms were crossed over his chest.
You cocked your head to the side. “Is something wrong?”
“What were you going to do?” He started walking forward.
“Pardon?”
“What were you going to do if he touched you?”
Your brows furrowed. Why was he asking this? “Most likely yell at him and push him away.”
“And then?”
“And then what?” Now, you were starting to get annoyed.
Rick stopped a foot away from you, eyes piercing down at you. “What if he didn’t stop?”
“He wouldn’t dare continue.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’ll keep me safe.”
Quickly, you realized what you said and turned your head to avoid his gaze. With a blush creeping onto your cheeks, your heart started to beat faster when he took one step closer to you.
Rick gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him with your large (E/C) eyes and that odd tingling feeling started up.
“What if I’m not there to keep you safe?”
“You always are.”
Like a flip was switched, Rick suddenly knew why he constantly wanted to make sure you were always alright. You worked for a harsh realist like Waller, but still naively believed good always prevailed. He wanted to make sure you never lost the blissful joy most did when they faced the harsh reality of the world.
His head lowered towards yours until his lips were pressed softly against yours. It was a simple kiss at first. Rick was unsure of how far he could go until you gently returned the kiss. Your hands went up to his chest and he lowered to your waist to pull you closer.
Wrapped in his arms, the odd tingling feeling turned into a warm little flame. You wanted to stay held like this forever.
When he pulled away, you lightly gripped his shirt and tugged. “Rick, I want more.”
“Are you sure, because it might be sweet now, but if we keep going-”
Without letting him finish, you pressed another kiss against his lips. Again, you two sweetly kissed for a few minutes. Then, you felt one of his hands lower down to the round of your ass. A small gasp escaped you upon being lifted, your legs wrapped around him for support. Your skirt bunched up revealing your thighs as a result.
Rick pulled away from your lips, begging to trail down kisses to your neck.
You knew what you two were doing, more importantly, where, was inappropriate. Though with your mind clouded, you didn’t care. You only wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t be disrupted.
“The-the door,” Your murmured,
“Already taken care of,” He said, lips pressed against your neck.
Rick started walking slowly, carrying you over to the row of chairs. Before he took a seat, he put you back down on your feet.
Suddenly, the world spun and you were now seated on his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms hugged you close to him while he continued to kiss your neck.
Due to your skirt bunched up, you could feel his denim jeans below you. With heat growing in you, without thinking, you started to move your hips in his lap.
A small chuckle left him. One of his arms released its hold on you to start trailing up and down the side of your thigh. “Is this why you’re always so tense when we’re alone?” His hand moved to your inner thigh, coming closer to your core.
Your hands shot up to cover your blushing face. Was this why? You never quite understood why before, but it was starting to make sense now.
Rick’s other hand pulled your hands down. When he wrapped his arm around you again, he made sure to keep your arms down as well so you couldn’t hide your face.
“Come on now, don’t be shy. It’s just us.”
“Mmm!”
You bit your lip feeling him begin to rub your clit through your damp panties. You started to squirm a bit, a clear bulge forming and pressing up against you. He pushed the fabric to the side, inserting only one finger. You moaned softly, your legs spreading open and welcoming him.
Rick pushed in his one finger as deep as he could before pulling it completely out and sticking it back in. This time, his finger curved in you and you felt your cunt tighten. When it did, he stuck a second finger in you. His fingers pumped at a consistent pace, and you kept your moans at a low volume.
You could feel his hardened erection through his jeans pressing firmly against you now. With his fingers still pumping, you started moving your hips along to feel his covered length.
Rick let out a quiet curse, the tightness of his jeans too much. He let go of his hold on you to unbuckle his pants and release his cock.
“I tried to get you ready, but,” He pulled his fingers out completely, both hands now gripping your hips and lifting you up, “this might still hurt a bit.”
He started lowering you down on him and your eyes widened once he had gotten just the head of his dick in. The further he pushed in, the more pain you felt, your eyes growing glossy as a result. He lowered you until you were seated on him again and he was fully filling you up.
You could feel your pussy aching and tightening around him, never being filled up this much before.
“Christ you have a tight little cunt,” Rick gritted out.
Honestly, he surprised himself you managed to take all of him in, but he knew you were in pain. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his length, even if your clenching walls were driving him mad. Though, you could tell by his tight grip on your hips, staying still was driving him mad.
To distract yourself from the pain, you turned your head back to look up at him and pulled him down for another kiss. This time, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the wet space.
During the kiss, you finally started bouncing up and down in his lap. He helped guide you, keeping you at a steady pace.
With your tight pussy squeezing around him, Rick couldn’t keep the pace you had set. He started thrusting his pelvis up and moved you down on him faster. Eventually, you were no longer in any control while he fucked you. Then, he pulled you out completely and rammed back into you, slamming you down.
“Rick!” You screamed, a sensitive spot now hit.
He did it again and again, your screams growing louder each time he hit your sweet spot.
Each of your breaths was growing heavier, and his fast pace was now ragged. He hit you once more and your head fell back against his chest, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your cunt clenching and finally releasing around him.
With just a few more thrusts, Rick’s hips bucked into you and he held you still for one moment so he could cum inside you. You felt his cock pulse with each hot spurt in you, causing a shiver.
After, he moved you only a few more times slowly for you each to ride out your climaxes. Once done, he pulled you off of him and stood up.
Rick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you each steadied your breathing.
“So, I take it you’ll start acting normal now when we’re alone?” He asked you.
“I’ll probably heat up thinking about this.”
“I’m fine with that too.”
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Hi! I had a fix idea. So a switch!reader and she is in a relationship with the marauders(without Peter) and the boys find out. And like Remus is trying to convince Sirius to try it since he is a switch too(James is a sub and Remus is a dom) and like maybe the reader is feeling bad about messing up the dynamics and tells Remus to forget about it but her feeling bad eventually causes Sirius to give in and then ✨smut✨ You can obviously ignore this. Just thought I would share my thought❤️❤️
"Absolutely not!"
Sub! James x Dom! Remus x Switch! Sirius x Switch! Fem! Reader.
Summary: You want to try and be a dom for once, though Sirius isn't willing to look at you as anything but a sub. Remus and James on the other hand, want you to take charge.
Warning: Smut!, degration kink, praise kink, fingering (male receiving), daddy kink, mommy kink, oral (male receiving), slapping, probably more but this is just filthy.
Note: I hope this was okay. I don't feel like this was exactly what you were asking for, but I needed to add some drama lol.
Word count: 2,295
You had been feeling off about sex recently. It wasn't the fact that Remus was a dom. Or that James was a sub. Or that Sirius was both. What it was, was that you were a sub, or so they thought.
Yes, you loved being their 'good girl' and making them feel good, but sometimes you wished you could take the role of being in charge. Being the one to praise them for being good. Though you thought none of your boyfriends noticed your odd behaviors during your time in the bedroom, you were very wrong.
You were sat on one of the scarlet couches in the Gryffindor common room, watching as the orange flames danced in the pit. Your peaceful headspace was soon to be interrupted.
"Everyone out!" a voice yelled, startling you.
As people started to stand to leave the common room, a certain red head, also known as Lily Evans, took a stand. "No Potter. This is your common room. You can't just order people around!"
"Actually, Evans, I can. I'm head boy." the bespectacled boy said. Before Lily could argue anymore, you watched as Remus gave her a small pleading smile. Her gaze flickered to you and soon she softened.
"Alright then." she said before walking out of the portrait hole.
You knew what this was about. You knew why they wanted to talk privately, especially somewhere that wasn't the boys' bedroom.
You'd been avoiding them.
Sex was a common thing in your relationship, not that you were complaining at all. But to avoid the sex and the uncomfortable sub position you were constantly put in, you avoided them all together.
You kept your gaze on the flames before you, barely noticing each of the boys had taken seats on the couch beside you. Though you felt their stares lingering on your curled up frame, you ignored them the best you could.
"Pup." Remus said softly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Us." Sirius corrected.
You heard Remus let out a sight before correcting himself. "Can you tell us, what's going on?"
You didn't speak.
Your heart was beating rapidly and you got the sudden urge to vomit. And when the blush took over your cheeks, you hid your head in your hands.
You were embarrassed.
Embarrassed to explain that you wanted to not only be a sub, but also be a dom. And it wasn't James or Remus you had to worry about, it was Sirius. The raven haired boy liked how things were in the bed, he didn't want a change, and of course you knew that.
"Hey. We asked you a question." Sirius said.
"You not....breaking up with us, are you?" you heard James whisper. Hearing is sad voice broke your heart, and in an instant you revealed your blushed cheeks to the boys and raced to say your next words.
"No!"
James' frown turned into a lopsided grin at your answer. And suddenly you heard a set of chuckles. Turning your gaze to your other two boyfriends, you found both of them smirking.
"What?"
"Your embarrassed." Sirius said.
"Am not!"
"We like seeing you all flustered puppy." Remus smiled.
"Wanna take this to the room?" Sirius' smirk widened, and instantly your shoulders fell.
"No she doesn't." Remus said. "Pup? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is something bothering you?"
You just gave your head a simple shake from side to side.
"I think I have a guess." you heard the raven haired boy say, and without even looking at him, you knew he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "I think our puppy broke a rule."
At those words your head snapped up. "No I didn't!"
"See. From the way your acting I'd say you did." he went on.
"No!"
"Are you back talking?" he smirked as your shoulders dropped yet again. "See. You just broke a rule. Back talking to your daddies."
And here you were, yet again, being put back in the sub position. You ignored the arousal pooling in your panties, as you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and turned your stony gaze back to the fire. Yes. You were horny. You had been avoiding sex for about two weeks and still, the sub side of you wanted to follow their rules so you stuck to them. One of them just happened to be 'no getting yourself off,' so you didn't.
"I think you need to be punished pup." Sirius said in a sing song voice.
Remus noticed you seemed off. He sent Sirius a stern look, making the boy sink down into the couch. The sandy haired boy stood up and made his way to where he was kneeling in front of you.
"Poppet?" you turned you eyes to meet his brown ones. "What's the matter?"
Your mind swarm with thought and ways to put together your explanation. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the perfect words.
"You just what pup?"
"I-" you took a deep breathe and squeezed your eyes shut and allowed the words to come out in a quick, jumbled mess. "I just don't like being a sub all the time! I want to take charge once in a while. I'm a switch! Just like Siri and I-"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Remus cut you off. "Say it again. Slower this time."
You huffed and opened your eyes to meet his yet again. "I don't want to be a sub all the time. Sometimes I want to take charge like you and Siri do. I like being a sub sometimes, but not always. I love being your good girl, but sometimes I just want you to be my good boys."
A silence took over the four of you. The blush that was once on your face turned a deeper shade of red.
"Alright-"
"Absolutely not!" Sirius cut Remus' words off. "No way!"
"Daddy-" Sirius cut off James this time.
"No! I don't care what you two say, I'm saying no!"
Your shoulders slumped. You were put into this uncomfortable position. You wished you could take everything back. You wished you'd never said anything in the first place. You were drowning in your own thought. Your brain muffling the sound of the arguing boys next to you.
"We can't just do what we want Sirius!"
"There can't be three doms and one sub! I mean, James is already sensitive enough. Imagine of we have three people going at him!"
"Hey!" James whined.
"Oh shush. You know it's true."
"Stop. Both of you." Remus said sternly. "Sirius, if there can't be three doms, then you be a sub."
"No fucking way!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I'm a dom!"
"Actually," James said. "Your both Siri. Why can't she be both? That way there would be..."
"Technically, three subs and three doms." Remus concluded.
"No. She's a sub. I don't care what she wants. She will obey you and I. We are her daddies. What does she want? To be called mommy?" he laughs. "That sound fucking stupid."
"Sirius! Stop being a brat-"
"It's fine." you interrupted them. "I shouldn't have tried to change it. Just...pretend I didn't say anything."
You got up and made your way up to the boys' dorm, to which you shared, having not been to your dorm since fifth year. You plopped yourself on the fifth bed, also known as the extra bed, in the room. You grumbled into your pillow, completely oblivious to the arguing going on down below.
"Look what you did Sirius!" James exclaimed. The boys head snapped to James a scowl etched on his lips.
"I didn't do anything."
"Yes. You. Did." Remus seethed. The lycanthrope stepped towards the black haired boy, making him gulp nervously. Remus planted a slap to the boys' cheek. "What did I say about being a brat? Huh?"
"It makes me a bad boy." he said quietly.
"Yes it does. Why can't you just be a good boy like James?"
"I am a good boy!" Sirius whined, he sub side finally showing.
"No. Your not. You hurt puppies feelings."
Realization dawned on the boy and he immediately ran up to the dorm, followed by James and Remus.
"I'm sorry!" Sirius cried once he barged into the room. "I was a bad boy. Hurt mommy's feelings."
You froze and turned to the boys, finding James' hazel eyes blown wide, Sirius practically crying, and Remus standing against the door, a smirk wide on his face.
"What? I-I thought..."
"I'm so sorry mommy. Wanna be a good boy. Wanna make mommy happy."
"I..."
"I think little Sirius needs to be punished. What do you think James?" Remus asked.
"Yes daddy. I think mommy needs to punish Siri." he answered.
"W-what? I-..."
"What do I do to you or James when your bad?" Remus asked as he takes long strides to sit next to you on the bed. "Sirius, come here." The boy sheepishly makes his way over to the two of you until he's standing directly in front of you. "Talk to him. Tell him he's bad. Tell him why he's bad." Remus whispered in your ear. "Take charge doll."
This is what you were waiting for. To take charge.
"You were being mean Si." you said. "Hurt my-"
"Who are you?" Remus asked. "Have to address who you are."
"Hurt mommy's feelings."
"I know! I'm so sorry mommy!" he cried.
You contemplated what to do next. "Punish him." Remus whispered.
You stood up so you were face to face with the boy in front of you. You teasingly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the item off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and boxers. You looked over the boy, watching as his hard on sat up straight, leaking precum. "Lay down."
"Yes mommy." he crawled up into the bed. Laying so he was on his stomach, his hands were intertwined on his back and he got a perfect view of the bed right in front of him. You seated yourself so you were sitting at his side. Before touching him though, you addressed the other two boys.
"Hey Jamesie?"
The boy perked up at the call of his name a lopsided smile taking over his features. "Yes mommy?"
"Want to help daddy out? Want to suck his cock while I punish Siri?"
James nodded his head rapidly before hurriedly making his way over to the bed that just so happened to be right in front of Sirius. "Yes mommy. Want to be a good boy."
"Good job bubba."
Remus was quick to discard himself, and James, of their clothes. "Good boy." he cooed as James started working on his cock.
"Alright. What should I do, huh?" you asked the boy.
"Punish me mommy. Wanna be your good boy." he whimpered. You thought for a moment. Thinking of all the punishments you received. You smirked when you got an idea.
"Ass up." you instructed, watching how he instantly rested himself on his hands and knees. You took one hand down to his cock. Hearing him moan just at the touch made your legs squeeze together. "Don't take your eyes off them. And you better not cum. Got it?"
"Yes mommy."
"Good." you smirked.
Your hand slowly went up and down on his cock, feeling all the veins and how it twitched when she squeezed. She took her pointer finger and placed it in her mouth, wetting it. Once it was slick, she took it down so she was tracing his hole, earning moans from him. You pussy clenched around nothing and the arousal sitting in your underwear grew uncomfortable as you listened to James' gags and Sirius and Remus' moans.
You slowly aloud your finger to push in, going slow, because while this was punishment, you didn't want to injure or hurt him in any way. You listened to him moan loudly and his back arch.
"Are you okay?" you whispered.
"Yes! Mommy!" he moaned.
You sped up your finger slightly and fisted his cock. As you kept your movements the same, you turned to James and Remus. James had his nose buried in Remus' happy trail.
"Fuuuuck. Such a good boy." you heard Remus moan before pulling the boys head off so he could breathe. After a moment, Remus forced James mouth back onto his cock and bobbed his head up and down. You, in the mean time, took in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. Eyes glued to your other two boyfriends. Cock twitching as he did his best not to cum. And your finger pumping in and out of his hole. "M'gonna cum James. And you better swallow." you heard Remus instruct, earning a moan from James. And in seconds, Remus was cumming down the boys throat and the room was full of loud moans.
"Mommy! I can't! M'gonna cum." Sirius screamed.
"You better not. You wanna be my good boy right?"
"Yes!"
"Then don't cum. Just ten more seconds."
And when you felt his cock twitch violently in your hand, you drew your hand back and slowly took your finger out. He collapsed down onto the mattress.
"Am I good now mommy?" he asked.
You crawled off the bed and went so you were kneeling in front of his face. "So good baby. Watched them the whole time, and didn't even cum!"
"Now we have to make mommy cum!" James said excitedly.
"Right Jamesie." Remus smiled.
"Want to fuck mommy Jamesie boy?" you asked, getting up and going over to the boy on the bed.
"Yes mommy! Wanna make mommy cum. Wanna be her good boy." he went on.
"Okay James. Remus, help out Sirius over there. He's a good boy." you said.
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