#don't get me wrong i'm happy the series isn't dead

[helladventurers]

Man i fucking hate it that i can't be unconditionally happy about EO news due to atlus' dumbass greed

#don't get me wrong i'm happy the series isn't dead #but also 80 dolars is a tough sell #if (and that's a big if) i buy it it'll likely be on a sale #the new stuff is cool and all but it does not justify the price in my eyes #tfw when you go from joyful crying during the announcement to 'i feel dead inside' in less than 24 hours #capitalism ruins everything

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part six

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: i just finished writing s1, and we're halfway through! so in case anyone was wondering, s1 will have 12 parts :) i haven't started s2 yet but i am so excited to!!

series masterlist // playlist

Days passed, no sign of Coryo. The only reason you know he isn't dead is because Sejanus came and told you he would be alright. That didn't do much to quell your worries.

Selfishly, you were scared you wouldn't get to see him again. You knew you wouldn't, actually. Now you were truly alone. Just you and his blanket, the book he gave you, and the dress your mother made. And Sejanus Plinth, you supposed. None of the surviving tributes would even talk to you- not that you really felt like talking. Just reading. You've read and re-read Romeo and Juliet no less than three times since Coriolanus passed the book through the bars to you the night before you went into the arena.

"I know you asked for this, and it's a little early, but happy birthday." Coryo whispers, smiling as the dark of night encases the two of you into your own little world.

He hands you a small box, wrapped in parcel paper and complete with a ribbon made of some kind of knitting thread. You grin, taking it from his hand and carefully untying the bow, delicately pulling the paper apart where it's taped together so as not to rip it. A copy of Romeo and Juliet. Old, tattered, falling apart; well-loved.

"Oh, Coryo, you didn't have to give me anything. That's too sweet." You grin, immediately flipping through the pages despite the dark preventing you from seeing a single word. "Thank you."

"Of course." He says, watching only you as your eyes flick over the pages. What little light falls from the moon is reflected in your eyes, and he wouldn't dare look away.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." You say softly, and at first, he thinks you're talking to yourself until you look up at him. A small, almost shy smile fit perfectly onto your lips.

"You like it?" He asks, the answer obvious even to him.

"I love it."

You were his tribute. Not a friend, certainly not more, but as he reaches through the bars to let his fingers brush over your cheek all rational thought means nothing. He doesn't realize he's staring at your lips until you comment on it.

"Is this why you asked if I have a boyfriend?" You whisper, your natural smile returns, and he's quickly looking anywhere else. Your eyes, your hair, the spot where his fingertips meet your cheekbone just below your hairline. Anywhere else. "Because I know it wasn't on that list of questions."

He's quickly backtracking, dropping his hand. This was wrong and he knew it. "I, uh, Tigris made you some cake. It's not good, but it's the best we could do." He says, redirecting his attention to his bag as he pulls out the small paper bag.

You sit back, blushing furiously. "I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, and it comes across more nervously than you intended.

"Here." He hands it to you, and you gently place the book next to you on the ground so you don't get any crumbs on it. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

And just like that, he's gone.

You're grateful when you see Sejanus coming back with his bag of food and water. It had become some form of a routine, at this point. The citizens of the Capitol weren't allowed to bring you food anymore, he was the only one who did for you now that Coryo was gone, and now that his tribute had escaped as well.

"Sejanus." You smile, standing up as he gets closer.

"Y/N. Holding up okay?" He asks, a sad look behind his tired eyes. He looked almost as tired as you, you were sure, but you hadn't seen a mirror since you left your house before the reaping.

You sigh. "I'm holding up." You answer simply. Sejanus is the only person you feel comfortable being totally honest with, but at the same time, you don't want to because you know he already feels bad for what you're going through. He's the only one outside this cage who kind of understands. "How about you?"

"I'm alright." He shrugs, reaching into his bag and pulling out a sandwich for you. You could never get sick of these. "I also have salt, if it needs more of that." He hands you a small bag of table salt alongside it.

"Thank you." You grin, tucking the bag into your pocket incase you needed it. "Any news about Coryo?" You ask hopefully, taking a bite. You already feel your starvation-induced nausea fading away.

"Not really. He's recovering, though." Sejanus answers. "Are you ready for the interview tonight?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You grin. "I was right, I didn't need the book. I already had the whole thing memorized, but it's been so lovely to get to read it again."

"It must be." He nods. "Gives you something to do."

You hum in agreement, looking around at the other tributes. No one is even moving much anymore. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

You look down at your sandwich while you think about how you want to word this. "Is Coryo..." No, that's not it. "I got the feeling that he actually cared for me. Is that true?"

"Coryo has never been one to tell anyone what he's thinking." Sejanus says, entirely unhelpfully. That's not his fault, though. "But if I had to guess, I would say yes."

"I'm just wondering because it's nice to have friends now. Here. At the end." You smile sadly before taking another bite. "And I was worried I had upset him."

"You? No." Sejanus shakes his head. "I don't think you could if you tried."

"Why's that?"

"Well... It's hard to explain. He's always been super focused on school, on the prize, but now, when it matters most, I feel like he's more focused on you and making sure you actually win." He tells you. "But, like I said, he wouldn't talk about it even if I asked him outright."

You nod. "Thank you, Sejanus. For always being honest with me."

"Of course. It's the very least I can do, all things considered."

"Can I ask you for one more favour?" You ask hopefully. "If not I understand, you must be quite busy."

"I have the rest of my life to be busy." He shakes his head. "What do you need?"

"Will you tell Coryo thank you, for me?"

"Yes. Of course." He agrees without hesitation.

"And do you have a pencil and paper?"

Sejanus headed home for a while and then back to the hospital after his visit with you, armed with your note in his pocket to pass on to Coryo. He was hoping he would be awake right now, he had been so on and off the last few days. More grumpy than normal, and Sejanus could tell it was driving him up the wall that he couldn't go see you. But the interviews had already started, so he would get to see you soon- even if it's just through the screen.

"Tigris." He whispers, pulling back the curtain as he sees the familiar girl sitting at his friend's side. She hadn't left her cousin most of the time he'd been bedridden, she was there every time Sejanus checked in.

"Oh, hello." She whispers, smiling at him. "He's still resting, but he's feeling a bit better today I think."

"That's good. I'm glad to hear it." Sejanus agrees, taking the seat next to her. "I went to see Y/N. She's eaten. She doesn't look good, though."

Tigris nods, returning her gaze to her sleeping cousin and pushing his hair away from his eyes. It's not like he needs to see, but she would do it anyway. Just to make sure he wouldn't be annoyed when he woke up. "He's been worrying about her. I can tell."

"She asked me if she did something to upset him. Has he said anything to you?"

"No, nothing." She shakes her head, lip jutting out at the confusing statement. Nothing at all would indicate to her that he was upset with you, but it's entirely possible that stuck in that cage day in and day out you could quickly become paranoid about who you could trust.

"Okay, good. That's what I told her anyway." He tries to be quiet as he speaks, but the whispering wakes his friend anyway.

Coryo's eyes fly open and he gasps, eyes landing on the two of them sitting in front of him.

"Coryo," Tigris says softly, a small, worried smile on her face.

"Y/N?" He asks, his voice husky from sleep. "Is she-"

"She's alive," Tigris promises, gently rubbing his arm, landing her hand on his and squeezing it gently.

"Is she hurt?"

"Not badly." Sejanus shakes his head. "A few decent cuts and bruises, but she'll be okay. I brought her some antibiotics the other day so nothing will get infected." You won't be okay, they both know that, but you certainly wouldn't be dying from the minor injuries you sustained in the rebel bombing.

He nods, slightly, trying to sit up. "How long was I sleeping? What did I miss?"

"Another tribute died from injuries," Sejanus replies. "Everyone is still scared. No one will go see them anymore, I haven't seen any of the other mentors there either. But I've been feeding her. She's okay."

Coryo nods, wincing at the pain in his back as he moves. The burn was bad, but apparently, it was healing well.

"Marcus is still missing. I haven't heard anything about him. They're hunting him but I still think he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Coryo asks, rubbing his head with his free hand, Tigris still holding his other one. "They're still going ahead with the games?"

Sejanus just slightly shakes his head, looking away. Coryo knows that that is a yes.

"Oh no... Y/N.... She could've run," He mumbles. "But she saved me."

"I tried to convince her to. I did." Sejanus reminds him. "She wouldn't budge."

All heads turn as Lucky's voice on the TV catches their attention. "And now, our final tribute. I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago. From District Twelve, Y/N Y/L/N. Come on out here!"

Lucretius motions for you to step out onto the stage and you do, gently placing the book and the blanket you had brought with you on the floor in a neat pile before joining him.

"Lucretius." You smile. "It's good to see you." You're nervous in front of so many people, the audience in front of you is much larger than the small one you spoke in front of at the reaping, and being in front of a camera without Coryo by your side made you antsy.

"You as well, Darling. Now, I was told you had something you wanted to do for us so I'll just leave you to that. Charm us! Remember, the world is watching." He smiles, gently patting your shoulder before walking just out of view of the cameras. His statement was far from reassuring.

"Uhm..." You stare out at the audience, and suddenly you're scared you've forgotten the entire thing. You had to do well. For Coryo and his prize. He needed this. "I've become aware that not many people know this play." You chuckle, trying to hide your nervousness behind it. "But Romeo and Juliet has always held a special place in my heart and I want to share that with the world, before I go."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You wonder if Coryo is watching. He's not here, you're sure of that, but you do hope he gets to see. And he does.

He stands up as soon as your face first appears on the screen, declining help from both Tigris and Sejanus as he limps over to the TV, cranking up the volume. Your fate depends on this, he knows it, but he can't look past the blue tint under your eyes and the bruises that litter almost every part of your exposed skin. The cuts are what get him the most. Your knuckles are cleaned up, mostly, but red and irritated as you twist your hands together nervously in front of you. Same with the crude black stitches on your upper arm. Irritated, neglected by professionals, but at least it wasn't serious.

"Come on... You can do it." He mumbles mostly to himself, and Tigris reaches up to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder as the three of them watch.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Immediately, he is confused. He expected to be, of course, but he could also tell as soon as you started reciting it, after the first line, your confidence was coming back to you. This play was your safe space.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love; and I'll no longer be a Capulet." You look out at the silent audience as you speak, a smile forming on your lips. They're listening. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague."

Coryo is wishing you had explained more to him about what this play is about. "What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name." He should have asked. Why didn't he ask? You told him yourself that you could talk about it for hours. Why didn't he take advantage of that when he had the chance?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." A rose. Of course a rose, was this for him? He longed to understand it better as he watched the donations tracker tick up and up toward the thousands.

"Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee," You take a deep breath for the first time since you started speaking. "Take all myself."

It was a beat or two before the audience clued in that you were done, and then the cheers started. A standing ovation, people wiping their eyes and clapping for you like you had changed their lives.

"Wow! Now wasn't that something, everyone!" Lucky laughs, coming back into the frame of Coryo's view from the camera. Tigris was in tears. The continual uptick of the donations counter was reassuring to him. As you smiled, cheeks flushing red. "The donations are just flooding in with a record high! That must feel good."

"Thank you, it does." You nod at Lucky, trying to place all your focus on him so you don't get too embarrassed in front of the crowd. At least you knew Coryo would be pleased. If you understood his prize situation as well as you thought you did, this was very good for him. "I just want to make my family and my mentor proud."

"You have a real talent. It's such a shame." The host says to you and you laugh awkwardly.

"Well, everyone loves something. I just loved books."

You continually referring to yourself in the past tense makes Coryo want to puke, looking away from the screen only briefly to take in the other nurses and patients watching too.

"We have just a few moments left, but I need to know, what is that about?"

"Oh! Well, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy." You explain, back to yourself again. "It's about two star-crossed lovers from feuding families. So, what Juliet was talking about, to put it very simply because I could go on and on about this, was that she loved Romeo for who he was- not just his name or his family. It didn't matter to her that they came from different places. She loves him anyway, and if he couldn't let go of his family, she would give up her own life for him."

Coryo's eyes widen. So it was about him. He can't help the tug on his lips that threatens to form a smile.

"Alrighty then, that's very sweet." Lucky replies. "Now, you said it's a tragedy. What is so tragic about a love story?"

"Well," You chuckle nervously. "They both die at the end."

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#tbosas #tbosas fic #hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #thg #thg fanfiction #thg series #thg movies #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus fanfiction #coryo x reader #coryo snow #snow lands on top

[faeryarchives]

when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & so what are we? & in sickness and in health

it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding. 

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha,"  ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen. 

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods. 

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie. 

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that 

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #faeryarchives #a.heartslabyul

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 4 | my life

Warnings | death , gojo starts to get a bit delusional , yandere gojo , gojo being salty about y/n's new life , mentions of su!c!de by poison , murder , grammatical errors , etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1120 AD

GOJO SHIRO, at the somewhat middle age of 30, couldn't believe his eyes. His six eyes, dulled a bit due to age, seemed to ignite with a sort of happiness as he looked down at a newborn that his dear daughter wanted him to meet. (As he got older, he was practically forced to marry someone from the clan elders despite him being the lord of the land and head of the clan now. He honestly didn't want to as he saw it as him betraying y/n, but alas, life must go on for the Gojo clan.)

"Her name is Y/n Gojo, isn't she cute?"

Life sure was cruel. Here he was still not dead from his second life and here y/n was already in her third, her second reincarnation. A sort of dark pit settled within him. A seed of pure rage entangled him and took root.

"She is cute," he muttered, but she wasn't supposed to start her second life without me. And she's a Gojo no less, so even if I reincarnated we wouldn't be able to be married together, we would be related to each other for God's sake!

He had to right the wrong.

So, he made a quick decision. A just decision.

"However, she's been cursed."

His daughter paled, "w- what?! Cursed?! But father-"

He held up his hand as y/n laid gently in his arms, "you know the rules as much as I do. That husband must of done something to you during childbirth, or when she was being conceived. You know better than anyone else that the Gojo clan has enemies lurking in the shadows."

"Minako would never hurt her! He loves our little girl!"

"And how can you be sure? You nor anyone else has the six eyes, you nor anyone else can see what I see, and this child is cursed. She'll bring the Gojo clan to ruin if she exists a second longer."

"But father-"

"Enough! If you do not have the will to end this cursed child's life, then I will take it upon myself."

"You can't father! You can't! There must be another way! We can save her!"

His daughter was in hysterics. All she wanted was for her father to finally meet her baby little girl. If she knew this was going to happen, then she would of run away with y/n and Minako in tow.

Urumei was summoned a moment later and had grabbed a tight hold of Gojo's daughter.

"Take her outside while I handle this."

"Of course, my lord."

His daughter could only kick and scream in Urumei's grip. Her wails being heard outside the door and down the hall as Gojo was left with y/n. His six eyes now focused onto the small baby in his arms.

"You're quite cruel for doing this to me, but don't worry y/n, my precious little y/n. I know you didn't have control over where you were born and who you were born too. But you must understand .. if I die and am reincarnated and you're not there, then how will I live? You're my world. And I'm your moon. You said so yourself. We made a deal. Its only fair that we be reincarnated at the same time so that we're together."

He activated hollow purple. And, for a moment, he was glad that she was still asleep. He doesn't think he would be able to go through with it if she were awake, and just as he was about to go through with it. She had opened her eyes. They were a brilliant, bright (color) and his breath faltered. Looking up at him, she smiled and giggled and held out her chubby, small hands up to him. Her fingers making grabbing motions.

He deactivated hollow purple and decided to just come up with the excuse to raise her himself and to "make sure she wasn't cursed anymore and didn't hurt anyone within the clan."

His daughter, when she was brought back in, could only weep and smile at the good news, grateful to her father for not killing her baby. Granted, since y/n was still "cursed" as she and everyone else within the clan were told to believe, then it meant she wouldn't be able to take care of her daughter and instead her father would look after her instead. But she was still happy nonetheless.

And that was how life went for the next fourteen years.

"Father, father, father!"

Now at the age of 44, Shiro could be found carrying y/n around on his back as she would point at the different food stalls, wanting to try all the different kinds of sweets they had.

Now, Shiro was, in fact, her grandfather of course, but he decided to blur the lines a bit on that since he was still young and because his daughter and her husband had passed away tragically in a cursed spirit attack when y/n was only two years old. Many found it odd how he didn't seem phased over their deaths but reckoned that he just needed to focus on caring for his newly made daughter instead.

And y/n simply didn't need to know. Besides, as he said, he was still relatively young so what was the harm in posing as her father figure instead? (Not to mention that he erased anything and everything related to his previous daughter and wife. Hell, he couldn't even remember their names!)

"You want to try that next?"

"Yes, please!"

Much to Shiro's delight, despite living under his doting care she still turned out the same as in her first two lives. Cute, shy, and super adorable. However, she was a bit chubby but that was only because he absolutely refused to see her in a sickly state as she was seen previously in her other lives. And it was nice seeing her so happy. He doesn't remember ever being so happy before with her first two families. Granted, in her second life her mother there was nice but y/n didn't have a father and her mother was always working. Not to mention those bullies were- he seethed a little, that's right. To y/n, this was the only life she lived, but to Gojo he was still in the life where those damn brats killed her.

He tried to clear his mind and focus on y/n instead.

The day went on and soon night fell which meant their usual routine. Y/n would wash up and immediately get dressed in her night clothes and come into his room. He would already be in bed and would pat the spot next to him as she would happily clamber in next to him.

But just before she would fall asleep, he would tap her on the nose.

"Forgetting something?"

She giggled a little as she turned towards him and lifted her head forward. Her lips gently pressing against his cheek as she gave him a tiny goodnight kiss.

"Goodnight, father! I love you!"

He kissed her forehead in return, and hugged her close, "goodnight my sweet angel."

And as she would fall into a deep sleep, he would find himself in discomfort. This was not the life he wanted with her. Not at all.

So he would find himself reaching into the cupboard next to his nightstand. His eyes glinting into the dark when he would find a dark vile. In it was a heavy poison. He knew what he had to do.

Uncorking the lid, he parted y/n's lips and let the liquid slip down her throat.

Now, this wasn't a rash decision, he's actually been thinking of this for quite some time. He couldn't wait any longer to die and to get reincarnated with y/n. He didn't want to be her father figure or even a father to her. He wanted to be her husband. But life was cruel.

It wasn't fair.

not fair

not fair

not fair

not fair

Thats what he always told himself, and he finally went through with it, and making sure that her heart stopped and she was truly dead. He, too, took a swig from the bottle and then promptly tossed the vile out the open window for someone to find while on patrol.

It wasn't fair. He deserved to have y/n as a wife, not a daughter, or as a granddaughter. It only made sense to finally start anew. Besides, she lived a decent life. A decent childhood. He could have killed her as a baby. Oh, he really could have. But he didn't. He let her live.

So, by doing that, he deserves to take that life away too and start again.

He knew they would be reincarnated together this time. Because they didn't end up together. This wasn't their happy ending.

Infinity taglist | @whore-for-hawks @esthelily @huicitawrites @flaming-vulpix

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #female reader #gojo satoru #gojo #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x reader

[ddollfface]

Hi, can you please do headcanons for kaiou retsu? If you want to...

𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚

𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙤𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Warnings; bad writing, really ooc, not proofread stalking, me rambling, manipulation, pretty short, I'm 90% sure that this isn't really yandere, but whatever. If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Pssh, what kind of question is that? Of course, I want to write for Retsu! I'm just really happy that someone requested something from baki... Anyway, I hope you enjoy! If you have any questions/suggestions, then feel free to ask!!

I find Retsu to be a very, very intriguing character, seeing as he's had so much development throughout the series. Not only that but when you look just at his past, you'll find that he's adapted and changed so much from his younger years. Restu has multiple different layers to his character, as most Baki men do, but I find that there are a lot of contradictions in his personality, which I'll get into why I think that is. But let's start from what we know because we have to establish what kind of man Restu is before we decide what kind of yandere he is (I also just like to talk lol).

We don't know too much about Restu's past, but we do know that he grew up in the temple, with no mention of any parents. I like to think that his mama (or both parents) just left him at the temple for whatever reason, the possibilities are truly endless. It doesn't matter too much, as Retsu's never shown to care too much for discussing his unknown parents, seeing as he holds his sensei/s in high regard.

I like to think that Retsu considers the martial arts his family; what comforts him when he's distraught or doesn't know what to do. Not having a family, someone to rely on, can cause a person's mental health to be warped. And that's why we always substitute it for something else, whether it be a father/mother figure, a sport, a job, or a lover. Whatever it is, we use it as a substitution for the emotional stability parents are supposed to give us (not saying that they always do).

And this is why I hypothesize that the martial arts is Retsu's substitution. He was conditioned to rely on it, to think of it as a way of life. Therefore, he doesn't rely on other people for emotional support, instead, turning to martial arts to lead the way, y'know?

Martial arts have consumed his life, taking control of his mind, and everyday activities. There's never a moment in the day where he isn't either actively practicing or thinking of it. There's nothing else he can think about, seeing as he was raised to; it's ingrained in his psyche.

This leads to a dead social life. Unless they're fellow fighters or some type of service worker, Retsu doesn't go out often and doesn't enjoy the company of others. This is partially because I think he's more of an introvert or never at places where he can make many friends. Don't get me wrong, he has allies, (After all, we can't forget when Shibukawa punched Musashi for Retsu), but do they do "friend things," y'know? I don't think they just hang out together or things of that nature.

And don't even get me started on Retsu with women, god. You can't convince me that he'd be a flustered mess if a woman ever took interest in him. It's not like he's some shy babygirl-type character, hell no, he's a badass, but he doesn't interact with women, growing up in a temple surely didn't help.

There likely weren't any women at the temple, unless they were there to clean or something (don't @ me, I have no clue), meaning there's no experience there. He's a fighter. Let's be honest, not many women are actively interacting with the fighters. Sure, they'll attend the fights and crap, but I don't think that it's often the fighters are being approached unless they're in a club or bar. Which I don't think Retsu is doing.

Now going back to the original point, Retsu is unbearable with women (if they're flirting). I don't think Retsu can't speak to them. He just can't flirt. He doesn't know how to handle romantic interest from a woman. If you were to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, or touch him in any way. His face would flush, and his eyes would widen. If you were to compliment him, I'd imagine him bowing or trying to maintain respect for you.

I can't really imagine too many ways you'd meet Restu, but it'd probably be with him swooping into your rescue (figuratively or literally). It could be that you were getting harassed, and he escorted you out of the situation, or you could've been struggling with picking something up (like groceries, a box, or something similar). I can even see that you're his new neighbor, and you bring him some food to introduce yourself (I like this idea the most, so we're going to roll with this one).

Assuming you meet Retsu through being his neighbor, you'll be able to grow a more organic relationship, seeing as you two see each other every day. I like to imagine that you'd bring him some sweets or something to introduce yourself, and Retsu will quickly rebut it by inviting you over for dinner, as a way to show his gratitude for the gift.

From there, you're relationship will subtly grow more and more, advancing from neighbors to close friends. You'll begin to notice that you're feeling eyes on you like someone is watching you. It's as if Retsu's always there now, somehow knowing where you are. He'll begin to show up at your local grocery store, but you'll brush it off. After all, you're neighbors, of course, you'll both attend the same stores! But then you'll see him at your work, subtly passing by right as your shift ends, stopping you to chat and walk you home. It's a little odd, you think, but Retsu's so considerate! He just wants to ensure your safety! There's nothing to worry about.

I think that Retsu will quickly realize that he's growing an attachment to you, as I think that he's the most emotionally aware man in the series. He knows that he became a little too attached, a little too paranoid over your being. But Retsu would rationalize it by telling himself that he's taking care of you, watching out for you, you, you.

He'll always be there for you. Whatever you need is did and done. You need someone to walk you home 'cause you're too scared to go alone, don't worry Retsu can do that for you, no problem. You're sick and need someone to take care of you? Pssh, not even a question. Retsu doesn't mind; he'll even bring over some herbal tea from his motherland. Oh, and don't even think about opening a door for yourself, nope. Don't worry, Retsu's there. He's such a gentleman, always there for you, conveniently knowing where you are at all times.

You have to understand that there are a lot of people who are out for Retsu, and by proxy, you. Retsu has to make sure you're safe and sound. No one can lay a finger on you, so just stay where he can see you, yeah? He'd never do anything to hurt you. He's always had your best interest in mind, making sure you're well-fed, properly clean, and having the attention you need, so just trust him, okay?

Don't mind him cutting all of your friends out of your life. They were just too toxic, leaving you out of everything, talking behind your back, so you should just let them go. And for your family? Well, they've been manipulating you into thinking that they want what's good for you, but you just don't realize how harmful they've been to you, don't you? It's okay, Retsu will help you. He can see how horrible they are.

Little do you know, this whole time Retsu has been threatening, cutting off, and hoarding you all for himself. He can't trust anyone with your safety. For all he knows, they could harm you, could take you away from him. He can't let them do that; he cares for you too much. You understand, surely, he's just looking out for you, so just turn the other way and do as he says.

Don't worry, he's going to handle everything.

#bad writing #yandere #lovesick #baki the grappler #kaioh retsu #kaioh retsu x reader #yandere kaioh retsu #yandere kaioh retsu x reader #retsu x reader #yandere male #x reader #yandere x you #baki x reader #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki dou #yandere x reader #baki the grappler x reader #baki the grappler headcanons

[overthinkthis]

transmasc feelings about The Sign ep. 6

I might be a little late with this but I finally realised that while most fandom discourse isn't really my thing, what I do love is reading why shows or certain characters or even a single scene make people feel a lot of things (especially when I personally don't relate to it that much). And The Sign has me sooo deep in my trans feelings, I need to share some of that.

Other people have already pointed out how Tharn can be read as a trans man, having been a princess in another life. And he's short (compared to the others). I know, not all trans men are short, but I am, so it's a trait that always helps me identify with a character.

The main thing though and the reason I'm writing this is his struggle for agency. Because in my experience, the first point of attack on trans men is exactly our agency. We're told we're just naive, confused (autistic) little girls, seduced by the patriachy to reject our own femininity. Victims of our own internalised misogony. That we can't be trusted to make our own decisions, that we need to be 'protected' by being denied our bodily autonomy.

And the way people treat Tharn feels so similar to this. Everyone is pushing him, everyone acts like they know better whether he should date Phaya and even when it comes from a good place (like with Yai) or can be seen as harmless banter, it's still a lot. And then we get the scene where Phaya punches Chalothorn and Tharn punches Phaya and I know this scene is controversial, but I love it! I don't want to comment on how well this worked in the context of the show but as an isolated scene I find it deeply cathartic to watch.

Chalothorn says he will do everything to keep Tharn from Phaya. Even if Tharn has to die.

I know it's because I'm biased but this oozes "I'd rather have a dead child/partner than a trans child/partner"-energy to me. And he gets punched for saying that! Obvs don't punch people irl if you can avoid it but seeing Phaya shut him down like that immediately was so satisfying to watch. Seeing the rage on Phaya's face alone, the same rage I feel for everyone trying to push people back into the suicidality of the closet for their own comfort, is just cathartic.

But then! Tharn punches Phaya and that is... bad, isn't it? Honestly, not to me. Phaya isn't just being a little bit pushy here, it is not the same situation as in ep 3 where Phaya also pushes boundaries but we see Tharn happily agree to the sparring match.

No, in this situation Tharn clearly states what he wants and Phaya ignores that and tries to forcefully drag Tharn away. We know that Phaya has his reasons. As an audience we know that trusting Chalothorn is the wrong choice but it is still Tharn's decision to make!

He punches Phaya and in that moment he takes back his agency, he asserts his boundaries and he isn't being punished for that. Phaya doesn't try to guilt-trip him later, he accepts that he was wrong in trying to force Tharn to come with him. This is also the reason why I don't mind Phaya persuing Tharn with such vigor, because this scene shows us that he will back off if Tharn really needs him to, and that he won't hold a grudge for being rejected. (yeah, again, don't punch people irl, but this is a tv series, it should speak to the parts of our brain that respond better to powerful images than logical reasoning)

And another nice thing this episode gives us is the scene with Yai afterwards. He still get in Tharn's business but instead of just acting like he knows what Tharn needs, he asks questions and then offers his own perspective and his support.

Because this is how you help someone in this kind of situation. Not by trying to tell them what to do (come out, stay in the closet, transition, not transition... if we stay with my trans analogy), but by telling them you will be there when things get rough. And that the thing you really want for them is to be happy.

#the sign the series #phayatharn #transmasc feelings #cw suicide mention #trans #the sign bl #the sign meta #is this even meta or just personal

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

There's this thing that I see over and over that just... well, it rubs me the wrong way and I want to throw my two cents out there about it.

People get so mad about Dean dying at the end of the series the way he did because they think that he got robbed of something. Or maybe it's because they feel robbed of it and are projecting that onto Dean. Because what I see is folks upset thinking Dean didn't get to live the rest of his life, that he didn't get a picket fence, apple pie ending and I gotta say, I fundamentally disagree that Dean missed out on anything.

None of us are ever promised a long life. Our lives will only ever be the length they are. No future is guaranteed except that we will each die in the end. The loss of what could have been is not something for the dead, it's the burden of the living who are trying to cope with their grief. The fact that Dean made it into his 40's is literally a miracle since he died for the first time in his 20's. He wasn't robbed of years, he was given more of them, over and over and over, he was given more years.

And Dean was happy with his life at the end there. He had his brother happily riding shotgun as they continued saving people and hunting things. They got to do all the fun stupid stuff they wanted, like go to little hyper-specific small town festivals and eat obscene amounts of pie, and they got to do it together. Dean was truly happy. And no, he didn't end up with a romantic partner, a wife and kids, but he didn't need that. The entire point of the end of the show is that you can have a truly fulfilling and happy ending without romantic love being a part of it.

That's what Castiel's ending was about too. Cas was truly happy, enough to trigger his deal coming due with the Empty, with just knowing and understanding what he felt. He didn't need Dean to reciprocate, because it wasn't at all about Dean's feelings, it was just about Castiel's, it was about knowing and accepting yourself for who you are and finding happiness in that.

Dean had Sam with him right up until the end. And Sam was happy. All Dean ever really needed was for his brother to be safe, and all he ever really wanted was for his brother to be happy, and to actually get to have him be happy while choosing to hang out, day in, day out, with him??? That was the absolute best.

Now, I'm not getting into Sam's portion of the ending because it's messier and complicated and I don't have the spoons for it right now.

But romantic love isn't the only way to be fulfilled or to be truly happy even though the vast, overwhelming majority of the stories we are told insist that those things are essential to happiness. But, they just aren't, not always. So to have a story this epic end without any of the characters in romantic relationships, but all of them being truly happy when it's all said and done is epically good, in and of itself.

#spn 15x20 #supernatural #dean winchester #spn 15x18

[randomshyperson]

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Four

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. || Words: 5.723k

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Chapter Four - An Uninvited God of Chaos and a World In Pieces

The first thing you see when you wake up is Wanda.

Not the Scarlet Witch you tried to contain before you woke up, but your Wanda. Adorable, annoyingly intelligent, and dead wife.

You blink to take in your surroundings, falling into a memory as you open your eyes. Memory isn't even what you would call it, because although everything seems lived, it never happened.

Wanda is a few meters away from you, sitting in an armchair with a book in her hand. Her curly hair is tied back in a loose bun, and you gasp softly at the sight of her so peaceful, so real.

She lifts her eyes to you and smiles, and you feel yours fill with tears. She frowns and closes the book.

"What's wrong baby?" She asks worriedly and you sigh deeply, shaking your head.

"N-nothing." You say affectedly looking around. "Where are we?"

Her worried expression seems to increase and she stands up to come to you.

"Honey, what do you mean where are we? At home, of course." She says with a smile, one of her hands touches your cheek and you shudder. 

It's freezing.

You sniffle softly, lifting your hand to her forearm.

"We don't have a home, Wanda." You say with a broken voice but Wanda doesn't even seem to hear what you've said, she sighs softly.

"The girls are taking their time." She comments walking away to the stairs and you frown in confusion, but when you hear footsteps hurrying in the wood, you look back and sob.

Your daughters come down the stairs at high speed, racing for who gets to the end first. Wanda reprimands them for this, but you are more busy welcoming the little girls who run to you with open arms, hugging them tightly.

Your chest tightens when you realize you can't feel them. It's neither cold like Wanda, nor hot. Holding them is only visual because you can't feel anything since they never existed.

Swallowing another sob forming in your throat, you let go of them to place a hand on each one's shoulder, looking at their childish faces with a squeezed heart.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" 

You force a smile, moving your hand to the youngest one's cheek. "It's nothing sweetheart, mommy is just happy to see you again."

"But mommy, Hallie, and I just went to put on our shoes as you asked." Retorts the little girl making you chuckle softly. 

"And Annie stepped on my foot to win the race, Mommy! Tell her it's not fair to cheat!" Commented the older girl pouting. You pressed your lips together to control your crying, looking at the interaction with your chest tightened. 

"Girls go get your backpacks and wait for us in the living room. Go go go." Wanda says and you take a second to let go, watching them run into the living room as soon as you did. Wanda puts her hand on your shoulder and you sob without getting up, putting one of your hands to your face. Wanda stoops down beside you.

"Honey, the girls are going to be startled. Tell me what's wrong." She asks, trying to put her hands on your face but you pull away and stand, feeling the air getting shorter. "Y/N?"

You put your hands on your head, closing your eyes tightly, your breathing out of rhythm. "Get out of my head."

"Y/N, it's just me..." Wanda tries in a whiny voice as well, trying to calm you down. "Please, baby."

"No, No, no!" you cry again in desperation. "You're dead! I'm not going through this again! Get out of my head!" You scream, and everything goes silent. 

You only listen to your out-of-pace breathing for several minutes, not having the courage to open your eyes. But you swallow dry and decide to fight it.

The house is gone, and now you stand on empty ground. Wanda is still in front of you, but many meters away, with two children with blurred faces on either side of her. You know very well what memory this is. The day the Westview spell was broken.

You fall to your knees on the ground, the earth is black and damp.

"Stop. Please. I don't want to see this again." You plead into the void and watch your tears fall to the ground. 

You hear footsteps on the grounds, and when you raise your eyes from the ground, the Scarlet Witch is standing in front of you, a short smile on her lips.

"Don't you think it's pathetic how easily humans break, Miss L/N?" Chthon mocks, his macabre voice mingling with Wanda's. You sniffle softly looking at him angrily.

"You didn't break me." You retort between teeth receiving a short smug laugh, the image of Wanda vacillating between her demonic and normal appearance like a conflicted shadow. It's scary to watch, to say the least. 

"Because I can still be merciful." Warned the God, tilting his body so that his face was at the same height as yours. He lowered his voice, reddish irises looking at you intently. "Your attempt to contain my influence on her mind was the stupidest decision you have made since refusing to take the guardian's oath."

You let out a short chuckle, wiping the tears from your face. "Don't be so upset, Chthon. Learn to share."

Chthon - In Wanda's body - grunts in annoyance and a hand goes to your neck, squeezing hard. It gets hard to breathe, but you keep calm. All this is just a fantasy.

"I'm going to destroy every piece of your mind. And when I'm done, I'm going to do the same to that sad bitch." He warns hatefully, smiling mischievously. "If you don't piss me off, I might even let you watch."

You choke from lack of oxygen, and Chthon sighs impatiently, releasing his grip. You fall with your hands on the floor, panting and trying to regain your breath as he looks around.

"This here was so easy to find, Y/N." He says over the reminder. "Which means it's just the tip of the Iceberg. I'm going to have fun digging deep into what you're hiding guardian."

With one hand massaging your neck, you give a short laugh.

"Have you ever stopped to think that I'm not hiding anything?" You challenge looking up. "Some people just accept the truth instead of running from it."

"Wow, you would know a lot about the truth, wouldn't you, Guardian?" you mock the God gesturing to the ghosts of children a few feet away. 

"Tell me, did it hurt more to kill them or find out they didn't even exist?" he mocks, and you grunt in irritation, eyes glittering. Your reaction widens his grin, and the God lowers himself back down to the height of your face. "Go on. Use your magic, fight back. I will love to watch you drag the little witch into your head, sharing your pain with her. I could even bet a few Underworld drachmas that if you press just a little further, she'll go completely insane..."

You let out a frustrated grumble, and your eyes return to normal coloration and you lower your head. Chthon's laughter mingles with Wanda's as he stands up. 

"Blocking the magical flow in her body was a cheap trick, but a clever one I have to admit." Says the demon putting his hands in his suit pockets. "Just don't forget it's temporary, guardian. While you slow me down in her mind, I'll play with yours."

To the demon's surprise, you began to laugh. He looked at you with a frown and you raised your face.

"Your desperation to do all this just proves how strong Wanda is and that you underestimated her. Typical of all gods really." You say getting up unhurriedly. "We've been through this before, Chthon. You may be a God, but my mind is fortified by an infinity stone, along with my training under your sister's teachings. You didn't break me before, when I had nothing, and you won't break me now. Not when I have people to fight for again."

Chthon locks his jaw and you smile, giving Wanda's cheek a gentle pat. "Don't look so sad, God of Chaos." You sneer before turning your back on her.

You walk to get out of the lot, but the road gets longer as you try and you sigh impatiently at this trick. You stop walking, and without turning around, you ask, "Anything you want to add?"

Chthon sounds completely like Wanda then.  "Y/N." She says and you choke, turning around. It's your Wanda again, the curly hair falling in cascades and a deep cut pulsing in her chest. You feel your eyes fill with tears again and you run to her, catching her before she falls to the ground. The surroundings transform, the house grounds giving way to a battlefield littered with bodies.

"Hey, you're okay." You say breathlessly, one hand pressing on the wound and the other on her cheek, "I got you."

"It hurts, baby."  Wanda cried and you nodded frantically, your fingers trembling on her face.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." You sighed tearfully, squeezing harder. "Keep your eyes open for me, okay? Our friends will-" You choked, stopping your mouth from repeating the words you said in that memory. There are no friends anymore. And even on the day of the fight, they were too late. You looked down at your hand at Wanda's wound - your fingers glistened like the day you tried to heal her - but the cut didn't close, just like before. 

You sobbed softly, turning your gaze back to her face.

"Wanda, it was supposed to be me." You cried with your hand on her cheek, "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."

She choked on her own blood, shaking her head, the look in her eyes becoming distant. You hugged her tightly, burying your face in her neck and crying against her skin.

You heard footsteps beside you.

"Very touching." It was Chthon's voice - cold and low - but you didn't let go of Wanda even though she stopped crying. "Tell me, was it worst to lose her in a fight or to kill her yourself?"

You just sob, squeezing her harder. Chthon laughs, raising a hand in the air.

"Shall we take a look?" He asks, and you grunt.

"Enough." That's what you warn and use all your strength - and the stone's - to resist, hearing a loud whistle in your ear.

–/–

You get up in a jolt - startling the girl and woman next to you who let out surprised exclamations - but you are busy with one hand on your chest trying to normalize your breathing.

"Y/N, hey, it's me, you're safe." America says placing her hands on your shoulders and trying to bring you back to reality. You sob and she hesitates, never having seen you like that. But she hugs you anyway, and you can only cry harder.

Wanda watches the scene with a squeeze in her heart. She swallows dryly at the sight of your condition, twisting her fingers unsure whether to interfere or not. She feels so tired and confused right now. 

But she doesn't have to think too hard, because you take a deep breath to stop crying and let go of America, wiping your face.

"Sorry, kiddo." You murmur hoarsely. 

"No problem." America assures you with a smile. "What happened?"

You clamp a hand over your eyes for a moment. "It was just a really bad dream." You say and somehow, Wanda is sure it wasn't just that. America seems to believe you and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder. You finally realize your surroundings and assume a worried expression. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I blacked out, didn't I? What happened? How are you, you didn't get hurt right? Where are we...?"

America interrupted your babbling with a short laugh.

"Relax, we're fine. For now at least." She said sitting down in the chair next to your bed. "You blacked out yes, for a few hours. We're in some kind of apocalyptic world, and a huntress found us. Which turned out to be a good thing because I wasn't going to be able to carry you and Wanda around by myself, and you told me not to use portals and..."

It was your turn to interrupt America with a smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You did well, kiddo, I'm proud. You took care of everything."

The girl smiled wryly, and Wanda would have smiled at the interaction if you hadn't met her gaze and she flinched at the seriousness. She swallowed dryly but lifted her chin. 

"And you Wanda, how did you behave while I was asleep?"

She rolled her eyes, and America answered before she could. "She's without magic. And she's pretty pissed about it. But she helped me negotiate with the Huntress and got us food, so I think we're doing okay."

You give Wanda a small smile, "Good to know." You tell her, and she sighs impatiently, getting up.

"Don't give me those proud puppy eyes, I'm so mad at you." Starts the witch seriously, moving closer. "I don't know how you did it, but I want my magic back."

You give her a corner chuckle. "Come on, you have to admit it's a refreshing feeling, no? Do you still remember what it was like to not feel your powers?" You try but Wanda doesn't smile, and you grumble in pain as she lifts her hand to your face, and pulls off at once a bandage you hadn't even realized you were wearing.

"It looks better." She tells America, checking your cut. "See if you can find some alcohol in those drawers." 

America nods and turns around, stepping away to obey the request. Wanda places herself between your legs. 

"Take off your shirt." She says and you raise a brow at her, glancing quickly at America in the corner.

"Wanda, there are children in the room." You joke and she rolls her eyes, sighing in impatience, and getting a chuckle from you. "Alright, Alright." You say moving your hands to pull the shirt off. 

They have removed the top of the robe that Kamar-Taj offered you, probably to clean your wounds. It is only upon removing the t-shirt that you realize how sore you really are, and have the impression that the bruises are bleeding. 

Wanda leans in to look and sighs. "They won't heal." She grumbles with some frustration, and you feel your face heat up because her cleavage is so close to your face, and she traces various points on your back with her fingers. It must be a good thing that she doesn't have the powers to read your thoughts right now.

America returns with a bottle of alcohol, and Wanda thanks her for the item with a small smile.

"Keep an eye on the door, and call me if the huntress comes back. I don't trust her." Wanda says, and America gives you a reassuring smile before leaving the room that has a curtain type as a door. "Turn around, I'm going to change the bandages." 

"So bossy." You tease low, pleased to see that Wanda is trying to hide a smile. You stand sideways on the bed, and she sits behind you.

It's not exactly gentle, but it's not like you can blame her. The alcohol burns badly, and Wanda sighs impatiently when you pull away for the tenth time.

"Stop moving, it'll hurt more." She complains, and you grunt softly, holding the sheets tightly.

"It's fucking painful."

"If you hadn't put us inside a glass box this wouldn't have happened." She recalls and you let out a short laugh.

"Mirror dimension. " You correct her only to annoy her, and Wanda squeezes the cotton with a certain amount of force making you flinch with a soft groan.

"And if you hadn't taken my magic I could heal you in seconds." She reasons ignoring your last sentence, and you let out a half breathless laugh again.

"You know why I had to do that." You say and Wanda swallows dryly, her touch hesitating on your back. She is silent for a long moment, the sound of cotton and your breathing being the only ones in the room. Until, almost hesitantly, she says:

"I'm just trying to have my children back." It is your turn to swallow dry, and Wanda takes advantage of your silence to add, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"I know." You say without hesitation and feel her touch grow gentler. "But you will if I don't help you."

"I don't need help, Y/N. I just need-"

"Tommy and Billy." You interrupt by pulling away from her touch to straighten up on the bed and look at her. "Wanda, you see them, don't you? In your head."

"You know I do." She says looking at you, her fingers pulling at a few pieces of the cotton. "Every night, I dream about a life where we are happy. I know you think the book is poisoning me, but the darkhold taught me how I can get everything that was taken from me back."

You swallow dryly, bringing one of your hands to hers. "The price of using Darkhold is the corruption of your mind completely. The author of the book is the God of Chaos, the father of your magical nature, banished from Earth by the ancient gods. This is a lot to take in in one conversation, but you need to know that Chthon has no intention of giving you your children. All he wants is for you to break the Multiverse for him." You state earnestly. "If Chaos reigns, he will have the power to be in this dimension. And he will play with your head until he gets what he wants."

Wanda sighs, pulling away from your touch and standing up. 

"That's a fairy tale, Y/N." She comments, twiddling her fingers nervously, but you don't flinch.

"Wanda, we can move things with our minds. " You argue, offering her a small smile. "I know this whole business of gods and dimensions we can't see seems too far from reality, but at this point, everything we have done..."

"It was impossible enough." She completes, holding up her forearm and looking at you uncertainly. "Y/N, I just want my children back."

You sigh softly. It won't work like that. Wanda was under the influence of the book for a year; she's not going to give up on a conversation. In fact, you hope that her mind will cling to this hope until it can no longer. So you offer her a short smile.

"I know dear, we will...we will find a solution." You say swallowing dryly, and Wanda nods with eyes filled with tears.

"I found a solution." She informs you getting strangely euphoric. "That's why I was after the girl. Her power can take me to a world where I have my children."

You frown softly. "Wanda..."

"And if you want, you could stay with me too." She interrupts by moving closer, and your breath hitches as Wanda finds a place on your lap, each leg on one side and her hands on your cheeks. The look of hope in her eyes breaks your heart. "We could be a family. Me, you, and the boys."

"And America?"

Wanda hesitates but forces a smile. You choke softly when she thrusts her hips against yours, a delicious friction that almost makes you lose track of your thoughts. "She's not your daughter, Y/N."

"I know, but she needs a home..."

"I need her power." Wanda confesses, and you blink in confusion. She lets her hands caress your shoulders, and her lips brush your jaw, making a path of gentle kisses to your ear, but you tense up. "I need to be assured that if the kids get sick, I would have a way to help them. The cure for all diseases is in the multiverse." She explains in a whisper, not meeting your eyes, and when she tries to push against your hips again, you hold her by the waist.

Wanda pulls her face away to look at you, and your hands find her cheeks. You lick your lips before you speak, trying to find the right words. "And what happens if they die, Wanda?" You question, and she chokes in shock. Her urge is to run away from your gaze, but you firm the grip on her cheeks. "Are you going to replace them like toys?"

Wanda grunts angrily, resisting your grip, and even though you release her face, you hold her in your lap. "I don't need you to be cruel to me. Chthon has been enough." She retorts and you sigh.

"Don't compare us." You say serenely. "Unlike him, I won't lie to you."

Wanda lets out a humorless laugh and looks at you again, her eyes filled with tears. "All you do is lie." She accuses causing you to frown in confusion. "You lied when you said you were coming back to me, and you keep lying to yourself now. America is not your daughter, and you don't think her mothers are alive. Yeah, I'm still a telepath, detka." She warns to your shocked expression. "And more importantly, I'm not your wife. You're not going to use me as a substitute, I don't want to be a replacement-"

"Wanda, don't say that!" You interrupt with tear-filled eyes, but Wanda struggles to push your hands away, looking like she wants to cry as you do. "Please don't listen to those voices in your head. Listen to me!"

"Let me go!" She retorts trying to push your shoulders, and sobs, causing you to despair at her reaction. "Let. Me. Go" She repeats, punctuating each word with pushes of her closed fists against your shoulders, but you don't let go, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"I'm so sorry." You ask trying to calm her down, Wanda fights a tightness for a moment, before sobbing and burying her face in your neck. Your hands caress her back. 

"Please make it stop." She begs weakly against your collarbone, and you are not sure if she is talking about the voices or the pain. Either way, you don't stop your caresses and nod.

"I will." You assure her in a whisper. "I will make it stop."

Wanda tightens her arms around you, crying softly against your skin for long minutes. When she calms down, she wipes her eyes with the hem of her blouse and averts her gaze, her head down.

"I'm sorry." She asks almost embarrassed, and before you can say it's okay, she sighs deeply, running her hand over her face, and assuming a more defensive posture, the Scarlet Witch facade returning to her expression. "That was dramatic."

You smile anyway, bringing your hands to her cheeks and causing her breathing to hitch softly. "Hold still."

She frowns in confusion, but when your eyes sparkle and she feels the electric wires, she looks at you with curiosity.

"What are you up to, detka?" She asks, making you nervous when she looks so blatantly between your eyes and your mouth.

"Just making sure your nightmares will stop." You tell her in a slightly husky voice, being able to feel a growing pressure behind your head. Wanda laughs mischievously, adjusting herself in your lap.

"My knight in shining armor, aren't you?" She says between mockery and playfulness, licking her lips and moving close enough for you to almost lose concentration. You clear your throat, your face warming.

"I need focus." You tell her, avoiding the green irises that make your stomach flip. Wanda giggles again.

"What, do I distract you?" she teases with an innocent expression, her hands resting on your stomach as she leans toward you until her lips brush yours and you let out a shaky breath, losing focus on the magic completely. With that, Wanda feels a gentle twinge, like a burn, but nothing that really hurts. Still, she lets out a soft exclamation. "Ouch." 

"S-sorry." You murmur affectedly, your brain foggy with arousal, the proximity of her mouth and the way she is looking at you now taking any coherent thought from your mind.

"Kiss me to make it better." She asks in a whisper and you are immediately nodding, moving forward against her.

When your lips touch, someone clears their throat behind, and you pull your face away with an unsatisfied grunt, your eyes still closed for a second as you try to push away all the tension at once.

"No making out in my bed, travelers." Says the woman you don't know from the doorway. America, next to her, is holding back a giggle at having just walked into this. Wanda lets out a frustrated sigh but gets off your lap very quickly. 

You don't have time to complain about the lack of heat, because that Huntress is removing her mask, and you gasp in surprise.

"Natasha?" You exclaim, and she frowns.

"Do I know you?" She asks casually, working on her own costume that looks very much like something a soldier would wear. Before you can answer, she lets out a soft exclamation. "Oh, let me guess, you were a Red Room fan before the Emersion? It's been a long time since I've met someone from before."

"I..." You stammer confusedly, but Wanda clears her throat, shaking her head slightly as if telling you not to say anything. "Yeah, I was a fan of the R-red Room." The lie almost burns your throat, but you keep your expression neutral, and Nat seems to believe it.

"Well, you must be hungry. Lucky for you, I got enough rations for all of us." She says, moving to open the bag she brought in the center of the room. Inside, there were several packages of what looked like astronaut food, and it didn't look the least bit appetizing to you. "Eat up before we leave."

Wanda steps forward. "Where to?"

"I've been here 12 days now, and the sentries take shifts every 15. I never take any chances, and I always leave the hiding places earlier." She explains moving her hands to her holster, intending to place the weapons on the table behind her. "I'm sorry about your injuries, golden eyes, but if you can't walk, I'm leaving you behind."

You swallow dryly at the coldness, but Wanda crosses her arms.

"Where to, Natasha?" She repeats the question, and the redhead sighs lightly, taking her eyes from Wanda to a small electronic device she pulls out of her pocket.

"I have a pickup down south, it's about a three-mile walk."

"Fantastic." America mumbles wryly, and Nat gives a chuckle. 

"The sooner we leave, the better." Retorts the older redhead. "Night is even darker beyond the ruins."

You exchange a confused look with America, but she shrugs, seeming not to have asked much about it. She wastes no time in getting one of the feed packages, and you let out a sigh as you realize you would have no choice but that food.

"Hey, golden eyes." Natasha draws your attention back, and you are surprised at the mischief you find in her gaze. "I'm not complaining about the view, but you must be cold."  She pulls out of one of the closets a sweatshirt and tosses it for you to pick up. You blush more in surprise than anything at the flirtatious tone, and half-heartedly thank her, especially since she gives you a smile full of second thoughts.

Wanda can't help but grimace at the scene. You are too busy with your sweatshirt to notice that she almost destroyed the seal on the feed package by putting more force than necessary when opening it.

–//–

You had been walking for a little more than twenty-five minutes.

This world was kind of scary. It was Earth, obviously, but it didn't look like anything you knew. It was a desert of sand and rocks, with no nearby cities. Also, there were craters almost everywhere, and gravity did not seem to be in balance at all. There were rocks of various sizes scattered in the sky, and holes in the ground that Natasha called a vacuum, and warned you all to keep your distance. It was late morning, but the sky was completely orange as if the sun had exploded around. 

Only when you left the room did you realize that you had been in a tent the whole time. It was very technological, and once you were outside, Natasha pressed something on her electronic device, and the tent was dismantled to the size of a playing card, which she put on her belt.

Nat put on her mask again and said she had jackets in case you got cold. Your back was hurting a little, but America offered support so many times that eventually you slipped one of your arms across her shoulders and put more weight than necessary just to make her laugh.

"This place is so scary." Commented the girl a moment later, looking around, and instinctively getting closer to you. You blinked away from the silhouette of Wanda - who was walking beside Natasha, looking very suspicious of where she was being led - and looked at America. "Are you sure we can't open a portal to a nicer world?"

You scratched your head. "I mean, maybe..."

But Wanda looked back at the same time, a warning look at you both. You made a confused expression, but America sighed as Wanda drew a question to Nat.

"What was that?" You asked.

"Wanda said you can't travel." America clarified. "Your bruises, Y/N. They are not healing, she said they are magical. And she doesn't know what can happen if you cross over to another universe. They can open wider, and you took her magic away so she would have no way to stop the bleeding and you would die of hemorrhage and-"

"Jesus, she made it very explicit." You cut in by putting an arm around America's shoulders again. "Relax, kiddo. I'll be fine, it's just a few scratches."

"Magic scratches that won't heal." Corrected the girl making you laugh lightly.

"They'll heal, it'll just take a little longer." You say relaxed. "Hey, I just remembered! You disobeyed me!" You say with false seriousness, and Chavez shudders a little.

"Sorry." She grumbles, but exclaims, "You can't blame me for that, though!"

"I can't, eh?" You ask raising an eyebrow. America shakes her head.

"Not really! I told you I didn't trust Strange, and you told me to wait with him of all people! When we were alone, he kept asking these weird questions about nightmares and the monsters and I freaked out. I went running to you, and you were getting your ass kicked by your girlfriend." Justified the girl and you grimaced at the last part. "By the way, of all the Wandas we met, you had to pick the evil witch?"

You sigh, shifting your gaze forward. Wanda has definitely heard the nickname, by the way, she cringes a little. 

"She's my favorite." You say sincerely, surprising even yourself with how true it felt in your heart. Wanda looks at you out of the corner of her eye very quickly, a shy smile she tries to hide. You clear your throat, turning your attention back to America. "We have rules, Chavez. You don't disobey me. It's for your safety, we've had this conversation."

She sighs, but nods. "I know, I'm sorry. I just panicked, and seeing you almost die didn't help anything."

You grunt softly. "Please, I was winning."

America laughed. "She kicked your ass." You reminded the girl, and when you rolled your eyes, she added to torment you, " You only won when I interfered." 

You begrudgingly laughed, pushing her gently and managing to make her laugh too. But the laughter died when Nat stopped walking suddenly, one hand in her holster.

"Everyone be quiet." She warned in a whisper, static as the three of you tensed at the sudden change. 

Suddenly, you heard sirens in the distance, and Natasha grunted in irritation, drawing her weapons at the same speed you protected America with your body, and Wanda did the same to you. "Seek cover. NOW!" Natasha shouted, and you were moving to the rocks closer at high speed.

You grunted in pain as you sat down hard on the ground, the bruises on your back burning. Wanda looked at you with concern, checking to see if you were all right, before looking over to where Natasha was.

America was also peeking out from your right side, but you had your back to the rock, trying to push away the pressure in your eyes.

Cheap trick guardian. You heard Chthon in your head. 

Fair enough. I'm going to play with you again.

"Man, I can't believe we ended up in the killer robot universe." America commented beside you and you tried to come back to reality, taking a calming breath. Wanda frowned as she watched the scene. 

"The name is Ultron." She said. "Y/N, the sentinels are Tony's iron legion, but the symbol is not the Avengers. Y/N?"

"Sounds awesome." You muttered breathlessly, and before Wanda could check you, she saw Natasha lower her weapons, and point at the rock, a small smile on her face.

"Shit." She grumbled and ducked just as one of the Sentinels raised his weapon.

The rock vibrated with the rain of gunfire, and Wanda and America cowered beside it for cover.

"This would be a great time to give me back my magic!" Wanda exclaimed loudly.

The sentries began to beep, and warned together in a mechanical voice. "Magical Creatures are forbidden since the Emersion. Surrender to the Council of Ultron Immediately."

You gasped helplessly, each hand finding one of the girls at your side. "Chavez, pick a cool universe."

"B-but Y/N, you're hurt-"

"Pick one with a health care plan." You joked but Wanda grunted impatiently.

"Do it before they kill us!" She shouted and you closed your eyes as you felt your body fall through the portal.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #Rulers of The Multiverse

[codename-adler]

My 2 niche aftg takes are that I love and accept Nora’s extra content, just because they don’t get married or say I love u or any of that stuff, doesn’t mean they are not healing and that they can never truly be healed without those things, it’s just that those are not important to them and that’s valid, their happy ending doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s (I also love and accept Nora’s writing, not a fan of when everyone jokingly bashes her books as if she didn’t capture all our hearts, art is meant to make you feel, and she succeeded in that a lot more than a lot of other ‘good’ writing)

Number two is that I’m not a fan of a lot of the fanon characterisation of Andrew and Neil, I know it’s par for the course in queer media that a fandom will feminise one character and masculinise the other (and make one the ‘bottom’ and one the ‘top’ respectively) , and I even expected it, obviously that’s weird in itself but that’s not even the part that bothers me that much since I knew it would happen, the part that does is that they clearly have done it the wrong way round, because like, if any one of those boys is going to wear a skirt, it’s Andrew, he’s the one that likes fashion and might decide to experiment, not Neil. If anyone is a ‘submissive’ it’s Andrew, the way he acts in the books, he literally does anything neil wants to make him happy, and if anyone gives top energy, it’s Neil josten, and I know this is silly but I guess it made the whole thing a lot more jarring for me when I went on to read fanfic and it felt even more ooc than it usually would. Anyway that’s all.

that damn extra content... Okay. i have barely read any of it.

i've read Wymack's story / Dan's recruitment; me likes. i just love that man. nora knows how to build her men.

i've read Jean's drafts and his abuse at the Nest; me hates. the SA just thrown in there for what? Riko's already dead, it's pointless to further villainize him when the series is over. i hate SA as an afterthought, something that gives character, something being used as a plot device. with the announcement of TSC however? we'll see...

i've read Allison's future; me irks. see previous ask.

andreil stuff, i've read about here and there but not directly from the source; some me laughs, some me don't care. that's literally it. i don't give it much, if any, thought at all.

i've heard of Renee's future in the peace corps and marrying a man; me ew ew ew. she is so queer-coded it's baffling how that was achieved with Renee/Jean in mind. and the peace corps?? that toxic american white savior bullshit?? baby no. there are much better religious orgs and rep out there.

the rest is mystery to me. i'm cumulating more and more reasons to thoroughly read through the EC, but it's not like... an urge. i'll get to it when i get to it. i appreciate nora sakavic for writing it, but also for not pushing it everywhere. she doesn't mind whether one considers it canon or not. i really, really appreciate that of her. SO DO NOT COME FOR HER AND HER WRITING. aftg is GOOD. it was never badly written. it's just so out of left field that it is difficult not to be made to feel ashamed for liking the series by mainstream lit and lit. corps. honestly give me a work of literature that has had a stronger grip on its readers than aftg and that you consider being 'well-written' in comparison. i will never, ever say it's bad. because it isn't. i will not be taking any question.

as for the second part of this ask... i am uncomfortable discussing sexual fanon content, and i simply do not read that kind of stuff very often, again because it's not for me, so i won't be able to add to this. perhaps other mutuals can reach out to you on this?

thank you for your contribution @doctorwhomybae and sorry for the tardiness!

#aftg ask #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #renee walker #allison reynolds #dan wilds #david wymack #aftg extra content #jean moreau #nora sakavic

[juhbebbie]

Okayyyyy so City of the Dead thoughts for anyone who cares

Was I disappointed? My expectations weren't super high so I guess not, but the super overdramatic self pitying narration threw me off quite a bit. Like okay man chill out a bit. Kind of expected to not see Layla until the end so I guess there I was disappointed but not surprised. Fingers crossed she will be a central character from here on out and not a one and done thing in the series.

Okay elephant in the room time. I know a lot of people have been saying they REALLY did not like it and I really cannot blame them, but also I'm trying to stay hopeful because it just the first issue. I'm hesitant to get pissed off over the total lack of Jake and Steven just yet, when in Mackay's series neither made an appearance until like a year into the run. Yes this series isn't going to be nearly as long, but still. That being said, no I definitely don't expect Moon Knight to really be shown as a system, but I'm gonna give Prepose a couple more issues to prove me wrong (the bar is on the floor). Mainly just because I feel like it would be hypocritical of me to denounce Prepose for not including them and then praise Mackay when it took him 12 issues to really acknowledge that they are a system. I'm going to give Prepose a chance since he wrote a pretty good Black, White, and Blood story that did have them shown as a system in a pretty cool way imo.

All this to say that I'm not trying to undermine anyone else's concerns, this is just my own opinion and trust me, based on what little interviews I've read I fully expect Jake and Steven to be completely ignored and if (and when) that happens I will be right there with the rest of yall lol. I will say that it's already very clear that the set up so far was not written with the intention of having a place for Steven or Jake, which is very disappointing.

Okay positive things! I enjoyed seeing Dr Badr a lot and i didn't have much of an issue with how he and Marc's relationship was portrayed. Yes in the main run they're closer now, but they are still very much at odds but willing to work together towards a common goal, which is exactly what we see here in this issue.

I also liked where the thing with the kid is going. The detail of him being kicked out after his brother's death definitely makes me think he's going to be a reflection of Marc, which would be a cool parallel to have.

And the art for the most part was really gorgeous! I don't know what the hell was going on with Layla there at the end (otherwise great male artists not knowing how to draw women), but other than that I REALLY loved how the actual city looked.

And the Egyptian mythology was actually a lot more accurate than it usually is, which, as someone who has always been a total nerd about that stuff, actually made me really happy. There are several specific things I wanted to point out but this post is long enough as is.

Also. "I don't care if I burn" that was badass as shit come on. One of the (admittedly several!) moments of overdramatic writing that came off very well kind of like how it does in the Mackay run (don't wanna compare this too much to the Mackay run though because I understand it's obviously going to be different and that's fine)

But yeah. The overall feel and tone was very... off. I was on board with the general plot and Marc's motivations but everything around the basic plot structure just seemed like Prepose was trying to do a weird Huston run thing and it wasn't working (I don't think it worked in the Huston run either but I digress).

I've seen people saying that they didn't like how Marc was an enthusiastic follower of Khonshu, but that wasn't really the vibe I got at all? If anything it was pretty clear how much he hated everything he was doing. Which also kinda felt off. Having him say that everything was "punishment" over and over just kind of felt like I was getting hit on the head with a theme that didn't even make sense for the character, at least not at this point. Don't get me wrong, self punishment is absolutely a big part of Marc Spector's character, but there is an important distinction between doing things to right your past wrongs and doing them because you feel like you deserve it. And it seemed like Prepose understood that at first, but then later into the issue I was like Marc PLEASE shut the fuck up about punishment lol.

People more knowledgeable than myself have said things about how this looks from the standpoint that this is also a Jewish character, but all I'm going to say as a general statement for all of Moon Knight's runs is that I wish they would let him be explicitly Jewish more often. It's mentioned in Mackay's run the clash between Marc's service to Khonshu and his Judaism, but I think that that is such an interesting part of his character that needs to be discussed WAY more!

Anyway, to make a long story short, definitely not the strongest first issue, but it absolutely had some great moments and I'm going to go forward with my expectations still pretty low, but willing to give it a shot for Layla's sake. But the fact that a run featuring Layla is already not turning out to be very good is a little bit heartbreaking for me I'm not gonna lie lol. I was going to go and buy myself a copy of this issue, but after actually reading it I didn't really want it anymore. So 😬 fingers crossed for the next issue I guess?

#and i cannot stress enough that this is just my opinion #and really not liking it or not wanting to continue reading the series is a very justified view to have in my opinion #im interested enough that i want to see where it goes and i didnt HATE reading it but i also didnt enjoy it nearly as much as i wanted to #moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight: city of the dead #moon knight city of the dead #marvel #marvel comics

[tartarusknight]

What you need to know :)

Hello darling readers <3 I'm TartarusKnight or Knight of Tartarus! (they switch depending on availably honestly)

I'm here to chat, read, and write. That being said~~~~ come and message me anytime <3 questions, requests, and kind words make my day

This is an overview of my work just in case anyone is bored and wants something to read <3 (My Stranger Things work, honestly. I've also got some Marvel, Criminal Minds, and Teen Wolf but ST is my hyper fixation now soooo)

We're Not Perfect

This is a 4 part series in which Steve and Eddie knew each other before Steve ever got with Nancy Wheeler and before he learned about the Upside Down. It's heavily inspired by music <3 (Total Words 300,395) With Playlists because I can't stop <3 This story is my baby

Part 1 - It's the Start of Our Journey?

Pre-season 1 Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are paired together in class and they learn they work well together. (Words 22,869)

Part 2 - I just want to go home

Set during Seasons 1-3, changing canon but the overarching story doesn't change too much. (Words 85,678)

Part 3 - say you'll live for me

Set in season 4, diverting from canon almost completely but with all the same characters. (Words 63,885)

Part 4 - I'll follow the beat of your heart

And the end. The final battle with Vecna and the epilogue aka season 5 <3 (Words 127,963)

Fool

Based on the song Fool by Djo.

Steve and Nancy get annoyed at Robin and Eddie for ignoring them when they're with their band. They decide to prove that they know music better than either Eddie or Robin thought. (Words 1,488)

I know you've been hurtin'

Based on the song Better Days by Dermot Kennedy and fanart by @babysitterpng

Steve has a plan. It involves a skirt, confidence, Nancy Wheeler's ability to do make-up, the party's anxiety, his parents, and Jason Carver's temper.

And well, Steve's pretty sure he has it in the bag. He might not be smart but he knows people and there's no way he's read any of them wrong. But maybe he'll learn more about himself as the plan unfolds (Words 7,205)

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets

7 things that changed about Steve and Robin after Starcourt and 1 time they explained why. (Words 11,837)

I'm just gonna swim until you love me

Five times Steve had to prove he was worth love and One time someone just loved him without needing him to. (Words 8,612)

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you

Eddie is getting overwhelmed by the party just barging into his life without any warning after Spring Break. So, he makes a plan with an old friend of his. It works... in a way. (Words 1,932)

you're losing your memory now

Robin Buckley wasn't prepared for Steve to crash, but he had been pushing his limits for too long. He had a plan, but he never thought to tell her. He didn't want to worry her. Too bad she'll always worry about him... Especially when he collapses at work. (Words 17,784)

But Now We're Stressed Out

Eddie Munson knew he wasn't the smartest person. He never planned on college but he never planned for the Party either.

Title based on Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (Words 2,021)

I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else

Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason. “Then come stay with one of us,” Robin says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.” The words don't hurt as much as he thinks they should. “Not that much safer.” He spits back out and she blinks. “Max is as good as dead. Eddie is dead. And guess what! We were in groups!” The shouting makes his throat burn but he can't calm down.

A Halloween Special!!! Happy Horror season <3 (Words 22,620)

WIP - The Fallen King and the King of the Freak

Steve has to deal with the fallout of Season 2.

New nightmares, losing Nancy, kids who he's willing to die for, and Billy's new hatred towards him. He went from the top to the bottom in the school and he doesn't know how bad it is until Eddie Munson is the one that steps in to help him. And maybe he wants the help and maybe even some friends. (Words 150k and climbing <3)

#masterlist #all my shit is in one place #steddie #my loves #i adore them #steddie fic #no sad endings here #so far.... #knightly talks

[local-pr1nter]

EVEN MORE AOT X DA DRABBLES CAUSE SOMETHING JUST HIT ME-

TW!!! Same as the rest of the series of posts, canon typical murder and death (AoT), along with implied thoughts of harm to ones self (it's mentioned very briefly and I don't go into extreme detail- but still, please avoid or skip past this post if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing!!!)

Okay so Mondo would be the armored titan and one of the warriors sent to Paradis right. Physically he's the strongest out of them, and has the strongest capabilities as a leader. He still has his flaws of course, mostly his big heart and how quickly he gets attached to someone he cares about. He definitely got distracted from the mission while posing as a cadet, enjoying his freedom as a soldier instead of a warrior back on Marley.

He however doesn't have much waiting for him back at Marley. His father isn't present, potentially leaving him with his mom. He may have had friends in the other warriors, but they all had families to go back to. What did he have?

This is where the angst comes in.

I'm thinking that it was mostly him and Daiya growing up. Their father was never there and their mother was either dead/disappeared/or was working 24/7 and couldn't do much else but send them money so they had food on the table. So, the two brothers had to watch each other's back- they were all they had.

Then, Daiya considers the warrior program.

Maybe, if he became an honorary Marleyan, their father would come back. Maybe his mother wouldn't have to work so hard. Maybe he wouldn't be forced to break his back so he and Mondo can barely survive. Maybe, and just maybe, Marley would give them a break

And so, Daiya decided he would become a warrior candidate- and he aimed to inherit the armored titan. Mondo would've joined him, to try and inherit a titan of his own- but Daiya said no, as he was doing this for Mondos sake. He wanted Mondo to live a long, happy life, even if it was in the zone. He couldn't let him throw all of that potential away for a mere 13 years.

And so, Mondo could only watch as his brother trained alongside the other candidates- he was older than most of them, but he was determined, pushing himself to catch the attention of Marley- to show that he was capable of wielding the power of a titan.

And it would've worked, if he hadn't gotten caught up with the resistance. It only brought him the wrong kind of attention.

And so, Mondo was left alone. His mother was never there, his father was gone, and now Daiya was being sent to Paradis.

To say Mondo was devastated would be an understatement. He had no idea what to do anymore- he was only just hitting fifteen years old- what could he even do?

He thought about giving up, only to be stopped by another warrior candidate- specifically, Kiyotaka, who knew Daiya. Taka relates to him and pushes him to keep going- he can't give up now.

And so, encouraged by Taka, Mondo does the one thing he can do; join the warrior program and inherit the armored titan. He would finish what Daiya started once and for all.

And holy shit he's probably the perfect candidate to inherit the armored titan. He proves his loyalty to Marley through his dedication and hard work, quickly putting him up with the rest of the ones to inherit a titan.

He finally has something he can be proud of- something positive in this shitty world. And now, believing he's proven to Daiya that he's just as capable as he is, redeeming his name, he puts all his effort into being the best armor there ever was.

So imagine how torn he becomes when hes forced to head to Paradis and kill the devils- only to discover they're just like him and Daiya. He gets attached quickly, finding friends in the 104th and relating to a lot of them. This is probably the happiest he's ever been- and most importantly, he's free.

But then he would be presented with the hardest choice of his life; betray his fellow warriors and pursue a good life, like Daiya wanted, or betray the 104th and ensure his name and Daiyas legacy were redeemed.

GAHHH THIS IS SORT OF INCOHERENT AS ITS MIDNIGHT BUT IT JUST POPPED UP IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN BEFORE I PASSED OUT

#danganronpa #danganronpa v1 trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fandom #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa au #mondo oowada #mondo owada #danganronpa mondo #danganronpa crossover #attack on titan crossover #anime crossover #anime au #attack on titan alternate universe #attack on titan au #attack on titan #aot au #aot #shingeki no kyojin #armored titan

[mittensmorgul]

Your posts about The Winchesters is making me consider getting involved in the community again. I'll be honest, SPN's finale hurt bad, and I haven't engaged in or even re-watched an episode of Supernatural in two years. It took a long time to appreciate the experience and not feel like i'd wasted YEARS being so invested in something that felt like a slap in the face at the end. I miss the community; I miss talking about it, being excited, etc. But I got in the SPN tags for the first time in two years today, and seeing Dean, Sam, and Cas's faces on my screen again felt like seeing old friends:'-)

Aw, heck, well... welcome back :')

I still haven't rewatched 15.20, and I don't know that I ever will. But for the first time since it aired, watching The Winchesters 1.13 actually... let me feel even a little bit okay about it.

When The Winchesters was first announced and we learned the premise of Dean telling the story to us, I was wary. If it had started off with "so I'm dead and in Heaven and learned this stuff..." I probably wouldn't have watched, just because of that. I do NOT wanna hear about Dead Dean. I still cannot reconcile the Dean in 15.20 with the Dean from the entire rest of the original series. 40 minutes of just completely erasing all character growth and then pinning him on a rusty receipt spike was NOT the culmination of 15 years of him struggling to be free, you know? I would've noped so hard on watching him tell stories from Heaven... I really didn't want to engage with more canon that insisted that travesty actually happened.

Many of us cling to our Chuck Won theories-- that Chuck's power transferring into Jack transformed Our Jack into some weird God-Chuck-The Sequel. That Chuck The Guy was just a puppet for the actual Cosmic Power and it still had its own agenda but now there was nothing for Dean to fight back against he just... gave in to its demands and played out the story Chuck had always wanted him to.

Detour time: I've spent the last few days (while being stupidly sick and not particularly coherent as a result... hooray cold medicine brain) trying to assemble all the times Chuck talked about his writing process, what he wanted from his story, and giving up quickly because it's just so much... but I recall him saying something to the effect of "that's where I went wrong, when I tried to write myself into the story." And I think that was his failsafe-- he spent all of s15 waiting for Jack to turn himself into The Perfect Receptacle for his power, to put on that little show on the beach and take on all his power so Sam and Dean would believe they'd actually won. Making everything that happened afterward just... them thinking they were making their own choices or whatever, when they'd completely dropped their guard and all Chuck had to do was throw the Random Bad Vampires at them that Becky complained about way back in 15.04. And they'd never see it coming.

So... Dean telling the story here? I still held out hope that it would take place BEFORE the events of 15.20, when he was alive, and that the goal was to tell a DIFFERENT story from the one Chuck wanted to tell.

But the way it was all set up in The Winchesters left us open to question everything we saw, everything we were being told by Dean as the story unfolded. We had to think about it week to week, and the payoff to that? That Dean has been dead and running out of Heaven specifically in search of a world where maybe his family actually had a chance to be happy? When he was supposedly in HEAVEN, also known as PARADISE, where everyone is supposed to finally find peace and happiness? Well, that right there SCREAMS "hey, so maybe paradise isn't what it's cracked up to be... maybe something is really, really wrong in Heaven, with "Jack," with the whole concept of "peace when we are done."

Dean... is still looking for something. Something is desperately missing. His whole family is supposedly in Heaven with him, and yet why is he running through the multiverse looking for something? What could be missing?

We were *told* in 15.20 that Cas was there in Heaven, but *we never saw him there.* We were *told* that Heaven was "fixed" and all was well there, but *we did not see any of that.*

What if something very much larger is very much not right, and Dean is still looking for something? He looked so dang sad in the Winchesters finale. SO dang sad. And he was very pointedly behaving very carefully toward Jack. Like he knows he's breaking rules, or possibly even testing boundaries a little bit here... and I like the wide open possibilities of what that could mean.

I really think Dean's role in The Winchesters is effectively wrapped up. I would love to see a continuation of the series just for the characters we've grown to love there. But I do firmly see it as its own thing, adjacent to Supernatural and built from it, but with the potential to be whatever it wants to be in the future, and I love the possibilities inherent in that.

But for Dean himself? He absolutely built a high dive platform for himself to dive back into his own story from here, and I would LOVE to watch that unfold, as well. And to me, that feels like Jensen's intent behind all of this.

Will it ever happen? Golly I sure hope so...

#the winchesters #spnwin s1 spoilers #spnwin 1.13

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Edward says in Eclipse that Bellas scent/blood doesn't bother him anymore since he thought she was dead

But Bella says she knows this isn't true

Since you argue that Edward doesn't love Bella and simply wants to eat her - do you agree with Bella?

Anon's referring to this post, in which @therealvinelle posits that Edward doesn't love Bella. He just thinks she smells delicious and tells himself this is love otherwise he must admit he's driven by his thirst.

You've come to the wrong blog, anon, for so very many reasons.

Edward the Spin Doctor

On a number of occasions, Edward's quite the spin doctor, and these are things he openly admits to in canon. Not a guy I trust to be giving Bella Swan the raw, horrific, details of anything especially in cases where it's things he believes Bella wants to hear.

Also, notice his wording of that "it doesn't bother him anymore" not that "it doesn't interest me" or "I don't like it". He even goes on, in the same sentence I believe, to talk about how he kind of likes Bella's Swan now that he feels it no longer tortures him. He gets all the sweet sweet heroin with the "rawr kill" instinct begging him on.

Supposedly.

But let's back up a minute.

A Bit on Edward

What we argue isn't that he just wants to eat her.

I believe Edward sincerely wants to be in love with Bella Swan. Edward wants to be the sort of person who is in love, a tragic romance even, in which all the world becomes his stage. On Bella, her scent demands his interest, which he tries and fails to justify to himself until Alice gives him the out of "you're in love", that she's a human makes this extra sad and poetic which appeals to his sense of romance, and that he can't hear her thoughts means he can project any persona he likes (notably one that is nothing like Bella Swan's personality at all) onto her.

Boiling it down to "he just wants to eat her" is a bit too simple for the guy and doesn't give the small amount of credit I'm willing to give Edward on any given day.

The tragedy of Edward Cullen is he really, truly, wants to be a good person. He's just driven by an extreme violent instinct that he desperately represses and, when he can't, justifies to himself and others.

So, You Agree with Bella?

I press the 'doubt' button along with the 'interesting wording there, Edward' button.

Edward throughout the series insists Bella must remain human despite increasing pressure from his family, death threats, his own threat of suicide that he reveals to his loved ones, and Bella's own wishes.

Edward has a strong drive to keep Bella human while also being unable to remove himself completely from her life (as he tries and fails on numerous occasions). Now, yes, we hear it's about her immortal soul and that's certainly a factor but...

Edward brings up her smell a lot more than he brings up her soul.

In Midnight Sun, we have scenes where he's literally huffing her scent in her car like he's in an opium den. In the other books we have him constantly rambling nonsense to Bella Swan about how delicious she'd smell and how he's totally going to murder her any moment now (except he won't because he loves her) because she's so fucking delicious smelling.

In Twilight, Bella's surprised when after the James incident he tells her that he's annoyed that she doesn't smell right due to the blood infusion. ME TOO, BELLA.

He also has his New Moon "am I in torturous hell or wonderous heaven" moment in which the first thing he gets is Bella's scent and she doesn't say a word to him. It could be that he's just that happy to be reunited with her or... it's about the scent again.

Even when he drops that in Eclipse, notice that it's not not about the scent. It's "I have discovered I have no interest in eating you as it caused me such physical pain" not "You no longer smell delicious to me". He's STILL going on about the scent, and how wonderful she smells, he just trusts to control himself because the idea of living without her (possibly without the scent) is just that torturous to him that when she dies he'll kill himself.

And note that he's still resigning himself to do just that. Bella is mortal at that point, he wants to keep her mortal, she will inevitably die and they have no future together.

"Let's get married," Edward says.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

[anotherworldash]

What is your take on Kaname and THW ship if it isn't romantic? How does it compare to Yume?

hello i'm glad you asked! i've been thinking about thie series for a while! and to answer it:

(this is my personal take and you can agree to disagree but i will stand by my opinion. if you ship THWxKaname and aren't happy with my answer please just kindly leave my blog without trying to convince me)

i don't think kaname loves THW romantically although they were in romantic relationship. in the sense of... it's clear there's a panel where she kissed him on the lips so their relationship were romantic.

i think they were together because: at that time, both were looking for companion with same goal in mind. their action were quite controversial. so, they did bond overtime.

but he wasn't attracted to her that much. he didn't have the hots for her like he did to yuki. yeah i'm not even joking on this part. haven't we read enough how much kaname yearn for yuki physically? kaname is literally so horny when it comes to yuki. we've seen how they kiss or drink blood.

(with this description, i'm pretty sure attraction is a big part of relationship for a man like kaname................ god i love him . taken from volume 10 btw)

so THW's kiss with kaname is a pale comparison. in my personal opinion, it's rather one-sided. (THW leaning in for a kiss and kaname's somberly touch her flowing braids... i feel like this could be any woman x kaname if she is the one giving him direction/power/companionship at that time., i think it's expected when two opposite gender that respect and doesn't hate each other spend a lot of time together. he's got his 'he's just a man' moments if you know what i mean when he take blood from ruka)

let's say he had a slight attraction to THW. still, it's already over once she's dead. he also had completely moved on from THW, yuki herself asked if kaname is looking for replacement for her and he said 'no one can be a replacement to anyone'. he didn't lie when he said this. there's literally no need for him to lie. he did regret losing THW but that's it.

(let me add some personal opinions/headcanon : i also don;t think THW and kaname had done anything more than a kiss. i long wondered how did kuran family has descendants if kaname didn't have a child himself back then with THW? if he had one then surely he would had a reason to live , or at least the child will appear in his memory. but, no that just doesn't exist. the more accurate guess would be : perhaps kuran family doesn't consist only ancestor kaname, but he had other siblings/family member who procreated and that is where yuki/rido/juri/haruka came from. the reason why they weren't in picture was because they didn't agree with kaname's goal to live alongside human. so they separated way) (ya know this could be provven wrong in the future VKM chapters as the series is still ongoing but i will stand by my opinion for now as it makes the most sense. if you think about it, someday ai's descendant will call rido as 'kuran ancestor' too.)

rather than in love, it's more appropriate to say kaname is still in the same page with THW when it comes to problem solving. because, they were doing the same quest together. and he actually agree that her plans to kill are purebloods and her decision to sacrifice herself were GOOD SOLUTIONS. when all plans failed, he remembered he could use her solutions.

this is the space where Yuki came in too late to save Kaname. it's not entirely Yuki's fault because Kaname deliberately keeps Yuki away from this problem because he knew how she'd sacrifice herself for him and he don't want that.

when it comes to yume, eventhough kaname sees yuuki as his lover and beloved, he was unable to see her as his equal. perhaps it's due to big age gap between them. therefore, kaname already has this mindset that decide yuki can't handle this much of a problem. and even if she can, he wouldn't let such a baby get involved in this problem.

the point in his struggle is he wants her to live and be free, just like he wanted himself to live and be free. kaname longs for the mortality and carefreeness that might set him free from his responsibility and burden (but he can't, so he try to at least give it to yuki. but OOPS, he turned yuki back into a vampire and now he's gotta keep those purebloods and opposing vampires in check...cause they're not endangerin only him, but yuki as well. not to mention the furnace and vampire hunter weapons are getting less effective.)

kaname meant it when he said yuki has became a hindrance for him. this is exactly why at the end of series, he wanted zero to be with yuki.

originally, that is not what he wanted, he wanted yuki for only himself. this is shown where he turned yuki back into vampire. although this was initiated by yuki. let's admit he partly agree so he could have her by himself. and show zero that yuki is HIS. that was not a part of his original plan.

but then he realized things have gotten too complicated and the price is too high to pay. (the price is yuki's safety and happiness that he fought for long and many times. he also saw that yuki wasn't as happy as she used to be in her new life as vampire and he felt guilty for it)

by the time he said she is a hindrance, he already hated himself. perhaps he already hated himself from a long time ago and now he got to see for himself how far his course of actions have gotten everyone in trouble. he didn't feel like he deserved yuki's warmth for a slightest. for him, it's already over. everything is over. his life is over. he wants nothing but redemption. i think this explains why he's so nonchalant when yuki held him tight. but, he still talked to her once he heard yuki erased zero's memories to chose him.

<Additionally, it explains why he decided to leave after their night together. Things have gone wrong so many times. Why would it work this time? It's the state of a depressed mind.>

ultimately he just want to protect yuki and prevent her from perishing like THW. because, he might not 'love' THW romantically or passionately but her sacrifice showed him how regret feels. he learned from it and try his best to prevent it in the future.

this is also why he rushed to throw his heart into the furnace, he didn't want yuki to change his mind again knowing her safety is at stake. especially when he know yuuki is too empathetic and caring of others.

kaname has this mindset : "If you want to marry an Angel, you must first create Heaven for her. Angels don't live in Hell".

as her ancestor,brother,husband,lover, he feels responsible to yuki's wellbeing.

unironically, he's a simple logical man. he's got a goal in mind and no price is too high to create heaven for yuki, a safe place she can live in. even if the cost is his own life and happiness

#vk #vampire knight #kaname kuran #yuki kuran #the hooded woman #the ancestress #eternal yume #yume #ask #long post