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edenfenixblogs · 5 months

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I don’t think most non-Jews understand how disappointed we are in the left right now. How completely abandoned we’ve become. How our contributions to progress for other groups have been erased or disavowed or hidden. How the actual tangible things that Jews have contributed to black rights and civil rights are being ignored. How we’re being told we contribute and have contributed nothing.

How we are being told that the world has been kind to us when it never has. As if my mom didn’t grow up getting called a Kike and getting beat up for being Jewish. How I thought I had friends until I caught them saying “xyz was beautiful until Jews showed up.” How people told me I was pretty “for a Jew.” How I grew up hearing stories about bombs being set off in Israel in buses and markets. How I couldn’t even go two weeks without hearing that and how nobody cared and somehow, every time that happened, the whole world became more hostile to me for some reason.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand what leftists are doing. Or why. I hate that I have to say—of course, I support a free and self determined Palestine (which I truly do)—in order for you to decide I’m worthy of care and support.

We showed up for you. All of you. And the entire movement is abandoning us at best or targeting us at worst. Celebrating our deaths. Saying we deserved it. How are we supposed to trust you ever again? How are we supposed to feel safe ever again?

A very few select people who are in my life have taken the chance to actually learn about and dismantle their own unconscious antisemitism during this time. And I’m eternally grateful for them. But most people haven’t reached out at all. Most people are still sharing hateful things that could get me hurt and they don’t care. Most people Reblogging my posts are still Jews. Because we are alone. And it sucks. You need to be as loud about antisemitism as you are about Palestine or you’re an antisemite (unless you’re Arab/Muslim/Palestinian—I totally get that these groups are also doing damage control in their own communities just like Jews are).

But we are all in tremendous pain right now.

This moment will pass. And when it does, I will remember how many people let me down. I will remember that when I needed support more than I’ve ever needed it in my life, people fucking vanished. They pretended violence against my people wasn’t happening. They ignored and rewrote the history of Israel to suit their own narratives.

You don’t know what it feels like to be hated this much for opposite things. PoC hate us for being too white. White supremacists hate us for not being white enough. Europeans hate us for being middle eastern. Middle easterners hate us for being western/European. Everyone hates us for being settlers but continually kicks us out of their countries so that we have to settle somewhere else.

I saw a post going around from a Black person who said that the reason he and his fellow black activists go protest for Palestinians instead of fighting antisemitism (as if it’s a binary, which it’s not) is that Jews don’t show up. Muslims and Palestinians do. And honestly? Fuck that guy. Heather Heyer died standing shoulder to shoulder against racism in 2017. [CORRECTION: When I first wrote this post I was under the impression that Heather Heyer was Jewish. I want to correct to avoid spreading misinfo. She was just the first (and incorrect) Jewish civil rights activist I thought of. However there are plenty of other actual Jewish civil rights activists to choose from. If you have reblogged this post from me, please feel free to add a link to the permalink version of this post with my correction to your reblog.]I have devoted substantial time and effort and money that I don’t even get paid a lot of because I don’t get paid a living wage. I have continually reached out to PoC people in my life of all religions to ask how they are doing and what I could be doing to help more—both for them personally and how they would best like me to help their community. I have elevated their voices at every opportunity. And not one person I checked in with has done the same for me or for my community.

And it’s bone chilling. It’s awful. And it’s even worse knowing that when it’s over, people will want to go back to normal. They won’t apologize. They won’t self reflect. They’ll just live their lives, maybe a little more aware of how much they hate us and completely indifferent to the harm they’ve caused us. How disposable they made us feel. And the thing is…it’s not hard for you to know. You just have to ask.

Too many people are cowards. Too many people care about looking good than actually learning something or making the world better. And to those people: you should be ashamed of yourself.

I don’t have any hate in my heart. Truly. Not a drop for any group of people. But I have a tremendous lack of trust that anyone would actually lift a finger to keep me safe.

#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #anti zionisim #I dare a goy to republic this challenge #goyim ID yourself in the tags if you reblog this #cuz i straight up don’t believe goyisch activists give a shit unless they straight up say they do #i’m not okay #honestly #this is the Nazi stuff I am most scared of #sure the Nazis rounded us up #but you fuckers were the ones who watched and did nothing #you’re the ones who voted the Nazis in #you’re the ones who didn’t stop them #fuck all y’all for real #i/p #israel #palestine #correction issued

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bananami · 3 months

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STFUATTDLAGG

character/s: choso kamo x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: meangirl!reader x loser!choso is a pairing that lives in my head rent free so when you all voted for choso to be the next hot man i wrote for i knew this was what would come out of it so let’s get into it whores

WARNINGS: this is college based bc u know why. 18+, nsfw, mdni, the whole shebang, kiddos avert ur eyes IT'S ALL SMUT / also just be aware i did use fem language for reader. as always, i did not proof read xxx

A/N: delusion is like drugs for simps, and i am the crackhead

Choso isn't like a nerdy loser, more like he’s just an emo boy, he’s got that alternative look going on and in a school full of preppy rich kids he stands out like a sore thumb. Of course this leads to some not so nice kids being not so nice to him, to which like he literally could not care less. He pays no mind to what anyone thinks of him beyond of course what his brothers think of him.

And as much as people aren’t nice to him, they do not fuck with him directly, lowkey scared of his reactions. Especially following a specfic incident in which someone tried to pick a fight with him. At first he was going to just let it slide but then they said something rude about Yuuji and this man laid them out. People were sent to urgent care and everything. Choso was put on suspension and almost kicked out, but their family friend is a lawyer and threatened to sue the school and anyways (if you know who you know who) so he was allowed back at school and everyone’s a little weary of him. This doesn’t stop the mean comments from coming.

And you. You’re no exception. You made fun of him every chance you got. The way he always did his hair in that weird double bun updo, or how he had his nails painted black, his various piercings and tattoos, the way he dressed so much different, was so much different, than any of the other guys you knew at school.

And you were so disgustingly attracted to him. While everyone would sneer and make fun of him and you played along, in reality you were internally berating yourself.

Choso did his best to ignore you but to be honest in the end you were just too fun to mess with. He thought it was cute how you thought you could hurt his feelings, how you really tried, and didn’t realize that he had a thing for brats and that’s just what you were. Everyone else was too afraid to say it straight to his face ever since the fight except for you.

One time he caught you staring at him and he couldn’t help himself, leaning over with a careless smirk. "If you spent less time staring at me and more time paying attention to the lecture maybe you wouldn’t be failing the class."

"Fuck you, Choso.”

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You hoped he’d mistake your embarrassment for anger. He didn’t. You snapped back, as usual. "Maybe if you didn’t dress like such a freak, you’d actually have some friends.”

"Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch your boyfriends would actually stick around for longer than a few months."

The one stung, and you tried not to let it show. Thrown off your game, all you could bring yourself to reply back was: “don’t call me a bitch.”

He shrugged, as though he were bored with the conversation already. "I never said it was a bad thing, just that you keep dating dudes who can’t handle you."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He doesn't answer though, and you spend way too much time thinking about what he could've meant. Was he implying that he could handle you? Was that why he constantly found ways to poke at you? Did he like when you were a brat? Did it matter if he liked it? It led your fantasies down a deep and dark rabbit hole that you spent weeks harping on.

Things get even worse after you realize that Choso might’ve been right about your grades slipping and staring at him in class and whatnot. And (for plot reasons of course) that would mean your professor paired you up with him for the final project so that you’d stand a better chance at passing the class.

Which is how you find yourself standing outside of his apartment door, debating how much you need to actually pass the course for your degree. You kept coming to the same conclusion. You definitely needed to.

"You just gonna stand at my door like a creep or can you move so i can let you inside?” He stood at the top of the staircase up to his apartment, watching you with another bored expression.

You're reaction is second nature. "I’m the creep? How long were you just standing there watching me? Maybe I’d already knocked and you didn’t answer so I was waiting. Let’s get on with it, I don’t need anyone seeing me hanging around-”

"Alright relax, princess. No one’s around to hear you act like you hate me. Come inside and I’ll grab us something to drink.” He opened the door to let you both inside, holding it open for you to enter first.

"First off, I do hate you. And second, how do I know you’re not going to poison me?”

"Don’t worry, I wouldn’t poison you. The plan was going more in the direction of choking.”

"Choked to death? Good to know.”

"You implied killing. All i said was choking.”

"Oh, gross.” You groaned. You pushed away the images that were brought to your mind. Choso's hand around your throat, fingers in your mouth, his breathy whispers telling you what else he'd have you choking on by the end of the night.

It's not too bad for the first few hours. You start out working on the project in the living room, but Choso’s neighbors are loud as all hell and you eventually ask if you guys can move into a room away from that shared wall. And (of course for plot purposes) that would be his bedroom.

"Your bedroom is exactly as I pictured it would be."

"This is the part where I make fun of you for picturing what my bedroom looks like."

"Yeah weird and creepy, just like you.”

"Your insults are getting less and less creative.”

"Yeah well….shut up.”

He’s surprised at that, usually you’d come back at him with something witty and clever and he actually enjoyed it.

It’s quiet and he’s sitting at his desk while you lay casually on his bed when he decides now’s as good a time as ever, and he might never actually get you alone again to say it.

"You ever gonna admit that you find me attractive or keep lying to the both of us?"

You wince. "I don't find you attractive. Stop flattering yourself."

"You flatter me enough with all the staring and drooling you do over me in class."

"You're obsessive," you snap at him.

"At least i can admit it."

You're caught off guard, stuck between wanting to ask what he means and not wanting to give in to the obvious baiting he's doing. When he throws the study material down on to his desk and plops down in front of you on his bed, it seems like he's resigned to not giving you that choice.

"Tell you what, I'll tell you all of the dirty and depraved things I think about on a daily basis, and you can decide after whether you'd like to share those same thoughts of yours with me or not."

"Why would I want to hear any of the thoughts in your head?"

"Because a lot of them revolve directly around you." He's leaned so close you're almost touching one another. Your silence is enough to spur him on. "I think you've never been fucked properly before."

You can't contain the look that falls on your face. "Seriously? This what you think about? My sex life is none of your business, but I'm doing just fine in that department, thank you very much."

He ignores you. "I don't think you've ever been told to shut the fuck up and take it like the good girl I know you can be." That shut you up real quick. Choso is on his knees in front of you, hands cupping around your neck, his thumbs running across your cheeks. "You're whiney little fucking attitude not do it for your boyfriends?" He teased. "They not know how to deal with you when you're being a brat, huh?"

You're head moves without conscious effort, nodding to agree with him.

"You just want some attention, don't you?"

Another nod.

"You want my attention, don't you?"

Hesitation. But you can't help yourself, his presence looming heavy over you, pushing you to admit what you'd kept in the dark for so long.

One of his hands slithers from your throat, down your chest, under the sweats you threw on in a rush to get to his apartment. You're so distracted by his fingers that you don't notice his face moving closer until his mouth is prying yours open. That's all it takes from him to have you stroking your fingers through his hair, pulling it out of the buns they typically are held in.

"Such a little brat." He's hovering over you, pushing your hips into the soft cushion of his bed with his. "Feel how hard it makes me?" He teases as he grinds his hips down, his clothed cock sliding against your center. Your eyes flutter and he grips onto your face with one hand, squeezing firmly. "You're gonna fuck me tonight. Nod if you understand."

You can't believe how quick your head moves up and down. "You're gonna take off those pretty little panties you wore hoping I'd get to see and slide up and down my dick until I tell you to stop. I don't want you cumming until I feel you've begged enough."

It takes no time at all for him to flip the two of you and prop himself up on his forearms. His pants are shimmied off and thrown to his bedroom floor alongside yours.

Your hands are desperate to line him up, anticipation building to have him deep inside of you, but his shoot out to pull them up and place them against his chest. "No, no, no. You don't get me inside you yet, not until you prove to me you deserve it." He urges you along his shaft, flat against his stomach. "That's right, be a good little slut for me and let me feel that pussy slide against my dick."

You watch him from above, his face contorting from concentration to pleasure to near desperation. You've never felt as powerful as you did riding him. Not a single one of your boyfriends ever turning you on as much as Choso was right now. He made you work for it, praising you when you did what he asked, and you chased that praise.

"Shit, look at that baby," he grabbed your hair and yanked your face down to watch yourself slide against him. "Need to feel you squeeze that pussy around me. Fuck, slide me in, slide me in-" his loud groans matched your high pitched sound of relief at having him seated inside you. "Fuck this."

He flipped the two of you back over, gripping each of your legs and forcing them up. "Hold right under your knees for me. Good girl, keep yourself open for me, let me just use you." He fell to his forearms as he plowed into you, giving you no time to get used to any sort of pace.

You tried your best to hold your legs, but you wanted so badly to touch him. One of your hands wandered back up into his lose hair.

He could barely keep his eyes open, mumbling all kinds of truths you were sure he would've kept locked inside had he not been so drunk on the feel of being inside you. "So fucking pretty," he kissed you sloppily, "such a stupid fucking brat, just needed my cock inside you. Feel like heaven, baby. Gonna let me cum inside your little cunt, right? Made me wait so fucking long to have you, I deserve it. Don't I deserve it?"

You can barely form any coherent words, setting for nodding and breathy uh huhs.

"So fucking mean to me, and look how good I'm being to you, huh?" You feel the light slap of his head against your cheek. "Say your sorry, beg me to cum inside your pussy."

You do beg, your apology comes out in between the stuttering and slurring of your words, but you beg and plead with him until he concedes. It his own orgasm that pushes you over, his groans and relentlessness that follow, pushing himself passed the point of no return. You can see the beginning of what looks like tears in his eyes, and he has to force himself to stop, his hips jerking from the overstimulation.

He kisses you ruthlessly, letting his tongue claim your mouth in a manner more harsh than it is anything else. And when he pulls away and his eyes settle back on yours they're equally as harsh.

"No more shitty little boyfriends that can't handle you. I'll handle you. You want my cock, you ask nicely. Understand?"

"Yes," you let your lips peck his, surprising him, "what if I don't wanna be nice about it?"

He smirks, "try it and find out. Now get on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl I know you can be."

#choso x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #choso smut #jjk choso #choso x you #choso x female reader #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso

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hightaled · 2 years

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i seriously hold so much hatred in my heart towards ayato's SLACKS and i cannot fucking figure out what the hell to do with this i literally don't understand. i give up is what i will do.

#im not actively hostile towards mt stuff but this is an zxception i cannit #so fucking tired lf this fr omfg #with ayato it rlly is like i would like him if only every aspect of him were changed and as such i dont even care abt this.#AND i have a stupid fucking pe run im going to srsly kill someone for fucking real #i hate this teacher she's like this is a running school u get whag u came for!!#fuck you. my mom straight up lied and said there was less pe. its mandatory for 5/6 years Fuck Off. holy fucking shit bruh #STUPID MATH TEACHER TOO #i dont even want to retake a test because i am straight up scared of him what is his problem can he stop yelling.#so fucking mean????????????#students should have the power to vote teachers out. it can not be as bad as this shit #stiillll havent started studying for my apwh test yet. mwah !#rex.txt

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bones4thecats · 2 months

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OL! S/O Defends Angel from Valentino

Type of Writing: Random Idea Characters: Valentino, Vox, Carmilla Carmine, and Alastor Name: OL! S/O Defends Angel from Valentino Idea-Gifter: Random Thoughts

A/N: I'm sure you you can tell that Alastor is one of my favorites because of how long his part is in comparison to the rest. That and I love torturing Valentino, he needs something to scare him straight. I vote in Season 2, Niffty or Alastor scares the shit outta him again

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of SA, and Death ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️

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Bat-Demon! Reader ; Little Brown Bat

❣️ You had been in business with your boyfriend for quite a while, and you understood barely anything of how he treated his workers

❣️ Specifically, how he treated Angel Dust

❣️ Angel and you had gone back to the years when you were alive, working together within his family's mafia. Though, the he went by the name Anthony instead of the drug-induced one

❣️ And while you were used to his very flirty and shameless personality, you could read people like a book. You were so good at reading people, that even Alastor noticed you and would praise you on your abilities

❣️ So, when you noticed Angel walking out of his dressing room after Valentino with his eyes blasted open and a small amount of blood on his arm, you began to question your boyfriend

❣️ And in retaliation to letting it sit, you waited until the rest of his employees had either retired for the night or had left the studio

❣️ Grabbing your pen and a piece of paper before writing a note and teleporting it to your friend Rosie that you wouldn't be able to join her and Alastor for tea that night due to some last minute changes, you readied yourself

❣️ You had noticed that Angel and Valentino had walked into his room earlier that afternoon and hadn't come out for around an hour

❣️ Because of your earlier suspicions, you mentally prepared yourself for any kind of sight. But to amount of time to prepare could help fix what you had seen

❣️ Kicking open the door when it wouldn't open, you eyes shot open in shock as Valentino laid upon Angel, torturing the poor spider-sinner to pieces with his touches

❣️ Your pupils dilated, covering your entire eyes as your wings flared up in anger while you hissed with your teeth bared. It was at that moment you realized you had pulled and knocked Valentino down and stood in front of Angel Dust, defending him

❣️ Protecting him

❣️ Valentino stood up in anger, yelling at you for what you had done. But once he saw just how mad you were, he froze in fear. It was at that moment he remembered, he was no longer the top dog here. You were

❣️ Bats are known to tear apart and feast on moths such as himself, and while he never has seen your full demon form, he now regretted ever looking at you. You were truly horrifying, much like your friend the Radio Demon

" If you ever, ever, dare to touch Angel Dust in such a way; I will tear your soul apart and allow Alastor to blare your screams across Hell for all to hear. I'm sure he'd be fine with it... he was with the last three who disobeyed my warnings. "

❣️ Your boyfriend tensed as you stepped closer and pulled him down by his wings to look into your eyes;

" Am I clear, Valentino? " " Y-Yes, ma'am. " " Good. Now get the fuck out. And to make sure you truly understand my warning, I want you to get rid of Angel's contract. Whether you like it or not. " " But I can't just- " " Must I repeat my last warning? " " No. "

❣️ With that word, Valentino pulled out Angel's contract, the pink chain wrapping around the spider-demon's neck then starting to fade away as the contract faded into nothingness, like it always should've been

" Good boy. And by the way, we're done. I am not going to ally myself with someone as heinous as you. And that's coming from someone who is friends with the Radio Demon. "

❣️ Valentino, now your ex-boyfriend, glared at the ground as your demon-form cooled away as you teleported Angel's things and yours before leaving in a cab to the Hazbin Hotel

" That son of a bitch will know his place. And that little whore will also observe how I'll teach them to obey me. One way or another, I will get my hands on them... no matter the cost... "

Technology-Demon! Reader ; Cyber-security

📺 All Vox has heard for days was about how much of a 'little bitch' his spouse was, and how Valentino wished he had murdered the Overlord long before they gained the rank

📺 To say the technology-demon was upset about the claim was an understatement, rather, he was beyond pissed that the moth-Overlord had the audacity to say those things about his S/O to his face

📺 He had been gone for a few meetings for a couple days, and when he arrived again only to find his room bare of anything related to you got him worried; what had he done?

📺 Grabbing his phone, he dialed your number, already preparing his questions for you.

" Hello? " " Y/N! Where in the name of everything unholy are you?! I come home from two days of work only to find all of your stuff gone from our room?! What did I do wrong? "

📺 He could hear another voice in the background, and he could also hear you using your powers to create something and his mind began to run at 400+ miles an hour

" Who is that? " " It's Angel Dust, y'know the guy who works for Valentino. Or rather, worked for Valentino. "

📺 Okay, now you've officially lost him. How would Angel even manage to quit working for the moth-demon, all the Vees knew that Angel Dust had been sighed under contract for Val to own his soul, how would he get it back?

📺 Vox quickly connected the dots; you were a cyber-security demon. And you were also an Overlord. It was in your blood to protect those that you held dear, whether it be information or another being, you always guarded it

📺 So, it would make sense for you to see danger in how Valentino treated Angel Dust, so, you would've stepped in to defend him, resulting in a meltdown from the Overlord, causing you to leave with your friend

" Where are you guys? " " I can't say, Vox. But, I can meet you sometime soon. Just, not right now. Not while Valentino is still ripe from our discussion. "

📺 Now, to say he was getting annoyed was a hint of a overstatement, he could understand why you didn't want him to know. You understood how he thought better than anyone, you knew that somehow he blabber about where you and the sinner were, resulting in Valentino attempting to kill you both

📺 Vox sighed and gripped his VoxTek phone tightly, making a small crack noise echo from it and through his sound-grabbers he used for ears on his TV-head

" Understood. But, how about tomorrow? Or next week? Whatever works, dear. " " We can try after tomorrow, I want to help Angel settle. " " That's fine. But- please be safe. " " When am I not? " " Just!- Just stay safe, damn it. "

Dancer-Demon! Reader ; Contemporary Dancing

🩰 She was surprised when you had come home with the spider demon she learned was named Angel Dust one night

🩰 You had small cuts on your legs while Angel had many different injuries on him, and when she noticed how you were trying to keep the sinner alive, she ordered for her followers to help heal him while she took care of you

🩰 While Carmilla healed you up, she had asked why you brought home Valentino's worker, claiming that he was supposedly staying at the Hazbin Hotel and not somewhere else

" I had walked in their to hand Valentino some paperwork I needed him to fill out in order to manage the territories, but when I noticed he was gone and that Angel's door was cracked open, I got curious. "

🩰 She looked up at you as she wrapped more bandages around your midsections, prompting you to inhale slightly before continuing your story

" And when I heard the cries of Angel Dust's while Valentino's crude and horrid mouth spewed those nasty words as he continued his touches on him, I just- I felt the urge to protect him, as if he was our daughters. "

🩰 Carmilla smiled slightly at the mention of her daughters. She knew you were protective of them, and her to a degree, but hearing that you had the urge to protect him and them, the parental urge to protect the three, it just made her happy

🩰 Before she could finish her reply, her daughter Odette walked in and told her that Angel Dust was resting in a spare room and that Clara was just making sure he was okay

🩰 The powerful Overlord smiled and nodded to her daughter, allowing the blonde-demon to slip outside to allow you both to continue your conversation

" My love, while I am happy that you would protect Clara and Odette as your own. I am quite puzzled. Why would you risk yourself just for some random sinner you had no closeness to beforehand? " " I'm not sure myself, I just moved without any hesitation, like you did during Extermination last year. When you protected the girls from the angel. "

🩰 Her eyes slightly widened at the mention of that day, the day that she realized an exorcist could be killed by the same weapon that they yielded

🩰 But, she smiled again and pulled the ties out from her hair, allowing the two spikes to fall down behind her back. She was getting ready to rest for the night, after all, dealing weapons was tiresome

" Y/N, I understand why you protected him. And yes, it is quite similar to how I protected the girls. But, remember, do not fight with pure blood-lust, fight for those you care for. " " I did. For Angel Dust. " " Understood. Now, how about we rest for a while? After all, performing with your kind of dance-style would make you tense when dealing with such an arrogant being. "

Mammal-Demon! Reader ; White-Tailed Deer

🔘 Alastor knew that you viewed many members of the Hotel as dear friends or rarely family, though you seemingly had been getting closer to that flirty spider-demon as of late

🔘 What was his name again? Ah, right. Angel Dust, like the old drug

🔘 Your husband also knew just how protective you were of those close to you. He remembers vividly watching you maul some random demon because he tried touching Niffty

🔘 Ah, what fond memories!

🔘 But, when you had come back to the Hotel with cuts alongside your arms and one prominent one against your eye, his ears trailed backwards and his antlers began to slightly enlarge

🔘 He speed-walked up to you as Charlie dealt with Angel's injuries with Husk and Vaggie's help, dragging you back to your shared room

" Darling, what in the name of Hell happened? " " It was nothing, my love. " " Bullshit. Who did this to my beautiful spouse? Names. "

🔘 Alastor stared at you with his pupils slowly changing into dials. While he knew that he wasn't going to scare you fully, he noticed how you held yourself against his gaze; strongly but with some hesitation

" Dearest, names if you don't wish for something truly bad to happen to whoever I suspect is behind this treachery. "

🔘 You sighed and began to slouch, making your husband's eyes widen and ears to twitch up in surprise, you never slouches like this unless you fought against some exorcists in the Extermination

🔘 He sat beside you, laying his microphone staff on the end of the bed as he grabbed your chin lightly, pulling it for you to look at him. And he asked you the question, this time with a far more gentle tone, a soft tone of radio music playing in the background as his smile lowered just slightly

" Y/N, do tell me. I just want to know who had harmed you in such a way. " " ... Valentino. "

🔘 The sound of a radio screeching echoed through the Hotel, putting everyone in a state of slight fear, that sound was never something to take lightly when it would come from the Radio Demon

" As in our fellow Overlord, Valentino? " " Yes. " " And what pray tell did that sloppy wretch do to you, darling? Well, you and Angel Dust. " " Well... I had arrived to bring Angel back to the Hotel, since I needed to speak to him about stuff, but when I noticed he was still inside, I went to go grab him. "

🔘 Alastor nodded along as you spoke, his smile had almost formed a frown at the mention of V Tower, the shit-showy building that his arch-enemy Vox and his little allies lived inside of

" I had walked to his dressing room and when I heard the sounds of Angel's cries, I couldn't stop myself from going crazy and beginning to torture the soul of Valentino's. But, he is still alive. I didn't want Vox up my ass about something like that... especially about someone so- so fucking shitty. "

🔘 He returned his full smile and hummed in agreement. He wasn't fond of most of his fellow Overlords, the only ones he really didn't hate would be Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla, and you

🔘 Alastor then hugged you, playing a small tune, a favorite of yours, and stood up with you in his arms before kissing your forehead

🔘 You were the only person he had ever felt any kind of feeling towards in years, and he wasn't going to let some fucking bastard tear your joyful self from him like nothing. Not if he had a say in it that is

🔘 But, he can put his blood-lust and wish for revenge behind him in favor of comforting you in the form of a small dance and sing-along with you in your bedroom

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silverjirachi · 1 year

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i said it in the tags but i really need to say it out here. cecil palmer was so important to me. there are people on this website now young enough who don’t know who he is, who don’t know how important WTNV was to anyone gay and on this website in 2012, and that’s okay, but i want to put this in circulation because those of you who don’t know genuinely deserve to know.

the world we live in now is very, very different than the world we lived in even just ten years ago. It was not that long ago, I cannot emphasize this enough. Cecil Palmer was canonically gay in a well-known podcast in 2012. He openly and lovingly talked about his crush and eventual partner and it was never once treated as a joke. That was unheard of in 2012. Gay marriage was not even legalized in the United States until 2015 and it felt like we were on thin ice the entire time. We still are. But there just straight up werent any visibly gay characters in popular media who weren’t either side characters, died, or were treated as jokes. Cecil Palmer was voiced by a gay and HIV-positive man who also had a lot of say in the way he was portrayed. That is why he was so real, that is why he was so genuine.

And that meant. So much.

We still struggle to have that kind of representation today, and we saw it in 2012.

For those of you who don’t know who Cecil Palmer is, I’m not asking you to vote for him. But I am trying to tell you what he means to the people who were your age on this website in 2012, and why so many people are voting for him now. We were scared, and starved for that representation, and felt alone. To me, at least, and to many others, Cecil was hope.

In fact, Cecil was such a lovingly-made and genuine representation of gay love, specifically, that my mother, who to this day is still pretty homophobic and is deeply religious, would text me updates about cecil and carlos’ relationship. She was happy for them. My “keep it out of my face” mother was happy for cecil and carlos and was excited to hear their updates. THAT is what WTNV meant, and I still think of that moment sometimes when I need love, when I need hope, and when I am feeling alone.

And if you do want to see that kind of representation (that ran its full course!! and wasn’t cancelled or rushed prematurely!!!) then I highly recommend you do check out Welcome to Night Vale eventually. It was one of the first podcasts to ever get big, in fact arguably podcasts wouldn’t be what they are today without it, and it is such a funny and beautiful and unique little thing about daily life in the weirdest eldtrich horror town in the middle of fucking nowhere.

#tumblr sexymen poll #cecilsweep #tumblr sexyman rematch #sans #cecil palmer #wtnv

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MHA headcanons bcuz the show brings me a lot of joy

If you don't agree with them or they clash with canon that's ok just scroll on, peace and love on the planet earth and whatnot.

⭐Iida is straight but is openly into BL. He's up to date on new releases, mostly pg shoujo stuff. Except for one fantasy comic that is hella explicit at some points but he is VERY passionate about the lore and characters.

⭐Bakugo has Inosuke levels of androgyny going on. He would give Shouto a run for his money in the "class 1-A's resident prettyboy" vote that was held if he 1. wasn't too scary for people to vote for him. and 2. if he stopped scowling for like two seconds.

⭐Aoyama is some flavor of nonbinary but doesn't use any labels because he HATES them. He is an ✨experience✨, a piece of art up for interpretation.

⭐Pro hero Red Riot has a line of menstrual hygiene products with cool and manly packaging because he's very popular with transmasc people and wanted to give back something helpful and validating to them.

⭐Kirishima once called Bakugo his "brofriend" and he just about had an aneurysm.

⭐ Before they got together, Kirishima wrote half the valentine's cards Bakugou recieved anonymously because he "just had so many feelings it couldn't fit just on one card!!"

⭐Bakugou is a secret romantic. He hates talking about it because it's "bad for his image" but he has a big collection of shoujo manga and internally melts whenever Kiri does something soft for him like buying flowers or holding his hand in public.

⭐Aizawa regularly gets intrusive thoughts of becoming a househusband whenever he has a particulaly annoying time. Like after his 7th parent teacher conference of the day or after a full week of falling asleep in uncomfortable beds in seedy hostels he stares at the ceiling like "Hizashi is a celebrity. He has three jobs. What am I doing here? I love him. I can't cook but I could learn 😫"

⭐Kaminari hits on Bakugo's mom every chance he gets. Bakugo's tries to blow him up, Mitsuki thinks it's fucking hilarious.

⭐Allmight has a crush on Midoriya Inko but is scared to do anything about it because A. it might upset Izuku and B. he thinks he's too old and ugly for her.

⭐You'd think Midnight would be a bad teacher based on her general sexy nature but actually she's well loved because she's the only teacher who the kids trust with advice on relationships and intimacy, especially after the dorm system set in. She has time set aside each week where she's available for anyone to pop into her office and chat about whatever they're worried about. Aizawa is endlessly thankful for this because one time Todoroki asked him what a backshot is because he heard Sero make a joke about it and he's still healing from that conversation.

⭐Since both of their quirks are food based Sato and Momo often bake together. Sato's the master decorator, Momo buys good quality ingredients and is a beast at chiffon cakes.

⭐Denki can't swim. After The Incident in primary school where he almost electrocuted a whole swimming pool of people he's been scared to try.

⭐Kirishima has two moms. His birth mom had him at like 18 and his biological father wasn't ready for that yet. Her best friend immediately stepped up to help with the baby, and that's Kiri's mama now.

Thank you for reading!! I am incredibly late to this fandom but hey I'm having fun now so. Sick.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #denki kaminari #erasermic #aizawa shouta #headcanon

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 4

I actually got it up today, holy crap. Today has been so wild I wasn’t sure it was going to happen. Also thank you to @chaoticlovingdreamer and @yellowdevilkitten about the cramps. I am feeling better now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part Seven: Hand holding

Once you’ve established that he likes you back, the first step is hand holding. You aren’t necessarily dating at this point. Though you could be. For same sex couples this will have to be discreet and sneaky, but for straight couples this can be used as a way to declare your couple status.

“I hate that you can’t hold hands with Steve in public,” Max said. “It’s stupid.”

Eddie cocked his head ruefully. “It is what it is. Some day it won’t be like this, but for now, we do what we can.”

“Still stupid.”

It was movie night sleepover. It was something that all of them did once in a while. And by them it meant all of them. All thirteen of them. Steve’s basement was perfect for it. They could all stretch out and still have tons of space. Not that they did that. They tended to puppy pile in smaller groups.

El, Max, Erica, and Lucas was one pile. Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy were another. Mike, Dustin, and Will were another. Which left Eddie, Robin, and Steve as the remaining pile.

But that was a problem for future Eddie. Current Eddie was content on the sofa with Steve sitting next to him, their bodies pressed together in a seem from shoulder to knee.

Robin was on the other side of Steve curled up under his arm and Eddie was fine with sharing at the moment.

The hardest part of the night was deciding on a movie they all wanted to watch. There was always someone that didn’t want to watch whatever it was they decided on. So Eddie and Steve came up with the idea of ranked voting. They would grab five movies and everyone would list them in the order they wanted to watch them in and whichever one got the most votes at number one was the one they watched first.

Tonight they were watching The Dark Crystal. When the beetles came on, chittering above the Skekis Robin flinched and buried her head into his shoulder.

“I thought this was a kids’ show!” she whined to Steve.

“Come on,” Dustin said. “They aren’t that scary. They’re just giant bugs.”

Eddie kicked him in the thigh. “Everybody has different things they’re scared of, we don’t mock people for that.”

“I wasn’t mocking,” Dustin defended. “I just don’t think they’re scary.”

Fizgig started wailing and Eddie jumped back. “What the fuck! Why does it have so many teeth?!” Then a warm hand took his and he looked down at the joined hands and back up to Steve.

“Wait a damn minute!” Max cried. “You’re telling me that the first time you guys held hands Steve initiated it?”

Eddie grinned. “I was so proud. Though, he thought he was just being a good friend at the time. Remember this is oblivious jockus. Even though it was pretty clear he liked me back, he wasn’t reading the signs that I liked him.”

“But he still reached out to you?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Steve smiled softly at him and Eddie’s heart just melted. Eddie gave Steve’s hand a squeeze, but instead of letting go like he suspected Steve thought he would do, Eddie held on to it for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, Eddie wasn’t the only with sniffles from the sacrifices of Kyra and Fizgig.

“But that won’t work,” Dustin said.

“What won’t work, bud?” Eddie asked as he dried his eyes on his sleeve.

“You can’t rebuild an entire race with just two members,” Dustin complained. “Because otherwise you get inbreeding and trust me when I say that’s gross and not just from moral stand point but a medical one, too.”

Max rolled her eyes. “They aren’t trying to rebuild the species. It’s just a love story.”

Dustin grumbled, “Well, it’s a stupid one.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance and shook their heads.

Steve dislodged himself from Robin, reluctantly letting go of Eddie’s hand. “All right, gremlins, get your bed stuff and set it up downstairs. You don’t have to go to sleep right away but I want you at least in your sleeping bags.”

There was some grumbling from the younger kids but they all packed up and went downstairs, Jonathan and Nancy going down with them to make sure they didn’t start fighting over spots.

The remaining adults started cleaning up the mess that only thirteen people can make.

Robin got bored about half way through and wandered downstairs to see what was happening there.

Argyle tilted his head. “Does she always do that?”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.

“Not always,” Steve said. “Her mind just goes a million miles an hour and sometimes cleaning fulfills that need and other times not. I guess today was a not.”

Argyle nodded sagely. “Do you think she would benefit from the purple flower?”

By now they were aware that that was a brand of weed Argyle had brought over from California.

“She doesn’t like smoking,” Eddie said with a grimace.

Argyle lit up. “Brownies, bro! I bet she’d love my brownies.”

Steve chuckled. “You are more than welcome to ask. Just know she might still say no.”

Argyle smiled his dopey smile. “Never offended by that.”

They finished cleaning and went back downstairs to find that the usual piles were divided differently.

El, Max, and Nancy were doing each other’s nails. While Argyle, Robin and Jonathan were discussing weed in a corner. Mike and Will were snuggled up together as were Erica, Lucas, and Dustin.

“You know I always wondered about that night,” Eddie said. “Why you and Lucas weren’t snuggled up like you usually were.”

Max scoffed and rolled her eyes. “It’s the whole reason for this little guide I’m forcing myself to sit through.”

“What happened?”

She put her head in her hands. “I thought we were on again and he did not.”

“He is an oblivious jock, though right?” Eddie grimaced.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize how much until that night,” Max said with a small whine of frustration. “He said that it was great how we had remained friends after Vecna and then asked me if I was dating anyone at the time.”

Eddie rubbed his eye. “Are you serious?”

“As Vecna.”

“Ouch.”

“Looks like it’s just you and me, big boy,” Eddie said looking around the room at all the different groups. When Steve didn’t reply, he backtracked, “Unless you want to hang out with Robin and the stoner boys?”

Steve’s head snapped up. “No, no. She looks like she’s having fun. I’d be happy to be your puppy partner.”

Eddie groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”

“Snuggle buddy?” Steve suggested. “Snug bugs? Puddle pals?”

Eddie shoved him playfully. “Knock it off, man.”

“Oh,” Steve said with a wicked gleam. “I see how it is. Maybe I will join one of the other piles. You think Mike will mind if I join him and Will?”

Eddie laughed. “Only if you want to be murdered in your sleep.”

Steve winked. “So I guess that means you’re stuck with me.”

Eddie bit his lip nervously. “I have an idea!” He walked over to the girls.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted warmly. “May I inquire if you have any black polish among your bounteous plethora of polishes?”

El lit up. “Yes, I have three kinds in fact.” She went digging for them. “I have glitter midnight, death becomes her, and blackest black.”

She held them up for him to see. He looked at each one carefully and chose blackest black.

“Now, my fairest maiden,” Eddie said. “I need a blue for Stevie.”

Steve, Nancy and Max all stared at him in shock.

“You’re going to paint Steve’s nails?” Max asked.

Eddie nodded. “And he’s going to paint mine.”

El giggled. “That’s sooo cute. I have just the color.” She opened a small drawer in her kit and pulled out a sparkling dark blue.

Eddie kissed her forehead. “It’s perfect Supergirl.”

El blushed. “You’re welcome. Have fun.”

Eddie sat down cross-legged from Steve and set the two bottles down between them.

“Can’t have a sleepover without painting your nails and talking about boys,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve laughed. “All right, Eds. You got me there.”

“I thought I would paint yours first, so you can watch me do it,” Eddie said. “And then you can do mine.”

Steve nodded and let Eddie take his right hand.

“Judd Nelson or Rob Lowe?” Eddie asked, delicately painting the thumb nail first.

“Ooh,” Steve said. “Going straight for the bad boys. Robert Downey Jr.”

Eddie looked up at him and tsked. “Wasn’t an option, but interesting.”

Steve laughed and Eddie swatted him. “Stop moving.”

“Sorry,” Steve said, but he was grinning unrepentantly.

“And people say I’m a menace,” he mumbled under his breath.

Steve leaned in close. “Oh, you absolutely are. But I’ll let you in on a secret. So am I.”

Eddie blushed.

They continued to banter back and forth about their favorite actors and singers.

“You take that back!” Eddie protested.

Steve tapped the back of his hand. “Don’t move!” Eddie stopped struggling. “And I didn’t say it was a bad thing you look like John Bon Jovi, I was just making an observation.”

“His sound,” Eddie murmured, “I wouldn’t even deign to call it music, is trash Steve. Literal trash.”

Steve laughed. “Well there you go, menace. All done.”

Eddie held his hands up and admired them. “Not bad, Stevie. Not bad at all.”

“Not as good as yours,” Steve said softly, ducking his head.

“True, but since this was your first time, you did one hell of a job.”

El came over. “Can I see?”

Steve handed her back her bottles of nail polish and then showed her his hands.

“Eddie did a wonderful job,” she said with a gentle smile. “It makes your hands very pretty.”

“Thanks, El,” he said kissing her cheek.

Eddie showed her his and she nodded. “A couple of mistakes but an easy fix.” She went back over to her kaboodle and got out another bottle and a Q-tip. She scooted back over to Steve and Eddie.

“Here’s what you can do when you accidentally paint outside the nail,” El said and dipped the Q-tip into the bottle.

It smelled horrible. She picked up Eddie’s hand gingerly brushed the sides of the nail where Steve had missed and then it was gone, looking for all the world like Steve hadn’t fucked it up.

Steve picked up the bottle and read the label. “Polish remover?”

El nodded. “It’s great for touch ups or when you want a new color.”

“You’re the best El,” Eddie said with a dimpled grin.

She smiled shyly and went back to Max and Nancy.

And if that night found Eddie and Steve holding hands in their sleep, no one noticed. Or at least cared enough to mention it.

“You smooth mother fucker!” Max said. “It was all an excuse to get Steve to hold your hand for long periods of time!”

Eddie laughed. “It worked, didn’t it?!”

“There is no way Lucas is going to let me paint his nails to hold hands,” she said bitterly.

He shrugged. “So bake bread or make cookies. Something that requires your hands. Like I keep saying, your jock is going to be different, but you find things that work for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered darkly. “What happens once he gets use to hand holding?”

Part 5 Part 6

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imongkoneho2 · 10 months

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Hi!! after reading your recent fic, I gotta request too! Can you also do a Earth 42 miles but with a bad boy x good girl trope? I am a sucker for that! Thanks in advance! >////<

Earth 42 Miles Morales X Reader !!

Bad boy x Good girl trope -

[Y/N] is a smart student, never failing to achieve straight A's. She's a cheerful girl, her smile never leaves her face, luring people with her calm aura. She's President of her class, voted by her classmates lovingly.

She's probably the most happiest girl alive despite the city they live in. Gangsters, robbers and kidnappers, villains and all, making the police's job harder than it already was.

She entered the class, as she heard students chattering amongst themselves, even if there's a teacher infront of them. The woman looked at the student, relief evident on her face.

"Sweetie, [Y/N] you're finally here. Could I quickly talk to you about something before we start?" "Sure, Miss Calleros!" She smiled sweetly in response. "Theres a new student, he's your seatmate."

The girl glanced at the new student, he was sat next to the window, looking out with narrowed eyes. She looked back at her teacher. "If I may ask, It's the middle of the school year, don't you think he joined too late..?" "He..he got expelled from his previous school dear, he's a delinquent you see.." "ah..."

She nodded at the explanation, as she glanced back at the student. "After school, I just want you to show him his locker, and give him his schedule." Miss Calleros smiled as she gave her the papers, she took them with a smile.

After that, she smacked the black board causing her classmates to quiet down. The teacher gave her a thankful look, as she sat on her chair.

-- [Y/N]'s POV --

After class, I got up, beginning to place my things on my backpack. "Hey cutie!" A familiar voice said, I glanced to my right. "Hey, Mei Mei." I greeted her. Mei Mei was my best friend, since childhood. She always had those big round, red glasses.

"How are you not scared? You sat next to the Miles Morales!" She exclaimed dramatically. Carrying my bag and raising an eyebrow up, I asked "Who?" "Miles Morales! The new student? He's a delinquent?"

I rolled my eyes and bumped my hips onto her as she staggered slightly away. The girl with glasses giggled catching up to me. "I'm serious though, I heard in his previous school - he was in a gang. He beats up people for fun, has a gun too.. I'm surprised he didn't hurt you..!!" We made our way in the school hall.

"Please, he won't hurt me. I'm too cute." I say jokingly as Mei Mei looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "Sure." She giggled poking my cheeks.

The day passed by quickly, and before I knew it, school had ended. Now, for my president duties! My eyes glanced around the halls, walking around the whole school, searching the face for this 'Mr. Bad boy.'

Then, my eyes spotted him. Exiting the bathroom, his hands rubbing together as he maybe put on hand sanitizer. Not bad for a bad guy. Hygienic.

I then catched up behind him, "Hello! Excuse me!" I called, catching up to the tall boy. "You're Miles Morales, right?" "Yeah." He said simply, his gaze piercing onto mine. An awkward silence passed by, keeping my eyes on his, his gaze gradually became more threatening. Now I know why people are scared of him.

"I like your accent." I said without thinking, "What?" He raised an eyebrow, My mouth closed in response. "Nothing! I'm [Y/N] and I'm the class president, here's your schedule.." I handed him the schedule with a sweet smile, though I can't manage to look him the eyes - since somehow, it's hard to. So looking him at his torso is the best way to avoid eye contact.

"Your locker number is 42, next to the science class! We're locker neighbours!!" A giggle escaped my mouth, immediately closing it in embarrassment. What was that giggle. My eyes creeped up to him, he had no emotion, he just looked at me.

He nodded and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief, stomping childishly. "That's so embarrassing!! I'm gonna jump of a building - Locker neighbours!? What am I a child!?"

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Being Miles Morales' seatmate wasn't that bad. He's oddly quiet for a delinquent. He's smart too. My mind went to that one time last week - when we were paired up for a presentation. We exchanged numbers, and almost immediately - he sent the whole research and the script.

-- Miles Morales POV --

"Can you make it pink please ^⁠▽⁠^?" I laughed under my breath in amusement. What was her name again? [Y/N]? I searched her name on Instagram. Her face popped up, as I clicked it. My eyes flickered, scrolling through her pictures.

Most of her pictures were her studying, in the library, with friends, her with cats and random cute things she saw. I closed my phone, my uncle entering the room. "What's with that look, man?" "What look?" "And here I thought you won't catch feelings for anyone with that heart of yours." He laughed and exited.

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[Y/N] shivered in the dark, as she walked in the street. City lights and dim street lamps were the only thing keeping the girl company. She sighed, walking faster, in hopes of getting to her apartment quickly, plastic bag on her hand. She passed by two guys, about her age - smoking.

One of them stopped her in her tracks by stepping infront of her, a smug look in his faced. "Hey sweetcheeks, whatchu doing so late?" She gave a small awkward smile and turned around, only to be blocked by his friend.

"Leaving so soon?" "Have fun with us." "No thank you, I need to go home..." She said meekly, as the two creeps laughed. Another gripped her wrist, she yelped in response. "That was an order, sweetheart." A harsh tug made her look around for help.

"Yo' move." A familiar voice said, as they all turned to look at it. It was Miles Morales, his eyebrows knit together, meeting her eyes. "Miles! Help-" "ah, this your boyfriend or something?" "Looks like a delinquent wanna be."

[Y/N] shot pleading eyes to her delinquent seatmate, as he stared back in return. He sighed. "I said move. People are trying to pass, bro." "Who you trying to 'bro', Man?" The two creeps approached him.

With a blink of an eye, the two were laying on the ground, one with a bruised eye who was also passed out and one with a busted lip. "Whatever! She looks like a whore anyways!" The guy cowered and ran away, leaving his friend.

Miles crouched down to the passed out guy, his hands roaming on his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Placing one on his lip, he ignited the lighter and lit up the tip of the cigarette.

"Thank you..." She said, trying to catch her breath, hand on her heart as she almost died. Miles grunted, blowing smoke and glanced at her. "Whatcu' even doing here?" "Was just trying to buy some meds for my cat. He's sick. I'm going back to my apartment now though.." she gripped the plastic bag, she was holding onto for dear life earlier.

"You're crazy for walking in the middle of the night." He continued walking forward. "Yeah...can you uhm, walk me to my apartment?" [Y/N] shyly asked. His eyes flickered to her.

"Why?" "'Cause...you saved me, so maybe you can keep doing that until I reach my apartment! I'll pay you back if you do, and also for saving me!" "You ain't need to pay me back." He said, quickening his pace.

The girl quickly ran up to him, trying to match his pace. "..Is that a yes..?" "Yeah, whatever." They walked in silence, somehow, this time it was calming and comfortable.

"Uhm- so...if you don't mind me asking..are the rumours really true..? the one where they say you're a delinquent, who's in a gang, who beats people up for fun..?" She shivered again in the cold, feeling a little brave to ask questions.

"The delinquent part is true. But Ion' go with gangs and beating people up for fun. I'm not that ridiculous 'Ma." He said, blowing the smoke from his cigarette. She nodded and smiled. "Well, you're not that bad for a delinquent." "Yeah?" "Yeah."

She stopped as Miles also halted, looking at her. She faced the building next to him. "This is me...thank you, again." "Don't go outside in middle of the night, next time. Don't wanna save your ass again."

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Hope this was goodd, I also absolutely love this trope!! I'm taking more requests!! Any characters will be finee!!

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #miles molares

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chishiyaisasnack · 10 months

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Is anyone up for some toxic manipulating Chishiya? I know I am. I wrote part of this a long time ago so you might have seen it in an ask on another blog, but I changed it up a bit and turned it more into ”is Chishiya toxic or actually nice?” and the answer is yes he’s toxic. It’s in both the readers and Chishiyas pov. When ———— shows up it means that the pov changes. Just a silly little sfw one shot where Chishiya is nothing like I see him in the show.

The setting is the scene where all the executives (and Arisu) finds out that the Hatter is dead and they have to vote for a new leader.

Disclaimer! This contains mentioning of violence, the same that was in that scene in the show. I’m not describing anything, just mentioning that it happend. I also mention lasers and hints at what they do.

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Chishiya raised his eyes from the table and up towards Niragis face just to be met by the most intense image he’d ever seen. Held by a steady hand, the tip of a handgun was touching the side of his head, just next to his temple. A finger on the trigger. A pair of eyes filled with nothing and a depth emotions Chishiya couldn’t understand, all at the same time. Your face gave away nothing. You didn’t look angry, you didn’t look sad. Even Chishiya couldn’t read you. How the fuck was this the hottest thing he’d ever seen?

”Do that one more time and you’ll be the one on the table.” Your low voice sent chills down Chishiyas spine, as if you’ve whispered it straight into his own ear. It was exhillerating. Not that he wanted anyone to be shot, although if someone had to be then Niragi would be his first choice. It was the way you held yourself and they way you spoke as if there was nothing out there that could stop you. Like the only thing that mattered to you was the space between the gun and Niragis head and wether or not it would be filled by a bullet. It was nothing like how you presented yourself to others, but Chishiya had wanted to see this side of you show itself. He’d seen glimpses of it before when he really pushed you. Not that you’d been anywhere close to this intense, but enough to make him aware that you were so much more than you led on. It was as if he was finally seeing the real you in front of him, the raw and ugly part that you didn’t show anyone. It was captivating.

Chishiya didn’t realise that his fingers had gone numb from how hard he was pressing them into fists in his pockets. If it wasn’t for the way he followed every breath you took he would’ve forgot to breathe himself. He almost wished that he was the one you were pointing the gun at, that he was the one getting that attention from you, that he was the one who brought out this primal part that he’d been begging to see for weeks now. How could someone look so composed, so intense, yet so empty all at once? Those lips that usually told him to go to hell were now sucking him in with every slow breath of air passing through them. He couldn’t wait to bring this side of you out again.

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No one in the room as much as blinked. Every pair of eyes were focused on you. You could feel their gaze burn into your skin, but the heat from the anger burning inside you was still hotter. You watched Niragis reaction carefully. You watched as he slowly retracted his rifle and let it fall to his side, watched his throat move when he swallowed down the words he wanted to say but knew he shouldn’t. His eyes were directed straight forward and you could see a glint of fear in them. How funny, the only thing he was scared of in this place was you. ’I guess I’m just as fucked up as the rest of them after all. Oh, well.’

You took a slow breath and lowered the gun without wavering your eyes from Niragis face. With another click you put the safety back into action and turned around on your heels. You took three slow steps, stopped right in front of Aguni and then shoved the gun flat into his stomach to signal him to take it from you. He took it without hesitating but you could tell that he didn’t like it. He refused to look at you. Not that you expected him to, but some response would be nice. Then, before you walked away, you leaned in right next to him, face away from the rest of the group, and whispered ”Get yourself together, for fucks sake” with a sterness that you didn’t even know you had.

You fled to the roof of the hotel as soon as you had walked out of that meeting room. Seeing your friend laying dead on the table while your other friend let that walking piece of shit beat the crap out of him was more than enough to make you snap. The way Aguni looked at the Hatter on that table, completely dead inside, made you instantly aware that he was the one who killed him. Something must have gone seriously wrong, but you were not interrested in finding out what. Instead you ran away so that you didn’t have to see the mess that was about to unfold.

You had found a way to the roof of the building several weeks ago when you once again tried to get away from the ”utopia” that this place was supposed to be. Being there at night was your favourite past time. You could see the city spread out in front of you while the night sky was so full of stars that you could barely make out the black sky between them. If there was one thing you could miss about this twisted version of the world, it would be how peaceful the nights were. The noise from below was drowned out by the beauty of the landscape around you. You even brought a blanket and a pillow that you permanently had laying up there now. It was your place and it was the only peace that you were able to find in this awful world.

You sat down by some sort of large pipe running along the middle of the roof and leaned back against it. Knees pulled up towards your chest and the blanket pulled up as far as you could. The music blasting from the pool area was still there but the small breeze in the air cancelled it out for you. And just as you finally started to relax you heard footsteps coming towards you.

”I want to be alone” you said to the figure coming towards you. You knew who it was even without looking. He had a talent of sneaking up on you, so much that you had gotten used to it by now. You kept staring into the sky and just waited to hear what he wanted. Then you could tell him to fuck off. It was less rude that way, or so you told yourself. It wasn’t because you were curious, of course not. That was also what you told yourself.

”That was something else.” Chishiya sounded amused when he sat down a few meters away from you. He knew that if he came too close you would leave. You wanted your space and he graciously gave it to you. Why did he always show up when you wanted him there the least? Maybe he put a tracker on you. It wouldn’t be suprising.

”Aguni gave the gun to me several weeks ago, just in case.” You didn’t look at him while answering but you just knew that his eyes were glued on your face. ”It wasn’t loaded anyway. I emptied it right away when I got it.” You twirled the number tag on your wrist around a bit as you spoke. Why were you even explaining this to him? You came here to be quiet, to not think about this. ”I didn’t want it in the first place but Aguni wanted me to protect myself from the militants. I guess it worked.”

”I thought you were serious.” Chishiya said with a touch of honesty in his voice that you hadn’t heard from him before. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking over at him. He looked peaceful, just sitting on the roof looking up at the night sky that stretched above the two of you. His legs crossed in front on him, hands in his pockets. His hair was flowing a bit back and forth in the breeze. ”You had this look on your face… like you finally had enough. It was thrilling.”

”You have a strange taste in amusement, you know that right?” you told him, rolling your eyes.

Chishiya didn’t answer but he gave you a side eyed glance and a smile before he went back to looking back up. You’d be afraid that you’d hurt his feelings if it wasn’t for him being… him.

You two just stayed like that for a while, just looking at the stars and they way the city stretched in front of you. You didn’t know why Chishiya was there next to you but you didn’t have the will or the energy to find out either. You just went with him maybe being a nice person for once and tried offering you some condolences in his own way. Who knew, maybe he was? You knew that there had to be a side of him that cared about people. Somewhere in there.

”It’s almost midnight” Chishiya woke you up from your thoughts. ”Here.” You turned your eyes over to him and saw that he was reaching out his hand to you. In it was a simple lighter.

”I don’t smoke” you answered confused, but you still accepted the lighter and took it in your hand. ”And what does this have to do with it being midnight?”

”I know that you don’t like the lasers. So I thought that you could look at the flame instead. It’s better than closing your eyes, right? I’ll tell you when it’s over.” Chishiya didn’t look at you when he said it but the sincerity in his voice was there. He did care. You didn’t know how to react to that.

”Thank you.” You didn’t want to make a big deal out of his actions so you left it at that. How did he know that closing your eyes would just bring up the images of people dying from lasers in previous games? Maybe he get those images too. Maybe it was just simple psychology, seeing traumatic images when the sound from them was all around you. You chose to not think further into it and let your eyes wander to the yellow lighter in your hand. With a quick flick of your thumb it lit up and a small flame danced in the air. You kept watching it as the sound of the lasers went off all around you. You kept your eyes peeled on the flame, following its movements, analyzing its colour, letting it occupy your mind.

”It’s over” Chishiya said and woke you up from your trance. Before you had chance to say anything, he got back on his feet and started to walk away from you, going towards the exit.

”Wait.” The flame in your hand died out, leaving the space around you in darkness and suddenly you had felt a surge in your stomach. You didn’t want to be alone. You wanted him to stay, you wanted his company. With pleading eyes you saw him turn around to look at you, probably just as confused as you were to why you stopped him. ”Stay. Please.”

Chishiya didn’t answer, but still walked back to where he had been sitting previously, hands still deep in his pockets and a calm look on his face. When he sat down he leaned his head back, raising his gaze towards the sky, before turning his eyes to you with a smirk.

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Chishiya barely believed his ears when he heard you calling out for him. You had fallen head first into his traps this time. Maybe you had let your guard down after your performance back in the office. Chishiya wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter now. You were broken. He had slipped in through the cracks. The hardest game he’d ever played was over. You were finally his to play with. He had won.

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footballerimaginess · 6 months

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Twins

This fic is based on James Maddison's twin baby announcement, you voted for Kylian to have this fic so enjoy!! Kylian Mbappe Word Count: 790 The work day had flown by, you were finishing early as you were heading to the PSG game. You could barely keep your eyes open you were that tired, it was like you needed a 12 hour nap.

Getting home and stuffing your face with a bit to eat before you needed to head back out yet again. Changing into suitable clothes for the game as you rushed straight out again. "Hello" you waved your pass to the front of the stadium staff as you made your way to the stand. The overwhelming feeling of feeling absolutely exhausted was still there, you could barely keep your eyes open but you didn't want to disappoint Kylian and not turn up to his game. The game ended in a 3-0 victory for PSG, Kylian having an amazing game as usual. "Hey love" Kylian face lit up as he saw you walking over to him. "Hello KyKy, you had a great game" you smiled as you embraced him in a cuddle. "Thank you angel, let's get home. You want food?" he asked as he took your hand in his. "I am not hungry, I haven't felt hungry all day" you shrugged. "That isn't like you babe, is everything okay?" he asked as you made your way to the car. "I don't know, I haven't felt right all day. I have felt so exhausted all day and it's just strange. I don't know why, maybe I have been over doing it or something" you told him as you sat in the car and drove home. - The past few days you were feeling the same, you noticed your stomach start to cramp up a little bit assuming your period was on it's way. You checked your phone to see what the time was when you saw a notification pop up saying period 6 days late. "Fuck" you blurted out loud, forgetting that Kylian was fast asleep beside you as you turned to see if you'd woken him up and you did as you watched as his eyes slowly open as he put his hand around your waist as you were sitting on the edge of the bed. "You okay?" he muttered sleepily. "I have some pain, I am late too" you turned to face him. "What is your period?" he questioned as you simply nodded at him. "Do you think you're pregnant?" he asked as you nodded. "I will go and grab a test, hoping I don't see anyone" you got up slowly as you felt the room was spinning. "Go back to sleep Ky, I'll be back soon" you whispered as you chucked on some fresh pair of clothes on as you headed out to the local pharmacy. Not entirely sure what one to pick, you seem to have two in your hand as you paid at the till and practically ran to the car, with all the emotions flowing that you were about to take a pregnancy test. "Got it" you shouted as you walked through the house as Kylian was in the kitchen making himself some food. "Want to go take it?" he asked as he followed behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. "I'm so scared" you mumbled as you opened the wrapper of the test as you read the instructions. "You stand outside, you are not watching me have a wee Ky" you laughed, through the nerves as you practically pushed him out of the bathroom as you did your business. "Is it done?" Kylian asked as you pushed the door open for him to come in as he stood patiently staring at the test. "Oh my god" you whispered as you watched as the test appeared with the words Pregnant 2 weeks. "I I- we are having a baby" you burst out crying. "Oh darling, come here" he held you tightly in his arms as you sobbed on his sleeve. "Hey it is okay darling, congratulations to us" Kylian pulled you as he gently wiped the tears away from your face. "Thank you, we haven't spoken about having a baby though. You're not mad though are you?" you asked as you took another look at the test. "No no baby, why would I be mad? I am so happy, please don't feel sad this is supposed to be a happy time with us having a baby" he put his hands on your stomach as you looked down, placing your hand on top of his. "I don't know how to feel, I am scared. My belly is doing somersaults knowing that there is a baby in here" you whispered as you held him tightly as you could. Knowing that you were excited for your next journey to begin. - There will be a part 2, let me know what you think of this fic!!

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mamirhodessxox · 2 months

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On the pole

Cody Rhodes x Fem!wrestler

Desc: Before your match teamed with Cody against judgment day you get out an idea involving a stripper pole within the ring and decide to see where it goes.

Contents: Violence, Drinking, Foul language, Cody being dashing, Y/n serving cunt, Partying,

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It was Raw night in Vegas and you were more than excited to be teamed with your lover during a match with judgement day, it was hours before guests started coming in so you found some practice time to put a new idea to use with Rhea.

You were in the ring spinning around a pole and once rhea gets close enough you kicked her back in the chest and climbed your way onto ground and slip your ankle behind her legs to make her fall backwards, Cody soon walked in with a bottle of water, he climbed into the ring and leaned against the ropes and rhea & you prepared to fight, “Y/n sweetheart come drink some water before you overdo it.” You turn to look at him and smile walking over towards him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders kissing his cheek “thank you baby, how could I forget.” You hummed grabbing the water and taking a few sips while holding eye contact with him.

“How’s practice going for you ladies?” Rhea turned to her and shrugged with a smile “Y/N is natural at this, she kicks ass especially with this pole, Show ‘em your tricks.” You grin and set down your water and jump onto the pole spinning for a little bit and as rhea approaches you wrap your legs around the back of her neck and slam her into the ground before planting yourself on her back and tugging back her arm before looking at Cody grinning, he walked towards you and gave you a quick kiss “I have quite the fire crack huh?” You stand up and nod in response while Rhea stretches “She was made for the ring.”

Many hours later everyone had made their entrance but not you just yet, You watched through the TV Dom & rhea trying to talk but Cody’s fans wouldn’t necessarily let them but rhea kept going “Your little favorite Cody Rhodes is a WANNABE and a LOSER and that money in the bank? Domdoms gonna end i-“ before she could finish Cody made his entrance and stood in the ring but Dom scampered outside of the ropes while Rhea ranted about how Dom was dangerous. “Dom says that money in the bank..He’s gonna show you exactly how dangerous he is.”

Cody chuckled “Oh..Thank you for the education. Dom has proved a few cheap shots are rather dangerous, Dom your a smart guy i’m sure you heard this, go ahead be who you are say how you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” He grinned “do you know who said that? The cat in the hat a CHILDREN’S book is am quoting a children’s because that’s what you ARE, you are a scared little fucking boy Dom.” Rhea stood in-front of Cody trying to urge a fight out of him as a referee was setting up a random stripper pole in the middle of the ring,

Rhea huffed and puffed and tried urging Cody into fighting her but he grinned before speaking “Rhea you know I have no intention on fighting you, we know this, but I have a substitute that can do it for me and I think you might know her VERY fucking well!” She quirked up an eyebrow and turned to the entrance that you were already walking away from and making your merry way to the ring and climbing through the ropes “What the hell is this?” Rhea shouted as Cody grabbed Dom dragging him out of the ring with him while you got straight to the point & body slammed rhea into the ground and quickly climbed up the pole and just as Rhea made her way towards your direction you wrapped your legs around her and slammed her back onto the ground while you straddled her back and tugged on her arms while your other hand squished her face into the ground.

Cody cheered you on from the side and slammed his hands against the rings floor until Rhea turned you over and sat in between your legs but you acted fast and slammed your head against hers and pummeled her onto ground before standing up which made the referee confirm you won tonight’s match. Cody jumped in and wrapped you up in his arms before walking you backstage. He made sure you were washed up while Rhea poured champagne into wine glasses and handed you one as you entered the conference room “You did awesome out there Y/N” she smiled as you thanked her and made your way to Cody who smiled widely and kissed your cheek

“Babygirl you were outstanding in that ring.” He smiled once more while you shrugged “Learned the best from the best huh?” He chuckled and gave you a kiss “y’know I have a surprise for you when we get back to the hotel” you raised an eyebrow and kissed his neck “Yeah? What’s that?” He grinned messing with your hair “Can’t tell, you’ll just have to find out.”

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caramel1mochi · 8 months

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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]

Heya everyone!

This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!

I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!! I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.

Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

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To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start. And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.

Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.

Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.

“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”

“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”

“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”

You crossed your arms, smiling.

“I am now!”

“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”

As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.

“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”

You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped. In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.

“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”

“There’s more?!”

You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.

“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”

“He has a girlfriend!”

She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.

“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”

“No! What if it’s a prank?”

“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”

She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair. And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?

“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”

“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”

You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.

Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.

“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”

“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.

❤ฺ·。

You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was. Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’.

But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.

“Ow, ease up! My arm!”

She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go.

“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand. Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.

“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression. Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.

“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”

That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by. With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway. She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.

“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”

“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”

“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”

You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.

“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”

“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”

She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.

“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”

You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win.

“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”

“Okay, open the box.”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.

“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”

“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”

Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched. Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much. Wait, do those even exist?

You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.

“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.

“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”

“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”

Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.

“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”

She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.

“Shut up and open it.”

“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”

Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right. It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.

Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.

“It doesn’t fit.”

You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation. To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.

“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”

“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”

She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.

“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”

“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”

You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours. The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.

“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”

“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”

You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her. Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.

“Relax, it’s just a fly.”

Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.

“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.

“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”

“What?”

“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”

You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.

“That’s so filthy!”

“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”

She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.

“Hey, what do bugs do again?”

You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own. Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away. And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.

“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”

Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.

“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”

“Help me out?!”

She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.

“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”

You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away.

And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.

“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”

Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet. But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.

And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.

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lains-reality · 9 months

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psa

i know i've said 'hmm maybe i should make a post about emotional regulation' but no. 4dkelly said it nicely here.

i am just a tumblr blog. i'm also learning. i am NOT YOUR MUM. i am not your doctor. i am not google.

a lot of questions, as i said in the comments of that post, are just 'is it okay if ..' or 'how do i [thing that can be solved with a bit of self compassion or paitence]' or just straight up questions that can be answered by self-care blogs.

if you're here and asking bloggers questions, it means you've done the reading right? it means you're ready right? i dont think you are. some asks straight up sound like they didn't read nothing. some asks are just asking for permission? i am a blog that you are generating in real time.. you are asking for permission from yourself through me...

some asks are just asking about things that you can just put down. you can take a step back from stuff. you can choose something different, y'know? i think some of you expect a magical answer, when really its just .. think practically for 2 seconds .. and you'll have an idea of what to do

i will do my best to make this practise complete and whole as i can, but you must do the rest!

heres some keywords to search:

mindfulness

selfcare

how to live from the heart

how to live with/in love

emotional regulation

inner work lonerwolf

i saw the 'how long have you been in spirituality' votes. for 0-6 months (~10%) read this.

as 4dkelly and adadisciple have said:

I understand ego is fearful and scared, but *I* cannot convince you of anything, nor do I want to "convert" you. You can do whatever you want at all times.

If you (the ego) are not willing to do that (the letting go!), then come back when you are ready. It is not up to anyone to convince you to adopt this practice and way of life.

#lainsthoughts

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total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel · 2 months

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Revenge of the island was doomed from the start when the first character they introduced was jo. Like what the fuckkk at first I was like. Is that human like wtf 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 then girls first line is “stay out of my way if you value your kiwis” like girl you sound like 🤓🤓🤓 yk what I mean. Like bro Scott’s just chilling what did he do to you fuckface. They should’ve let Anne Maria hair spray jo to death of something but wtffff jo u r not the main character 😭😭😭😭 then let’s talk about this bitchs behavior is the goddamn intro. Girls punching a punching bag in the middle of the woods (whime did you get that). Cameron is almost killed and blasted off into space and jo catches him and does one good thing for humanity then immediately after just tosses him onto the ground to go chase after brick???? WTF we get it ho ur not like othim girls and u wanna be one of the boys sooo badly 😭😭😭 stfu what did brick even do to you. His first words to u were ma’am because he’s a fucking simp and rides him dick 24/7 like why be so mean to himmm. Goofy ass. Then he’s on the beach racing with brick and almost driving him into cardiac arrest like bro don’t kill him. Ik ur heartless and all but girllll no one asked 🥴🥴🥴 brick should’ve beaten the shit out of him. Out of my way triathlete coming thru 😈😈😈😈😈🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 omg I’m so scared 😱😱😱😱😱 go away. Literally no one asked girl. he almost drowns Zoey and Staci just to be number one like broooo ur actually done this time . Then launches himself off Sam to do a flip like girl u are not the main character. I’d rathim go thru 60 episodes of zoke and commando Zoey than watch jo every again. S4 was literally so bad and I blame it all on him. Then he’s pissed at dawn for getting to shore quicker BABE TAKE A CHILLPILL GODDAMNN….. wish dawn could’ve owned him and exposed him or smth idk. Make him feel ashamed. No wonder lightning thought u were a man like bro Shut up guys are annoying and so are you 😭😭😭😭 so I consider him just as bad as one. Lightning should’ve kept misgendering him I found it funny. “Sorry you had to lose to a girl 🤓🤓🤓🤓” wow you’re so fucking different!!! Do you want a medal too. Lightning should’ve beat his ass on the spot and I wish Chris ran him over with his little go cart. Sooo glad Scott found the invincibility statue because if jo didn’t get eliminated ep10 I would’ve straight up killed myself fr 😭😭 like no joke I’d hang myself from the ceiling. he’s always so grumpy too wtfffff. he should’ve got mutated instead of Dakota I’m not even kidding. Calling squirrels stupid is also lowkey kindaaaaa 😐😐 look at yourself Joey 😭😭 you’re not any hotter. he looks like one of those inbred lion/tiger hybrids you know what I mean. That gamer indent isn’t cute eithim….. 😬😬😬😬 thought you were an athlete. That’s embarrassing!!! Now ur skull is permanently mutated that’s so cringe. Then he laughs at lightning getting hit in the head and then gets trampled by a trampoline LMAO glad that bitch got him karma. Brick did nothing to help him in that moment and he’s so real for that tbh. Should’ve kicked dirt onto his head but whatevvvssss 😐😐😐😐. “All right let’s do this 🤪🤪🤪” and then falls into the water LMAOOOOOOO failure!!!!! Imagine 😭😭 like girl I thought you were a pro athlete thime’s no way ur real. Notice he’s smiling at Anne Maria getting hurt when hitting the bottom of the totem pole Everytime. That’s the same state Jeffrey Dahmer gave his victims before he killed them and ate them. he’s a psychopath I’m not even kidding. Then he kicks the trampoline out from under AM like UMMMM???? At least try to help him jfc. Toxic rats was the best team bc they don’t have jo. “Good grief 😐😐😐” corny ahhh line. Chester should’ve beaten the shit out of him too tbh 😭😭😭😭 I wish so hard that he died when he fell down that wayerfillll like aughhhshshsgwuwjwjjjebns.

If the maggots lost they def would’ve voted out Jo or smth but nooo he has plot armor ong 😭😭😭😭😭 I’d rathim listen to a podcast made by Staci than listen to Jo’s corny ass nicknames. Then he has to go how’d they get in front of us!!!! Like MAYBE… this is a wild suggestion too. Maybe you’re…. A SHIT TEAM LEADER 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 crazy I know. Brick should’ve beat him ass in that thumb wrestle but jo just tries killing him like jfc. Instead of a thumb wrestling contest they could’ve done an idk. Ummm like whoever can hit the othim upside the head with the a rock the hardest idk. And brick could’ve won and DESTROYED that ho. I’m not good at making suggestions. And everyone coming at me in the replies how’s it feel to be wronggggg 😁😁😁😁 y’all need to stop dickriding jo asap idk. he’s not that good. he let him team to crashing into that cabin like bro stop trying to kill everyone lmao. Jo kinda dresses like those homelsss ppl u see on the side of the highway with those goofy “if you love god donate to me!!!” signs. Idk girl just get a new wardrobe or smth. Brick would help you but since you’re such a shithead he’s not helping u lmao cope and seethe 😙😙😙😙 he probably smells like axe deodorant too lmao imagine.

Erm yeahhh I’m done. Idk what to call my anon. Jater because I am a jo hater!!! Maybe I’ll rant about her in episode 2 because he rlly got on my nerves that episode but he also gets on my nerves every episode sooooo 😒😒😒😒 bye xoxo. You’re mad because you know I’m right 😘😘😘😘

#long post #tw sui ideation #jater #jater are you typing these out gendering jo correctly and then replacing every instance of female pronouns w he/him/his #because you called Anne Maria a him and also put thime instead of there??#total drama

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ghostinthegallery · 9 months

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Okay so about Orikan and Imotekh!

Yup, I continue to be the most hinged person on the planet when it comes to imaginary ancient Egyptian themed space robots.

But anyway, Orikan is canonically a member of Imotekh's court, and Imotekh might be one of the only people in the universe Orikan actually respects (or fears? It's 40k, close enough). Which is interesting because Orikan is An Intellectual with a healthy disdain for the military (probably some family issues there, he did come from a military family then ran away to go to star college). So why serve a soldier? I mean yes, Imotekh is one scary dude, but that's a boring answer. Naturally they've never had a scene together because GW hates me specifically.

Which leaves me to wildly speculate, and I think these two have some key things in common that really get to the heart of issues with necron/necrontyr society...

Because the thing is, necron(tyr) society might be one of the most highly stratified cultures in all of 40k. So much so that it was baked into their physical being after biotransference. The higher their social status, the better the living metal body they got. The more mental capacity they got. The more *free will* they got. We see in a Twice Dead King flashback that members of the nobility could and did kill anyone without consequence. Life was so cheap to the necrontyr that it didn't matter. Class mobility was and is not a thing.

Enter Imotekh, who started as a soldier and became a general and then a *phaeron*. He did the thing no one is supposed to be able to do by being just *that* competent and terrifying. Remember, Imotekh woke from hibernation because some Sautekh noble wanted to *use* him to get one up on their rivals in a dynastic power struggle. This guy really thought Imotekh the Gods Damn Stormlord would be so grateful that he'd just help this clown take over the dynasty? Yeah no, Imotekh offed that guy and anyone who wasn't going to vote Stormlord 4 Phaeron.

Which must have been pretty mind blowing for Orikan to see. After all, Orikan may be important, but (as Trazyn loves reminding him) he isn't nobility. A fact that matters in a society where status directly correlates to how much of a person people think you are. Other necron lords "use" Orikan all the time. For his predictions, during battles (seriously check the wiki, feels like the poor guy gets dragged out for like every necron campaign). Orikan may manipulate those nobles on a regular basis (aka "strategically editing" his prophecies) but he won't straight up oppose them. At least not without invoking Imotekh's name, as he does during the Court Scene of TI&TD.

Again, I don't think the two have ever interacted in the canon, but Imotekh respects Orikan's work enough to base battle strategies on his divinations (which is huge, as being a master strategist is the basis of his power). And Orikan doesn't bullshit Imotekh the way he does other phaerons who ask for his counsel. Is Orikan scared of Imotekh? Of course he is. Trazyn calls him out on this during War in the Museum. But I think it's interesting that these two characters are trapped in a cruel society determined to use them up and spit them out, and both of them have found ways to resist that. Ways that could set them at odds with each other (nerd v. jock false dichotomy) but don't.

I do wish there was more canon material to work with, because I am filling in a ton of blanks with my own interpretations. But hey, speculation is fun!

And if you want to see these two in a room together read my necron longfic on AO3 here (heck yeah shameless self promotion!)

#necrons #orikan the diviner #imotekh the stormlord #i guess i character analyses now #or whatever this is #fanfic #warhammer 40k #who should i think too hard about next?#sound off in the comments #i just think they're neat

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