#i just think bam should have been allowed to do this

[kuurake]

i missed you

#i just think bam should have been allowed to do this #khunbam #tower of god #the 25th bam #jue viole grace #me using colors as light as these is unheard of #kuuart #khun aguero agnes

[jazeswhbhaven]

Fa La La La La Michael's on Sale (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers II)

Before you proceed!!! Check out Part 1 here ->

if you've already saw that, let's dive back in for the remainder of the prologueeee

So we left off at the auction, and Daddy Mammon was being Daddy Mammon. But he also explains how he views buying stuff in general, including being forward that the "gifts" MC assumed were gifts are things that they needed for the function lmao

Damn if that's a necessity to you then a gift is like....probably very very expensive or heartfelt or something like that. At least to Mammon. He even explains his buying process to them

So how he sees it, everything in this world is already his and he's just sharing it with everyone and allowing them to enjoy it as well. When he pays the store or anyone for anything it's basically him rewarding them for keeping his stuff safe until he needs it again later regardless of the reason, he wants it for. He's adorable.

So while all of that is happening and he's trying to see what it is that MC would want to buy, Michael literally fucking plunges from the sky into the building like nothing.... Like when I tell you that's the funniest shit I've read for both prologues where the angels literally just fell from the sky forcefully and they were probably just minding their business for the day, it's Christmas so they're like meh we're chilling, gonna wait til the day after and Y E E T bam down the hell for whatever reason lol

So here's a couple rumor lore for our seraph boi. Apparently out of the three, he's really cutthroat and doesn't give a fuck about it. His judgment usually ends with him killing you basically because no one is pure in his eyes. SO at this point everyone is hauling ass trying to escape before he gets murder happy.

He notices that MC is there and acknowledges their presence, and his forever crying eye because he's always like that is dripping tears (I like to make a joke he has allergies....to sin....)

So Mammon tries a sneak attack and it seems to not work against him and he's like confused, MC is confused, EYE am confused because wtf is Michael suddenly invincible???

So he's referring that Mammon is the most sinful devil king...I guess in his eyes being greedy is too much and should be punished right away. I guess he just doesn't see the potential in the other kings huh? /j

So Mike here starts shooting bolts of energy, blades of light, everything he's got toward Mammon and MC, none of it lands or hits. Everyone is watching confused YET again and Mammon is the only one that seems to get it.

A what now?????

So remember in the beginning where Minhyeok basically sat up there and wished for peace wherever MC was so they could have a peaceful Christmas? I mean canon-wise he's been to hell before and knows exactly how rough it is for MC and the others, so he made this wish thinking about that and turns out...

The rules of "Santa" work in Hell when it comes to wishes. Mammon can't attack Mike and Mike can't kill any devils for the day.

That's right buddy, no murder party for youuuuu <3

I love his angry face here, he's so pissed off lmao. But basically what happens shortly after...since he's powerless and pretty much fucking useless, the devils gang up on him and chain him up and such. Mammon threw out the idea of "wonder how much he would cost?" and now...angel boi is part of the fucking auction lol

So they're having MC 'test' out the product which in this case is Michael. Apparently in the past Solomon tested out various products before they were auctioned off and so they are having MC do the same. Honestly, the expectations put on MC are so odd sometimes. Like come on their granddaddy from centuries ago was from a different time and had some crazy magical powers and shit and so far MC has only been able to tap in like a 4th of that power. Maybe not even a 4th T^T But regardless they're eating up Michael with their eyes and he's of course being a brat about it.

It appears that during the scuffle, the devils were able to pitch together and come up with an info card, only had to use minimal chains, a golden gag (I assume he was fucking biting people lmao) and well...I'd like to think now that the angels automatically have their cock/chastity cages just by default. The design of their cages remind me of 'Dick Fight Island' hahaha. And MC is just like damn, I guess it wouldn't hurt having a little taste??? Just a small one? And it's just like yeah I'd probably figure out how to unlock that cage and tease his cock a bit... But also this is giving some pretty triggering content based on the fact clearly....Michael is against this, because he's glaring at MC like he could murder them on the spot. He was outnumbered, chained up, and now being sold as a possible sex slave. But oh take a look at his sprite!

Even his sprite is not having a great time lmao he is p i s s e d. Pretty much rabid and can go off any moment. But the reason I want his card is that in Secret Club.....I know he's going to react to our touches and he makes that delicous pleasure face like he can't help it and mmmm this is fueling angel headcanons all over the fucking place for me. I swear I gotta make a self indulgent fic about how angels react to being touched after their cage is removed.

And this is so fucking cute of Mammon....MC is just standing on stage ready to doing their thing and Mammon is waving at them like "Hi sweetie, you're doing great <3 Luv youuuu"

This is why I love him. But anyways the prolouge ends with MC unbuttoning Mike's shirt and I'm just sitting here like UGHHHHHHHHH at this point I'd pay for each story that comes out as a whole just so I can skip this whole you have to unlock it in the unholy board stuff....because honestly if PB told us "hey if you'd like to buy Michael's L-card story, pass us like $30 or $5 per chapter" I'd find a way to pay for that. I just want the stories at this point, this grinding stuff is wearing me out lol

I DIGRESS though. From the prologue alone it looks like this story is going to get s p i c y and if I'm right??? MC is probs gonna make him cum in front of the audience, so it's exhibitionism, humiliation, and degradation (really for all of the angels cards it seems because they're in a public place)

So it looks like I'm done reacting to this <3 Later today I'll try to get Raphael's done. Thankuuu for sitting with me

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#whb #what in hell is bad #whb mammon #whb michael #whb tartaros bois 💛 #whb event #whb spoilers #screencaps #game playthrus🖤 #ah yes love me a bratty angel #daddy mammon at it again tho

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

'Who am I to Complain?'

As part of my own contribution to this year's first day of Spring 2024, aka the in universe birthday of one Richard John Grayson-Wayne, the First Robin and the crime fighter known as Nightwing, I would like this opportunity finally....FINALLY...posting up for you all a fic that's been in my drafts for pretty much the better part of any entire year. Originally meant on being released last Christmas, various forms of delay, writer's block and other general distractions have prevented me from finally finishing such a project. Well finally after such anticipation at least on my end, I have managed creating a final form for this story I think can satisfy.

For very quick context, this story is a component of my long running idea proposing and lore building of my own version of the DC Comics Universe. In particular, it takes within the long storyline both @thattimdrakeguy and I have crafted for the better part of two years, the first part being involved within the hypothetical Nightwing solo book, 'Clipped Wings' and its follow up crossover with Detective Comics proper, "Blue Hawk Down'. For more information regarding the general summaries of events, check out the links here and here.

I shall like to dedicate this story to my mutuals and friends @adalineozie @meara-eldestofthemall @nightglider124 @faesystem @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @mothnem @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @sbd-laytall @theredheaded-stuff @celaenaeiln @starlightbelle @shootingstarssel @avaraydrake @pin-crusher2000 @sillymanwithocs @batboyblog @bluegarners @tarisilmarwen @orange-s-mario @altinyns-multimedia-museblog @katmaatui and so many others

Constructive Criticisms are Generally Welcome; Replies and Especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The Following May Contain Graphic Scenes of Violence, References to Sexual Assault and other themes not suitable for a Young Audience. Viewer Discretion is Heavily Advised

As per usual, All Rights and Copyrights to Characters and Concepts seen in this work are owned by DC Comics, Inc, a subsidiary of DC Entertaiment and Warner Bros. Discovery

With all that....Happy Birthday Dick Grayson....Here's my gift of Grade A angst for you

Sigh. Cough Cough

Look at yourself. Just Honest to God, Dick, just look at yourself.

Take a good look at those cuts, that blood all over your ugly as hell face, that blood pouring out of your stupid, big fat hole you call a mouth. You wanna know who’s Goddamn fault it was for all this? You wanna know who's responsible for you being more pathetic and a freak than you already are? Cough Cough

You.

Don’t try to deny it. Why should you? 

After all, you allowed this to happen to you, right? Not just with what happened tonight but over these last few weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Losing your home and failing to find out how despite insisting you paid for it. What will Kory Cough say now when she comes back and sees that home you wanted to allow her into isn’t even yours anymore? What kind of fiance are you to allow that? 

  Why stop there? Here you are, without any place to call a house, your face gushing and oozing red as it had been lately, broke, nobody likes you, not a single damn soul cares about you. You wanna know who’s fault it is? Yours. In fact, as you right now are flinging that bottle of peroxide into your ugly face and stinging from it as you deserve, how about we explore what even happened tonight that led to this, shall we? 

  I think I should…Cough

 Three Hours Earlier….

 BAM 

“Ack!” 

“Tell Us Goddamnit, You Blue Wearing Cunt!!” 

As if I would. How do I tell these bastards where the hell Bruce is if I wasn’t even able to speak to him for weeks by now? 

I know what you’re thinking, ‘but are you his…’

Stop right there right now. If you’re gonna pull that whole ‘you’re his son’  bullshit on me, for one thing, at the very most I was adopted, I ain’t his real kid. I never deserved being his real kid at all given who we are. Another thing too; if he were to come to my help, he would’ve done so about…God knows how many times by now lately. I would handle it anyways, what kind of person needs any sort of father or even friends when it was their own damn fault they wound up taking two  bullets to the hamstrings? 

Why yes, that’s what I’m going through and yes it was my Goddamn fault being this utterly stupid and an utter embarrassment with my training for getting caught by those sickos like I was. Now you are thinking, everyone has an off day and…

BAM BAM BAM BAM 

Crap! Two on the calves and two more on my hamstrings, I can tell. 

“Motherfucker….” Damn it all they weren’t supposed to hear that. Great, now they laugh at it. 

The hell’s wrong with me? There’s no time to let them know what’s going with my nerves acting up. 

“You know, guys” (Cough) Keep it in, Grayson! You got something to say these assholes need to hear Damnit! “ You’re getting absolutely nowhere right now. If I knew where Batman was, I still wouldn’t tell you. So what the hell makes you think I do then after an hour and…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Birdfreak!” 

BAM

A kick right to my face? Yeah, another in my long line of failures and that one was justified; I should’ve seen that one coming. Hey, compared to the bullet holes though, it’s nothing really. Besides why even be hurt by that when I have this lowlife staring directly at my ugly mug of a face right now? 

“You know him, more than us here! You have to know where he went! We got a sweet little gig here and I ain’t rushing to see that pointy eared son of a dick trying to ruin it! ‘Sides, you’re in our hands now, so you see; once we’re all done here one way or another, we can get that dough from the cops since they’re looking for you more than us! Now you tell us if he knows about this place and if he’s coming, will ya?! We ain’t got all night and I’m missing my game!” 

Sweet little gig? As in the child trafficking operation they got here right now? Some of those children right behind me behind a cage like animals, forced to see me pinned on my torso and face, taking crap in many ways from them? They call that ‘sweet’ in mine and their faces?! 

“You calling that a game? Selling kids to sexual slavery? I really hate to see what’ll be your idea for a movie if that’s what you.re saying” That quip, I couldn’t help, it was damn true and these creeps needed to hear that. It was about as much a fact as Bruce hates me right now and rightfully so. 

Yet all they do is laugh even harder than before. They’re really….really starting to get on my nerves. 

Their ringleader grins ever so much in my face. His disgusting and unbearable cigarette smoke billows in my face. “So what?”  

So what? So what?? Is that really your best retort to me? It’s unbelievable, just what kind of devils and evils dwell in this city. But it’s evil I hunt for every single night. No one around me sees what I have to or does what I do around these parts. Not Bruce, not Tim, not Kory, no Donna….no one. On that note,  no one should have to. Maybe it’s my failure to stop evil like this and everything I do, everything so wrong and never good enough, that’s why I’m certain Bruce decided just to cut me off. 

No job, no place I can call a house or a home to stay in, no money, no spare clothes, no answering my calls, nothing. It’s been about three months of this so far, a three month test to see if I break if I had nothing, only for the big bad bat wanting me to literally cry my way back home to him. You know what? Screw you too, Bruce. Or whoever was doing all this. I know that, even for you Bruce, ins outs of everything, even you normally won’t stoop this low. It’s not just nothing I’ve been trying to figure out suggests otherwise. Maybe it’s just this….paranoia….no I can’t be paranoid. What’s happening is real and I need to deal with it and…

“Hey Cockscuker, you listening to me??” 

Oh right, this asshole. 

Looking at him, I can’t help myself but make my eyes go towards his own. What does he think would work now to make me talk? 

In his hands was some sort of object. It looks bladed, I can tell based on the glistening of the steel coming from the moonlight coming in through the window. Once he gets a bit closer, I see it now….oh of course….a damn pizza cutter. Oh and just my luck too, in his other hand is a goddamn cheese grater. I guess either this warehouse is for kitchen  tools or just my karma telling me how much I fucking suck and rightfully so again. Maybe the latter. 

The asshole only grins at me. “Okay then, maybe some…slices can get ya to talk. What do you say?” 

I take a deep breath and brace my teeth within my mouth. No use crying out, screaming or any of that weakness than I already showed earlier . This frankly I deserve, and come on. 

I’ve taken a few swings from a baseball bat from Two Face, got injected with Slade’s nanoscopic probes that were shredding my cells inside and out, got blasted by an alternate Luthor, forcibly swallowed a heart paralyzing pill by Slade and the actual Luthor (that bald cunt)….and now just a circular blade and a metal sheet with blades on it on my forehead and face?

Seems fitting enough to take; whatever I’ve done and didn’t do in my vow to protect the innocent and never strive off the path of justice, being a terrible friend, never good enough for Batman as I had always been, letting the only two people that actually had any right to care for me fall to the sandy and hard floor, shattering almost every bone in their bodies when I had only one job to do which was catch them….yeah this is appropriate. This is exactly what I deserve after all of that. Losing my home, my job, and my means to do basically anything for myself, I deserve that.

Who am I to complain, really? 

  Back at the Present Day….

   Sssszzzz….

“Ah Fuck!” 

Peroxide…it never fails to emit any sort of sting on any sort of cut, don’t it, Dick? 

Oh but you gonna start cussing and feeling it now? What the hell’s wrong with you? You can’t handle just a tiny sting of this shit without any yells? 

Suck it up, will ya? You’re acting like a spoiled brat. 

Who are you to complain about really?

Oh and by the way, there goes the last of our Peroxide, just circling down this old bathroom sink drain into God knows sewer pipes along with the blood it splashed off. You're gonna have to fetch some more, Dick. It’s not like Bruce is gonna get us anymore. 

Fuck Him. 

We’ve been putting up with his shit every since we lost are damn place to stay in, then our jobs all over this city, villain after villain breaking out, us being blamed for the Mayor, his wife and girl getting ripped to shreds and blood all over one day with one of your Wingdings, making you hunted down from pretty much everyone (for what only $1.5 Billion Alive? Oh c’mon that's too generous of a bounty for you. I’d put myself at about only 25 cents given your piss poor track record); You know for sure Bruce did all this, all behind the scenes, pulling every string he can to get us like this. 

 And why? Letting him know that you can take care of ourselves that one time and him being this offended by it? Well, fuck it, You’ve been showing him alright! Things are shittybut maybe that’s just how he likes it for you. Nothing gonna change that anytime soon; might as well make it the best for you, because it’s all you can do by now. 

  So now, no shoes, no fucking good socks at all, only one pair of torn sweats, that black tee, suit and toothbrush in your bag, here in this damn blizzard….every breathe getting…heavier….kinda….getting hard to stay awa…Cough Cough Cough

  Hey! Cut it out, Dickface! Cough Keep going at least somewhere! Anywhere out of this snow…so much of it….Wait, that spot there, in this alley. That’ll work for now. 

You hear that, laying on this backpack now….yeah this’ll work….at least not being out in that wind, though…..so much snow….it’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere these last few days. Fitting really, since well you do hear that right?

  C’mon pick it up, Dick, your ears can’t be that piss poor 

Cough

  “May I, as your new Mayor, wish us all in this dear Bludhaven…..”

   Yeah, there it is…..old Mafia boss now politician giving his speech for what today is. 

    “A Good…Merry ... .Christmas…!” 

   Okay, you get the idea. At least that’s one thing you got right….

   Getting sleepy now….

…...pretty cold…..tomorrow might be better….

But at least that’s one thing, Dick….

…this damn city….all of its people….they got a good Christmas….

Gotta close your eyes now…..

Wait….that the Redbird….isn't that….can’t be Timmy…..

Cough Cough

 Heh…looks like he tripped…Not real though….can’t be…..Bruce doesn’t care….you don’t need him…..but yeah….need rest…..you gave them a good Christmas 

Who…am….I….to….Cough…..Complain?

#dick grayson #my posts #first day of spring #fanfic #content warning #cw violence #cw self loathing #cw gore #cw blood #cw self deprecation #cw child abuse #sfw #viewer discretion is advised #cw language

[goggles-mcgee]

What killed the show for you?

A lot, actually. But it wasn't all at once. It was like slowly creeping in, and then the rest hit me in the face with a loud, resounding BAM.

It started off with noticing how Marinette was being treated. Like I said before, she was being punished for basically everything she did. She could sneeze at the wrong moment and the show would 'punish' her for that behavior and basically show everyone that by sneezing she ruined the ambiance of whatever was going on.

She had to apologize for things that weren't her fault but it was painted out like she was.

Made her crush/love for Adrien seem super creepy as opposed to his love for Ladybug.

Marinette has basically only been allowed temporary happiness. She had to see a future when the world ended all because she wanted to do something for Adrien and 'abused' her power as Ladybug... if that were an actual rule you would think that Gabriel would have been slapped in the face down into a grave with how he used his Miraculous.

From there is got worse, then other characters started to get terrible writing when Lila arrived. She was an interesting antagonist, but like they hammed her up so much. She would be on screen and the writing for the surrounding characters got worse. It was odd and it didn't make watching enjoyable anymore. It was frustrating! Like you mean to tell me no one else caught on to her ridiculous lies besides Marinette and Marinette only knows because of her creepy crush making her stalk Adrien? Wack.

And like the whole class fell for it? Nah, there would be some who don't, and the fact they decided no, everyone will believe her except Marinette is lazy and ridiculous. Maybe if her lies were more believable I'd tolerate it but from that point on the show just frustrated me.

There was nothing to look forward to despite me desperately clutching at the show and begging it to catch my attention and affection once more.

There's also the fact that the show has like no to little continuity. Even shows meant for younger audiences have SOME. And I know because my nephew watches so many shows, he is currently 5, so I think you can guess the kind of shows he watches. Even they have some levels of continuity and it make sense!

ML doesn't have that or didn't before I stopped watching.

They have a romance they are desperately trying to sell as true love.

They have a villain they tried to get you to see has doing the wrong thing for the right reasons.

A villain they also tried to sell loved his son but it couldn't be more obvious that he doesn't.

They have the notion of friendship concurs all, but it's not really sticking, much like undercooked pasta to a wall.

And other reasons.

But hey, these are my reasons, and I am in no way saying other fans should stop watching. If they can still find things about the show enjoyable, then I'm happy for them! I hope they have a great time following the show as it continues.

It's just not for me anymore.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #miraculous ladybug salt #goggles ask #goggles answer

[claudemblems]

Getting Mistaken for a Couple Pt. 2 | Headcanons

bim bam bop here's a part 2 for you all <333

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Childe

Ngl, the mistake kinda fuels his ego.

"Oh, did you get that impression by the way [Name] stares at me? I can't blame her, though. It's not often you find a Fatui Harbinger who's this handsome and capable."

All joking aside, he makes sure to clear the air and let the commenter know that you're just friends. Friends with a Harbinger. Should they ever try to threaten you, they'll have to go through him first :)

The threat is enough to make the person apologize and scurry away in fear. You chastise Childe for being too forward, but he says he just wants to make sure no one tries to hurt you. Who knows? They could be an enemy in disguise.

You do appreciate the thought at least, and you make sure to thank him for having your back. Being friends with a Harbinger does have its perks.

But you're not in this friendship so you have protection from the Fatui. You're friends with Childe because you like him for who he is. Though intimidating at times, he's charming, funny, and most important of all, fiercely loyal.

Pink dusts his cheeks when he recognizes the sincerity of your words. Maybe he's been around too many people who are scared of him or are just being friendly in order to rise up the ranks. So hearing someone genuinely say that they enjoy being close to him? It's a nice feeling.

It makes him think more about the relationship the two of you have, and how you might be the only person that can truly understand him. He already likes being your closest confidant, but if you were something more...well, he'd be the happiest man in all of Teyvat!

He needs time to figure out how to confess to you, or rather, he needs time to bolster up the courage. He's fought many battles, practically made a nation fall to its knees, but in all of these scenarios, he knew he'd come out victorious. Now he finds himself unsure. He can only hope that you'll accept his feelings. He'd love for you to become a part of his family.

His brothers and sisters have welcomed you in already. In fact, they've been prodding him for ages to finally make a move. Maybe it's about time he takes his siblings' advice...

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Diluc

Diluc promptly corrects the commenter on their mistake. He doesn't want to ignore it and have the whole of Mondstadt thinking he's in a relationship (word about the nation's most eligible bachelor spreads fast).

"[Name] and I are not a couple. She's simply a close friend of mine. We just often go on walks together to catch up when we've been too busy to meet."

Diluc makes sure to remain a gentleman as he clears up the misunderstanding, though. You might not be his lover, but he doesn't mind the mistake at all. It's flattering, in a way. But he personally doesn't think he's good enough for someone as wonderful as you.

"I apologize for getting you into this situation. Rumors about my relationship status are common occurrences. It's almost as if the whole of Mondstadt is eagerly awaiting for me to find someone...for some reason."

Don't even try to tell him that you wouldn't be good enough to be his lover anyways. He will list all the reasons about why you're the greatest person he's ever met, and if anyone deserves to be happy, it's you.

"If you have the time, I'd like to make it up to you. Would you allow me to treat you to dinner at the Winery? Ask for whatever you want. As I've told you before, if it is in my power, I will give it to you."

Please let him treat you, give you gifts, just let him do anything for you. Seeing that smile on your face always manages to make him smile, too. Your happiness is contagious. He'd say it's even more addicting than a good wine.

Anddd this is when he realizes that maybe his affections for you might go deeper than just a simple friendship.

"Please, allow me to escort you over to the Winery. I'll walk in front to take care of any monsters that might come our way." (But in actuality, he's only taking the lead in order to hide his reddened face).

He can handle formidable mitachurls and the Abyss order, but when it comes to matters involving you, it's going to take some time until he can finally reveal his feelings to you, though hopefully not while he's a flustered mess.

#claudemblems writes #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #childe #childe x reader #genshin impact headcanons

[emeritus-fuckers]

Listening "Depth of Satan's Eyes" and, given it is on his album, all I keep thinking about is Secundo with a hypnosis kink. He can always control the body, why not control the mind?

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut)

It's all agreed before hand, he makes sure he has your consent and knows what your boundaries are.

He'll first of all explain roughly what the process is and what to expect. Being in a hypnotic trance state should feel good and relaxing.

He will programe in a trigger (need to look up the word as forgotten it haha) so he can put you under quicker but it only works for him on you.

He loves seeing how you respond to his words, the journey he takes you on.

He is careful to think it through, sometimes it takes him days to write the script.

Then you lie down naked on his bed or sofa and he'll ask "do you trust me?" His tone is firm, demanding an answer. You nod nervous but so excited.

"Good, now you must submit to me completely, to my voice to my commands. The more you do the better it will feel, give in to the pleasure, let go" He lets his words blend together his voice so relaxing and pulling you in.

A warmth spreads over you as all the tension leaves you.

Then you are falling through the darkness, safe, warm, comforting, darkness his voice guiding you ever down as he tells you to relax even more. To fall.

Then he'll tell you to imagine you are walking down some stairs, accross a garden to a door. You open it and the room is your safe place. Imagine whatever you want for that room as long as you are comfortable there. From there you will be guided on whatever fantisy he has chosen.

With your consent he also starts to programme you so you can cum on command. That really is his favourite, even if it doesn’t make you cum, he can see you squeeze your legs together and try and hide you blush.

He just adores the sight of you there, utterly vulnerable to him, coming undone just to his words.

You do sometimes cum just from his words in the guided fantasys, other days he'll let you use your hand on yourself. He can't get over the sight of you, naked in front of him, little sweet moans escaping you as he controls your mind, it's completely addicting to him.

If you really enjoy it and if you want to allow him to take it further he will put you in a trance without prior warning and have his way with you. But that is only with very clear permission from you. Only if you are comofrtable with it and after you are happy and familiar with hypnosis.

He would never ever use it to his advantage, you are safe with him.

Yandere

TW: dub-con

The thing with yandere Secondo is that unlike his normal version, he absolutely uses it to his advantage.

He doesn't need your consent.

Your relationship is more of a game to him. And you're the prize.

He gives you the illusion of consent, though.

He makes you think you want it. Makes you think you've got full control in the relationship.

But you don't. You never did and you never will. You just don't know it.

He lures you in easily.

He's charismatic. He knows how to lure people in with little to no effort.

The first time he mentions it is rather passive, just a little comment.

But he knows it would get your interest. That the seed has been planted in you innocent, curious mind.

You end up asking him to do it. You want to know what it's like.

And oh sweetheart, who is he to tell you no?

He loves you so much, he lives to please you.

And so he does it. He makes you let go.

It honestly borders on brainwashing.

While normally a hypnotized person won't do anything they don't want to, he somehow finds loopholes in it and uses your state to let him do absolutely anything to you.

You're never gonna be fully snapped out. All it takes is a word or a snap of his fingers and bam, you're in trance again.

And this way, no matter what happens, he can always easily get you back in his bed, your precious body trembling under his touch.

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Regular written by Nyx. Yandere written by Jez.

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[kawaiianimekitten]

Obey me x reader

He scares you/ accidentally-ish makes you fear him

Lucifer pt. 2

Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst?, not proofread, cussing, mention of drinking and drunk character

Part 1 here

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(first person - MC/reader)

It's been a few weeks since my interaction with Lucifer. I've been avoiding him with the plague. I don't want to face him, and his pride would never allow him to approach me first.

Maybe I should approach him first. What if we never talk again? What am I going to do? Being here will be so awkward. How am I supposed to avoid him for a lot longer? What-

"Hey. Stop overthinking." Mammon interrupts my thoughts. "I can see it on yer face. It ain't yer fault. It's my bastard of a brother's fault. So tell yer brain to shuddup."

I nod, feeling a little embarrassed that the brothers tend to be good at telling what I'm thinking.

I lean closer to Mammon. Currently Mammon, Belphie and I are the only ones here, so we're all in my room, watching a show. I'm leaning on Mammon while Belphie is laying on my lap.

"Mmm, Lucifer sucks, don't let him get to you." Belphie grumbles, barely awake. He cuddles closer to you. "If you want, I could be an extra big pain to him for you?"

"No, it's ok Belphie." You reply, running your hands through his hair. He hums before falling back asleep.

We've watched a whole season now and I'm starting to doze off. I'm almost asleep. It's just so comforta-

Bam

I shoot up, immediately awake. Which makes Belphie grumble. I gently move him off my lap and me and Mammon go to check out the noise. I peek my head out the door and stare dumbfounded.

"M-Mc-" Lucifer slurs, obviously drunk. "I-I needa say sommm..." He mumbles off. Seems he had just taken a big fall, causing the sound that woke me.

Mammon glares at him, standing in front of me protectivly. "The Fuck ya want with MC?"

Now it's Lucifer's turn to glare at Mammon. "Watch your *hic* language."

The tension is so thick. I step in between them, breaking their glares. "Well, since it seems no one's hurt and there's no emergency, I guess we can go back now, Mams."

"Wait!" Lucifer grabs my arm, turning me around. He's pouting. Meaning he's hella drunk. "Wanna Wanna *hic* wanna talk..."

I sigh, knowing he won't be able to get back to his room without help and knowing he won't leave without talking to me. "Mams, could you and Belphie get everything ready for us to sleep while I take Mr Drunk Off His Ass here to his room and get him all situated?"

He looks very against it but agrees, also knowing Lucifer won't leave without speaking to me and can't get to his room.

I wrap one of Lucifer's arms around me and wrap my arm around his waist. "C'mon, I'll take you to your room." I say as I start walking.

The walk there is silent, except for some hickups and slurred mumbling from Lucifer.

I set him on his bed and go to grab a trashcan, but get stopped by a hand holding my wrist once again.

"What is it Luc- ah!" I get pulled to Lucifer, probably with more force than he intended. He easily catches me, even in his drunken state, and sits me on his lap with his arms around my torso.

"M-MC, I *hic* needa tell you..." He looks everywhere but you. "I..."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I shouldn't have done that to you... I know you were only trying to *hic* trying to help like now..."

"Yup." I agree coldly, still upset about what he did. "Now, could you let me go so I can grab you water, a light snack and a trashcan?"

He looks uncharacteristically like a kicked puppy, but let's me go. I feel a little bad, but I have to get him situated before listening to his drunk ass.

After making him sip some water, eat some food, splash a bit of water on his face, grabbing him a trashcan and some meds, I think I got everything he needs for now. He's definitely not sober, but also definitely not as drunk as he was before.

"MC... Please..." He speaks so quietly I almost don't hear him.

"hm?" He gently grabs my hand and motions for me to sit down.

After sitting next to him he turns to me, taking another deep breath.

"I .. I'm... Fuck MC..." He seems to think for a moment before just blurting out. "I'm sorry!"

I blink, surprised. He doesn't usually say sorry and when he does, he doesn't say it as sincerely as he just did.

"Look... I know my actions were inexcusable, so I won't try to make excuses... I just hope you'll forgive me... I can't stand not having you here with me every day. I hate you avoiding me, and I've missed your gorgeous/handsome voice so much. I just beg of you to not avoid me anymore... And I hope to earn enough of your forgiveness for us to go back to normal, of as close to normal as possible." He gives my hands a gentle squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

I just sit there processing what he said for a few moments. Once everything goes through, though, I immediately hug him tightly, which he quickly, yet hesitantly returns.

"I don't think I can forgive you much at the moment... But I do appreciate your apology... And I'm willing to give you another chance." I feel him exhale before feeling tears drop on my head.

Alarmed, I try to look up at him, but he holds my head close to him. "Thank you... I'll do my best to earn your trust and forgiveness."

It's been a month since that interaction, and I've fully forgiven him. I do sometimes still flinch, but besides that, I'm back to normal. Something that hasn't gone back to normal and that I hope never goes back to normal, is the time, attention and affection I get from Lucifer.

Since that night, he's kept his word and then some. He has really done his best to earn my trust and forgiveness. He's also been making sure to make more time for me, even with his busy work. He's also been more affectionate. Sometimes when we're alone in his room, he'll take his gloves off and hold my hand with one and relaxingly run his fingers across any showing skin. It feels really nice.

"Sweetie, I have something for you." I turn to see my demon dressed casually while holding flowers and chocolate.

"Thanks Luci." I smile and take the gifts.

"I was hoping maybe you'd like to watch a movie in my room later? You can pick the movie and I'll have your favorite snacks, the fluffy blanket and the stuffed animal you like." He's smiling softly while listing off the perfect movie date night.

"hmm... Let me think..." I say to tease him for a moment before I softly kiss him on the lips. "Of course. I'd love to."

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I hope you all enjoyed reading this ❤️

@zarakem

@snoww-drop

#anime #x reader #lucifer x mc #x mc #omswd lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #obey me #hurt/comfort #part 2 #obey me x reader #obey me boys

[meenawrites]

Humanized Spider: Pt 3

So I've made my peace that I'm not getting work done until I get this all out of my system. 

SO

Ronal's leading Spider's physical therapy, he goes on patrol walks with Tonowari through the village. 

The Metkayina seeing both their leaders doting on this kid just kind of accept it, like they trust them and their judgment and I mean the kid's smile is infectious, people kind of wait for him to smile and are like awwwww (because I said so, he should be loved damnit)

Neytiri still isn't allowed anywhere near him or even within his line of sight. She's definitely calmed down since her altercation with Ronal and has been using this time to reflect on herself, especially with Neteyam's clear protectiveness of the boy and Kiri honestly not really talking to her. Hearing what he's been through and what state he was in really put things in perspective for her and she spends a lot of time communing with Eywa in the cove of ancestors and just thinking over her past with Spider. I'd like to think she realizes how her trauma has allowed her to mistreat a child, but yeah. 

Jake doesn't have as many prohibitions on him of seeing the boy, but he avoids him a lot tbh. Guilt is eating away at him and he can't bear to look at Spider, nor his kids tbh cause they're all so angry with both parents, except Tuk (cause she doesn't really get it).

Aonung also starts kind of taking Spider around with him (I haven't forgotten about him). He was pretty reluctant at first about the human but when his mom of all people went all mama bear over him he was like, well there's no reason for me to be reticent then. His big bro senses are tingling every time he sees Spider now and he's just like must protect, he's so SMOL.

Kiri and Spider spend a lot of alone time together, which doesn't go unnoticed by Ronal and Tonowari (and Neteyam, he knows what's up). They're always holding each other in some way or Spider just kind of shoves his head into her shoulder when he wants attention. She takes him out to the reef and shows him everything she's wanted to show him since the moment she got here. Sometimes they just do activities in silence, basking in the other's presence, other times they'll just talk back and forth nonstop for hours. Kiri makes sure to kiss his growing hair every night and run her fingers through it or pulling at his curls and watching them bounce back up so he knows she loves them. 

Eventually, Kiri does confess to him. I'd like to imagine it's during a night where she's snatched Spider away from Neteyam's protective grasp and takes him out on her ikran for a night flight. Spider's has always loved Pandora's night sky and the stars so she gives it to him. He leans back into her and reaches his hands into the sky as if he could touch them and he looks more carefree than she's seen him since he came back. They land atop one of the few trees near Awa'atlu and settle back against its branches. She tells him she wants to talk to him about something and the seriousness of her expression sobers him up quickly. She says it kind of haltingly, and talks in a bit of a circle before she gets frustrated with herself and just kind of yells, "I LOVE YOU!" then immediately slaps her hands to her mouth, peering at him through her lashes. Spider is just completely slack-jawed and speechless. Like he legit can't believe this is real and actually slaps himself across the face, which serves only to jostle his mask painfully and Kiri hurries to grab his face like what the hell are you doing. And then Spider just starts laughing, his hands coming to cover her own. He can't stop laughing but he's also crying (happy tears yall) and knocks his masked forehead against her own and it comes out of him like an animal that's finally been released from its cage, "I love you, Kiri, so much, since I met you" and BAM adorable beans. I'm trying really hard not to slip into writing a fic rn so moving on. 

Spider's pretty much fully recovered by this point and Ronal and Tonowari finally take him aside and seriously ask him if they can adopt him. Well, Ronal kind of just declares they're adopting him and Tonowari has to correct her and is like, "only if you would permit it. We'd like to officially take you in as family." At this point Spider's cried more than he thinks he has in his entire life during his time with the Metkayina clan but he's still surprised when he tears up again and is just like, "are you serious? Really? Like adopt me like you're my parents?" He obviously can't believe it. And Tonowari's like, "yes, we'd like to be your spirit parents." Spider looks to Ronal for confirmation and wildly wonders if this is some sick joke but she looks just about as serious as he's ever seen her. And he just full on cries. Ronal can't hold back anymore and just pulls him to her side and lets him cry while Tonowari lays a hand on the back of his neck. 

But before officially being adopted, Spider thinks it's time to get some closure with the Sully's. So he has Neteyam ask Neytiri and Jake if they'd be willing to meet with him. It's Neytiri who says yes first, surprising all of them. Neteyam is quick to give a lecture to his parents, the first ever and it feels good tbh, about how they've treated Spider, how Neteyam feels about it, and that he cannot stand by and watch as they mistreat him any longer. He's been obedient for a lot of things, but he's choosing to take a stand against this officially. Obviously all the kids side with him. Tuk doesn't really understand what's going on but she adds in her two cents of, "I love Spider I don't want to see him hurt, please don't hurt him."

They go to meet Spider who has Ronal and Tonowari at his back at their insistence. Ronal is fuming and is dying to say something but she respects her new son's wishes. Tonowari is also angry obviously but he's just happy the kid has agreed and he can try to make up for how he has been treated. Spider flinches when he sees Neytiri but he forces himself to stay sitting. Jake can barely look at him but Neytiri actually looks him head on, and for the first time, he doesn't see a trace of dislike in her gaze, just an eerie calm and an edge of softness that's never been directed at him before. 

Spider takes the lead first. He's spent a lot of time thinking about his past and his relationship with the Sully's (or lack thereof) and a lot of Kiri, Neteyam, Tonowari, Ronal, and even Lo'ak (in a clumsy but endearing way) constantly telling him that he had deserved to be treated better, that who his parents were and had done wasn't his fault, that he was worthy, that it was wrong of them to leave him with the RDA. He couldn't really accept it at first, even vehemently denied it saying he understood. And while his understanding of their actions being motivated by trauma and stuff remained the same, he'd finally come to accept that he had deserved better. And he says as much to the two of them. It's nerve-wracking as hell, but it feels amazing to say, to finally express to them how hurt he felt by Neytiri's dislike for him, how awful it had been to have Jake be kind to him but pull away when it began to feel like anything. I lowkey think Jake starts crying tbh while Neytiri just listens calmly and takes everything in.

When he's done, Neytiri speaks first and wholeheartedly apologizes to him, not averting her gaze or anything. She says that he's right, that her experiences clouded her judgment and hardened her heart against him unfairly. It had drawn a thick veil over her eyes and she'd never tried to see him for who he was and not his blood. She makes no excuses for the way she treated him and says she doesn't dare ask for his forgiveness because she doesn't deserve it. She ignored one of the Great Mother's most important teachings and that will weigh on her always. She doesn't apologize for cutting him on the ship because she did what she felt needed to be done to save her daughter. And frankly Spider agrees which has Ronal about to go off in protest, but Spider smiles at her and she backs down reluctantly. Neytiri apologizes for everything else though and swears to Eywa that she will never do or say anything to consciously hurt Spider again, which seriously shocks him. An oath to Eywa is a big deal after all. He almost chokes up because of it. And then actually does when she says, "I see you" and he can feel she really does. 

Jake frankly has no words but tries his best to blubber through an apology about keeping him at arms length, not making sure he as cared for better, for leaving him behind and never attempting to rescue him. I'm not super invested in his apology as I'm writing this rn so I'm gonna skip past it but yeah. 

Spider steals himself then because he's about to admit something big to them. He's already told his new parents and they've coached him on how best to broach the subject. So he tells them that he knows they don't want to hear about Quarritch but it goes hand in hand with their treatment of his and his overall lack of adult care in his life. He explains with some difficulty what was done to him by the RDA, that Quarritch pulled him out of the torture, gave him more care than he'd ever received before and had been the first adult to genuinely care for his life despite how messed up that was. And then he admits to having saved Quarritch, that he made that split second decision because he couldn't just sit and let the only person who'd ever really cared about him drown. Neytiri is shocked to her core. She wants to run and scream but she sees Spider now, truly, and made an oath to Eywa, so she can't help but face up to the fact that this development was her fault. In her fear of how Spider would turn out like his father, she'd inadvertently contributed to this decision. In not going back for him and just taking Kiri with her and leaving, she had created this situation. So she doesn't get mad, doesn't feel like she's allowed to and apologizes to him again, but makes sure he knows that if she ever sees Quarritch again, she will kill him with no hesitation. 

AND THAT'S THAT YALL! For now anyway, I'd accept any asks about this AU (would love to receive some) because I've had a lot of fun writing this even if it hurts me. Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal, recovers, finds his place in the village. Kiri and him go public and Kiri's ready to beat up anyone who says anything about it. Lo'ak is shook and Neteyam's just like FINALLY. Spider and Neteyam are closer than they've ever been. Obviously shit's gonna happen since the RDA is gone but Spider finally feels like he's rooted somewhere, like he's okay and doesn't only have to rely on himself to take care of himself. He's got a family now who fusses over him obsessively. He's about to become a big brother. The love of his life LOVES HIM BACK! And he starts wearing his hair mostly curly and finds his own sense of identity, no longer trying to copy Jake or try so hard to fit in. 

I'd like to say he's eventually blessed by Eywa and can breathe their air BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT! But yeah that's enough for now. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

PS Ronal and Tonowari begin making him a new songcord.

#Spider Socorro #Meena's Humanized Spider AU #Spider Avatar #Neteyam #Spiri #Kiri #Spider x Kiri #Lo'ak #Ronal #Tonowari #Avatar 2 #Avatar the way of water #Neytiri #Jake Sully #Sully family #Tuktirey #Tuk #Spider deserves love #And he GETS it #Curly haired Spider is the best

[earlgreytea68]

A Note on Olivia's Speech -- Kinda

OMG this is so much babbling but I wrote it all down in case it might be interesting to anyone else who feels vast amounts of guilt over writing about guys all the time??????

When I was a younger writer, I used to write a lot of het. That's what I wrote all through my teenage years and into my early twenties, just tons of traditional male/female romance novels, which honestly was mostly what I read through those years, too (aside from the classics that I was forced to read for my degree in English, which was exactly why I majored in English lol). Even when I started writing fanfiction, which wasn't until my mid-twenties, I wrote het.

But then at one point I started writing m/m love stories, and I never stopped. And I worry a lot about that, like, is this betraying internalized misogyny on my part? Why am I writing about men (and often white men), who get so many of the stories anyway? I should write more about my actual gender identity, which is cisgender woman. But every time I did, it felt so weird and stilted to me. And my motto is that unless I'm writing for money I write makes me happy, so I kept writing m/m fic.

Once, years ago, I went to a presentation at an academic conference where they discussed the phenomenon of cisgender women writing m/m fic. I know this often gets characterized as just some kind of sexual kink, and I just don't think that's what's going on with me, and that presentation noted that cisgender men are the default, so to speak, in our society. And so characters with a cisgender male gender identity are allowed to be blank slates that can be absolutely anything you want. Whereas as soon as you make a character a cisgender female, suddenly there are all these societal pressures on that character. And that did resonate with me, that try as I might I couldn't just change the pronouns of the cisgender men I was writing and ta-da! They were cisgender women! Because there's just so much other baggage that comes with being a cisgender woman that they were freed from if they were cisgender men -- even if I resented that that was the case!

But I've been doing a lot of reading this past year, and not of romance novels, of quote-unquote "serious" novels (an adjective I strenuously do not agree with, as a writer of romance lol). I read Elif Batuman's books (both hilarious but both kind of fell apart about halfway through), I read Checkout 19 (which I pretty much hated), I read Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (weird book), I read The Farewell Tour (which surprised me and I liked much more than I'd thought I would). Every one of these books had a cisgender female protagonist (or co-protagonist), and every one of these books had a major plot point where that protagonist has a terrible, unhealthy relationship with an obnoxious cisgender guy. Every. Single. Book. And sometimes it was more than one unhealthy relationship, and sometimes it was more than one female character within the book. Like, you're going along reading about these delightful and interesting adventures these fabulous women are having, then -- bam! they run up against some guy not nearly as interesting as they are and not deserving of their time and then they waste a bunch of their life (and the book) all hung up on him. And I was just like: It's the year 2023, and this is STILL what the female narrative looks like? This???? We can't tell other stories about women that don't revolve around what men do to them???

It's not that these books aren't critiquing that part of society (which I understand is still omnipresent all around us). All of the books are very conscious that the relationships are unhealthy and diminishing the woman (except maaaaybe the relationship in T&T&T, but that book also is really mean to its arguably asexual MC and basically implies that he'll never be of importance in his BFF's life because he doesn't want to have sex with her, so the book had other issues, tbh). Not a single one of those books actually, you know, has any apparent repercussions for the guy in question, who just seems to go on and live their life pretty carefree and the woman whose life they stomped all over is barely a second thought, to us the outside observer. And I'm sure that's also very true to how society works. But, all the same, it was striking to me that, even if critical, THIS WAS STILL EVERY WOMAN'S NARRATIVE. EVERY WOMAN'S NARRATIVE WAS ABOUT SELLING HERSELF SHORT FOR SOME GUY. Can we not imagine better for ourselves????

And so, Idk, I do try to put people of other genders in my m/m fics but when it comes to a character like Olivia, and thinking of what her happy ending looked like, I just could not make myself put her with a guy. And you might say: she could have gone with a woman! And yes! She could have! But I think I am craving female narratives that aren't about romantic and sexual love. Because every narrative I read about a woman is alllll about romantic and sexual love. The woman belittles herself to squeeze herself into the box of romantic and sexual love, cutting off all of the interesting parts of herself because she's been told THAT is the end-all-be-all. But I am a believer in all kinds of love, and how all of those kinds of love can give you a good and well-rounded life, and it's silly to pretend that there's only one type of love and that we should pursue it at all costs to our selves.

And then I think, well, gee, that's hypocritical of me, given that ALL I DO IS WRITE STORIES ABOUT ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL LOVE. But then it occurred to me that in writing them about two cisgender men, it does feel more like a narrative that needs to be told. Men get so many stories...but they don't often get THESE stories. They don't often get the love story. They don't often pursue their romantic love as if it will fulfill their destiny...because society tells men that their destiny has other shapes and sizes beyond who they sleep with. Maybe, I think, the world needs more narratives about guys who just love, unabashedly and deeply and fulfillingly, and THAT'S the narrative. That's the whole story. Just that. The way it so often is for women.

When I think about Olivia, and even as I sit and struggle my way with Megan in the Regency AU sequel, it's like...I want more for them than that. Like, for so long I grew up with exactly the expectation that Olivia talks about, that I needed to find a husband and that was the most important thing about me. And I watch the younger women I know still get that message. I've got a great career, went to good schools, do interesting stuff, and still a shocking number of people want to know why I'm single. What about everything else I can be????? I have great friends and a great family and I honestly like my life. Who can ask for more than that? Like, isn't the most amazing thing that could happen to Megan, especially in the Regency era, is just that she lives the life she wants??? And maybe that means she gets married and maybe it doesn't but it's cool either way and she has the freedom to choose it!

I don't mean to imply that I don't have internalized misogyny, because who knows lol. I also don't mean to imply that women shouldn't get married!!!! I have many cisgender female friends in very happy and healthy heterosexual relationships!!! It's awesome for them and it works for them and it's cool and I love them and the lives they have built for themselves. Lives come in all shapes and sizes, and that's great. But I finished yet another book with yet another female protagonist in yet another unhealthy relationship for the fifth time this year or whatever and I was just like, No wonder I gave Olivia that speech. No wonder I'm looking for another narrative.

#long post #honestly who knows what this is #it feels a mess

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Red Snow (KakuIza oneshot)

Wow, I can't believe I finally finished this!

This was actually sitting on my drafts for half a year. The idea came at me when I started wondering what if some characters start to slowly remember other timelines? And bam, KakuIza appeared to me. Tragic as always, but asking with puppy eyes if I could give them happiness (or show it, since technically the canon already did this). I had it all wrote except the last scene because apparently the angst comes easily at me (no surprises here, oops)

But Tenjiku being animated and knowing what we'll see in a few week... Yeah, I needed to end this and fix that mess.

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Summary: Maybe the snow was the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant. After that day, every time it snows, Kakucho couldn't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that seemed to be everywhere. Now, the red is gone. Izana is there. The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

Warnings: Manga Spoilers. Angst with happy ending (with a lot of angst before the happiness) and depressed Kakucho (who could blame him?)

Notes: This is canon compilant, from Kakucho's POV (so keep in mind that any opinion on another character is Kakucho's, not mine, I love them all). The italic parts are Kakucho's memories, I hope it makes sense how I organized, since it's not chronologically, it only makes sense emotionally. If saying this makes sense at all.

English is not my first language, so be nice please! :)

Kakucho has been wanting to see that smile for so long that he can't even remember when he started to miss it. Or maybe it's the excruciating pain in his shoulder, which doesn't allow him to remember properly. All that he knows is that suddenly it's here, a real smile on Izana's face, lighting everything up. He can't stop looking, even if some part of his brain detects all the chaos and screams around them, Kakucho only has eyes for him, for his king and this smile that it's making the world shine again for a few seconds.

He thinks his yelling, but he's unable to focus in anything other than Izana bleeding next to him, correcting his servant once more “Our era”. The king keeps talking to Mikey, but Kakucho doesn't know what he's saying anymore, the last words still hitting his brain, his ears, his whole body. “I'm sorry Kakucho, but you're all that I have”.

As Izana's hand begins to get colder his servant is still caught up in those words “All that I have”. So Kakucho close his eyes, more than willing to follow his king one last time. He's not going to left him alone, not now, not ever. The last coherent thoughts that cross his mind is that this is his fault, for wishing too much, wanting too much. He never would have wished to see Izana's real smile again if he had known the price.

He's still able to see the snow before everything goes dark (or feel, he's not sure of his own senses any more). It's ironic,they used to love the snow, now it seems like the universe is mocking on them. Or maybe it's not, maybe the snow is the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant.

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Kakucho wakes up in the hospital. The doctors say that he's going to recover, like that's good news. They are not, not for him. He survived, again. Nothing makes sense, he doesn't feel alive, so... How is it possible? He wants to die, he doesn't understand, his live is meaningless, just a servant. Kakucho hates himself for surviving, he should have died protecting his king, not the other way around.

None of this matters, his feelings are not important, he can't go back to being selfish, getting caught up in his own desires. He knows that he has to keep living, Izana died for him to live. 'Why? Why Izana? Why you never show how important I was to you when we still had time? Why did you leave me? Why am I the only one stuck with our regrets? Why?'

He needs to stop thinking, there is no point in doing so. Izana exchanged his own life for Kakucho's, so he knows he has to keep living. Even tough he is already dead.

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Every time it snows, is the same. It doesn't matter if Izana is already in middle school, as soon as he sees the first flakes he starts running looking for Kakucho, ready to drag him under the snow again. It's a miracle how he's able to contain all this excitement until he finds his friend (his servant) when he's actually jumping trough the corridors.

Of course, Kakucho follows him, pretending to complain about the cold. He doesn't pretend too hard, it's not like he's even trying to hide his smile. Or like the cold matters, when Izana is still taking his hand while they keep running until being outside.

Kakucho didn't care about the snow before, now he loves it. Or maybe he loves how the older boy's face seems to glow when he smiles at it. He knows that Izana isn't exactly the happiest kid around, so he treasures every second when he can have his friend acting like this, without masks or titles between them. Just two friends playing in the snow.

They always play outside for hours, never bothered by the rest of the kids, probably too busy hiding inside the building from the cold. Kakucho thinks they are idiots, they don't know anything. For him, the snow is a reminder of that warm feeling inside him, that thing he felt the first time they played like this. It was almost freezing inside their igloo, but all the ice went away when Izana said those words “Our kingdom”. The younger kid doesn't understand why, he only knows that for a second he felt like the most important person on the entire planet ( besides Izana, of course ), the previous cold forgotten and replaced by warmth within his chest.

Suddenly, a snowball kicks him and he realizes that Izana has already started the fight. He was lost in his own thoughts, so obviously Izana is cheating. Again. He sighs and starts making his own ammunition. 'Some things never change, right?'

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The world lost his color that day. Now everything looks gray, like if someone repainted it with a monochrome palette during the time that Kakucho was in the hospital. The apartment is worse, because he can still see where the colors are supposed to be, like a shadow from the past. He can still see the guitar by the window, where Izana used to play it. The tropical fish, now his only roommate.

It's a really small apartment, the only one that Izana could afford at that time, when he came back to the orphanage just for rescue him ( actually it was more an scape than a rescue, but they didn't care about that ). When his king went to juvie he promised that he wouldn't forget about Kakucho. And he didn't, because Izana never lied to him. 'He just kept too many things inside, but he never lied, how ironic is that?'

He didn't have time to miss the colors, because one day starts snowing. Kakucho was walking towards the convenience store when the first flakes began to fall. Suddenly he can't breathe, he can't move, he can't think. He can't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that's everywhere. 'Red. That's not supposed to be red. Why is the snow red? Where does all this blood come from? Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Kakucho doesn't know how he manage to run until he's safely back home, safe from the memories that come true with every flake of snow. From that day on, he avoids going outside in the snow. So he stays in this apartment full of ghosts, the ghosts of colors, forever gone from his world. The ghost of Izana filling every corner, reminding him that he must keep living.

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Apparently Izana made new friends in juvie. He doesn't know how he feels about it, but it's weird trying to imagine Izana making friends. Until his king explains how he made them. 'Oh, that checks.'

“Why are you doing this face? Are you jealous or what?”

Izana says that with a smirk in his face, his obviously teasing him but for some reason the younger boy still feel that something is off.

“Come on servant, don't be such a pain in the ass, I beat them for you, the least you can do is be grateful, don't you think?”

“For me?”

Kakucho doesn't understand what that is supposed to mean.

“Yeah, you're going to lead our army, remember? I wasn't going to let you lead an army of weaklings.”

And with that, he puts a hand on Kakucho's head, ruffling his hair on the process. An obvious sign that the conversation is over and, once again, his servant will follow him with a smile.

When Kakucho finally meets this new friends, he can only think that they're all idiots. Well, except for Mutto, he likes Mutto because he's calm and quiet, he always knows his place or when it's better to shut up. Shion is the complete opposite, he never knows when to shut up or stop moving. To be honest, Kakucho thinks that Shion probably can't do any of that. Mochi is just another idiot, with less energy than Shion, but the same amount of brains. The Haitani brothers are their own category. 'This two aren't just idiots. They are idiots and weirdos.'

Time passed and Kakucho still thinks the Haitanis are weirdos, but he actually likes having them around. They always show up with some expensive and extravagant gift, as if money is nothing to the rulers of Roppongi. Today they bring some delicious cakes, as always they remembered to buy a portion of Kakucho's favorite. He knows Ran is the one who paid attention to these tinny details, he can't help but act like a big brother.

But the cake is not the reason why Kakucho likes them. It's not the only reason, at least. No, Izana is the real reason. Every time the Haitani brothers are there the white haired boy looks happy. Of course, he doesn't show it, so sometimes he seems amused, entertained or even pissed off as if he's about to lose his already little patience. But Kakucho knows him better, he knows that Izana is happier when the weirdos are here. So before he realizes, the four of them are friends. Well, maybe one king and three friends.

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It's being a few months since the Kanto Incident. He doesn't know how many, because time stopped making any kind of sense for Kakucho since his reason to live disappeared. He didn't realize how much time had past until one day when he hears an annoying knock at his door. A really annoying knock that doesn't go away forcing him to open the damn door.

Of course, when he opens the door, the Haitani brothers are there. He should had know, but he really wasn't aware that they were already out.

“Kakuchooooo, I know you missed me, so stop making that grumpy face and be a good host!”

Ran looks exactly the same, still talks like he's teasing at you with every word. After all that time, he still brings cake, Kakucho's favorite.

“Come one, let us in already, I was about to pick the lock.”

Yeah, that's Rindou's way of showing that he was worried. Still the same weirdos. So obviously, he lets them in.

Before he understands what's going on, he's sitting at the table with one brother at each side of him, eating cake and talking nonsense. And he's smiling, even laughing at times with their most absurd anecdotes. The scene is so familiar, so comfortable, it's almost like nothing has changed. 'Almost.'

Kakucho doesn't know what happened, but suddenly finds himself unable to breath. He tries, he really tries, because he doesn't want to break in front of anyone. But they aren't just anyone, they have cake and comfort words “Breathe, it's ok Kakucho, we know” and “We're here now, you are not alone anymore”.

So he breaks, he let himself cry in front of these weirdos that share his pain, his lost. In front of what's left of his family, what's left of all that happiness that he doesn't even remember how it felt. He doesn't realize that all this time he has been gripping his necklace, the one with a hanafuda image that they know all too well. The one that used to be one of Izana's earrings.

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Kakucho would never know how they knew it. The Haitanis always seem to have a sixth sense or something, because they show up unannounced like they always did. The strange thing is that they seem to know that this time Izana is going to welcome them, without beatings or cruel words. They seem to sense that their king is starting to get better and he can't be more thankful, hoping that maybe this is what Izana needs.

He's not wrong, but he's also not right. Izana isn't quiet there most of the time, but at least he eats, talks and even has a smile sometimes. It's not he's real smile, his eyes don't show any emotions, it still looks unhinged. But even if it's a weird smile, he does it more when the brothers are there, so Kakucho thinks that's good. 'He just needs more time, that's all, this has to be a good sign, right? Yep, one day he will really smile again, I'm sure.'

Kakucho definitely likes having the Haitani brothers around. They are more than friends, they are family.

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Kakucho didn't want to follow South, he only have one king and he will never betray him. He ends up in Rokuhara after that monster beats the shit out of him, but that doesn't mean his loyal to that gang. He put his life ( and his heart ) in the hands of another man a long time ago.

It's actually much easier than he expected, being back in this live, the fights, the adrenaline. Maybe that is all he knows how to do or maybe he doesn't even care anymore, but this makes him feel a little bit more alive than spending day after day hiding in his apartment with only ghosts and a fish for company.

It's different with Mikey and so familiar at the same time that he feels on edge. Every time that he's in a Kanto Manji meeting he has to control himself or he would freak out ( unconsciously grasping his necklace trying to calm down ).

Looking at Mikey gets him deja-vu. Really bad deja-vu, if he has to be honest.

The invincible is falling, Kakucho can see him fall into the darkness, exactly as he saw before. That's what scares him most, that he already learned how this ends. But he can't run away ( even if sometimes that's all that he wants ). Kakucho can't run away because he knows, he doesn't know how he knows, but he knows Izana wouldn't want him to leave Mikey. Or maybe he's just projecting, trying to fix the past by fixing the present.

“You can't save him.”

Of course he has been noticing the look in the older Haitani's face, he's obviously worried, but he didn't expect that. He wasn't prepared for that.

“What?”

“You can't save Mikey, not from himself. Stop it, you need to start thinking about what do you want for a while.”

There is more, things that Ran never says, but Kakucho listens anyway. The unspoken words keep floating around them 'You can't save him, the same way that you couldn't save Izana.'

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At the beginning, Kakucho was happy of seeing Izana taking care of himself again. Starting to be open to people, to life, once more.

Now, he's just worried. Really worried. He realized that Izana's only motor is revenge, that he's getting really obsessed with Mikey. Izana is falling into darkness, a little bit more every day. His smiles are not real, his beautiful purple eyes never catch up with them. He looks deranged, completely unhinged every time that he starts talking about his revenge plans.

Kakucho knows that, but he'll follow him anyway. He'll follow Izana because he just wants to see him happy again and if this revenge is what it takes, he'll follow his king. Izana isn't drinking and sleeping all day anymore, so he hopes that maybe, he just needs time for smiling again. A real smile, like before. If Kakucho have to follow him to hell for being able to see this smile once more, he'll do it happily.

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It's even worst the day that Rindou finally snaps, just before the battle with Toman 2nd Generation. They're alone, just trying to keep themselves entertained with some video game, trying very hard ( and failing ) not to think about tomorrow.

“Who do you think will die?”

It's just a whisper, so he wants to ignore it, pretending that he didn't hear it until he turns around and sees Rindou's face.

“No one, this time no one is going to die.”

He doesn't believe it, of course, not after watching how Mikey almost killed Takemichi of all people. But he's trying to comfort the other, and probably himself.

“You don't believe that, don't fuck with me!”

Then he realizes. Rindou fucking Haitani is panicking right now, he's having a panic attack and Kakucho doesn't know what to do. So he just keeps listening, hoping that helps. He's definitely not prepared for the next words.

“I... I've been having nightmares since that day, you know? What if... What if Ran tries to protect me like Izana did with you? What if... This time Ran... Shit, I can't even say it out loud, I'm fucking pathetic! But how am I supposed to keep living if that happen? How you keep living with that?”

Kakucho really, really doesn't want to answer that, but he's never seen the younger Haitani like this before, he knows he deserves an answer. He also knows that the only one he can give is not going to help.

“You don't.”

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Kakucho is dying. He knows he is dying, he knows that Sanzu's katana cut is too deep, that there is no way that he could survive this time. He's okay with the idea of his own death, he always thought that the last two years were a cruel and extra time.

But he can't, he can't die yet. Kakucho needs to stop this damn train, he needs to do it or a lot more people is going to die. Not just people, his friends. Shion, Mochi, Takemichi. Not just people, his family. Ran. Rindou. The last survivors of the broken family they had once. The last two people in this whole planet that still remember Izana with affection. Kakucho can't let this happen, he can't let them die without trying until his last breath.

That's when he sees him. Izana.

Izana is here, Kakucho can feel him, he can feel his warm presence by his side once again. He doesn't even have time to think what's happening, when he listens Izana's voice.

“You're still as reckless as ever. Well, that's what makes you, you.”

Izana smiles and puts his hand in top of Kakucho's own hand. He can feel Izana's strength going through his body.

“I'll help you out, Kakucho.”

Just like that, they are able to stop the train. Together, like they always should be. They did it, they saved their family. And now, Kakucho is finally letting go, allowing himself to die. He's not afraid anymore, he's just happy that he could see Izana one last time. He's dying, but he's dying with a warm smile. Kakucho is finally reunited with the love of his live.

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Kakucho never knew when he started to feel that for Izana. Maybe it was always there, maybe his feelings just changed and grew into something different at the same time that he was growing. But he could pinpoint without any doubt the exact moment when he realized that he was in love with his king.

The day that he saw him “better” again after Shinichiro's death. Izana just cut his hair and wanted to do a big entrance with his new Tenjiku's uniform. He was showing it to Kakucho, his arms opened and allowing him to see the whole view. His earrings dancing with him again every time he moved.

Kakucho knew it. Like and instant revelation, he felt that he just found the missing piece of a puzzle that he didn't even realized he was doing. Kakucho was doomed.

He wanted too much, he couldn't ask that from the older boy, but he still couldn't avoid it. He wouldn't ask, he'll keep following him until the end, just like always. He was sure that be by Izana's side will be enough. At that time, he thought this was the best decision, he still didn't knew that never confessing his feelings to Izana will be his last regret.

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Kakucho opens his eyes, looking around and feeling completely disoriented. He's laying on a king size bed, the other side showing signs that some one was sleeping here too. He touches his chest, not understanding why there isn't a wound there. A scar, at least. But nothing.

Suddenly, he realizes that his necklace is not there. He's about to panic, thinking that he lost Izana's earring forever. Until he hears it, a soft voice calling his name. The sound of footsteps entering the room.

The scarred boy wants to punch himself, because this can't be. But he recognizes this voice, he would recognizes this particular footsteps anywhere.

“Kakucho? Are you awake or are you going to start acting like Ran and sleep forever?”

Izana enters the room, looking even more ethereal than ever. A smug face and playful tone. But he looks... Older. It's subtle, little details than some one who didn't know him as his servant does, wouldn't notice. But Kakucho does it. His king looks exactly like he kept growing up during the last two years.

“I-Izana? Are you real?”

Is just a whisper, he's too afraid that if he talks, he would break this illusion, this dream. But it's more than enough for Izana's face changes into one of worry, quickly sitting on the bed by Kakucho's side, a gentle hand on his forehead.

“Are you okay? You look sick... I can call Manjiro and tell him we can't go to the lunch this week.”

Izana's voice is so soft, his tone of concern so genuine, his warm hand on Kakucho's face so comforting... That he breaks. He starts crying like a little kid, hugging him, clinging onto him like his life depended on it (it does).

“Kakucho? Kakucho, look at me.”

A gentle touch on his chin forces him to look directly into Izana's eyes. An intense gaze staring directly at him, trying to analyze what the hell is happening. The hand moving softly to wipe his tears. But there's something in those violet eyes, something different. Like they had less walls, as if the usual storm that Kakucho always saw on them was calmer.

So, without even thinking about it, Kakucho just says the words. No more regrets.

"I love you, Izana.”

He whispers, before talking again, this time more firmly.

“I love you. So you can't die, because I love you. You have to promise to me that you'll not die."

Izana stares at him, a puzzled look on his face. 'Well, that's not the worst reaction ever, right?'

"I know that, idiot. We've been dating for almost a year now, you don't need to act so fucking intense about it. What the hell is wrong with you today?”

The words sound blunt, but there's so much affection behind them, that Kakucho just melts with it. Specially, when Izana ruffles his hair. A small gesture that says a lot more.

And that's when he finally gets it. This gesture, all the gentle touches, all the non-verbal things that his king is saying... They aren't new. It was always there. This was always Izana's love language. It was always there. But Kakucho never understood until now, because he never thought he deserved this love.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong, Izana.”

He answers, a bright smile on his face. Feeling lighter than ever. Of course, the older boy is not buying it, an interrogation look on his eyes. Kakucho just laughs at this, throwing his head like a little kid, unable to content so much happiness. So much life.

Until he looks through the windows and he sees it. It's starting to snow outside.

“It's snowing.”

Izana's whole expression changes with this words. His face lighting up with excitement. A genuine smile on it.

A real smile. One that makes Kakucho notices that this time, he can actually see the snow. The red is gone. Izana is there, holding his hand and smiling at him. Looking ethereal but at the same time, so real. So tangible. So alive.

The red is gone.

Izana is there.

The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

#me writing🌻 #tokyo revengers #izana kurokawa #kakucho #kakuiza #s62 being a found family because i say so #haitani brothers #s62 generation #tokyo revengers fic #oneshot #tokyo revengers spoilers #in my tenjiku depression era #i blame tenjiku for the angst #i made myself cry #i broke my own heart #final timeline #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #canon compatible

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 5

TODAY is the day I am going to get groceries and seeds. Unless for some reason he is closed Thursdays now as well.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes before getting up and notice how sore I am already feeling. I groan and rise slowly out from the comfy blanket. I get up for another day of farm life and throw on the same. Exact. Overalls. I really need another pair or two if this is going to be my standard fit. However, I put on an old, red t-shirt which is more of a tank top now since I ripped the sleeves off in high school. I didn't like the way the sleeves constricted my biceps. I throw on a red ball cap to cover my unwashed hair that I threw back into a loose ponytail.

I begin my walk to town square once again. My legs are going to be ripped from all this walking. Scratch that, all of me is going to be ripped from the work I'm doing.

I slept in today, which means Pierre's should be open. I triple check the sign next to the door before even trying the door.

"It says it's open today. Hopefully my timing isn't wrong or something." I yank the handle of the building once again. This time, it opens.

I waltz inside and take a glance around. Shelves are jam packed in every spot you could put one without completely overlapping the other. The aisles are just big enough that nearly two people could fit back to back.

"I take it you tried to come here yesterday, Danny?" Gus chuckles as he heads over to me. "I noticed you triple checked the hours of operation."

"I sure did. Out of all the days I decided to come here it was on a Wednesday," I roll my eyes and smile.

"Happens to me all the time. I lose track of the days and bam, I show up on a Wednesday. But what can ya do? Allows me to get a good walk and keep these legs in shape," Gus looks down at his legs and back up at me. "You have a good day, now," he nods his head and exits through the glass door.

Carefully, navigating through the aisles, I begin to grab items I'll need for the farm. I had made sure to grab a basket from the stand near the entrance before so everything had been piling up in it.

My basket consists of parsnip, cauliflower, and potato seeds. As well as some bean starters.

"This should be enough to get me started," I mumble.

I saunter over to explore the groceries, filling my basket with everything I think I'll need in the next few days.

"Ugh, you again?"

The sudden voice causes me to spin around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. It was Haley.

"Yes, me again. Can I not shop at Pierre's?" I snap back.

"I didn't say you couldn't. I'm just disappointed I have to see you again." She rolls her eyes and struts down the aisle closer to me.

Suddenly, I'm feeling flustered and forget what I am looking for. There is a long, awkward silence between us as we both scan the opposite shelves of the aisle. Oddly enough, she doesn't walk away.

"You look like a plumber by the way."

I snap my head back to look at her, "What does that mean?!"

We both start looking over my outfit. I don't know what part of a red shirt, red hat, and blue overalls is giving "plumber".

"Are those the same overalls from the last several times I have seen you?!" she gasps in disgust, turns her head, and pretends to gag.

"Yeah and what about it!?" I poke back childishly. I adjust the basket I'm holding to my other hand. Haley's eyes seem to light up as she seemingly watches my arms as I transfer the basket between hands. Her eyes flicker back up to meet my gaze and she blushes and turns away. I look at my arms to see if I have dirt or mud on them. There is not even a speck.

She sheepishly turns back to the shelf once again. I continue to forget what I am looking for and scan the shelves up and down until I find whatever it is. I hear a few noises from Haley fumbling with the items on the shelf behind me. That is, until I hear a can hit the ground and notice it roll to my feet in front of me.

When I turn around this time, her feet are stepping on the lowest shelf while her one hand is stretched upward to the top shelf. She senses me looking at her in confusion and turns to get down too quickly. Her ankle rolls as she tries to step off the bottom shelf which causes her to stumble and nearly fall. Actually, she would've fully fallen if it wasn't for me standing nearby. She involuntarily latched onto my arm to stop herself from falling all the way to the ground.

Haley realizes what she is doing after a moment and shoots right back up. To save face, she shoots me a scowl and just says, "ew," while brushing her hands on her pink skirt as if I'm just that dirty. To her dismay, her cheeks are flushed pink so anything she is trying to do to insult me is not working.

"Do you need some help there, pretty lady?" I tease. Her cheeks go bright red now instead of just the light pink. It's fun rubbing it in more when she is already flustered.

Since I am significantly taller than the little rat, I reach up to grab the item she was aiming for. She watches in silence with her arms crossed and while tapping her foot rapidly against the ground.

As I toss the item into her basket, I meet her gaze. I am so much taller than her, that she has to crane her neck to look me in the eyes. She is shorter than the average person. I am just sightly above average height.

She squints her eyes in annoyance and looks away. We both go to leave the aisle finally, but walk in the opposite direction of the other. Causing us to crash shoulders.

"Watch it you big lug," She hisses while unapologetically looking me up and down the same way she did in the saloon. My face suddenly goes warm as if I am blushing. I notice her smirk which signals that must be the case.

We try leaving once again, but manage to get past one another this time. She shoots me an unreadable look over her shoulder as she turns the corner to the next aisle.

What is this woman's deal? I say in my head. Shaking my head, I carry on with shopping. I hear the bell above the door ding meaning Haley must've just left. I walk over to the guy behind the counter with my stuff in the basket and let him start scanning.

"Well if it isn't Miss Danny, the new farmer! I'm Pierre, owner of this wonderful, local general store. I see you've found the seeds! A little agriculture could really inject new life into the local economy. My wife, Caroline, and I have been dying to meet you. We hear you have already met our daughter Abigail?"

"Yeah at the saloon the other day. Her and her friends were hanging out in the arcade when I went for dinner," I reply.

"That's great! I hope you enjoy living here. It may get boring at times, but trust me when I say the next day will be an interesting one!"

Pierre finishes up scanning and bagging my items. After saying my goodbyes, I am on my way back home to figure out what to do with, and where to put all my groceries. I don't exactly have an oven, or fridge...or a kitchen in general.

#sdv #stardew #stardew valley #Stardew Valley Haley #Haley Stardew #haley x female farmer #haley #haley sdv #stardew haley #fanfic #haley fanfic #haley stardew fanfic #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #fanfic stardew

[asphaltvalkyrie]

I had an extremely slow day at work today, so I chose to look busy by writing about BG3. Someone smarter than me has probably had this revelation before, but it gave me pause enough for me to feel like I need to share it.

I decided to romance Gale in my 2nd playthrough, with the intent of letting him get ahold of the Crown of Karsus, and its making me Feel Things.  I like this walking apocalypse of a wizard a lot (he and Karlach are my easy faves,) but its taken romancing him to really see that

tl;dr Gale's backstory really makes a handy allegory for gifted kid burnout.

From the beginning he was special, a golden child, someone who would do great things and go far. So, he ended up building his entire personality on that eventuality.  Older authority figures took a special interest in his talent and he immediately wanted nothing more than to please them, at the cost of making friends or learning life skills (well, except cooking apparently?) 

(Then there's the whole issue of him developing a sexual relationship with Mystra who was without a doubt considerably older than he was and had that "but he's so mature for his age," mindset and all the fuckery that comes with that holy shit I can't even begin to desconstruct how much that would fuck someone up.)

Then he makes a mistake. He breaks a rule he didn't know existed. Why doesn't he know that rule existed?  Because no one told him.  They conflated his intelligence with maturity and his self-confidence with knowing his own limits. They forgot that he's basically a kid compared to them. (Elminster is what, centuries old?  And Mystra is a fucking deity.) He lacks the emotional maturity to understand why what he did was so bad. 

Gifted kids know.  Among the absolute worst thing an adult can say to you is "I expected more of you," or "you should have known better." Which is pretty much what Elminster and Mystra said to him. And then they not only withdrew their attentions and support, but they also refused  to help him deal with the orb - an omnipresent physical and spiritual reminder of his trangression. After that... he just has no idea what to do with himself. He sits in his wizard tower until the Mind Flayers get him.

By the time the others find him, he's realized that the talent he used to get by on no longer serves him, but since he built his whole personality around it, he doesn't know how else to act.  So he maintains the bluff and bluster of a child prodigy, but he's now keenly aware of how pointless it is. He seems insufferably arrogant at times, but there's a razor-fine edge of self-loathing to that arrogance that he couches in self-aware humor. Over the course of his short time with the party he starts to feel like he's cared for and among friends, and even proves himself an attentive, affectionate and very grateful partner if you romance him.

Then Elminster shows up and tells him to atone for what he did by suicide bombing the Elder Brain. Bam, there goes his hope of finding a life outside of that "greatness" others told him he was destined for.  Once a gifted kid always a gifted kid.  Destined to be a human sacrifice on the altar of someone else's expectations, for good or ill. 

And in a semi-related note, when you take him through the Dryad's trial, the answer to the question "whats his biggest flaw" is that "he thinks the world would be better off with him dead" and he says that its very true, but he didn't realize it until you said it.

Then you find the Annals of Karsus, and what does he say he wants to do with it? Reforge the Crown of Karsus with it so that he can obtain godlike power and make the world better for mortals, and he wants to share it with you.  With how smart he is, he really should know thats a terrible idea. But he doesn't, because of a combination of hubris and naivete.  He learned absolutely zero lessons from the orb debacle because he hasn't really been allowed to learn any lessons beyond "I just have to do the thing I'm good at, only I have to try harder this time."

I'm only on the second netherstone, but I have a feeling that this is going to end very badly.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 thoughts

[gay-jesus-probably]

Ngl my best friend and I are doing a kind of rewrite of totk for fun and like. We had a more nuanced story in around thirty minutes, and I kind of want to work on it more. Here's the thing though, it's so easy to write this as a good story because it has so much potential, and it's like you said!! Taken at face value it's so boring!! I'm genuinely so frustrated with this!!

I know, right? Something I've noticed is that like literally anytime I mention the story being kinda shit, it takes like maybe a minute for people to look at the existing setup and think of something more interesting. Like, I briefly complained about the boring writing in a youtube comment, and I've seen three different people reply to that with more compelling takes on the story using very minor fixes. There's just so many bad decisions in the writing, I have no idea how the fuck Nintendo thought this was acceptable.

I mean goddamn, even putting aside all of the Everything with the imperialism in the memories, the memories existing at all is a horrible decision! They seriously made a role playing game where 95% of the story occurs in the past, where the only involvement the player has is our character being namedropped a few times. It worked in BOTW, because Link was there the whole fucking time, and also the memories WEREN'T the story - that was everything leading up to the actual plot kicking off! If a player just totally ignored the memories, the only real consequence was that you didn't really get to know Zelda! If you ignore the memories in TOTK, you are missing the entire fucking plot.

It's such an easy fix too, I mean ffs if the ancient past is where everything interesting is going to happen, just send Link and Zelda back in time together. Link can actually interact with the story and characters, he can develop his own beef with Ganondorf instead of them literally having nothing to do with each other beyond other people saying they should fight, and it'd fix the gaping plot hole of literally all the Sheikah tech being gone - none of it's been built yet. The story could take Link through working with the Sages, finding a way to heal the decayed Master Sword - fuck, he could even wield the ancient Master Sword in its place while he's in the past! They fight Ganon, seal him away, then for the grand finale Link and Zelda return to the modern day Hyrule shortly after they left, and discover it's basically an apocalypse kicking off, because why would Ganon bother to just wait for his enemies to get ready to stop him, he can just go apeshit the second he's free of the seal. This works in story, but also excuses the finale having some railroading - the chaos of the apocalypse stops Link from going off track, ensuring the devs don't need to put in the entire BOTW map just for that one finale sequence. Link retrieves the formerly decayed Master Sword from wherever he left it to heal for the last ten thousand years, and then him and Zelda go fuck up Ganon together, for real this time. Bam, problem solved. Link's in the actual plot, Zelda gets to actually exist for more of the story than just the ending cutscene, there's a reason for the map being completely different, and the Sheikah tech isn't just retconned into non-existence. Fuck, they could explain the runes being gone as just Zelda dropping the Sheikah Slate in the chaos before being yeeted into the past, or the slate being hit by Gloom and destroyed as well. Also, the expanded list of monsters and old monsters having different designs to include the new horns makes sense; they're ten thousand years in the past, of course things are different. Yeah it'd suck that we wouldn't really get to see the characters from BOTW, but... come on. They barely did anything with them anyways.

Alternatively, they could just do the story in the past with Zelda as the player character, if they're that hellbent on ensuring Link isn't allowed to do anything. It'd be a really cool twist! They wouldn't even need to change the gameplay that much, it's been years since the Calamity and Zelda's been travelling around with Link the whole time, it makes perfect sense that she would have learned how to fight over the years, and Link teaching her would give her a very similar fighting style.

It would have been so easy to give the game a more interesting story, it's just embarrassing that they fucked it up so badly.

#tears of the kingdom #not tagging as spoilers cause we're not talking about how the game actually went #i actually have two different re-writes for totk that im sort of planning lmaoo #one of them is just the game but digging into the fucked up implications of everything (its lowkey a salt fic i guess) #the other one is just an AU where Link falls instead of Zelda at the start #so i had to figure out how the story works without anyone time travelling (since link cant and zelda doesnt need to) #and from there it spiralled into a total overhaul of the plot and worldbuilding #and yes zelda is the protagonist of the AU while link is the one thats missing #spoiler alert link is in the depths getting absolutely destroyed by ganon. and not in the fun way #i probably wont write the first one tbh its too depressing to be fun #but the fallen link AU is very interesting and will hopefully go somewhere

[miniteezez]

Could you please do a JK one where the readers getting abused by maybe someone in the company or parents or something like that and JKs been a friend for a long time maybe even childhood friends and she tries to hid it but he gets suspicious and ends up find out and she keeps refusing help thinking she doesn’t deserve it but he helps her anyways and is really sweet and maybe they even end up together. Maybe add him speaking to the other members about it. Idk I like their little cameos. Also please add Bam I miss Bam. So like angst fluff 🫶🏻

Jungkook x fem reader

To save you

Genre:angst, comfort, work space abuse

Warning: abuse, self doubt, injury, blood

Synopsis: a girl at work really hates how close you are to jungkook.

My back pressed up against the mirror of the dance practice room. The boys had finished up around half an hour ago, but I stayed back with staff to help clear up. Minji, one of their coaches, had been eyeing me up the entire day. Truth is, I was really close to jungkook. I had been since I moved here. Tonight, I was going to stay over at his and look after bam whilst he went out with jin and tae. Minji had overheard this, and I instantly knew she was mad. It was no secret she liked jungkook, even he knew. She would cling on at any chance she got and made sure to linger on him a bit too long at practice. As soon as we were alone, she backed me up against the mirror and landed a harsh slap to my cheek.

"Have you not learnt to just back off yet?" Her voice was like nails on a chalk bored, a shiver rippled up my spine. I just bit my lip harshly, trying to ignore the pain. I should be used to it by now. Not liking my silence, minji gripped my shoulders and shook me harshly.

"Answer me you bitch!" Flinching away, I took a breath and looked at her anxiously.

"He just wants me to-" before I could finish, she threw me down to the floor with a loud thud. My elbow hit the ground first and an electric jolt of pain ripped up my arm. I couldn't help but whimper, clutching onto it carefully.

"He doesn't want you! You're just a convenience for him. If he wasn't so shy he'd be relying on me. Not you." Again, I said nothing, just sitting myself up slowly. She crouched down to my level, taking a fistful of my hair in her hand. Forcing me to look at her, she smiled fakly.

"Dont get it twisted, (y/n). Jungkook wouldn't really have someone as low and pathetic as you in his life, you're just so easy to use." With that, she shoved me away and left. It took a few minutes for the tears to stop but, I just got myself up and headed down to the back entrance. I found jimin and jungkook stood there, minji was, of course, hugging onto the tallers arm. My chest went tight, she was so pretty, she looked so right with him. What was I?

"(Y/n)? Are you ready to go?" Shaking my head, I looked up to find kook stood in front of me now. Giving him a small, I nod and allowed him to take hold of my hand. Ignoring minjis goodbye, he pulled me out into the underground car park and over to his bike. Wait, bike?

"Oh no. I'm not getting on that." He just chuckled, putting the helmet on my head and buckled it up.

"Dont be silly. It'll be fun." Hopping on the vehicle, he put his own helmet on before grabbing my arm. Hissing in pain, jungkook looked concerned but I just laughed and got on behind him.

"Hold on right to me okay?" Not passing up the opportunity, I wrapped my arms around his middle, ignoring the burning pain. With my good arm, I clung on for dear life as he rode us back to his place briskly.

"I told you it would be fun." I just huffed, following the noirette inside. Bam immediately ran over, circling us both excitedly. Jungkook chuckled, stroking the dogs head affectionately. Bam, being the pooch he is, decided he'd had enough of his dad and wanted me now. I smiled, kneeling down and petting him. Kook slipped away to get ready whilst I fed his dog in the kitchen.

"How do I look?" Hearing jungkook behind me, I turned around from my food making. My breath cought in my throat, cheeks slowly gaining colour. He was wearing some tight black jeans, a polo neck that was a dark grey colour and a leather jacket was in his arms. Of course, this was accompanied by his prada boots and all those piercings.

"You look amazing, as always." Playing down my actual feelings, I smiled at the tatted male kindly. Tilting his head, he grinned and came to stand next to me.

"What you making?"

"Japchae. I'll make extra so you can eat when you come in." Hearing this, he looked very happy. His hand rested on the back of my neck, his fingers moved across my skin softly.

"You're the best. I won't be too late. And you can call me if there's any issues." Letting out a laugh, I gazed up at him fondly.

"There won't be any issues silly. Now, go have fun. You deserve it." He hummed, looking down at me. Our eyes connected and it felt as though time stood still. For a minute, we stared at each other. The air between us grew thick, my eyes automatically falling to his lips. A shrill bark made us both jump apart.

"Ah my boy!" Jungkook gave bam lots of love before leaving for his night out.

Dropping onto kooks plush sofa, bam jumped up and lay with his head on my chest. I slowly rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie and winced at the sight of my elbow. It was purple, swollen to twice its size. That definitely wasn't good but I ignored it and put the sleeve down. This wasn't the first injury and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Not as long as I was in kooks life. Bam whimpered, nudging my chin with his nose. Smiling sadly, I stroked his ears softly.

"Its okay. You miss your dad huh? Me too...he'll be home soon." Tears filled my eyes, a lump forming in my throat. The pup nuzzled closer to me, as if he could sense my emotions. Sniffling, I wrapped my arms around him and curled up. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't tell jungkook because I didn't deserve his help. I ended up falling asleep, eyes damp from unshead tears.

A weight landed on my chest, waking me up from my slumber. It was too heavy to be bam. Looking down, I saw jungkook had decided to use me as a human pillow.

"Kook?"

"Mm. Shh, I wanna sleep." Blushing at his sleepy voice, I ran my fingers through his fluffy hair.

"You should go to bed then." Shaking his head, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"No, it's better here." His voice trailed off, clearly dozing off. I smiled, letting my arms hang over his large frame and drifted back off too. In that moment, it was easy to forget everything else but him.

Monday rolled around and I was sat in the practice room watching hobi go over some of his solos. I clapped, doing whatever he asked me. Perks of being an assistant. Seeing he was out of breath, I headed to the water fountain to fill up his bottle.

"Bah!" Screaming, I jumped back and somehow managed to save hobis water. Jungkook stood there, a cheeky grin on his face. Glaring, I put the cap back on the bottle.

"That was mean." Laughing, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Bumping into my side, I winced at the pressure against my elbow. He saw this and frowned.

"You okay?' Nodding at him, I explained I had to get back to hobi and left quickly. He couldn't find out.

"You should head home now (y/n). Its quite late." Hobi smiled at me kindly, handing me my hoodie.

"Thank you. I'll get going now. See you tomorrow!" Heading out, I went down to reception and signed myself out. Just as I was leaving, jungkook came over.

"Hey, you get to leave earlier that us tonight huh?" Though he was acting annoyed, I knew it was only playful and laughed.

"Yep. Did you need something?"

"No actually, I'm just about to head off to. I just, oh." He paused, sighing to himself. He muttered something about being stupid.

"What have you lost?" Scoffing at how well I knew him, kook smiled sheepishly.

"My jacket. Think it's in the gym." Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

"Stay here. I'll go get it." To my surprise, he pulled me into a hug and kisses my cheek. Instantly, I blushed, trying to hug back casually.

"You're the best." Laughing it off, I quickly head down into the basement level and to the gym. Spotting the denim jacked slung over one of the weights, I jumped out of my skin upon hearing the door slam. Turning round, minji stood there, eyes glazed over with anger.

"You're so stupid (y/n)" She made her way over to me menacingly. I clutched the jacket to my chest, like some sort of safety blanket. Seeing the coat, she ripped it from my hands and thew it aside. Before I could say anything, her fist connected with the edge of my cheek at full force. I stumbled back, gasping as it knocked the wind out of me.

"He hates you! Do you understand me?" Minji screamed, I just nod out of fear. Chuckling bitterly, she pinned me down and slapped me on my other cheek. It was dizzying and I struggled to focus on anything. I could feel her nails on my skin and my hurt elbow pressing against the tiled floor awkwardly. Leaning down, the blonde whispered into my ear.

"If I were you, (y/n). I'd really watch my back. Because if I see you near my man again, I'll do much worse than this." Raising from the ground, minji kicked my side a few extra times for good measure. I don't know when she left but I lay on the ground crying stupidly for a while. Having little strength, I forced myself up and looked down. My arms were covered in thick, bloody scratches. My face felt as though it were on fire and my ribs, the pain was unimaginable. Tears bubbled down my cheek as I managed to get to my knees.

"Hey, (y/n). Are you in here? You've been ages-" we both froze as jungkook entered the room. He stared at me, lips parted and brows furrowed. As he slowly registered all the wounds, kook took a step forward and I flinched back.

"(Y/n). What happened? Who did this?" He asked, trying to get closer but I just grabbed his jacket and stood up with great difficulty.

"Talk to me! What happened?"

"Nothing jungkook! Stop asking!" I shoved the jacket in his arms and left immediately. Now he'd seen that, I had to stay away. As soon as I got home, I emailed management and let them know I'd be taking a few days off.

The next morning, jungkook sat in the break room deep in thought.

"You okay?" Jin asked, taking a seat beside him with a steaming coffee. Shaking head head, the younger turned to him.

"Someone hurt (y/n). Badly." Now concerned, jin put his drink down. He crossed his arms and sat forward.

"What?"

"I dont know. Last night I found her covered in bruises and cuts. She was a mess. I tried to help but she pushed me away, and she won't answer the phone." He explained, rubbing his face in annoyance. Jin saw his distress and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Who would hurt her, she's the sweetest." Kook carried on, looking to his elder for advice.

"I dont know jungkook, but focus on the important thing. She needs help." Knowing jin was right, he kept his gaze on him.

"So what do I do? She won't talk to me." After a minute of silence, the brunette gasped, alerting jungkook.

"Here's an idea."

Laying in my bed, I hadn't moved all day. I felt so weak. Everything hurt. Tears were staining my cheeks. I didn't want to let jungkook go. He was my everything, even if he didn't notice. But why would he want me when minji was there? My phone buzzed yet again. This time, I was going to block him but was pleasantly surprised at the text.

Gguk: hey, I got a meeting tonight. Could you come look after bam? I won't be able to get home at all.

Knowing he wouldn't be there, I agreed. I couldn't let bam starve like that. It took me an hour to even get out the house and drive over to his house. But, eventually, I arrived. Making my way inside, I found it strange that bam didn't greet me. Shrugging, I filled up his bowl using a measuring cup. My legs buckled beneath me and I dropped down against the kitchen floor. Luckily, I didn't knock anything. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why was I so pathetic? My shoulders began to shake as I tried so hard to contain my cries. There was a noise behind me, at least bam was here. Sniffling, I kept my head down.

"I'm sorry. I put your food down. But I'm so stupid, I probably messed that up too. I can't even stand up without falling over. I really, really hate myself." Was it stupid to pour your heart out to a dog? Either way, I spoke out to him. At this point, tears were yet again streaming down my cheeks. Unexpectedly, arms wrapped around me from behind, gently tugging me back.

"Dont say stuff like that, you're not stupid." Jungkook spoke softly, turning me around. Seeing his concerned face, I felt my lip wobble. His hands came up and wiped my cheeks.

"Dont hate yourself. Its going to be okay." Instantly, I started sobbing. How could he be so kind after seeing the state I was in? Jungkook wasted no time in picking me up. On autopilot, my arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me into his bedroom. He sat on his bed, placing me on his lap.

"Can I help you please?" Taking a deep breath, I nod but didn't dare let go. Rubbing my back, kook kept his voice small.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Reluctantly, i detached myself from him and jungkook got up, disappearing into his bathroom. I felt cold, hugging my knees to my chest best I could. Why did he want to help me? Nothing made sense.

"Could you show me where you're hurt?" Gazing up, I saw the male holding a first aid kit. When I avoided eye contact, he frowned and stepped closer. Gently, he brushed my hair aside.

"I'm not going to leave you. I promise. I just need to help you."

"Why?" I whispered, swallowing the thump in my throat.

"Well, you're hurt and injuries can get infected a-"

"No. Why do you care? I'm not important. I'm just a convenience." Now completely confused, jungkook sat down next to me and tilted his head. Delicately, he placed a hand on my knee.

"A convenience? What does that even mean?" He asked, trying to meet my eyes but I refused.

"You only talk to me because I'm easy. The only reason you ask for me to come here is because you know I will. You're just too shy to talk to anyone else." As I spoke, the man beside me felt himself grow angry. Turning towards me, he, very carefully, moved me around. Finding myself face to face with him, I swallowed thickly. His breathing seemed deeper, tongue poking at his peircing on reflex.

"You think I only talk to you because I find it convenient that you'll help me out?" Nervously, I nod at his question and almost flinched at how his face fell. Scooting forward, he cupped my cheeks whilst shaking his head.

"(Y/n), you really don't understand do you?" I blinked at him, subtly leaning into his hands.

"You have no idea how scared I was to talk to you all those years ago. I continue to include you in my life because I want you in it." He spoke softly, thumb running across my cheek bone.

"Why were you scared?"

"Because-" He cut himself off with a laugh, embarrassment evident in his tone. Giving me a shy smile, kook sat away and grabbed the aid kit.

"I'll tell you, if I can clean you up?" Letting out a breath, I nod. Happy I'd agreed, he took hold of the hem of my jumper.

"Can I?" I gave him a quiet hum of confirmation and closed my eyes as he pulled it off of my body. Jungkook tensed instantly. All those wounds concealed under the thick material were now on display. Seeing my elbow, the shade of purple it was, he gasped.

"Oh (y/n). Why didn't you tell me?" My lips pressed together, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the tears. He got to work, firstly aiding the scratches on my arms. Each time I winced from the disinfectant, he apologised and tried to be gentler. After they were wrapped, he applied cream to my face where it was bruised. The worst of it was the bruise on my ribs, it was accompanied by small cuts from the broken skin. He was so delicate with me, taking his time to clean the area and apply the correct creams. Finally, he inspected my elbow and frowned deeply.

"You need this checked out professionally." He sighed, wrapping it up for now. I just bit my lip anxiously.

"You can wear this." Jungkook handed me his white tshirt, which I put on immediately. He dimmed the lights of the room and switched his TV on. I got myself under the covers and curled up. Getting in beside me, the male scootched down and looked at me sadly.

"Who hurt you?"

"I can't tell you." Looking confused, he reached over and started to run his fingers through my hair.

"Yes you can. What do you think will happen?"

"You'll hate me." I told him, not daring to look at him.

"I dont think there's anything that could make me hate you." Thinking over it all, my mind began to swim.

"Dont cry my love." Blinking fast, jungkook carefully pulled me up into his embrace. My nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Our bodies were snug together.

"Tell me please. I hate seeing you like this. It breaks my heart." With a turbulent breath, I sat up. He was quick to follow my actions, his hands on my waist and me partially on his lap.

"You know-" squeezing my eyes shut, jungkook brought me onto his thighs fully. I couldn't even compute that action however, my head was too muddled with all that was happening.

"Take your time, I'm listening." Nodding at him, I finally caved in and looked down.

"You know Minji?" Jungkook looked at me, bobbing his head.

"Well, she hates that we're close."

"Why?" He asked, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

"Because she really likes you jungkook. Id go as fsr to say she's in love with you. And, you know, you should like her too! I don't understand how you couldn't."

"Answer me one thing (y/n). Did she do this to you?" I wet my lips, rubbing my eyes harshly.

"Yes." Cupping my cheeks in his large palms, kook came to eye level and looked at me intently.

"Then I could never even fathom, falling in love with her. Let alone liking her. Trust me when I tell you, you're never going to see her again." He never took his eyes off of me, my heart started beating unnaturally. Sliding his arms around my waist, jungkook pulled me into a gentle hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling his musky cologne.

"I dont want you leaving my side." Finally, I let out a tiny laugh at his words.

"Huh? Do you want me to move in or something?" I joked lightly, enjoying his embrace after such a horrible few days.

"I wouldn't mind." He replied, arms seeming to tighten around my middle slightly.

"I'm not your girlfriend jungkook."

"You could be." I froze. Slowly, I pulled away, keeping my hands on his shoulders and gaped at the man in front of me.

"That's not funny."

"I-i wasn't joking." He grinned, taking hold of my hands and linking our fingers.

"You asked me why I was scared to talk to you? I was scared because, you're pretty." Blushing, I struggled to find the words. So, jungkook continue upon seeing my confusion.

"You've always been pretty. And, I was what- sixteen? I was sure you'd just laugh of you ever figured it out." He scratched his nape nervously, cheeks tinted with embarrassment.

"Figured what out?"

"That I like you." Silence settled between us, my brain slow to catch on. Once his words sunk in, I gazed at him with a mix of emotion. Firstly, I couldn't believe that. Secondly, what the fuck?

"You like me?"

"Well, yeah. You're my best friend, you're always here. You're the best thing that happened to me. Debut was hard, life was hard. Then you appeared and made everything better." As he spoke from the heart, I felt myself smiling happily.

"Its been nearly ten years. Why didn't you tell me?" My hand held his cheek tentivley. Jungkook shrugged shyly, leaning into my touch.

"I couldn't risk loosing you. But it looks like I nearly lost you to a psychopath because of that." He chuckled sadly, inching forward slightly. It was insane. How did I never notice his feelings for me. This whole time, I let minji get in my head. Without thinking, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Jungkook stuttered slightly before kissing back eagerly. He was careful of my bruises, as he held me flush to his chest. Taking the lead, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He poured all his love into the action, hoping to make up for lost time. Eventually, I pulled away to take a breath. Jungkook was grinning like an idiot.

"I'm hoping that means you like me too?" Instead of replying, I hit his chest softly abd brought a laugh out of him. Once he'd started to relax again, jungkook, very carefully, laid down; bringing me with him and onto his chest. Instantly, I felt comfort, his strong arms holding me to him protectively.

"Get some sleep, I'm taking you to the hospital in the morning." Nodding, I sat up slightly to kiss his cheek sweetly.

"Thank you." He just smiled, ruffling my hair up then reaching over for the light. Suddenly, I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me in question.

"What about minji?" Redirecting his hand to his phone, jungkook unlocked it and went to contacts.

"Dont worry, I've got a plan for that."

The very next afternoon, minji arrived at the studio for her session. Having not seen me for two days, she was in high spirits. Making her way into the practice room, minji flicked the light on then dumped her stuff in the corner. Suddenly, the door slammed behind her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, as she turned around. There stood yoongi. One hand on the door, the other tucked away into his pocket. Slowly, he looked up, smirking as he clicked the lock.

"Now then. We're gonna have some fun."

#bts ff #bts x reader #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst

[birb-boyo]

The Chain with My Hero Academia Quirks

Quirks and info about them are under the cut

Time - Mortal Essence

Mortal Essence was something I came up with for my Percy Jackson OC but then I thought of it and was like HELL YEAH so it’s Time’s now

Basically, in my head, god’s have their essence that mortals can’t see or they will die instantly. Like with Semele, Dionysus’s mother, she saw Zeus’s essence and disintegrated immediately

In contrast, a mortal essence is an essence that can make the user have powers on par with gods, or turn the user into a god temporarily

We all know about Fierce right? You know, the war god that can temporarily take over Time’s body? Well, Fierce is Time’s quirk.

Sky - Goddess Guardian

Ok…so maybe he’s the goddess’s guardian but shhhhhhh

This quirk was inspired by Demon Snow, an ability from Bungo Stray Dogs

Basically, Sky has a goddess or an avatar of a goddess who protects him and can and will kill you should he ask her to

He’s best friends with her, don’t worry

I mean, Sun was also in the academy guys, she can and will fuck you up should you try and hurt Sky

That being said, Sun is and isn’t Sky’s quirk

I might say that it’s Farore that’s his guardian instead of Hylia because his girlfriend is Hylia(technically)

Twilight - He technically already sort of has one(Wolfie) but Essence

If you watched My Hero or just know Todoroki’s backstory or you watched Heroes Rising you’ll know that quirks are hereditary

Twilight has sort of inherited Time’s quirk

BUT

He sort of has Malon’s quirk too

Malon has a quirk that allows her to command any animal to do something that she speaks to

But anyway, Twilight’s essence quirk allows him to turn into anything that he has DNA to as long as it is in his system

Plot twist

He can only turn into animals which makes things a little weird for him sometimes

His favorite for in his wolf form(obviously) he enjoys growling at people and he thinks that he looks cool

Warriors - Frost Blades

Warriors is just an ice user. I can sense it in my bones

Frost blades are mostly what they sound like

Blades made out of frost. If he’s mad enough and his quirk loses control, they can be solid ice

How the blades work is, no one but him can hold the blades, without the coldness of his hands, the frost will disperse

Knowing the Captain, he mostly doesn’t rely on them. He’s more like Aizawa, he uses his quirk when he feels like he must

Warriors quirk is mostly lackluster, but trust that he can still very much beat your ass without it

Wild - also technically already has one(bullet time) but Spiritual Connection

Spiritual Connection was thought of because of his whole thing with the other Champions

Wild can see and talk to spirits. He can also use their quirks, if they allow him to take it

Spirits love being around him, and he has probably been suspected of having AFO at some point, but he just has a lot of dead friends

Because why have living friends, when you can have dead ones? :3

Wind - Wind Bombs

Wind deserves bomb rights.

Wind bombs are small cyclones that can and will explode, should Wind make them

He probably blew a kid up once when his quirk first spawned

Parents hate him, but he loves his quirk

It’s a nice warning when you get hit was a wind bomb in your chest (:

Hyrule - Cloned

Hyrule can clone only inanimate objects

You know, like how his sword sort of has a shadow? I don’t feel like getting a picture

But when his enemy gets hit with his sword’s silhouette? Yeah, that’s his quirk

He clones money a fuck too

He’s a rebellious teen probably…idk

Legend - Alteration

Inspired by the whole painting shenanigans in albw

But anyway, Legend’s body is able to adapt to any environment

If he needs to keep up with a long legged person, boom, he has longer legs than they have now and now they have to jog to keep up

Need to get your phone that fell in the crack of your bed? Boom. Thin arm

Need to slip into a crack in a wall to kill that roach, bam, small and skinny

My man is more fantastic than Mr. Fantastic

Four - Mental manipulation

You know how the colors have their respective emotions…but not really…I think

Like Blue is usually characterized as angry a lot

Like that

So with Mental Manipulation, Four can alter someone’s emotions or thoughts

It’s that simple

You’re feeling depressed today? Nah. Have some choccy milk and be immensely happy.

Your significant other is making you nervous with how much you want to kiss them? Nah, Four got you, have some more confidence

You think you’re a sane human being? Nah. Go commit arson

So…yeah

There it is

The Chain and their My Hero Academia quirks

Thank you for reading :3

If you have different ideas for their quirks, I’d love to here them in the comments

Anyway, thanks for reading

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[destinyc1020]

Anon, we have gotten a lot of sightings reporting that Tom was giving Z little kisses on the side of her head (like in that French burlesque theater). But we tend to get those sightings from private clubs where people are not allowed to take pics. We should know by now that he doesn't like strangers taking sneaky pics of him, particularly when he's with Z or other loved ones. Still, sometimes he loses control and we got him sexily caressing Zs arm in that Warriors game or sexily touching her during the Usher concert

Haha right? 😄 How can we forget the Usher concert where he practically had his hands up and down her body? 🤣 😭

Does anyone else other than me remember the reports way back in 2021 (BEFORE THE KISS exposed them) where Tom and Z were spotted at a Cafe, and he supposedly kissed her forehead, and some fans swore that it must have been a fake sighting coz Tomdaya would never do that in public?

Then, next thing you know....

BAM!!!!

🤣😅😂

So, I think the sightings have been true 👍🏾

But yea, I don't think Tom likes being photographed like that in intimate moments.... Most celebrities DON'T like being photographed in their intimate moments with their girlfriends or boyfriends. It can sometimes feel like an invasion of privacy.

Some ppl just say, "oh whatever...." and do whatever they want in public, but others might be more sensitive to it. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Idk what Tom's love language is, but I don't think he's against PDA or showing physical affection to his gf. I just don't think he likes being photographed or videotaped while doing so. I mean.... would YOU??? 🥴 🥴

If you knew that every single time you walked out of your door that someone, SOMEWHERE (whether a fan or the paparazzi) could be sneakily photographing you and everything you're doing, wouldn't it make you a little on edge or anxious about what you're doing sometimes?

You have be a little merciful towards celebrities and have some compassion, because their lives are not normal, and I don't think any of us would want to be followed or scrutinized so heavily like they are. 😔