#i truly had to hear about someone arguing about the age of consent

[the-commonplace-book]

Sally Boyle

Miss Boyle Make the World Go ‘Round~

My NOTP for them: General Byng

Bad bad bad bad bad! Let me expand on that. 

Their entire relationship was founded with the understanding that she was using him and he was using her. It was 100% transactional with no presumptions about it actually being a ‘relationship.’  

On Sally’s end this never changed, but on General Byng’s end it gradually morphed into a possessive obsession. Like, I’m sorry, there’s no other explanation for that safe house statue, there just isn’t. And is just that. Possession. He wants to have her at his beck and call, even locked away for her “safety” and kept as his consolation prize in his old age. 

There is no love or even affection informing any of the choices he makes in the Unsafe House. While most people would agree, I have seen the occasional fic or discourse viewing his behavior towards her through a sympathetic lens or trying to project some kind of romantic fondness between them. But I just don’t see it and I absolutely disagree.

Consent! Consent! Consent!

My BROTP for them: Helen Faraday

This may be an obvious one, but I just adore their friendship and wish we could have seen more of it in the game. I imagine Faraday began as something of a role model for Sally - an independent woman in the male dominated STEM field. From there it clearly developed into a close friendship. It may even have been the closest thing either of them had to a friendship with no strings attached. Mutual support and genuine care. Helen, who has no time for interpersonal relationships and Sally who has trust issues a mile high. Supporting each other not only in their careers, but also in the struggles of just being a woman in a society where someone like Arthur’s first assumption upon hearing “Dr. Faraday” is that she must be a man. A society where Sally has to manipulate men to further her career and ensure her safety. 

I’d argue that Helen is the closest thing Sally had to a best friend in Wellington Wells.

My OTP for them: Arthur (under certain conditions)

Let me begin by saying I am not an Arthur apologist, nor am I a Sally apologist. I think they’re both messed up people who have a lot of growing to do, and I’ll expand on this later because they’re on here as my angsty pairing too. But this is the OTP section, so let me talk about why I absolutely do ship these two and under what circumstances I ship them so thoroughly. 

First of all, they would need a lot of time, a lot of personal growth, and a lot of intentional rebuild of trust. They would have to learn to let go of their assumptions about each other and accept each other as they truly are. 

However, if they were able to take those steps, I could see them getting together a few years down the road once they’ve sorted themselves out as individuals and set new, healthier foundations for their relationship platonically. There may be room for a touch of romance.

Under the conditions that they’ve reached this healthier place in their lives, I think they would actually work well together. Arthur is the epitome of a male-wife and Sally is a working woman. He’s always admired her brilliance and finds it admirable how well she’s done for herself. He would support her in her career and she would support him in his, whatever that might be.

I think they balance each other out really well, too. Arthur is so caught up in what’s right and wrong. He sees people as either “good” or “bad” in most cases, where Sally sees everyone as being in that grey space between. This can cause conflict, but it can also cause growth if they take the time to listen to each other. Arthur needs someone to help him question that worldview. 

Sally sees people as tools for the most part. Most people (not all, but most) are means to an end in her eyes, and I think Arthur could help her challenge that in herself and try to be a better person simply for the sake of human decency. 

They have a shared love of literature and fashion, and admire each other in so many ways. Arthur admires her determination, intellect, and cleverness. Sally admires his wit, kindness, and ingenuity. While in the game they hold these things up as impossible ideals that don’t leave room for flaw, these opinions aren’t entire unfounded, and I think given time, trust, and honesty they could really help each other to be better versions of themselves. 

Also Arthur helping take care of Gwen is just soft.

My second choice pairing for them: Gemma

I was lured here by friends. I just think it’s cute. I got another ask for Gemma, so I’ll expand on this more when I do that post.

My fluffy pairing for them: Sally as a thriving independent woman.

As much as I like the idea of a healthy future Arthur/Sally relationship, I am also in love with the idea of Sally as an independent single mom, working as a chemist and living her best life. Either way, Sally needs to spend some time on her own, figuring herself out and learning to be happy on her own. Learning that she can do this on her own. She’s spent her whole life moving from man to man, using one after the other to make her way in life, and it would be good for her to figure out how to stand on her own two feet without relying on a man for that support. 

My angsty pairing for them: Arthur

Okay so, now let’s get into why they DON’T work. Because in most circumstances they don’t.

Arthur, in some capacity, blames Sally for what happened with his dad, even if he intellectually understands it wasn’t her fault, he still emotionally feels that it was. While there is some truth that she uses men for her own gain, Arthur doesn’t ever take the time to really look at why or to understand the nuance of her choices. He basically slut shames her and it’s absolutely not okay. He doesn’t trust her as far as he can throw her and that kind of distrust is no foundation for a relationship. 

Sally on the other hand, has an idealized version of Arthur based on how she remembers him as a kid/teen. She thinks of him as kind and reliable, someone she can trust no matter what, and she does genuinely take advantage of that at times. Moreover, she struggles to accept that he has nuance beyond that and that he honestly had a nasty side that doesn’t line up with her image of him. She continues to bat her eyes and ask him for things because she knows he can’t say no, but she also continues to take shit from him because she really believes he has the best intentions.

After the events of the game, there is a mutual huge breach of what trust they had for each other. Arthur believes that she chose her own convenience over leaving with him. Sally believes that Arthur left despite knowing she had a baby. 

Despite how much they care about each other, and despite how much they may mutually wonder how things could have gone differently, even if they had an opportunity to sit down and have a proper conversation later, it would take a lot of time to be in a place where they could rebuild their friendship, and a romantic relationship would be toxic as hell if they weren’t intentional about making it healthy. 

Arthur’s distrust, Sally’s fear of being trapped by a man, the mutual fear of the other person walking away, etc. etc. As much as I like the idea of them being in a healthy relationship down the line, it’s highly unlikely under most circumstances because they’re a wreck.

My favorite poly ship for them: Any open relationship

I think Sally would be happy in an open relationship, as long as she had at least one true partner she could rely on and trust, who could rely on and trust her (because this is an important thing for her to learn too). A 100% monogamous relationship may be suffocating for her, considering what she’s always experienced that to entail, so a little relationship anarchy may do her good. 

I do have a (mostly joking) polycule that includes her that I’ll make a little chart for on the Gemma post. And could see her, Gemma, and Margaret Oliphant in a polyship, but not as a thruple, More like “Hi this is my girlfriend Gemma and this is Gemma’s girlfriend Margaret” 

My weirdest pairing for them: Verloc

First off, to clarify, like the Arthur ship I have conditions under which I ship them. There’s a lot of vitriol towards Verloc in this fandom and a lot of hatred for them as a ship. Yes, they are toxic as fuck in canon, but I want to explain why I think they could work if things had gone differently and why they worked for as long as they did. 

In a lot of ways they’re terrible for each other. Verloc is obsessed with his work and sometimes loses sight of the humanity of his subjects in his pursuit of scientific discovery. Sally always puts herself first, in every decision she ever makes, and has no qualms about using people to get what she wants/needs. They both want to be the smartest person in the room at all times, and that definitely causes conflicts. 

However, they also really get each other on this deep intellectual level. They can keep up with each other in a way hardly anyone else can and that scientific discovery shit gets them turnt. Both of them have a tendency to dive into their work to an obsessive degree which works for them, because it’s mutual. Long hours at the lab, even talking about work when at home. They live and breath chemistry and have chemistry with each other because of that - not to mention the mutual attraction. 

There’s a reason Sally stayed with him for as long as she did. In fact, the only reason she left was Gwen. If not for Gwen, she probably would have stayed, despite how mutually toxic their relationship had become. It’s hard to say how much of the degradation of their relationship was their individual issues and how much of it was the increasing stress put on them by the state of Wellington Wells. With the Executive Committee, the General, the Doctors, and the Constabulary constantly breathing down their necks for the latest Joy solution, the stress must have been insane. There’s less and less room for fun banter and exciting discoveries. It all gradually becomes a race against the clock with their dwindling resources. When you already have issues in the relationship, that kind of stress diminishes what little room may have existed for working those issues out. And when neither of them have healthy ways of dealing with that stress, it makes sense that he would start to take it out on her. And it makes sense that she would start to resent him. And it makes sense that all the toxic aspects of their relationship would amplify ten fold. 

But what if things had been different? What if they’d had the space to work things out? What if they could learn to be a healthier couple? Or what if they even could have kept cruising along like they were at the start? I think they could have been a good couple, if things had been different, because they really did work together, and they really did understand each other, and they really did care about each other.

#[ask] #f; we happy few #we happy few #sally boyle #sally boyle whf #sally boyle we happy few

[chickentendersnfries]

Addressing the Situation

Hey Everyone, so myself and some close moots you may know have come across a recurring problem involving someone you might be conscious of on this app. And yes, we have thought this through and we would not be doing this unless we all thought it necessary. This person has been entangled with not one, not two but numerous occurrences where they sexualized, harassed, and made their formal mutuals uncomfortable. You may have noticed that mutuals were plural, that is because we’ve become aware of how many people this has happened to. This person is commonly known and we would like to make a disclaimer that all of our accusations can and will be proven in the following. The said people who have been sexualized, harassed, and pressured include @mira-cant-spell , @noceurwhore , @dr4cking , @ameliasbitvh , @just-a-smol-spoon , and @dracoscum . And those are the ones we are presently mindful of at the moment or who have given our authorization to share with the public. You are probably familiar with most of those blogs because of their popularity and I’d like you to know they’ve all given consent for us to tell you their experiences with this person. The person we want to talk about is @fucky-bucky or more commonly known as Ash. @ameliasbitvh , @pansyspet , and I have spent the past day or two gathering information about everything that has happened.

It started when Mira added Ash on Snapchat, beginning with Ash continuously asking for pictures of Mira herself, which is only slightly concerning, but after Mira agreed and sent the picture and time went on, Ash began trash-talking every single one of Mira’s moots beginning with Rose. She told Mira to stop talking to all of them which led to Mira getting anxious every time she talked to Ash because it felt wrong. She tried to avoid Ash but Ash would pull Mira back in with all sorts of things. If Mira tried to tell Ash that she was tired and busy, Ash would ignore her for the rest of the day without any sort of apology. The guilt and weight of everything led to Mira taking a small break from Tumblr, mostly with hopes that Ash would stop talking to her so often, but once Mira came back Ash continued, starting with more trash talk about Mira’s moots but moving from that to telling Mira that she was the only reason she was still alive, essentially guilt tripping Mira into not leaving her. It may seem normal to have someone who is the only reason you wake up in the morning, but it is not normal that Ash would tell everyone that. Mira tried to give hints that she didn’t want to talk to Ash anymore but she wouldn’t stop, so Mira blocked her. When this happened, Ash tried to contact Mira from a different account. Ash had also tried to contact Cinta from this account as well. Another add-on to the story between Ash and Mira comes in when Mira was still trying to figure out her sexuality and preferences but Ash would make Mira highly uncomfortable by sending Mira NSFW things about characters and celebrities, to which Mira expressed her discomfort. Although Ash didn’t send as many, she played the victim by coming to me and telling me that Mira was annoyed by her and was upset with her when in fact Mira was simply not comfortable with the subject.

As for Cinta, she was sexualized multiple times by Ash, same with Mae. Ash would make up NSFW scenarios of both girls, making both highly uncomfortable as they tried to change the subject but still be friendly towards Ash because they didn’t think it would get too extreme. And everytime Cinta and Ash talking about something Ash would always turned it into herself and turn the topic into sexual things including Cinta in it. As I previously stated, after Cinta blocked Ash, she was contacted by another account made by Ash and the girl was unrelenting. Cinta ended up getting so uncomfortable with Ash that she was scared to unblock Ash for even a minute to get screenshots of their interactions. Both Cinta and Mae tried to play things off with Ash and tried to stay friends with her but her actions continued on multiple social media sites including Instagram. Ash kept creating these scenarios and flirting with her in a not so sfw way even after both Mae and Cinta explained that they were straight. Ash went as far as to question Cinta’s sexual orientation three times over time, and even after being told, Ash continued with her behavior. Ash made up several NSFW scenarios with Mae, even using gifs to show her point, and didn’t stop with just a few.

Now addressing Eve’s experience with Ash which we had an actual conversation about. This one all started from one simple ask further continuing when ash slid into Eve's DMS. The conversation was okay, it wasn’t all weird or NSFW. That was until ash started sexualizing every little thing, there was no time from that point on where Ash did not sexualize Eve, it got to the point where ash sexualized her for using an emoji. A fucking emoji. The rolling eye emoji, telling Eve that if she kept using that emoji that one day ash would make her eyes roll back like that. she sexualized the use of that emoji and made it about eve. and they came to a point where one had ‘caught feelings’ it was a normal conversation turned weird. And with the sudden confession of feelings, Eve felt obligated to say that she also had taken a liking to ash. Which wasn’t true. Another thing that baffles me is that Ash knew nothing about Eve, not even her age, yet still caught feelings? Ash had told her that they would go unlabeled. When Eve finally mustered up the courage to tell Ash that she truly didn’t like her in that way, Ash said that she didn’t either. Meaning that if Eve did have feelings, Ash would have played with them. Which isn’t right. Eve was very uncomfortable with the way that Ash would ‘flirt’ and sexualize her. Ash is also very ignorant. Eve had told her that she was uncomfortable with a certain pet name and emoji, yes I know an emoji. but when using that emoji seriously, it made Eve uncomfortable. When Ash knew that Eve was uncomfortable with these two, she continued to use both of them. Eve had also tried ignoring Ash, trying to give Ash a hint that she no longer wanted to talk to her. But Ash couldn’t see that. Ash went out of her way to text her on almost every platform they had shared. (Eve never wanted to give any social platform to Ash, but out of fear she did) and she also got Mira to contact her and tell her that she is trying to reach out to eve. it’s funny to think that someone online can have so much fucking power over one. manipulation at its finest. Ash had also made a scenario of the both of them, in mafia au, trying to get eve to participate in. This made Eve very uncomfortable, she did not want to participate. Also, Eve would cover her discomfort using sarcasm, to try and pull away from an NSFW topic. But then again Ash did not get the hints and would keep trying. even though giving dry responses would keep her at bay, and that didn’t work. Ash has also talked about Eve behind her back, calling her foul names, including “clown”.

Eve talking: if I’m a clown, she needs to STFU and go back to the circus where she fucking belongs. She was raised in a whole fucking barn, right next to the pigs.

Although Ash’s toxic tendencies towards Jae were much less straightforward, they were still very apparent. The most recent event was the ending of Jae and Ash’s friendship, something that Jae had thought was mutual and non-bitter, it had seemed as though there were no hard feelings. After their parting, Ash approached Jae through asks, showing her a sentence sent on an anonymous platform that said “I miss you as a best friend, IDK why I just left that day. I hope we could talk again soon. -Jae '' which led Jae to explain that she hadn’t just “walked out” on Ash, because the two girls had spent several days on the discussion of their friendship ending and them distancing themselves from one another. Ash continued the conversation by asking Jae if the message had any truth to it, which is when Jae told her that the ending of their friendship was mutual, rather than just Jae leaving Ash behind. After further discussion and set boundaries between them, they parted ways. Jae didn’t expect to hear anything else about Ash but a few weeks later, she heard about the things happening to Cinta, Mae, and Eve. After talking to Cinta for a bit, she found out that Ash had been saying things about her to Cinta. At first, she started with telling Cinta that Jae had caused her to be depressed again (and called her a clown, same as she had done with Eve) and told Cinta that Jae had taken her kindness for granted, was rude the whole time, and went as far as calling Jae a “toxic whore”. Before this, Ash had guilt-tripped Jae into several things, the most prominent and extreme example being when Ash threatened to end their friendship if Jae didn’t call herself pretty. Of course, there was some good intention, but Ash said that it was one of her biggest pet peeves, which is essentially saying that she doesn’t care about Jae’s insecurities. Even before this, Ash had been a confusing subject and had once told Jae “I know that my family and friends and god love me” but was still playing the suicidal card that led to Jae being too afraid to unfriend her. At one point, Jae had gone to rant and vent to Ash, only for Ash to turn it on Jae and try to argue that the relationship between Jae and this person (Jae avoided the person's name to not make them the bad guy in the situation) was toxic. After going back and forth for several minutes, Ash made a post about “dumb people” and people who didn’t listen, something that was pointed towards Ash. After this had happened, Jae found out that Julie had vented to Ash that same day about the same thing, which proved that Ash most likely knew who both of them were talking about. Essentially, Ash had tried to force Jae into believing that her relationship with Julie was toxic and unhealthy, and was very harsh about it at the time.

On the other hand, there were other people, Orion and Ari. They both were uncomfortable with ash and the way that ash had attempted to flirt with the two girls. Ash had called Orion a “hot lesbian”, to which Orion is not lesbian. Orion is also confused about her sexuality too, so the whole interaction had made Orion even more uncomfortable. Ash should’ve respected the fact that Orion was not a lesbian, but instead, she kept pressing it on. Ash is at least the age to know that the things that she is doing and saying are all wrong. Ash has also made Ari feel this way as well. Ash asked Ari if they wanted to see a “video of her lip-syncing a sexy song” which made Ari highly uncomfortable. And you can see that the use of the word ‘uncomfortable’ is used so many damn times and that's saying something. The actions that ash has and had committed are all so fucking sick and she knows it, but cannot bear to admit it because of her ego.

Ash has also admitted to Eve that she is a narcissist, but excused it saying that she was a good narcissist like Harry styles. How did harry styles even correlate to the fact that she is a fucking narcissist, it baffled me?

Ash’s continual flirting wouldn’t be too much of a problem if it hadn’t convinced multiple people that she had a crush on them. It caused them to question if she liked them or if it was just her normal personality because she made no indications that she didn’t like them, however, she did all of that while admitting to having a crush on someone who also had a crush on her. They weren’t in a relationship because Ash “doesn’t like labels” but still apparently liked the person back. Ash refused to stop flirting with other people or set any kinds of boundaries to make it more obvious that Ash liked the person back. Ash repeatedly told the person that she liked them but didn’t like labels which led to more heartbreak on the person’s behalf. When they told Ash this, she simply said that she didn’t like labels and continued flirting with others in her normal manner. What Ash has done is prey on those who don’t feel love and those who want affection, people who want someone, anyone, to care about them, and she puts herself out there as someone who truly cares and wants the best for everyone and begins manipulating people in many different ways, hurting them over and over again but getting away with it because they think she cares about them. She tricks people into thinking that she is nice and caring and sweet but she’s a manipulative and lying person who doesn’t care for anyone but herself. Maybe she was friendly and normal in the beginning but as time goes by you can see just how much she has truly changed, especially when she started getting more attention. When she was first receiving hate anons and death threats she handled them well and loved herself but the minute she started getting attention, she became suicidal and depressed. Not to say that this couldn’t happen, but all of these events make you question if that’s even true. If it is true then of course we would wish that she would get better and make a recovery, but the evidence doesn't make it seem like she truly cares.

As you can see it’s become a problem, and we are all knowledgeable of how many ‘problems’ this app already has. Ash has not only sexualized, harassed, and pressured other people who may I might add trusted her but has also been proved to do this on multiple occasions. If you’ve heard the most recent news here I’m sure you understand our need to abolish such behavior to preserve our small community of mutuals. And maybe this type of stuff isn’t big for you or maybe you don’t care, but this is important because maybe it won’t affect you but it might affect your mutual or someone on here you don’t want this happening to. We’re not in any way threatening anybody here. We want everyone safe and we couldn’t imagine our lives without any of you but we preferred this to be out in the open so that you can make your own decisions. Whether you stick with Ash or acknowledge her unfair actions towards others. You may not want to hear this but it had to be said. Too many of us are getting hurt or discouraged and yeah, maybe it was just for attention in her eyes for ‘fun’. But she can’t possibly have this many ‘feelings’ for that many people, she can’t be able to take advantage of these people's kindness because she feels like it. It's not right, and it's not fair. If this has been done to you or you’ve ever felt uncomfortable talking to Ash we want you to know it's not uncommon for many people who aren’t comfortable sharing have said it's happened to them. If you’re interested or would like proof of evidence contact Eve, Jae, or Lia for more information including screenshots of these conversations. Please do not go to the blogs we’ve mentioned unless they trust you or are close to you. Any inconvenience you cause them won't be in anyone's favor. Hopefully bringing awareness to this situation will prevent further harm to others in the future, and we all sincerely hope that you will avoid Ash and her harmful ways after reading this post.

As of right now, Ash has tried guilt tripping multiple people including @thesunsetsonthehorizon and @angel4you . She has began playing her sad and alone card again in an attempt to guilt them into staying friends with her, but don’t fall for it. Do not listen to her, and if you choose to do so, block her.

[drakenology]

I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki. 

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside. 

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree. 

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door. 

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this. 

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away. 

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki. 

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit. 

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest. 

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?” 

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep. 

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes. 

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men. 

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch. 

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21. 

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round. 

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table. 

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think. 

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him. 

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside. 

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall. 

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill. 

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.” 

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed. 

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him. 

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body. 

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot. 

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now. 

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch. 

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request. 

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go. 

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still. 

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers. 

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head. 

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand. 

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all. 

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi. 

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes. 

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him. 

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear. 

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe. 

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life. 

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head. 

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you. 

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot. 

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark. 

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release. 

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum. 

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm. 

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up. 

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind. 

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed. 

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow. 

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame. 

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks. 

bitch i.. i’m sick. 

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha dabi #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha oc

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and Dresses Part 2

Part 2 is here. I hope you will like it! Part 1, Part 3, Part 4  and Part 5 To my Powerpuff Girls ! I love you all <3 Many Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-readig!

@mayucerise @starkeraddictbaby

Iron Dad Tony

Since the Widow had learned his secret and been so understanding, Peter became a bit less careful. While he used to only wear his old skirt when he was alone in the compound, now he would wear his new clothes when only one or two people were present or if Natasha decided they needed special training nights, which were girls nights where they would train and then watch action movies while making fun of the bad scripts and stunts. They would also paint each other's nails and do each other's hair. It was awesome.

As promised, Natasha burned his old skirt to ashes, but with his consent. Three days later, she gifted Peter a frame with a small piece of the skirt inside and it made Peter’s heart swell with love.

He could now say that his old skirt had been awful; it had too many colors and some nasty stains, but it still had been his first, so he had put the small memorabilia on his shelf.

--

Today, Peter, Mr. Stark, and Dr. Banner were the only ones present at the compound, so Peter put on a nice skirt that was full of colors, and that kind of looked like silk. It was one of Peter’s new favorites because it would swirl and flare when he walked.

After dancing around for a bit, and watching the effect in the mirror of his bedroom at the compound, Peter decided it was time to work on his assignment for next week.

Peter was fully engrossed in his work when his phone buzzed loudly.

>> Kid, I know you’re busy with your assignment, but I have an emergency here. Could you come by? - TS

Without even thinking about it, Peter rapidly answered

<< Sure Mr. Stark. Omw

With that sent Peter left his bedroom, not remembering in his rush that he was still wearing his new skirt.

--

When Peter entered the workshop of Mr. Stark, the billionaire briefly took his eyes away from the armor he was working on.

“Kid, you may want to change before coming closer. Motor oil is a bitch to take out of silk.” The comment was said offhandedly, as if Mr. Stark wasn’t talking to his mentee wearing a fucking skirt.

Peter felt his cheeks redden, realizing he had left his room in such a hurry that he hadn’t thought to change. He was startled when Mr. Stark started to talk again.

“Pete, it’s kind of an emergency here. Can you change and move on, please?” The urgency in his mentor’s voice got Peter to move, but not to change. “Pete, you’re going to stain the skirt, come on.” But Peter didn’t listen.

“What do you need me for, Mr. Stark?”

The older man sighed but started to explain.

For three hours the two men worked seamlessly like they always do. When the part of the armor they were working on was done, Mr. Stark silently led Peter to the sofa in the lab. He made Peter spin once, to look over the skirt before he let Peter sit on the couch next to him.

“So, Petey Pie. When did you start to wear skirts, and why did you never tell me?” Mr. Stark sounded calm and not disgusted; Peter did not really know what to think about it. “And this isn’t silk. What for the love of Tesla is that thing?”

Peter sighed. Were they all going to criticize the type of skirts he was wearing and not the fact he was wearing them?

“I-I started to wear one, uh, 4 years ago?” Peter felt his cheeks redden again and bowed his head to look at his hands, avoiding Mr. Stark’s gaze. “I found it--well... it was truly horrid, Natasha burned i-” Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Stark cut him off with a frown.

“Wait, hold on, Underoos. Natasha knew before me?” The billionaire puts a hand on his chest; always one for dramatics. “Why? Wait, no, she’s a superspy. Did she guess?”

“She walked in on me,” Peter admitted. He felt rough fingers against his chin to lift his head up and force his eyes to meet his mentor.

“You know, when I was your age - a little younger maybe - I had a... well, Dad and--Dad called it a phase.” Peter knew his mentor had meant Dad and Obadiah Stane. It made Peter want to punch the guy. “For an entire month, I wore nothing but very short skirts.” Peter’s breath hitched at the confession, making Mr. Stark smirk. “To be honest, I only wore them to make my dad angry, but I still liked it, and those skirts made my ass look like sin. Well, everything makes my ass look like sin, but the skirts...they were really nice.”

“But, then, why did you stop? And why does no one know about that?” Peter asked with a small voice, still looking at his mentor even if the man had let go of his chin sometime before.

“I--They made me. If I am being honest, they paid a lot of people a lot of money to bury every piece of evidence from that month.” Mr. Stark frowned suddenly. “FRI, baby girl?”

“Yes, boss?” The AI answered.

“Do we still have pictures of that time?” There was a short silence before the AI starts to talk again.

“Yes boss, we do,” the mechanical voice sounded, amused.

“We should leak those one day.” Peter choked on nothing, making the older man wink at him. “Oh, and before I forget, FRI, call Thomas and tell him to bring skirts and dresses for my protegé.” FRIDAY didn’t answer, but Peter supposed she already was calling whoever Thomas was.

Mr. Stark stood, making a gesture at Peter to stay put, and went to a little room where he kept a small desk to do things that didn’t warrant going to his main office. He came back with a kraft envelope and sat back while he simply gave the envelope to Peter.

“I was supposed to give this to you on your Birthday, but I think there will be no better occasion than this one.” Peter watched the envelope dumbly, asking himself what was inside. “Open it up, kid.”

However, before Peter could move, FRIDAY started to talk again.

“Sir, Mr. Watson refuses to ‘clothe a man with a dress’.”

Tony lifted an eyebrow. “Fire him.” Peter opened his mouth to argue that there was no need to fire someone over him, but Mr. Stark continued. “Wait, was he insulting?”

“Yes, sir.” If she hadn’t been only code, Peter would have said FRIDAY was angry, but Peter was probably projecting.

“Ok, sue him and then fire him or the other way around. Let Legal take care of that. Shit, Pepper is going to kill me,” Mr. Stark muttered, standing up to start to pace.

“Mrs. Potts has not been using Mr. Watson’s services for some years, boss. Not after they had an argument about the place of women.” Peter saw his mentor getting angry at hearing that. “She has another tailor. His name is Richard Bernard and he comes highly recommended by Mrs. Potts. Should I call him?”

Mr. Stark huffed. “Yes, you do that. And FRIDAY? Next time someone treats my wife badly, tell me. While she can take care of herself, I refuse to continue to employ assholes. Tell her that.” Peter smiled softly at the ardor in his mentor’s demeanor. Mr. Stark breathed deeply and turned to Peter. “Now, kid, open the thing.” Mr. Stark made a wide gesture to the kraft envelope still on Peter’s lap.

Peter carefully pulled the tab and opened the envelope, taking the papers before looking up at Mr. Stark to make sure he could read them. Mr.Stark nodded, encouragingly, so Peter started to read and was startled at the content on the first paper. Peter frantically began to go through all of the papers, but they all said the same thing: Adoption.

When Peter looked up from the papers on his knees, it was to see Mr. Stark kneeling in front of him, watching Peter with a smile, and taking one of Peter’s hands inside his.

“We have known each other for years, and I would never hope for a better son than you, and for someone better to inherit Stark Industries when my time comes, Peter Parker.” Peter wanted to interrupt; wanted to tell the man that while Peter saw him as a dad too...that Peter would love nothing more on this earth than to be his son, but he was not worth it. He was only Peter, after all.

But Tony Stark knew him too well and just continued to talk, gently squeezing Peter’s hand. “You are smart, kind, and brave. I once told you that I wanted you to be better, and the truth is, you always were better. No, Peter, I may have changed the last decade or so, but at your age, I was nowhere as good as you. I would never have been a hero if I had received your powers. I am so proud of the man you have become, and I want to officially call you a son.”

“But--I know nothing about business,” Peter said lamely. It made Tony smile.

“Well, it’s not knowledge I was born with, you know. There are some classes you can take, and Pepper and I are ready to teach you everything we know. We would have done this sooner, but we wanted to give you until your 21st Birthday to be a normal kid.” Tony gently stroked Peter’s hand. “And before you ask, no, I do not care that you wear skirts or that you are bisexual. Yes, I know about that, I’ve seen how you watch the Soldier.” Peter wanted to deny it, but he really couldn’t because he currently had a very big and hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes. “There is nothing--except going to work for Hammer Tech, and maybe SHIELD--that will change the way I see you. You are my kid, Peter Parker. Will you agree to be my son?”

And what could Peter say? He loved the man like a father and looked up to him. He even loved the horrible dad jokes Mr. Stark started to tell every now and then.

“It-it would be my honor, d-dad.” And Peter couldn’t take it anymore as he jumped into his mentor’s...no, his father’s arms.

And if both of them cried while hugging the other for a long time, it was no one’s business.

--

Richard Bernard made Peter the most awesome clothes, but Peter had to admit that while he loved them, (silk was such a pleasure on his sensitive skin) the ones he bought with Natasha were still his favorites.

Natasha looked at him like he was a moron, but did not comment. Peter was emotional, so sue him.

Pepper gifted Peter with some make-up, and with Natasha’s help, they taught him how to use it.

Now that Peter had more freedom to put on his dresses, skirts, lace, and silk, he discovered that he did not crave it as much as before. He even started to have fun with his other clothes, especially since Tony gifted him a great collection of graphic tees with all the best science puns.

It’s not as if he didn’t want to be pretty anymore, Peter did, but it’s not a desperate need anymore. Some days he wanted to look cute, and others, he wanted jeans and t-shirts.

Peter was very lucky.

#mcu fanfiction #5+1 things #Still 6+1 #Winterspider endgame #winterspider #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #skirts and dresses

[kirain]

Hazbin Hotel and VivziePop Drama

I've been hearing/seeing a lot of drama concerning Hazbin Hotel and it's creator VivziePop, and while I don't know her personally or really care what people think, I do hate slander and the spread of misinformation. Truly nothing in this world upsets me more than when people believe rumours while making no effort to fact check, and that's exactly what's happening right now. That said, I wanted to try and clear up some of the rumours going around about Vivzie and the show, because I think some of them are absolutely outrageous and need to be addressed.

1. Vivzie hired an abuser onto the show.

Now, I’m not here to burn anyone at the stake, especially since I don’t know anything about Chris Niosi (the alleged abuser), who I believe openly admitted to the allegations? Regardless, this is a moot point. He’s not credited anywhere at the end of the episode. So either he was booted before production wrapped up or he had nothing to do with the show in the first place.

2. Vivzie supports bestiality.

Admittedly I thought this one might be true, since she draws so many anthropomorphic animals. In the very least, I figured she was probably a furry, but I haven't seen any evidence supporting this accusation either. Near as I can tell, this rumour started for two reasons. One, because of her famous Zoophobia comic, which revolves around a therapist named Cameron who gets assigned to work with human-like animals. Ironically, poor Cameron suffers from crippling zoophobia, which makes for some pretty decent comedy. I didn't read the whole comic because, quite frankly, it’s not my cup of tea and I just don’t have the time. But from what I saw there are no examples of bestiality anywhere in its contents.

Two, this message, which blew up all over social media:

To me, this just proves that people are more interested in virtue signalling than checking to see if their claims are actually true. Everything about this message is 100% false, which I’ll touch on in my next point.

3. Vivzie is a pedophile and she’s drawn child porn.

This is hands down the worst allegation and holy shit, I really wish people would stop using it to defame someone when they don't have any proof. This is a life-ruining accusation and you're disgusting if you believe it based solely on hearsay. This rumour began to spread when Vivzie allegedly shipped the two underage characters in the above photo and drew them NSFW-style. At the time, one character was 19 while the other was 14, and the relationship was a very illegal student-teacher relationship.

This is WRONG! The characters were not 14 and 19, they were actually 18 and 19, the legal age of consent! Additionally, the relationship wasn't student-teacher. One character is a student and the other is Alumni (a student teacher). This one pisses me off the most because it’s obvious the person who sent that message didn’t even bother to conduct any research. They said, “He’s a teacher, she’s a child.” Both characters are MALE!

Since then, Vivzie has apologised for any NSFW art she drew in the past and stated that it's not a reflection of her art today, and I'm inclined to believe her. Almost every artist has drawn NSFW content at some point in their career, and hers wasn't even distasteful. Other than this one example, there is no evidence anywhere that suggests she’s drawn “child porn”. In fact, she’s never even drawn explicit NSFW.

Please stop spreading this rumour. It’s dangerous and completely incorrect.

4. Vivzie said the "N" word!

No, she didn’t. It was a fabricated tweet. That is all.

5. Vivzie is copyright striking every video that criticises her!

No she isn't. YouTube’s DMCA is automatically striking people who are using full clips without permission. Vivzie has gone public several times, telling people exactly how to avoid getting a copy strike from the algorithm, which is something she absolutely does not have to do. At this point, she doesn't owe you anything. In my opinion, she should just sit back and watch these channels burn.

6. Vivzie copies and traces other artists’ work.

This is another one I’ve seen going around, but I looked into it as thoroughly as I could and failed to find any concrete evidence to support the allegations. As of right now, there are only two examples of Vivzie “copying” or “tracing” other artists’ work, and both of them can be explained. The first is a gif she made with a character from her Zoophobia comic, which looked a lot like the girl from ME!ME!ME!:

Damn, that’s pretty incriminating. She obviously stole-- oh, wait. This gif was part of a ME!ME!ME! MEP (multi editor’s project) and Vivzie didn’t take full credit, despite the fact that it’s not even a direct trace. It’s supposed to look like the original, which she fully cited. The second example comes from a short dance sequence from her Timber video, which seems to have been inspired by several Disney movies. As Vivzie herself stated, that was an homage to the original animations. Lots of artists and shows do this, including the beloved Stephen Universe series.

Regardless, this doesn’t count as stealing character designs or plagiarising someone’s work. It’s meant to be respectful, an admiration of other projects. Other than these two instances, however, there is no evidence of her tracing or stealing other people’s art. From what I’ve discovered, all other designs she’s been accused of “stealing” are characters she bought and paid for. They’re quite literally HER characters.

7. Vivzie supports problematic creators.

I’m getting really tired of guilt by association. Vivzie follows and enjoys some controversial figures, but who cares? We can argue all day about whether or not the accusations against them are true, but it ultimately has nothing to do with the show or Vivzie as a person. I do the exact same thing, to be honest-- follow and listen to people on all sides so I can learn, understand, and form my own opinions. The fact that some people think this is bad, to me, is absolutely mesmerising. Vivzie doesn’t control what the people she follows post, and if they do something overly questionable she publicly criticises and denounces it.

From Vivzie:

Now that that’s been dealt with, I’d like to address some complaints/claims about the actual show.

8. Vaggie is an angry Latina stereotype and a lesbian stereotype. Vivzie is appropriating Hispanic culture and misrepresenting the gay for profit.

First off, I see a lot of people passing around yet more misinformation regarding Vivzie's race. So many people seem to think she's white? Well, I'm here to tell you they're wrong. Very incorrect. Vivzie is in fact Latina, and Vaggie is meant to mirror some of her own personality traits.

Second, who is Vaggie mad at? Context matters, and if we take a look at the episode, we see that Vaggie is literally only mad at two specific people: Angel Dust and Alastor. Why? Well, for starters, it's her girlfriend's dream to run a rehab hotel for sinners, and Angel Dust nearly demolishes that dream single-handedly. Vaggie has every right to be over-the-top vitriolic. Then there's Alastor, a known sadist, narcissist, and murderer who loves trapping people in his nefarious schemes. He invites himself in, effectively takes over the hotel, and pushes both her and Charlie aside. At one point he even sexually assaults her by slapping her butt during his musical number. So yeah, I think her seething ire is totally justified. Keep in mind, however, that when she's around Charlie she's calm, collected, and happy. I wouldn't call that a stereotype.

Thirdly, the lesbian stereotypes. I keep hearing this argument but I really don't see it. Both Vaggie and Charlie have so much personality and trust for each other. Maybe I'm wrong, but the stereotype I know always totes a more butch, tomboyish woman with a ditsy, innocent, naive woman. Charlie is optimistic, but she isn't stupid. She refuses to shake Alastor’s hand because she knows he’s likely trying to screw her over. She’s also not entirely innocent herself and uses words like “fuck” and “shit”. I also wouldn’t call Vaggie butch or tomboyish. She has a cute, girly presentation, complete with a pink ribbon in her hair, lace stockings, and a dress. She's protective of her girlfriend, as I think we all are with our partners, and there's nothing wrong with that. They're flawed characters, as every character is meant to be. This isn't a problem.

9. The show is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, blah, blah, blah.

I’m amazed this is even an argument. The show is supposed to be a dark comedy that takes place in HELL. You know, the place the worst of the worst end up after they die? What were you expecting? Everyone gets a shot or two fired at them, but that doesn't make them bad characters nor does it make the show itself horrible. Take, for example, Katie Killjoy, the news reporter so many people are up in arms about. She says she doesn’t “touch the gays” because she has “standards”. Well, here’s a newsflash of my own: we’re not supposed to like her! She’s an antagonist. Not to mention ten seconds later Charlie insults her and isn’t the least bit slighted by her pretentious attitude. The characters are strong and don’t take shit from anyone, because to some degree they’re all terrible people who can throw down when it’s called for.

Obviously if you don’t like the show or think it’s offensive, I’m probably not going to change your mind. That’s perfectly fine. You’re entitled to your opinions and you don’t have to watch the show. Just stop lying and stop trying to take it away from everybody else. Stop attacking Vivzie and spreading misinformation without checking the facts. I realise a lot of people probably aren’t trying to be vindictive and only want to do something good, but just remember this: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #vivzie #alastor #angel dust #vaggie #charlie #timber #stephen universe #drama #radio demon

[therealvinelle]

Your theory on Luca being a predator to his nieces is so interesting! I've never looked at it like that, but it makes so much sense. I've wondered before that maybe Renata had experienced some kind of trauma to make her develop those abilities, but I hadn't considered Luca as the perpetrator before. Do happen to have more headcanons about Renata, and her recruitment into the Volturi aka rescue from her family? I'd love to hear about them if you do :)

It’s something I can’t really unsee. And it might have remained a half crack theory if it was just Luca turning his nieces, Makenna at 26 isn’t even that young, but for the fact that Renata’s gift is exactly how I’d design an anti-rape gift. It doesn’t just make her untouchable, the deflected party don’t realize they’ve been deflected in the first place, meaning no negative repercussions for Renata for not putting out.

That gift would be an odd coincidence if another vampire, any other Twilight vampire had it. But it’s Renata who gets it. So, either she just randomly got herself an anti-rapist repulsion field because the Twilight gift lottery is funny like that, or she was given away as a bride to a monster who could hurt her family if she didn’t comply.

Just, that gift is way too specialized.

Further, I think Makenna’s story gives us a horrifying clue. “Makenna was one of the chosen ones. She looked forward to her fate (...)”

So does this line in Renata’s story: “She was changed into a vampire by her great-uncle, Luca on her 20th birthday.“ Both these women were chosen some time before they were reaped, and in Makenna’s case she was groomed. It stands to reason Renata was as well, and since she was turned at 20, one can only wonder when exactly that happened. Now, in Makenna’s case it looks like her parents thought this was a positive thing, or if they didn’t then Makenna didn’t pick up on the fact that this was not a happy ending. With Renata, we don’t know for sure, although I think her gift is something of a sad, sad clue there.

What I think, given that Luca is the family benefactor and wanted these brides to help protect the family, is that he used their love and loyalty to their families to get these women to sacrifice themselves. Not to mention if they refused, he could just ask another woman in the family, and then you have these women Katniss-ing it up

There’s the fact that Luca wanted the consent of these women beforehand (what consent, I ask, when they’re groomed beforehand, the family welfare is at stake, and the power imbalance is off the scale) which would make them easier to control as vampires. If they’re dragged kicking and screaming to the altar, they’ll just run for the hills when they wake up. Making them agree beforehand ensures their compliance.

Anyway, I think Renata was well and truly stuck with Luca, probably either pretending she couldn’t control her gift or else neglecting to learn how to control it. It would have been an unbearably tense situation, with Luca wanting his bride already, and her family being disappointed in her for failing this simple task, or pretending to be anyway, maybe her aging mother was praising God for protecting her daughter. Renata did have a major saint thing going there, as she martyred herself for her family and God made her untouchable to men so she might keep her virtue intact. I digress.

Enter Aro, and suddenly Renata can leave, and by doing so she’s protecting her family. Luca can’t argue with that, in fact now he has to be grateful to his bride for running off. It’s an all round victory for Renata.

And I imagine the reason why these humans who were technically in the know (more on that when I answer your next ask) weren’t all killed was a courtesy to Renata, and so that Aro wouldn’t eternally have a shield who hated him. Slaughtering the family of the girl who’ll be keeping you alive for eternity is just not a good move. As for Luca living to tell the tale, well, if Aro has just argued the humans aren’t breaking the law, then the vampire responsible isn’t breaking the law either. And the Volturi follow the law to a fault, the furthest they’ll go to take someone out unlawfully is let someone else do it. I also imagine Luca has made the family rather dependent on him, or made them think they are, anyway. He’s had plenty of opportunity to gaslight generations of this poor family. Which in turn would keep Renata from wanting him dead. Ugh, Luca.

Hope that answers your question!

#renata #makenna #volturi #luca #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #luca is just the worst #runasyoulike #ask

[sparklesparklekoushi]

Choose Your Glucose Guardian! (Ushijima Wakatoshi Ver.)

This is part one of a seven part series based on some of the Haikyuu! Captains.

This was originally posted on my Ao3 here: link

Minor spoiler-ish? Mentions a timeskip! team.

That’s all, enjoy!!

You don’t even know how you got here. You were in bed, in a really really oversized shirt with nothing under it. But no, nothing had happened prior to that. You were snuggled up to none other than Japan's volleyball ace, Ushijima Wakatoshi. A movie was playing in the background, probably The Princess Diaries for the nth time during the week. It was a normal occurrence, at night you would find yourself in one of his jerseys or snuggly shirts that were at least 2 times bigger than you, snuggled up to him watching the same damn movie or some other teen flick until who knows what hour.

He would fall asleep faster than you would, but you wouldn't have it any other way this way, you could stare at him lovingly without having to hide it. This way you could admire his peaceful features in contrast to how cold and stoic he looks when he is awake. He doesn't snore, but sometimes you'd catch him sleep talking about volleyball if you're lucky enough. When that would happen you would giggle and smile at what you would hear. But then again, you shouldn't be feeling this way at all…

After all, these were against unspoken rules…

The unspoken rules of being a sugar baby

Yes, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Ace of the Schwieden Adlers, was your sugar daddy.

Yet why did you feel this way?

Maybe it was the way he held you close, like you were something to protect. Or it was in the way he actually smiled when he was with you. Was it the fact that he wasn’t much older than you either? He was only 27 and you were 21, not much of an age difference there and that made you bond, you could say, even closer.

Another thing is that Ushijima would never do anything you wouldn’t consent to. He knew his boundaries and knew how to respect your space. In fact, he was more of a friend at this point than someone who was supposed to be spoiling you nonstop. He just appreciated your company while you loved his company. You didn’t need fancy gifts or anything lavish, you honestly just wanted him. You, if you were to consider him as a friend, really wanted to take things to the next level.

But then, who were you to be anything but a plaything to get bored of? You were just a university student, an art student at that. You were just an expressive mess who was in love with someone who truly isn’t yours. You weren’t poor, in fact, you had a stable internship at an art gallery and your boss says you would make it big someday. You sell cute art and it's fun and fulfilling, so why were you in this situation.

It was another day at an art fair, but this art fair was somewhat different. You weren’t at some anime convention or anything like that, you were selling your original art at a local art fair. You were all dressed up as this took place at a fancy gallery. It was fun, but then this was sort of a test of how much you would sell. You were honestly scared, since this could be a stepping stone to becoming a recognized artist.

Some people had bought your art pieces and it made you happy, you didn’t really know how to price things at first, but your art teacher at your uni had helped you throughout the whole process, in fact, they were the reason you were here now. You were seated at your table, taking a break from talking to all these people when you were approached by a red haired man who seemed to be in the same age group as you.

Woah, that's cool, wish I was this big at that age… you thought to yourself.

He smiled at you when you met each other's eyes, “Excuse me, but would you happen to know the artist of these paintings?”

He was pointing in the direction of your most prized painting, the most expensive one at that. It was your definition of love at that time, a whimsical, beautiful thing.

You nodded, “Yes, that would be me.”

He smiles a little shocked, “Woah that's cool, how old are you? Aren’t you too young to be here?”

You knew he was joking as you both laughed, “For the record, I’m 20. So no, I don’t think I'm that young to be here.”

He nods in respect, “I’m Tendou, Tendou Satori. I’m actually asking about the painting for a friend.”

“(l/n) (y/n). If I may ask, who is willing to buy my painting?”

“I am.” A deep voice says sending shivers down your spine.

You looked behind you to see a tall man who seemed to be the same age as Tendou. And as much as you hate to admit it, he was really good looking.

You learned when talking to him that he was Ushijima Wakatoshi, and the Ace of Japan’s men's volleyball team. Soon enough he asked you to make him another painting… but that didn’t go that well at first.

Some things had happened and your family disowned you completely as you shifted to a full time art major. You argued with them constantly recently as they never supported you… And I guess going to local art fairs proved that you would not listen to them… so a few days later you were disowned. You didn’t know what to do, but you did have enough money for now, to last through the semester.

Eventually however, you had to call Ushijima to tell him about how you would not be able to produce his painting anytime soon. He had been talking to you for a while now, about mundane things like your lives. He thought you were a breath of fresh air and that was when he suggested it.

You were hesitant at first, but he reassured you that he would never do anything that you didn’t like. So you agreed to his somewhat proposal.

So just like that, it's been a year since that has happened. In all honesty, you could walk away from all of this now as you can stand on your own feet and all that. But Ushijima wouldn't let you go. He would always say that he wanted you to stay with him until you finished college at least or he would make other excuses.

You just wish he would do that out of the fact that he wanted to love you for you, and not because you were some fragile girl.

That night, you couldn’t take it any longer. Your thoughts piling up and eating at you were causing you to think of crazy things, so in the middle of the night, you left his house. You wandered out in his old shirt and some leggings as it was a cold night. You brought your phone but put it on airplane mode so you could listen to music. It was going to be a rough night for sure…

Ushijima stirred awake to find you missing from his arms. He was extremely worried. He tried calling you and giving you some time, but as 30 minutes passed and you didn’t answer, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to find you. He heard you crying a few nights ago, and he wondered why. He thought that he might not be giving you enough art supplies or something, but he wanted you to tell him. So he hinted these things at you through the way Tendou had taught him.

He was honestly sick of this no feelings and strings attached relationship. He truly wanted to love you, but he was scared that you didn’t see him as anything more than a person to talk to, or dare he say it, a friend. He called up Tendou to help him and his friend sighed over the phone saying; “You better make her your girlfriend after this or I’m going to make her my sugar baby.”

That was enough of a push for him to find you and do what's right.

It was getting late, and both males had no hint of where you had gone. They had checked almost everywhere. That’s until Ushijima had realized that there would be a place you would 100% be in, the art gallery where you first met. It would be open until this time as it was open 24/7… plus, you interned there. He sent a text to Tendou to meet him there as he ran over to the place. And there you were, headphones in, about to enter the building. He came up to you and enveloped you into a hug, a hug that made you feel loved.

“Be mine.” He says as your eyes widen.

You’ve never felt so happy in your entire life, and with that, you shared a kiss under the moonlight.

#ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #shiratorizawa imagine #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #sugar daddy au #haikyuu captains

[deathtodickens]

About Ages Chapter 30

It's taking longer than anticipated, obviously, as I've spent the past month or so drawing a lot. My brain doesn't move well between the two things, writing a lot and drawing a lot. Or I haven't figured out how to get it to do that in a more time-efficient manner.

I've recently gone back into writing mode and figured it's been four years... almost five. I'll post some bits and pieces.

I am about 90% done with this chapter. It's the last stretch of 10 that I have to get through and that's taking some time.

If you're new to Ages, you can find it on AO3. It starts when Myka is nine years old and, in this latest chapter, Myka turns 21.

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“I’m trying to take you away from this place so that I can be a certain way with you after three months of being away from you—"

“Be a certain way with me?”

“Have my certain way with you, actually. And you’re picking fights, long wordy fights, with your stepmother. I don’t want to sit through another lecture, Myka,” the irony, Myka thinks, as she is being lectured, “I want to steal you away from this place, undress you, and be this certain way with you. Then I want to fall asleep in your arms for twelve hours straight because I am physically exhausted, you are emotionally exhausted and, for once in our lives, I don’t have a flight to catch tomorrow.”

Myka hadn’t even thought about how much time they might not have until now. She hadn’t even thought to ask. She just assumed it wouldn’t be enough because it never is enough. There is never enough time for them to just be.

Helena has Myka backed against the inside of her bedroom door. She is stunned by Helena’s need to take control of this situation, or just pretending to be stunned. What she truly is, is tired and she doesn’t have the energy to fight for that control. She is happy to leave all of this, Helena’s certainties about ways in which she wants to be with Myka, in her very capable and long-missed hands.

For the first time, in a long time, Helena is grasping at Myka’s hips, moving searching hands around Myka’s waist. And Myka is reflecting on the way Helena’s hands move around her, holding her tight, pulling their hips closer together. The way Helena doesn’t move her hands any lower than the small of her back. The way Helena putting limitations on her own access to Myka’s ways is still giving Myka all of the control.

There is so much warmth, desire, and pleasure, even in this small touch. In Helena’s need to hold herself back for the sake of Myka’s comfort.

“Helena,” comes out a breathy exasperation between Myka’s lips. She doesn’t mean to say it this certain way, she’s just exhausted all over. And after all of that whatever it was with Jane, there is very little else that Myka wants to say.

All of the fighting and arguing puts her in a really bad place but it also puts her in exactly the place for this situation. This certain way Helena is trying to be with her. Where Myka gives up control to Helena and allows herself to be taken care of, rather than doing all of the care taking.

“I realized something in these last three months we’ve been apart,” Helena says softly. “You’re always doing all of the talking. I can never get a word in edgewise. For a girl who never used to say a word to me, it’s funny that you’re always the one talking now. Telling me why we don’t work, reminding me why we’re not together, avoiding my touch.”

“I’m not avoiding your touch,” Myka smiles, “I just prefer to be the one doing the touching.”

Helena squints at her but doesn’t respond to that. “You know what else I realized?”

Helena is close enough to kiss and Myka tries to do just that, but Helena pulls away with a smile, biting down on her lip.

“I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are.”

Myka laughs. “You have me confused with the other, actually pretty daughter, in this family.”

“I definitely do not have you confused with your little sister, Myka,” Helena says this suddenly serious, annoyed, rolling her eyes.

Myka shakes her head and huffs out a breath of amusement.

Helena squints at her again and tilts her head and that’s beautiful, that gesture, the expression that pretends to be annoyed by anything Myka does. She is the beautiful one. There’s no reason both things cannot be true but Myka doesn’t believe herself to be beautiful. Certainly not more so than so many of the people Helena has known and loved. Not enough to even compare.

“That you think I’m joking is only further motivation to prove to you that I am, in fact, not.”

“I believe that you believe it,” Myka whispers, testing Helena’s commitment to this fantasy, “doesn’t make it true.”

Helena sighs. “You are beautiful, Myka. More and more beautiful every time I see you. Even when you’re frustrated and feeling vulnerable. Like now.”

Myka looks away.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think you were right about not knowing how you’d feel, about your father’s death. You were right, more than you expected to be. You didn’t know how you’d feel then. You don’t know how it’s impacting you now. But I think it’s hitting you in a way you can’t easily see or… don’t want to.”

“Maybe you just think too much?”

“Maybe Jane was right about you hurting the people you love the most?”

Myka looks away again but says, “Why should it hit me at all? I’m not sad he’s gone.”

“Who said anything about you being sad, Myka? It could be anything. Frustrated? Lost? Untethered?” Myka laughs at that last suggestion. It could almost be true. It’s the closest, she thinks, any word has come to explaining how she feels right now even if she’s a little bit offended by the implication Warren still has that much control over her. “And how could it not impact you? He was your father.”

Myka inhales deeply.

“Why else would you treat Jane the way you did?”

“I didn’t treat her any kind of way,” Myka’s eyes are back on Helena now. Challenging. “She’s drinking and picking fights.”

“Myka. You called her an alcoholic, in so many words, over a glass of wine. You accused her of not loving your mother enough to want to be with her. You told her to break up with her. Jane? I grew up admiring the love she has for your mother, I know you saw it, too. I know that you know it’s different.”

“You’re not here, Helena, you wouldn’t know. They’ve been arguing a lot.”

Helena puffs out a small laugh, lowering her head for a moment. Causing all of those too-short bangs to fall into her face.

“Because arguing with someone means that you don’t love them,” Helena says as Myka reaches up to push Helena’s hair back behind her ear.

“That’s probably how they lost Claudia.”

“Is that what you think?” Helena asks, her gaze moving back up. Myka doesn’t acknowledge that question. “Is that part of the reason for this?” Helena asks, pointing to Myka’s forehead and setting a gentle finger over a crinkle of frustration. “Because you think they’re to blame for Claudia being away?”

“You’re not here,” Myka repeats softly, bringing her hands to Helena’s shoulders, not knowing where else to place them.

“I know,” Helena whispers, her hold on Myka’s waist tightening, pulling them closer together, “and I’m sorry for that. I will never stop being sorry for leaving you.” Their foreheads come together, the tips of their noses touch. “Can I kiss you?”

Myka doesn’t know why she asks. Why she thinks she needs to but because she does, because whatever she’s trying to do with or to Myka would swiftly translate into her winning this discussion, (and Myka’s sure this is, somehow, a race) Myka says, “No.”

Helena smiles at that answer. At the force behind its delivery.

Myka doesn’t expect Helena to step back, to completely remove her hands from Myka’s waist, or her lips from their proximity to Myka’s lips. Helena takes a whole step back and leans against the wall adjacent to Myka’s bedroom door.

“Myka, we both know that you can argue with someone you love without falling out of love with them. It sounds like Jean and Jane are just under a lot of stress. Your mother is grieving, and Jane is just trying to give her space to do that. Even if she’s a little hurt that your mother still has this connection with your father.”

Myka sighs her frustration.

“See? Frustrated. And beautiful.”

“I’d be less frustrated if you weren’t trying to make out with me while having a deeply emotional conversation about all three of my parents.”

Helena smiles and blinks ever so slowly and says, “I’m sorry,” followed by, “did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Myka moves to lean her side against that wall, too, still facing Helena.

“No kiss?”

“In thirteen years, have I ever meant it?”

“You’ve never said it to me before.”

Myka sighs and turns so that her back is against the wall now, “You already kissed me. So why are you asking now?”

“It’s called consent, Myka.”

Myka turns to Helena with an annoyed look and tells her to shut her pretty mouth.

“I’m not trying to be funny,” Helena says, even as she is laughing. She reaches a hand down toward Myka’s leg and extends a single finger to touch, gently, the skin just below Myka’s dress. Myka can see beyond the warmth and the desire now. She can see that there is fire in Helena’s eyes. That she has been waiting, far longer than those three months since they’d last seen each other, to be here with Myka, like this. “I mean it. And I’m asking because it won’t just be a kiss.”

Myka saves her the trouble, for now.

She moves in, with her back still against the wall, closer to Helena and presses a light kiss to the other woman’s lips. It reminds her of a time in high school, when they would stand this way outside of Vanessa’s class waiting for the bell to ring. Myka had only dreamt of what this might feel like back then, to have the nerve to be in control, to kiss this very woman who stands before her, without hesitation or intimidation.

As they part in the present, more of Helena’s fingers extend to the skin of Myka’s leg, just below her dress. Reaching and curling toward black fabric. Lifting the edge of her dress up.

“So you ask for a kiss,” Myka smiles, “but you cop a feel with no warning?”

Every hint of Helena’s teasing smile is gone now. She is looking back at Myka with a burn in her eyes that Myka hasn’t seen in years.

“I’m sorry,” Helena says again, softly.

Myka doesn’t know why she keeps apologizing. Why this is a thing she suddenly does, and with such ease, now. Helena clears her throat and removes her touch from Myka’s leg and Myka instantly regrets saying anything at all. That playful mood of Helena’s has slipped entirely away. Disintegrated before her eyes.

Helena stands straight and moves herself in front of Myka.

“I don’t know how to ask you what I want to ask of you, so I’m just going to say what I think will best relay what it is that I want.” Myka waits, brow arched, as Helena leans in close to whisper, eyes closed, almost against Myka’s lips. “I’ll go slow and you tell me when you want me to stop.”

Myka grins as she plucks a perfect memory from the recesses of her mind. She tells Helena, just as softly, just as close, “Someone once told me we don’t have to be so cryptic about sex.”

“You can’t take the dress off.”

“Wait, are you just turned on because I’m wearing a dress?”

Helena says nothing but puts a few inches of space between them, bites down on her lower lip.

“For the record, I’m not judging you. It’s just new,” Myka thinks, “because I don’t ever wear a dress.”

“I won’t lie to you. And you did wear a dress at Jeannie’s wedding. But you took it off before we had reconciled entirely.”

“Wow,” Myka’s smile grows wide, thinking back to where they were just three months ago, “you were undressing me with your eyes during Jeannie’s wedding, weren’t you?”

Helena is quiet and staring again.

“I’m not a toy, Helena.” Myka teases.

“Oh, shut your beautiful mouth.”

#bering and wells #age gap fic #the age gap fic #dickens's #dickens writes

[cyclone-rachel]

i loved you yesterday || a wandavision fic

AO3 link

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Vision came into consciousness- awoke- into this world loving her.

Loving Wanda- his wife, even if he can’t remember when they got married, or what they were wearing, how the proposal went.

He’s not even sure who proposed, or what their vows were, or how they made the decision to move to Westview, New Jersey.

(It’s supposed to be on purpose, isn’t it? They are an unusual couple- that was never in question. It feels right, acting out this role with her. They were meant to be together, meant to be here, and even more so recently, he wants to focus on the future.)

But when he’s looked at her, he’s thought that none of it matters. He’s there with her, and now with their children- and though he can’t remember how that happened either, he loves them too.

He still loves them, of course. Even with their rapid aging, he’s getting to know them, and learns more with each passing day.

(And what is loving someone if not truly knowing them, especially for someone who is incapable of forgetting anything?)

Wanda... she is a different story.

With her, he is at a disadvantage, in the way that anyone is- she has always been able to read him. It’s one of his favorite things about her, that she can understand people with such ease. And with him especially, when few people even try (and for obvious reasons at the moment, he can’t let them) ... it’s no surprise that he stays close to the only one he knows who really can.

But he cannot, as much as he’d like to (with her consent) read her mind, or gain access to her emotions. Their connection has become one-sided, at best.

Which is what frustrates him so, when they aren’t on the same page… and, given what he’s recently discovered, that happens to be much of the time- the disagreements bubbling right below the surface, cracks in their foundation as though the ground beneath their home will split open and take their new life with it once the two of them reach a breaking point. Something may erupt between them, and soon- he only hopes that their children won’t be among the casualties.

It never used to be a disadvantage for the two of them. They were always so in-sync, of the same mind, and no matter what happened before Westview, he believes that such was the case back then, too. And he wants to trust Wanda, when she says that she doesn’t know what’s happening, that even with her incredible powers she’s not truly in control of all of this.

He isn’t sure of what his original programming was, who created him and gave life to his systems. But he is certain- he cannot be selfish, and lose himself in his new role as a father, or put so much faith in his wife that he ignores those who are suffering around him. He has to, as unnatural as it feels, ignore the statistics telling him that Wanda is most likely telling the truth, at least until everyone else is safe.

(How long has it been, really? How long has Norm, for example, been here, connection severed from his family? Is his name truly Norm? What of Agnes, or Herb, or anyone else he’s interacted with in this town?

What of Geraldine, and her seeming disappearance from this world altogether?)

He knows that Norm was not specific, when he mentioned a “she” who was in his head. That, coupled with Wanda’s denial, could point to someone else being in true control- but then again, didn’t he seem to trust that only Vision himself could stop whoever this was? Hasn’t Wanda told him (he assumed colloquially, but…) that she had everything under control, and merely asked if she couldn’t when he told her she couldn’t control him like the others? Hadn’t she said that they didn’t need to leave, when he brought up the possibility? Wasn’t she about to dismiss his fears, make another choice for him that he didn’t ask for or have a say in, before they were interrupted?

Isn’t she the one who this “anomaly” is named for, from the perspective of those on the outside?

It’s easy enough to excuse himself, from the Halloween festivities. Especially with the re-introduction of Pietro- he and Wanda take the children, and he sets off alone, in the costume Wanda chose for him. He sees less and less movement as he goes- repetitive motion, stilted speech, those affected acting as though they are caught in a time loop, unable to be set free. And eventually, they don’t move at all.

He could release them- but it would just be worse, inciting even more panic, until he can figure all of this out, and reach those who sent the email to his office.

(S.W.O.R.D.

Doctor Darcy Lewis.

Words he should know; concepts he should be aware of… but it’s the idea of Maximoff’s Anomaly that makes him forge forward)

Vision sheds his costume (he didn’t want to wear it anyway, he feels as though he is wearing a costume every moment outside of his house regardless), and floats above the town wearing his true face, gazing down upon it all. The wind is… well, there is no point in describing it if it’s hardly there to begin with. There are lights, and sounds, but they seem to be clustered in one part of the town, and both are scattered around beyond it, only appearing sporadically once they reach the outskirts, eventually dying out.

There’s one road, that seems to encircle the town- and a car stopped right before it, that he stops to focus on. Vision lands quietly, not bothering to put his costume back on, before seeing that Agnes is the car’s sole occupant, dressed in a witch costume, her hair streaked with silver.

He talks to her. She seems to be more capable of speech than the others- perhaps because, in Wanda’s eyes, she is a major character, regardless of how far away she is. But she doesn’t look at him, and seems like she doesn’t know him… until he touches her head, using the same action he unknowingly performed to unlock Norm’s true personality.

She calls him one of the Avengers.

(noun: a person who takes revenge for an offense, a person who takes revenge on behalf of someone else.)

(He’s not sure what he did before to receive such a distinction, but from the context, he takes the name to be associated with heroism, and helping people. There are others like him- are they looking for him? Do they wait for him outside the boundary?

Was Wanda an Avenger too? Was that how they fell in love?)

She knows him- Agnes, if that is her real name, takes his hands and asks him if he’s there to help them.

Of course I am. Of course I will- I was already planning on it.

And I hope Wanda will, too.

She wonders why he doesn’t know… and then tells him he’s dead.

He wants to argue- but she sounds so insistent, and keeps repeating the word, perhaps so it will sink into him and stay there, among his essential systems. So he takes it, takes her telling him that Wanda won’t let anyone think about leaving, takes her laughter, until he puts her back under, his hand shaking ever so slightly.

She doesn’t notice. She doesn’t act like she’s looking at anyone out of the ordinary, as she wishes him a happy Halloween, and turns around- goes back to a place without dead Avengers or nearly immobile neighbors.

Then it’s him alone, at the corner of Rolling Hill Drive and Ellis Avenue, the stop sign below the street distinctions looking more like a warning than ever.

But still he walks forward, across the street, into what appears to be a field before him- until the air flickers before him, glowing brighter blue as he approaches. It seems to be a tightly-knit grid, or like static, red and green and blue, continuing to warp and flicker as he gets closer.

The part of the boundary before him seems to look like a door- or perhaps that is an illusion, what he wants to see, to convince him that this is the right decision.

(he doesn't need convincing)

But nonetheless, he places one hand against it, then the other…

And when he emerges, he’s aware of a red glow behind him. He takes one step, two, three- the boundary seems to hold onto his cape, he can’t quite pull it out all the way- and with each step there is more pain.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts-

Focus. What do you see?

Cars. People. Lights.

Military?

They are all looking at me.

They are pointing their guns in my direction.

Someone is speaking.

“He really does want out, doesn’t he?”

It feels like he is straining against a magnet, one more powerful than he can imagine, as he falls to his knees- a part of him flies off, and he doesn’t care about retrieving it. He’s not even sure what part is gone. He suspects it doesn't matter.

A woman’s voice.

“Stop! He’s coming apart!”

None of them, besides her, are moving either, as he grits what humans would consider teeth, and tries his hardest not to scream, mind too overcome by hurt to think.

Another voice, but this time in his head.

Don’t worry, Dad. It’s all right.

Billy, he thinks, holds onto the memories of his sons as he continues to lose himself. He may die here, trying to talk to the outside, letting himself fall apart so nobody else can, but for them, for everyone else…

They’re worth it.

The woman on the outside is handcuffed to a truck.

“Help him!”

That’s right. But I don’t need it as much.

“Help!” he manages, hoping they can hear him- hoping they care. “The people need help!”

He’s reaching out to them, wants them to understand that he comes in peace.

(if they know him, and understand he's an Avenger, they will. But then again, they may not be so receptive to a message from a ghost.)

But his hand is coming apart, more of him is falling away. Soon, unless Billy or Wanda get to him in time, there won’t be anything left to save.

He can’t stand anymore. He lies on the ground, feeling as though his body is burning, thinking of his children.

Hold on, Vis.

Wanda.

But she’s not beside him- instead, he feels the barrier around him, encroaching on the world he has found himself in.

Then, suddenly, he’s back inside Westview.

He’s intact, and whole- Wanda has healed him.

But, he notes as he finds himself surrounded by a circus, she has also brought in new inhabitants- and he’s not sure how this will affect her, or how much longer she can keep Westview under her sway.

(How long will she be able to keep him, or their children?)

He doesn’t know if his message will get out. Doesn’t know if he wants to remember what happened to him on the outside as an Avenger, or how he died.

~

He doesn’t want to go home that night.

#papa don't look #wandavision spoilers #fanfics #wandavision #the vision #vision #wandavision episode 6 #*publishes a fic 8 hours before a new episode* livin' on the edge #anyway this is my first ever marvel fic #i hope it's okay

[msjr0119]

Hold On

Part 7- No wonder she ran away..

Nobody got injured at the Homecoming ball, they all get separated into different safe houses- for safety.

Riley and Drake had confirmed that they had feelings for each other, however Drake believed Riley should be with Liam. Heartbroken, she moves back to New York. Only keeping in touch with Hana, Maxwell and Olivia.

Riley meets lawyer, Nate Cooper and begins a relationship with him. In Cordonia, Drake begins to court Kiara.

Nine months after Riley had left Cordonia- there is a reunion, but not the reunion the friends had hoped for.

*Characters belong to Pixelberry*

If you are under 18 please do not read this series. If you do, you are consenting that you are over the age.

Series warnings: Suicide, domestic abuse, swearing, stabbing, smut 🍋. If any of these triggers affect you do not read!

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******

Everyone was now exhausted, it had been days since Riley’s tragic accident and no one had heard from Drake as of yet. Their eyes all like piss hole in snow. Every time they had rung, it went straight to voicemail.

Bastien was now getting frustrated, not only was everyone worrying about Riley – but now Drake. He decided to take some responsibility. Drake grew up losing his Dad and then Bianca left abruptly- knowing Drake he would have taken every step to get here as soon as possible. He knew Drake inside and outside- he classed him as his own son.

“Hello? Bast?”

“Drake, where are you? Everyone has been contacting you regarding Lady Riley!”

“I haven’t heard from anyone Bastien, I swear… What is the matter with Brooks?”

“Drake, you need to come to New York now! I’ll arrange the flight and send the details to you. Make your way over to the airport immediately. I will pick you up when you land- Kings orders!”

“Bast what’s up? Just tell me!”

“Ill explain when I see you. I don’t want to worry you. See you soon, son.”

Drake hung up the call to Bastien. Everyone had been contacting him? He didn’t know. He checked his calls and texts eager to find out what had happened to the girl he once loved. No messages. No calls. Then he realised – Madeline had his phone. No she wouldn’t jeapodise anything? She couldn’t? She was extremely nice though, not her usual bitchy attitude. SHIT.

Drake packed a few essentials before heading out of the door. He wasn’t going to disappear like a thief in the night like everyone else.

Kiara, I have to go to New York. I’ll be back soon x

What about me? You can’t just leave me Drake!

I’m not arguing- I’m going. If you don’t like it – END IT. Talk to you later.

Thoughts running through his head, he ran through the airport to board the plane. He truly did love Riley and was anxious to know what was the matter with her. Is that where they’ve all been? Why didn't they tell me? Is that where Liam had now disappeared to? This is going to be a long flight.

*****

Bastien walked into Riley’s room for the first time since they had been there- the stern looking man witnessed his King asleep, still holding her hand. Bastien felt for Liam, he knew Constantine forced him to give up his true love. Feeling his own guilt as he stared at the lifeless body- if he hadn’t have been involved in the scandal, Riley wouldn’t be in this situation. A tear exited his eye slowly. He gently shook Liam’s shoulder, to awake him from his deep slumber.

“Your Majesty?”

“Sorry Bast, I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“It’s okay Sir. I understand. I managed to contact Drake. I booked him a flight- he’s on his way. He was oblivious to the fact that everyone had contacted him. He didn’t know.”

“How can he not know? It doesn’t matter, he’s on his way now. He has as much as a right to be here too.”

Bastien nodded before leaving the room. Liam resumed his usual position, gazing at Riley and holding her cold hand next to his lips.

“You hear that Ri? Drake is on his way. The whole gang is here for you. You need to wake up soon beautiful.”

*******

Drake was beside himself ever since the flight had left Cordonia. He felt slightly tipsy, too many whiskeys had been supped to try and block the thoughts. But they never disappeared. It was the biggest regret of his life letting Riley go, he loved her still- and would never stop loving her. He did what he thought was best for his friend and his country. Even when he was sleeping with Kiara, it was Riley’s face in his mind- it was torture pretending he loved Kiara as much as he did Riley. He always thought about what his life would be like if he didn’t ‘dump’ Riley. Would they be happy? Yes, he believed. The hurt in her eyes from that last encounter, still haunted him.

Brooks, you don’t have to thank me. The gun was aimed at you. Of course I was going to jump in front of it- to save you. Anyone would. But I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. You belong to Liam- that’s the reason you came here.

Drake that’s bullshit and you know it! Did Liam jump in front of the bullet? No! You did. And no, I never came for him either- I came for an adventure. To meet new people, visit the world. You love me. I know you love me. I love you more than anyone else here hence why I said no to Liam’s proposal. We slept together for fucks sake Drake, we had our moments in between.

He is the King, he had no chance to jump in and safe you. Riley I don’t love you! Go back to Liam. He will forgive you and propose to you again. This country deserves you as their Queen!

Drake I’m not even a Cordonian. I’m a New Yorker. I’m like you. We are alike. That’s what draws us closer together, closer than anyone else! Did last night even mean anything to you? Because it meant the world to me...The man I love, let his walls down and we made love. Did you just use me? Use me for a quickie?

No, Brooks. It didn’t mean anything to me. It was the heat of the moment. I’m sorry. I can’t be with you. Go back to Liam and have everything you deserve.

Drake knew he was an idiot, the last conversation he had with Riley Brooks, was all a lie. He left her crying uncontrollably on the edge of the bed, and never looked back. Hurt lingered in his heart as well. No wonder she ran away.

After an long flight he finally landed in New York, the cold air hit his lungs immediately. He went straight through customs- shocked that he wasn’t pulled over for the amount of whiskey he had drowned, on what felt like the never ending flight.

“Drake Walker!”

“Mom?”

“About time you got here! Bastien is waiting outside in the SUV! If it wasn’t such a tragic situation, I’d be grabbing you by the ear and dragging your lazy arse to the hospital!”

“Hospital? What the fuck has gone off?”

“Get in the car now!”

******

Bianca and Bastien remained silent in the car, ignoring Drakes questions- he would find out soon what events had happened. Who was there supporting Riley. Bianca finally broke the silence.

“So, this Riley. Did you love her?”

“Yes, Mom! I still do. Why?”

“Why didn’t you hold on to her then?”

“I’m a commoner, I’m a nobody. She deserved someone better. She deserves Liam.”

“You are worthy enough to be loved too Drake! You are an idiot. Nobody knows you’re here. They are pissed off that you ignored us all. They won’t start an argument in this situation. Liam is expecting you. I hope you are not stringing Kiara along, myself and your father brought you up to have respect for women!”

*****

Beth and Leo was sat with Riley. Beth and her sister, Lola had known Riley since childhood. It was fate, that Beth was attracted to Leo- a mutual friend. Leo’s phone had gone dead but he sent Drake a text off Beth’s phone, after getting his number from Maxwell. Hoping that he would receive it for Riley’s sake.

It’s Leo, on Beth’s phone- my phone died. Drake you need to be here please I’m begging you. Please come. I’ll explain to Kiara, the reason when the time is right.

The others slumped on the spare chairs that were available in the private room. They all looked like extras for a zombie movie. Olivia had been quiet since she had returned from Boston earlier on. She decided to speak to Liam, to apologise, to clear the air, even though everyone was apologising to him - he was now sick of it.

“Li, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied to you and Drake when you asked where they was going in a rush. Riley is my only friend. I didn’t want to betray her trust. When you arrived... I was in Boston.”

“Why was you in Boston?” Liam asked with a puzzled expression.

“I was sorting out the arsehole that caused all of this. It was nice to see him squirm after beating my friend and Leo!”

“Liv, he killed her inside. And physically killed her baby.....”

“What baby? Are you telling me she was pregnant? And he.. he... and I only gave him a broken nose? Why didn’t you tell us Liam?”

Olivia’s loud tone, rippled through the corridors- awaking everyone from their distant dazes.

“Yeah Li, what baby? Why didn’t you tell us?”

The room became mute, everyone’s jaws agape. Everyone looked at the mans deep earthy coloured eyes.

“Drake?”

#theroyalromance #bertrand beaumont #drakewalker #hanalee #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #choices trr #kingliam #riley brooks #drake x riley

[edyacouky]

Journey to the Past (4/10)

Honnestly writting this chapter was so awful ! I'm still not proud of it ... Hope that you will like it nevertheless Have a nice day everyone ! :D

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                                                       ~*~

Once Jay could stand on his feet again, the little group goes find the guy Roy knows. Easily, once they prove they can pay him, the guy produces them one visa each.

They immediately go to the train station hoping have the next train for Star City. There is one on the platform. They jump on the train, after buying their ticket, with such on hurry that the inspectors didn’t try to stop them.

They collapse when they found where to sit with relief sigh. Only Lian isn’t breathless because Roy carries her to run, it doesn’t stop her to imitate the others.

“I didn’t think we could have made it. Jay admits

-It would have been a shame. Roy answer. There is only one train to Star City per week.

-How long it will take to arrive to Star City? Jay asks

-It should take twelve hours if there is no trouble. But there is always trouble with train. We should probably arrive at Star City in twenty-four hours.”

Colin and Damian look daggers at each other.

The travel would be long if they don’t start to support each other.

                                                            ~*~

Jay and Roy try to make Colin and Damian talk about why they argue later, but neither of them wanted to talk. After a few minutes and some promise to try get along, Jay and Roy change the subject of the conversation.

“Do you want to discuss about what happen earlier? Roy asks to Jason

-That’s nothing.

-Doesn’t look like that.

-I’m used to it. That’s just headache. Nothing life threatening.” Jay reassures Roy with a smile.

Jeez, Roy has found an accomplice really cute.

“Don’t hesitate to tell us if you feel bad, ok?

-Ok.”

They decide then to keep the kids entertaining and keep Jay’s lessons to be the Perfect Lost Prince; until they decide have some sleep.

Roy is wake up by Lian.

“What’s happen, Pumpkins? Roy asks with a yawn

-I need to go.

-To go? Oh! Yeah sure.”

Roy wakes up Jay who almost uses his dagger before he recognizes him.

“Just tell you that Lian and I go to the bathroom.

-Ok. I will take care of Colin. Don’t worry.

-Thanks. Come on Pumpkins.”

Jay can’t believe that he was asleep so well. He isn’t sure if Roy didn’t wake up; he would have realized that he was gone. He must have been more drained by his headache that he thought. That’s too dangerous. He glances at Damian to be sure that he still here safe and sound.

He caresses tenderly Damian’s hair, trying to calm himself. His plan is based so much on luck; there is so many things that could go wrong.

Damian groans and blinks rapidly.

“Shh, my Prince. Jay whispers putting his hand on Damian’s eyes. Everything is fine.”

A shadow appears in the hallway coming toward them quietly.

                                                     ~*~

Roy and Lian get out of the bathroom to come back to their seats, when Roy heard an inspector behind him.

“Stupid idea to do the control at this hour.” Roy thinks when he remembers they have one last station to go before leave the country so maybe not so stupid but still pretty bothering.

Then his blood freezes.

The color on their visa isn’t the same as the visa of the other passengers.

What the hell they had paid this guy for if he didn’t make convincing visa?

If Roy meets this guy again he will kill him.

“Hurry up, Pumpkins. We have to get back to our seat, now.”

Lian is confused by sudden Roy’s worry and she obeys without complaining. She is not awake enough to wanted ask question about what’s going on.

                                                     ~*~

When Jay hears the floor creaks, he thinks at first that it must be Roy and Lian, but it’s seems too quiet to be them.

He pushes as smoothly as he can Damian so he can stand up.

“What’s going on? Damian grunts

-Wakes up Colin and prepares to run.” Jay murmurs

Jay approaches the door but before he can open it, someone else did it for him.

“We have to leave; Roy said immediately, our visas are not good.

-What?

-The color isn’t good. We have to hide on the baggage car.”

After feeling relieved that he was worried about nothing, Jay panics that they wouldn’t success avoid all the inspectors.

They are almost on the baggage car when Jay say green reflect on a glass.

He tries to stick his dagger on the intruder’s body once he sees the Al Ghul’s color. But his opponent success to block him. In less than one second, Jay’s dagger is on the floor, his arms are blocked on his back and one hand is groping his genital clearly without his consent.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Jay.” Barsad murmurs in his ear

Jay could have thrown up. Barsad is clearly one of the reason he is more than happy Talia refuses anyone to court him.

Barsad is twenty years old older than Jay and is one of Ra’s Al Ghul’s men that he met less than one year after Talia take him in.

This asshole assumes that he could do whatever he wants with him, demanding that he was his, without considering Jay’s age or consent.

“Let him go. Roy orders aiming one arrow at Barsad’s head after making sure the kids is behind him

-That’s cute. Barsad mocks before biting hard Jay’s neck hiding his head behind Jay’s

-Stop that instantly!” Damian yells ready to fight too

Using this distraction, Jay success drag oneself out, pushing Barsad and when he tries to grab Jay again Roy shoot him in his shoulder.

“Run!”

Jay take back his dagger before follow them.

Despite his injury, Barsad seems determined to catch them.

More than once, they almost get caught when changing of car.

“You’re mine.” Barsad keeps whispering

At a moment he succeeds catch Colin by the hair menacing to make him fall off the train. Before any of the adult could react, Damian stabs him and takes Colin’s hand to push him in their direction.

Then Jay pushes Barsad, making him fall off the train.

With a little hope he is dead on the river. But Jay doesn’t believe it.

                                                  ~*~

Once they are sure no one seems come to them, Roy puts the kids to sleep and take care of Jay’s injury.

They still didn’t say anything to each other. Jay doesn’t what lie he should say to make sure Roy keep help them despite proving that they are a hazard for his children.

He was so sure he was ready to protect Damian, but now he isn’t anymore. Maybe Princess Talia was wrong to trust him. If only she was here to help them.

Without helping himself, Jay starts to cry as quietly as he can with the kids next to them. He doesn’t want to worry his Prince.

“You lie to me, about the reason you are on the road.” Roy simply says

Jay knows that it’s the moment for him to lie but he doesn’t seem able to talk.

“The clothes of this guy seemed pretty expensive. I suppose he is rich.”

Again, Jay’s tongue is unable to move.

“And he wants to marry you. And your parents are ok with that.

-I truly don’t want to talk about that.”

The only though of being bonded to someone as awful as Barsad make him sick.

“Look, knowing him he must still be alive and he and my … father will come after Dami and me soon. I understand that you prefer renounce to our … plan. That’s ok. You will find another way.

-Jay, it’s out of question. We will stick together.

-No …

-Hey, it’s not like we have something to lose. You see how we live.

-But your children …

-I know.”

Roy has a pause where he looks at Colin and Lian.

“I swear I would do anything to protect them, but, it’s not fair to let you down. We’re team, ok?”

Jay can’t believe how stupidly kind this man can be.

“I will make sure you won’t regret it.”

                                                    ~*~

They don’t know how they succeed to arrive at Star City without any more problems, but they thank their lucky star.

Roy being still known by Dinah’s domestics despite their opinion on him or Lian, they let them enter. Their coats are barely take off that Dinah arrives.

“Oh my Gods! Roy, you all look so miserable! She exclaims visibly unhappy about that. Go take a bath, then we will have lunch.

-Dinah, I’m here to talk to you about something. Roy tries to explain

-I’m sure that can wait until we eat. I’m going inform that there are guests.”

And like that she disappears after having kissing tenderly all her unexpected guest, even the two she never meet before. Without another word could be say, they find themselves cleaned, on new clothes, more relaxed.

“How can she have men clothes? Jay asks perplexed

-Oh … Well, she has some friends that can stay here.”

Roy is so prepare to have to defend Dinah that he is a little shocked when Jay accepts his explanation without a frown.

“That’s pretty generous to her to let us borrow.

-Oh knowing her, we will leave with it?

-Can we do that?”

Roy simply shrugs, like to say “why not?”.

                                                     ~*~

During lunch, the presentations are finally done. Despite what Roy was expected, she seems more interested by Damian than to Jay.

“I have to admit that it’s not a simply courtesy visit. I have something to announce you. Roy finally get to say when the children leave the table

-Oh, Roy. Don’t worry, you have my blessing. Dinah says taking Roy’s hand before looking at Jay. It does seem that he makes you happy and that’s the only thing that’s matter.

-What? No! No, that’s not what I want to talk about. Roy explains babbling while Jay blushes furiously. I have brought Jay here to you because he is the Lost Prince and I was hoping you could help us to be introduced on the Wayne’s family.

-He is now? Dinah asks suspicious letting Roy’s hand go. Bruce has suffered enough. It’s out of question that I help anyone take advantage of him.

-Dinah … Roy want to defend themselves but the way she looks at him stop any word to come out his mouth

-I am. Jay said. I am Jason Todd the Lost Prince. We have no bad intention by telling that. We won’t use your help to abuse the Royal Family. I promise you if you help us all you will do is permitted a father to get back his son.”

Not really a lie, with Damian being Bruce’s son. Jay hopes it’s enough to be credible.

“Roy, please leave us alone.”

Roy looks uncertain but Jay reassures him with a smile.

“You must understand that I may have further question.

-Shoot.”

                                                       ~*~

Roy tries to distract himself by playing with the kids. He is pleasantly surprised when he realize that Colin and Damian seem being friend now. Look, like have his life safe by “this spoil brat”, help Colin being kinder to his judgment and Damian does more effort to be patient and nicer.

But no matter what, he can’t help to worry. Hours pass and neither Jay nor Dinah leave the room. The rest of their journey depends of this conversation and he doesn’t even have a little idea how things are going.

“Jay is smart. Damian says. You shouldn’t worry this much.”

One hour before dinner, finally, Jay and Dinah come join them.

Jay immediately let himself drop on the closest chair. He looks pale and sweating.

“Are you alright? Roy worries

-Just headaches. That’s fine.”

Roy then looks at Dinah who seems fighting with herself while she looks at the kids playing.

“So? What do you say?

-I will help you. She finally says. I will give you a letter to give to Duchess Katherine Kane, I’m sure that she will present you to Bruce.

-Thank you! Roy exclaim kissing her cheek with gratitude. You won’t regret it.

-I hope so.”

                                                        ~*~

Despite what Roy and Jay have planned, they don’t continue their journey the next morning.

Dinah doesn’t want them to leave without they have clothes that will make them well received by the Court.

She also wants to booking for the boat and spends a letter to Kate so she knows they come visit her before they are at her door.

She takes the kids with her without anything Jay or Damian can say to change her mind. She lets enough money to Roy telling him to have fun.

Roy tries to change her mind before they go, talking alone with her in her office.

“We can’t let you the kids.

-Of course you can! It would be my pleasure. She says before whispering. Plus, I’m sure you could use some time alone with the Lost Prince.

-I don’t understand what you mean.

-Please, like you don’t like him.

-That’s not …

-I think he likes you too. It will be such a good alliance if you take the chance. Despite your choice you’re still Ollie’s heir after all. She says with malice in her eyes

-He doesn’t know that.

-Really? So he likes you for what you are. That’s fabulous.”

Knowing a lost cause when he sees one, Roy gives up.

It’s more complicated for him to stop blushing though.

                                                 ~*~

During their shopping, Jay doesn’t mean do be disagreeable to Roy, quite the contrary, but his mind wandering toward Damian.

They’re so close to their purpose yet so far.

And the discussion with Dinah perturbed him.

All the questions she asks. Some answers were provided by Roy, but some it was given to him by a flash.

The worst was the question about how he lost Bruce Wayne this famous day.

A flash of scream, blood’s odor, fear and a laugh that haunted him until now, make him babble about a secret door on a wall. It was so stupid, that he wasn’t surprised then she doesn’t want him to elaborate, and just look at him with her eyes wide.

These headaches were worst that what he admits to Roy. In fact, Dinah have to stop multiple times for letting Jay’s pain calm down.

Maybe he will find the essential oil that helps him in one of the shop. He really needs it.

Suddenly Jay recognizes two men on the street. They are Ra’s men.

Taking advantage that they didn’t have saw them yet; Jay pushes Roy on a dark alley. He puts himself against a wall where he could see the men, his hands on Roy’s shoulder force the redhead man to hide him.

Roy doesn’t understand what is going on. One minute they were walking in silence, Roy searching desperately what he can say. The next second, his body is really too close to Jay’s. It was so sudden that Roy had to put his hands on each side of Jay’s head.

“I think he likes you too.” Dinah’s voice booms in his head

Jay looks uncertain, almost shy with his eyes lost beyond Roy.

Did … Did Jay do the first step? Does he want their relationship to change?

Does Roy want their relationship to change? Should he do the next step? Should he kiss Jay? Like that, here?

Jay starts to breathe again when the two men disappear without saw them. He suddenly feels stupid for react that way without explain anything to Roy. He must think he is crazy.

When he finally look back at Roy, feared what kind of expression he may see, he doesn’t have time to see his face before lips meet his.

Before Roy kiss him.

Roy is kissing him.

Jay doesn’t understand how it could be possible. Of course, they become close and Roy keeps telling that Jay and Damian are part of the group as much as Lian and Colin. Of course, Jay may have a stupid crush on Roy.

Jay admires Roy to put the kids before him, to be gentle, brave and funny. Jay isn’t ashamed in his own head that he also admires Roy’s strong arms, his tender green eyes, and his messy red hair.

Without control himself, Jay reciprocates the kiss, forgetting for a moment his dangerous situation. Maybe it is for that Talia always refuses he was courted, because she knows it will make him stupid.

Thinking of his Princess makes his blood freezes and he stops the kiss.

“Did I do something wrong? Roy asks worried by his brusqueness

-It’s just …”

How Jay can explain everything going inside his head?

“There were my father’s men here.

-What? Roy says looking around but they weren’t here anymore. So you didn’t bring us here to …

-No.

-But to hide from them.

-Yes.

-Oh fuck! Sorry! I’m so sorry. I should never have assumed it was what you wanted. Roy apologies taking a step back but Jay’s hands are still firmly on his shoulder

- No. It was fine. It’s just … it’s my first kiss. He admits blushing furiously.

-Oh. Shit! Really? How he can be?”

Roy can’t believe that. Jay is too beautiful. He must have caught more than once someone’s attention. And anyone who starts to know can only fall for his stubbornness, his love for his younger brother, and his intelligence.

And there is this Barsad. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy that understands what no mean. Well maybe Jay doesn’t count the kiss that could have been imposing to him and Roy can agree with this reasoning.

“It’s my first because my … my mother always refused that I was courted. Jay says first which is true, but then he adds to not admit his previous lie. She didn’t agree with my … father about that. And now she is …”

Roy can understand that. Jay is so young yet. Only nineteen years old. He doesn’t think he will authorize anyone court his children before they are fifty years old.

But there is something else in the way, Jay talk about his mother.

“You miss her. Roy guess

-Terribly.”

Jay feels so lost; he never needed as much her guidance as now and she may be dead.

Jay appreciates when Roy hugs him. Not only the physical contact soothes his pain, but he permits him to hide his expression that must be awful.

“Do you think she would have loved me?” Roy asks jokingly even if the answer is stupidly important for him

Talia hated Barsad and the other men like him. But Jay also remembers one of his teachers.

An old man with a single eye. A prestigious combatant who promise bring honor and money to the Al Ghul family, if Talia accept to give him Jay.

Jay never understands why Slade Winston seemed so interested by him. Nor why Talia refuses such an offer.

Then Jay tries to imagine how Talia would have seen Roy.

A stranger, a nobody with two bastard children at his charge who can offer nothing to the Al Ghul family.

“Not at all.”

Jay sighs.

“I can’t do this. I appreciate you a lot Roy. But with all that happen right now. Dami, my father, the Lost Prince … I can’t do it without her approval … That’s stupid I know but …

-Hey, you have no excuse to give to me. If it’s no, it’s no. I appreciate you enough as a friend. That’s enough for me.”

Roy lies. Not the part no is no, but that’s friendship is enough to him. Now that he knows that Jay have some feeling for him, it will be more complicated to make sure his mind doesn’t wandering to much about “what if”.

They stop hugging and agree that they should come back to Dinah’s house and doesn’t talk anymore about what just happen.

                                                     ~*~

Dinah is nice enough to say them good by at the port.

“I can’t thank you enough.” Roy assures feeling guilty for playing with Dinah’s emotion

But it’s too late to back off now. Their children need money and their scam is a way like any other, he keeps telling himself.

“Just be safe, ok?”

Roy promises.

Little did they know that the men, Jay saw earlier are on the same boat as them.

One of them pays the telegrapher so he could use his machine. He informs the King Al Ghul that he found the target on boat and demands what the next order is.

“This night it will come to you. Wait for it next to a lifeboat. You will be extract tomorrow morning.”

If the man doesn’t understand how he could be possible, he doesn’t ask anything more. He leaves the room, give it back to the telegrapher, and while all the passengers go meet their dream, he wait next to a lifeboat with his accomplice.

                                                     ~*~

Roy is ashamed of himself with how wildly his heart beat when Jay lies next to him in the bed.

All the kids wanted sleep in the same bed to keep talking, and the adults were too happy that they start to get along that they say yes without thinking.

They would have say even if they have realized how embarrassed they would be. They would not have answer just as quickly as they did.

Since none of them is tired, they lying down face to face to discuss but they can’t find any word to say.

Roy feels fluttered in his stomach by being this close to Jay.

Jay doesn’t even dare look him in the eyes. His curly hairs are the cutest mess Roy ever sees. He really wants to run a hand through his hair. His cheeks are bright red; his skin must be so warm. If only he could kiss them again. Nervously, Jay licks his lips then he bites it. The things he wishes to do to them, the things he will do to prove he is worthy to do.

Roy’s gaze runs though Jay’s body. His aching neck shows the bite that this bastard of Barsad left and Roy can’t help but think is a perfect place to let his own biting mark above it in plain sight. His chest unfortunately hides with the wide tee-shirt Jay wore. He can’t prevent but ask to himself how his nipples must look like.

The rest of Jay’s body is hidden by the sheet but Roy remembers very well his thighs. Roy wouldn’t mind dying between them.

When he looks up, he wishes to die right now.

Jay is redder that it could be possible, and his eyes are straight in Roy’s.

And he knows, he can only know, what exactly Roy has in mind.

“I’m sorry. Roy whispers standing up. I will sleep on the floor.

-Don’t be stupid.” Jay tells forcing him to lay down

Jay feels how hard Roy’s heart beat with his hand on his chest. It reassured him that he isn’t the only one in the state.

“I’m sorry.

-That’s ok.

-No, I …”

Roy looks where the kids talk, not wanting they hear them, and comes closer to Jay.

“I understand that you say no to me and I accept that. I’m sorry I make you uncomfortable.

-You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m very …flattered.”

That’s Jay’s turn to look at Roy’s lips.

It would have been easier to resist if Roy’s feelings were one sided and not prevent by a ghost he never meet.

“I wish your mother would have approved me. He confess

-Me too.”

Roy is ready to take a risk and kiss Jay. Maybe this time Jay will not fear to shame a dead parent and only take in consideration what he wants.

But Jay suddenly turns back.

The moment has passed.

Roy turns back too.

                                                      ~*~

“Kitten.”

Jay groans, opening with difficulties his eyes. He feels so appeased. Even if he trust this voice, he would mind sleep a little more.

“Kitten, come on wake up. We will be late.”

This woman has a playful smile, kind eyes.

Jay want to please her as much as he want to make Talia proud. He thinks he knows her with how happy she makes him by just being there. He stupidly smile at her and slowly he starts to stand up.

His feet touch the soft grass in the same times he smells lavender. He seems like he falls asleep on the blanket where they had picnic.

Their water pitcher is still hall full of fresh water, some fruits are still uneaten. He can’t help himself but take a grape to eat it.

His juice is so delicious. He moans with pleasure without thinking of stopping himself.

“Come on.” She says again before disappear between the trees.

He goes after her, but he didn’t make a step that her voice resonated.

“Don’t forget Ace.”

Jay turn his head and see the puppy asleep on the blanket. Carefully, he doesn’t dare wake him up and take the little puppy in his arms, shushing him when he starts to mumble.

Every time he thought he lost her, she appears and shows him the way with her playful smile. Until they arrives to a riverside.

Here, a man swimming on the middle of the river welcomes them with a bright smile.

“Jaylad, we were waiting for you. Come here.”

The woman enters in the water to hug the man who tenderly kiss her cheek.

Jay doesn’t dare to move. The scenery is too beautiful. How can he dare bother them?

“Last in the water is a fool! A young man exclaims before taping his back and goes to the water

Despite he obviously bothers the couple, all of them laugh.

“He is older than you but you’re more mature. A redhead woman sitting on the river side sighs. But we love him like that.”

And without letting Jay answers, she stand up and goes rejoin them.

Just when Jay wanted to go on the water too, Ace keep mumble more and more visibly disturbed.

“That’s ok Master Jason. Let me take care of him.” An old man in impeccable suit told him

Jay nods and puts Ace in the old man’s arms.

Unexpectedly, Ace totally wake up and bite the old man on the neck, killing him. Jay screams terrified and tries to run far away of the suddenly dangerous dog. But he is stopped by the man who have catch his arms. How fast is he? He was in the center of the river not a minute age.

“No, comes with us. You will be safe.”

Jay want to believe him, he really wants, but something boils in him when he saw the man kicks the dog.

The clear blue water turns into muds, maggots exit the ground, and the dog turns more like a werewolf. Even the kind expression of the man becomes menacing.

“Jaylad, come with me.”

He doesn’t know what to do.

Before he can decided an arrow hit the man right in the chest, then another in his head.

Jay can’t stop screaming, yelling, crying. Everything was so beautiful, why is it turn as a nightmare?

                                                      ~*~

Lian is wake up in the middle of the night by coughs. They really scare her because she never knows how awful they will be. This time it wasn’t that bad, but she wants to drink a cup of water.

She looks to see if Colin is asleep, he is. She looks to see if Dami is asleep, he is not here.

She frowns then wake up Colin.

“What? He groans

-Did you argues with Dami again? She asks

-What? No … Why?

-He is not there.

-What?”

Colin stand up and have to admit that Dami isn’t in the room. What worried is that Jay is not there too.

This two have admit that a member of their family is after them and it is safer to travel on group. Why should they have go somewhere alone on the middle of the night?

The two kids go wake up Roy.

“What the fu…dge? What the fudge kids?

-Did you argue with Jay? Lian asks

-No. Roy defends himself blushing furiously. Why?

-Where are they then?

-Where are who? Roy asks not totally wake up

-Jay and Dami. Where are they?”

Roy frowns and look around. Neither Jay nor Dami is there. It doesn’t look like Jay to leave without tells him with the men of their patriarch after them.

“Stay here. Don’t open the door. Roy orders them while taking his bow and arrows. I will go where they can be.”

Lian and Colin look at him with big worried eyes, but they nod and obey.

After looking at some corridors, Roy goes on the deck. He really hopes they are not there with the rainstorm. They risk falling overboard and disappear between the waves.

Of course, his wish isn’t fulfilled.

At first, he didn’t realize what he saw. Jay is next to a lifeboat with Dami in his arms and he is chatting with someone Roy doesn’t recognize. Maybe this is some friends or nice strangers. He can hope.

Before he can call out Jay and asks him if everything is alright, he sees something so absurd he stops to think for a moment; Jay gives Dami to the stranger.

He frowns and thinks maybe they are friends. But before he can finish his though, Dami suddenly stab again and again the stranger in the neck.

Jay seems panicked, he yells and cries. He even tries to run away but he is catch up.

Roy doesn’t have to think anymore.

He knows that no matter what awful thing Dami can do, he cares too much about Jay to do anything that could hurt him. He knows that Jay will do anything to protect Dami so he would have never let anyone kick him.

He aims an arrow to the other stranger that touches him right in the chest, another in the head.

Jay panics even more. He is even ready to go overboard when Dami approaches him.

Dami catch him to force him stay on the boat. An awful mistake.

Jay kicks him violently while yelling and crying.

Roy is finally close enough to intervene between the two brothers. He places himself in front of Dami.

“Are you ok, kid?

-No! Jay is not himself! I don’t know what happen to him!

-Are you hurt?

-Tt … I’m fine. Don’t let him go.”

Roy can’t answer because Jay tries again to go overboard.

Immediately, Roy catches him and knowing that Jay will react violently, he is ready to take the hits.

Despite the taste of the blood in his mouth, Roy tries to wake him up with words. But when Jay tries to punch Dami again, when the kid want simply to help, Roy slaps Jay’s face.

He feels bad with how sad and lost Jay’s eyes are, but at least they are more lucid too.

“They’re all going to die! Jay cries hugging Roy. They’re all going to die!

-Everything is alright Jay. You’re here with us. With Dami and me. Remember?

-Dami! Where is he? How is he?”

He finally sees Dami. His face is covered by blood and he is perplexed by Jay, like it is the first time he sees him.

“What happen? Dami asks trying to hide his fears

-I don’t know … I don’t understand …I keep seeing faces … So many faces …”

Dami doesn’t hesitate anymore and hugs his brother who doesn’t want let him go. In the meantime, Roy takes the bodies to throw them up overboard.

“I’m so sorry … Dami I love you so much … I don’t understand…

-Guys, we should go back to our room before a wave takes us with it.” Roy says

The brothers dry their tears and stand up. They go back to the room in silence.

                                                           ~*~

Colin and Lian gasp when they saw how pitiful they are.

“Dami, what happen to you? Colin asks touching with many care his bloody face

-Tt, that’s fine.

-It’s not. Jay contradicts searching for a tissue to give him a quick wash

-Let me to do it. Roy says. And dry you up.

-No, I will do it.”

While the adults argue, Colin sight and take the tissue to take care of Damian that he forces to sit, while Lian encourage Dami to undress and accept the sheet on his shoulders.

“What’s happen? Colin asks again

-We were attacked.

-I can’t believe it doesn’t wake up us. Where are you hurt? Colin ask when he sees no scratches

-I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”

Sure enough when Colin helps Damian to change, he sees no cut or any injury bleeding. But there is a bruise on his shoulder.

“Could be worse. Colin admits

-Told you.”

In the meantime, Roy tries to calm down Jay.

“I don’t understand my vision neither why I bring Dami to them. Jay frightened

-You have never been a sleepwalker?

-No!

-I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe these men drug you or hypnotized you earlier without we saw them.”

Jay is skeptical, but what else it can be?

                                                       ~*~

Fortunately, they don’t have to spend another night on the boat, but this event creates uneasiness they can’t let it go.

Even when some musicians play joyful music for the passengers, and Roy convince Jay do dance with him, using as excuse that it’s for his lessons, they couldn’t feel safe until they arrive to Gotham.

Which is a shame.

Roy persuaded that Jay must don’t know how to dance first taking the lead until it was pretty clear for everyone that Jay was a better dancer than Roy.

“Is there something you don’t know how to do? Roy playful asks

-One or two.” Jay falsely modestly answer even if he must admit he doesn’t know how to calm his heart and stop blushing around Roy

                                                  ~*~

Finally they are in Gotham. Dinah make sure a taxi will wait for them at the port and bring them at Duchess Kate’s home.

The conductor is nice and asks if they want him to wait, telling them that she rarely accept visitor, but they refuse.

After that, Roy and Jay aren’t surprised when Duchess Katherine Kate’s domestic refuse to let them see her without a rendez vous, but it’s raining, they could at least let them enters.

Since the domestic accept to give Dinah’s letter to Kate, Jay and Roy decide to stay a little around in case she wants to meet them once the letter read.

They’re waiting outside, making what they can so the kids don’t catch cold.

After half one hour, Jay and Roy start discuss about find a place to sleep and stay warm and come back tomorrow. Then suddenly, Duchess Katherine herself opens the door to face them.

She watches them all, her eyes stay longer on Jay and Damian’s face.

“Oh my … That should be interesting!” She exclaim with a wide smile and malicious eyes

#DC comics #fanfic #anastasia au #jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #damian wayne #colin wilkes #lian harper #dinah lance

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Ava: Maybe you can't Ava: because that isn't a truce Ava: if neither of you is willing to leave your post there is no middle ground Ava: you actually have to be ready and willing to drop defending yourself and blaming each other Ava: and neither of you is, so Ava: that's that Ava: you can't make yourself give it up, clearly Nancy: It's so unfair Nancy: that everything turned out like this Ava: It just is Ava: you have to get to a place where you can just say that's what happened Ava: not attribute why's and who's to it, see it entirely objectively Nancy: maybe if I fly to Tuscany first and murder her Ava: Maybe Ava: you'll still hate yourself though Nancy: Thanks for the reminder Ava: Like you forgot Nancy: my phone alarm is set for hourly bursts of self-loathing, of course Ava: That'll be why you're tired Ava: can't even put that on him, eh Ava: unlucky, like Nancy: I'll have the luck of the Irish and all that good craic to fall back on soon enough, like Ava: 'Course Ava: be a blast Nancy: It always is Ava: It's been a while Ava: things might have changed Nancy: This family would have to catch some kind of break first Ava: Naturally, when I finish this essay, it'll all be worth it Nancy: Just make sure it's worth sticking on the fridge Ava: 'Cos that wouldn't fuck with the aesthetics Nancy: It's no finger-painting, sure Nancy: But if anyone needs the reminder that you're not a toddler it's mum and dad Ava: Really surprising they're not more elated to gain a ready-made grandkid Nancy: If the mother was anyone else, they'd be jumping for joy, no doubt Ava: Unless that mother was me Ava: of course Nancy: James has probably been well and truly scared off Ava: I reckon she's a pretty strong contraceptive Nancy: I'm in no danger but if you put me in a room with her I'd take the pill Ava: 💀 cyanide Nancy: or whichever colour gets you out of the Matrix Nancy: bye babe Ava: Careful Ava: that's what 'woke' lady and minority haters call themselves Ava: don't wanna get in that camp Nancy: is it? Ava: yeah, they're 'red pilled' 'cos they know 'the truth' Ava: the truth that feminism is a lie and all women are evil bitches, like Nancy: Oh great Ava: You accidentally been making loads of enemies over there? Ava: Whoopsie Nancy: I'll say that's the reason now Ava: Go the whole hog and call yourself an incel Ava: when any of the fam asks you how your love life is going Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Don't make me laugh though, my head is killing me Ava: I feel you Ava: the only pills I've been popping are paracetamols Nancy: Nurofen express 💚 Nancy: my actual true love Ava: so rock and roll Ava: shame even by American standards, that's no bitch's name Nancy: Read it in your best impression of the accent if you wanna swoon though, obviously Ava: It clearly does it for you, like Nancy: It's a very diverse place, thank god Ava: Sure babe Ava: the fashion industry is known for it 😏 Nancy: 🙄 Ava: Thanks for not trying to deny it Nancy: I'm not their spokesperson, pros or cons Ava: Not part of the job description of photographer or girlfriend then? Nancy: No Ava: Phew Nancy: Find a way to include it in your Politics essay Ava: Alright, mother Nancy: Never call me that again, please Nancy: if I didn't have a headache before Ava: Yeah, we didn't reckon you'd be next Nancy: Weird that you've discussed it, but okay Ava: The heat needs to be taken off somewhere, like Ava: What about Billie and her fella, do you reckon they'll go for 👶👶? Nancy: No Nancy: they barely see each other at the moment Ava: I won't put my money there then Nancy: You'd be better off keeping it on Buster Ava: I think he's disqualified by default Ava: obviously Ava: don't need no 🔮 Nancy: This one better not be born early cos of the drama Ava: She's getting out of the danger danger zone at least but still Ava: having babies is like what they were born to do Ava: missed those genetics, clearly Nancy: Lord Ava: 😂 You're so squeamish Nancy: I don't like babies, excuse me Ava: I didn't mention anything about the miracle of childbirth even Nancy: thankfully Nancy: cos it's not a miracle, it's a 🤞 & pray for the best kind of situation Nancy: you might tear open or get cut open and you get off lightly if you only 💩 or 🤢 everywhere Ava: 🙄🙄 the dramatics Ava: I've had worse nights out Ava: and I didn't get a cute kid at the end of it so 🤷 Nancy: it's not me that you need to convince so Ava: I don't think I know anyone else so definitely anti-child Nancy: I've got nothing against children, I just don't want any Ava: uhuh Nancy: It's only considered weird cos this family is so obsessed with having as many as possible Ava: Nah, it's not that Nancy: Like I said, reserve the soapbox for someone who wants to hear the pros and cons Ava: Okay Nancy: Okay, I've got loads to finish up before I can leave Ava: 'course you do Ava: I'll let you go then Nancy: I'll talk to you soon Nancy: without time zones to factor in Ava: Cool Ava: no worries Nancy: Let me know if you wanna meet up, who knows where mum and dad will decide to base themselves and when Ava: Regardless, I don't have time to come over there so I won't Nancy: Yeah, exactly Ava: Focus on what you need to do Ava: I was just checking you were okay Nancy: And I wanna check in on you too, so let me know, okay? Nancy: It's the shortest flight ever Ava: Seriously, there's no need Nancy: Alright Ava: Just focus on helping Ri, if that's what you're going to do Nancy: I'll do my best Ava: 👍 Nancy: Later then Ava: Bye Nancy: 🧡 Ava: Is Billie coming over too? Nancy: I don't know Nancy: I'll ask her when she gets home Ava: She should Nancy: I'll do my best with that too Ava: Alright Ava: that's all then Nancy: Okay, bye

[consciouskingdom]

Surviving R. Kelly....

This was hard to watch. Since the six part series premiered on Lifetime it has created a firestorm and we as a people have got to unpack all of this! To begin: I believe Every. Single.One. Of. These. WOMEN! And we ALL should.......BUT we don’t..... because the painful cries of Black Women fall on deaf ears. The series featured personal accounts from everyone including his security guards, back up dancers, his own brothers and most importantly, the survivors of his abuse. Their vivid and descriptive depictions of what they endured set social media on fire and everyone had an opinion to share. For everyone writing post, sharing memes blaming young black girls or still in support of Robert Kelly in any way - please read the following bullet points and get your life!

· Young Black Girls are not “FAST”, They are prematurely overly-sexualized, manipulated and preyed upon.

We can not attack young black girls for “seducing” older men. I’ve seen the memes shared with captions demeaning teenage girls that had older “boyfriends” picking them up from the high school parking lot...everyone is laughing & sharing their memories of this but ignoring the fact that these same men are aware of their power over a younger woman and exploiting it for benefit. A dominant dynamic is established when someone such as a young girl in poverty/lack thereof to basic necessities encounters a manipulator who will target that and use it to their advantage. Most of these young girls were thinking with a scarcity perspective fueled by desperation, craving more out of life and unfortunately predators were the respondents to their pleas as opposed to someone who could help.  These type of men willingly and strategically use their age, money and perceived power to manipulate a younger naive mind. Preying on their need for emotional attention, financial support and validation; young girls are met with psychological brain washing tactics that they are in no way prepared to fight against.   As early as I can remember - my body changed as I matured and older adult men were the first to comment and notice it. “Oh girl, you really starting to fill out”.....”You getting some hips and legs on you”...”You grown up now”.....”Come on over here and give me a hug, let me look at you”...comments like these occurred at family events, school and even my church growing up. Young black girls are objectified and violated in plain sight! And unfortunately because of that mindset that translates to our bodies are disposable and serve as an object of pleasure - no one acknowledges the pain endured when our innocence is stolen before we can even fully comprehend the full implications of the actions that are transpiring. Ask any black woman you know, she has a story in her childhood where this or something similar has occurred. The common misconception is that because it happens so often, the young girl is to blame because she is being “fast” or “frisky” and pursuing an older man but we ignore what the older man is doing to persuade and manipulate her to be there in the first place! Stop labeling her a whore, slut, fast or frisky! A young girl could be as "fast" as Sonic the Hedgehog but no child is promiscuous enough to entice an older person into being intimate with him/her if that older person did not have an attraction to children initially. We never question the motives of the predator but question the actions of those being preyed upon. In victim blaming, we blatantly ignore the psychological damage that young girls and women are suffering through daily. Predators are stealing their innocence resulting in damage to their self esteem and their ability to have agency over one's own body and life. That type of damage will literally permeate every aspect of her life until she is able to heal. Many who endure sexual traumas hide their hurt in the nearest bottle or whatever substance will numb the pain as they spend their lives drowning in shame. 60% of young black girls have been sexually violated before the age of 18 and the Black community can not just keep dismissing it as  “Oh, She just acting grown.”

·  “Consent” received from coercion and manipulation of a naive underage mind makes it null & void!

Many opinions argue that the women involved all participated willingly - I Call Bullshit! Within the black family that type of ideology runs rampant. By definition, consent is to give permission for something to happen or an agreement to do something. If someone is granting their permission for a sexual act to occur but it’s prompted by emotional manipulation, promises to aid in career advancement, physical abuse and fear: That’s. Not. Consent! Young black girls in under-served and inner cities are in circumstances in which older men are preying on their naïve nature, immaturity and survival needs. Living in poverty creates a scarcity mindset that forces you to result to desperate measures for basic necessities and financial support. Aside from being under the influence of substances I believe there is nothing stronger than being under the influence of mind manipulation. R. Kelly used vulnerability, power, money and persuasion to ultimately create their dynamic; just as an older family member or someone’s boyfriend will offer money and attention in the midst of their abuse of a young girl. Molestation followed by providing money and/or physical abuse is a form of control, NOT CONSENT! A known pimp & womanizer once said “Any boy can control a girl’s body but a Grown Man can control her mind” To see the parents of Joycelyn Savege and Domonique Gardner crying out for their daughters, popping up on Kelly's residences seeking their children was heartbreaking. They wouldn't speak to their families because that's how deep psychological manipulation is, its classic "Pimp" culture and was  heartbreaking to watch. The survivors are not to blame here! (Yes I'm saying it AGAIN just in case you missed it in the last paragraph)

· R Kelly’s personal experience with sexual abuse is a deflection tactic & does not justify him repeating the cycle.

During the series, R Kelly’s brother admitted that he and his brother were both molested as children. My heart mourns for all black children who endure sexual, physical, emotional abuse. We NEED to discuss the sexual abuse Black boys go through as well! Black boys are sexualized as early and often as young girls.  Calling a young black boy “sexy” or your “boyfriend” or stating you’ll be waiting for him when he turns 18 is predatory behavior. Unfortunately society encourages it when it’s revealed that a teenage boy has slept with an older woman but it’s still perverted! A real discussion about sexual abuse with black boys and the trauma they endure must occur BUT not at the expense of Black girls. During the series his own brother, Bruce Kelly, stated Kelly's attraction to young girls were a “preference”. Pedophilia isn't a preference, its a choice! Truly examine the amount of time, effort, money and energy put into creating the "pimp" dynamic of power that Kelly enforced; that's intentional, calculated and strategic. Being a victim to sexual trauma and knowing the damage it caused, could lead to a mindset of NOT repeating those same heinous activities....R Kelly didn't make that choice. He is wealthy, he could have pursued counseling/therapy and he didn't. To use his own abuse as an excuse is a defense tactic, his predatory ways cannot be justified because of a traumatic upbringing. This is precisely why I constantly stress the importance of therapy and counseling. The entire Kelly family needs help to not perpetuate this cycle.

· You can not separate the artist from the “art” when the art is a detailed description of his perverse actions and predatory lifestyle.

Seeing the comments online still crowning him as the “King Of R&B” literally sickened me. I personally recall being taught “I Believe I Can Fly” in elementary school, flapping my arms to scream the empowering lyrics. I recall my Mom cleaning our entire house with his songs crooning as we all sang along as I washed the baseboards. R Kelly provided a soundtrack for our lives. As much as we love “Step In the Name of Love” We absolutely must step away from this nigga! We can’t turn a blind eye to his actions because we love his musical genius. His security guards, producers who have worked with him, background vocalist and dancers ALL confirmed he had multiple bedrooms intentionally installed in his musical production studios. Read that again… he had multiple bedrooms *IN* the music studio…meaning he was sexually engaging and abusing young girls in between song takes. One of the survivors revealed that Kelly penned “You Are Not Alone” for Michael Jackson detailing her miscarriage of Kelly’s child while she was 17. Analyzing the lyrics he had Aaliyah sing for her debut single: “Boy be brave, don't be afraid, Cause tonight we're gonna, go all the way. Don't mean to be bold, gotta let you know, I gotta thing for you, and I can't let go my.. Age ain't nothing but a number, throwing down ain't nothing but a thang, This loving I have for you it'll never change”......

I know the music is catchy but don't compartmentalize just to serve what benefits you and undermines the severity of damage these women endured.

There is absolutely no way we can continue to separate the art from the artist when his art depicts the life he manifest and the young girls who are a part of it!

· Everyone surrounding Aaliyah during her time with him had concerns but no one took action!

A stage manager, his body guards, his entourage, his family, producers who created music for her, friends of Liyah who were also background dancers and toured with her all witnessed her relationship with Kelly. Per the docuseries, they all stated they had concerns but no action occurred to protect her. The bodyguard openly admitted he forged documents to aid in their marriage; at the time Aaliyah was only 15 years old. After Aaliyah's mother heard the background dancer Jovante Cunningham openly stated she saw Kelly having sex with Aaliyah she immediately denied it in a statement stating she and her husband were always with Aaliyah as she toured. With all respect to the Haughton family and the legacy of Aaliyah, her family failed her and everyone around her failed her. It seems her mother is afraid to admit the truth of this situation, not every parent can be around their teenagers 24/7 and that's okay. BUT don't shame others for speaking their TRUTH. It dawned on me after watching the details be described that perhaps he likely married Aaliyah so that she could get an abortion without having to get parental consent. If a murder is committed and someone witnesses it - they are an accessory to the crime. I'm demanding a legal reform that applies the same logic to everyone who enabled R Kelly!

After we've watched the episodes and read the countless memes, status post and tweets let us remember: Listen to Black WOMEN! Tears don't flow that easily nor does pain resonate in someone's voice like that without reason. Even if you deny the claims, we have legal documents that show Robert Sylvester Kelly married Aaliyah when she was 15. You can be pro-black and still hold Black men and women accountable for their wrongdoings.  A black girl’s life is more important than some hit songs. I commend dream hampton and the superb cinematic efforts she executed in creating this docu-series! It highlights a truth so basic it pains me that I even have to state it: Anything that harms Black Women harms black PEOPLE in our entirety....and R Kelly must be added to that list.

Bye Robert, Get some help!

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[obliviouskind]

The Infancy of Galactic, Its Leader – and What Was to Come

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Cyrus had the idea of Galactic within his mind at the tender age of seventeen, a concept more than anything else. A fickle imaginary position that could, or would, bring him the godhood he thought himself worthy of (deserving of, and perhaps even destined to gain) within the realm that currently was – before he could take his place within the new one that need be created.

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--That the world was at fault, with its spirit for strife created at the humans bare hands, was a matter that had always been known to him in some manner. His family aided perfectly in fostering his view of humanity. His father, in his eyes shown through actions that would befall him in its entirety, was a vile human being. Stealing and lying to get to where he found himself within the elite – to his mother, who sought company with unfamiliar faces in broad daylight yet could not find it in herself to spare a moment in her time to ask her son how he was doing.

She wouldn’t have gotten an honest answer, he would admit. So perhaps it was fruitless to dwell on such matters…

(That he would come to mimic his father’s ways as he grew in age was a thought he didn’t dwell on, nor did he feel connected to the idea. For when he lied, when he stole – it was justified. Can’t you see? He did it all to reach his goals that would make the world better.

--That the one that already existed got destroyed piece by piece meant little. It need not exist, nor will it be around once he was done…)

His one escape at this early age, his one light through this troubling revelation and realization – was at the guiding hand of one man alone. The designated youth pastor in training, only known to Cyrus under the name of Father Orlov. The youngest within the church, barely above the age of twenty – yet to Cyrus it made no difference. He held the authority over himself and the others of the group, he was the adult. Heaven-sent for him and, perhaps, him alone. He did no wrong, for he followed the ringing bells of the church as Oración played in almost unrecognizable tones within the tower looking skywards, took strides across stone floors as his baritone voice echoed off of pillars keeping the canopy above him supported and Orlov? He always smiled, even when wrong had been done. Would hold a grin that distorted once smooth skin with wrinkles, aging him beyond his years. And as the evening sunlight shone behind his towering frame, the singsong tones of children spewing choir songs line for line for all to hear – the feverish vigor that Father Orlov had shown him behind closed doors in his attempts to show Cyrus that he, and no other, had a purpose, got lost in the shape of a man that in the eyes of all others could be described as normal.

In those moments, even as a young boy, Cyrus had contemplated if there was a truth to either personality that the pastor showed – or if everything about him was theatrical and false. --He was merciful, until he was not. He was your guiding light, until his thumbs pressed into the hollows of your cheeks hard enough to leave bruises – leaving tears you swore to never shed at the corners of your eyes for him to judge.

As though he was Arceus himself.

… If he had deserved the hours upon his knees, his neck craned to the point of lasting damage before limber fingers found their way into his light locks to keep him steady – he did not fully know. For what he did wrong, was minor such offenses. Inconsequential and meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

(Yet now, looking back, he found that had it been him in Father Orlov’s shoes, then he most likely would’ve mimicked the act on his own accord. Punishment, as it were, hurt more if something that deeply mattered to you was questioned. Cyrus may have grown out of the physical punishment his father dished out towards him once he hit teen hood – but the punishment of being shunned for his actions within the church stung all the more the older he became.

--If he didn’t belong in the church, then he truly was a lost soul.)

Father Orlov had been the person to put the idea within his mind. That he, Cyrus Akagi, needed to be set right – for he would one day bring forth greatness. Eventually, as more doors opened than closed for him within the religious scene of Sinnoh – stories locked away were brought before him. And the spark to actually do something with the station he held began to manifest into something more…

Something menacing, some might have said.  

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… Cyrus had the idea of Galactic within his mind at the tender age of seventeen, a concept more than anything else. A fickle imaginary position that could, or would, bring him the godhood he thought himself worthy of (deserving of, and perhaps even destined to) within the realm that currently was – before he could take his place within the new one that need be created.

In his early youth, the promise of greatness had not been one of selfish desires – for to be equal with the Creation Trio and their Father had been his goal. However, as the years passed, as he aged from fourteen to fifteen, from fifteen to sixteen – the matter that he, unlike the claims of the priests, had never had his prayers answered became harder and harder to ignore. For, certainly, if this was the path that was created for him and him alone – then Arceus should speak to him as he does those below him. Yet he did not, would not, and eventually Cyrus decided that he could not.

And thus, to be an equal no longer was his desire. --Cyrus wanted to bring forth those that had ignored his calls, and show them what a mistake that had been.

He would become God. He would replace the one that was, aged and blind to the world he once created – and he would rise above and destroy it all to begin anew. When the world has nothing but evil, a flood must be brought forth to cleanse the grounds.

This revelation was kept to himself, until the day that it wasn’t. Past the age of seventeen now, within the later months of what one may have called a try at normality – Cynthia was the first to hear of his plans, his thoughts, of how there were many troubles youths out there searching for a light to follow and that he, Cyrus, could be just that. A noble proposition at first; one she could not deny. But as details of his inner thoughts spilled forth past tight lips – feeling as though perhaps, within her whom he had given so much of himself to willingly or not, there could be understanding of his ideals – but the matter that he thought of the world he inhabited as less than desirable became all the more apparent. Something terribly hard to ignore and look past.

--They were already forsaken, he would argue. Youths who cast away their humanity the moment they left the church. Useless, unless their potential was brought forth under the guiding hand of someone who knew what he was doing… and I can do just that.

(Once within his embrace, tucked underneath his chin against his chest – now, the young girl distanced herself from his person. As though being near him, as though touching him, would burn her.)

--It would do the world a service, rather than scar it further. For if I led them, then they would work towards a goal that held an ultimatum worth striving for.

(Denial, rejection – and her fists slam against him as though harming him would change his mind. Would right him as she saw fit, for her way had always been the path most traveled. Most desired. With her seated on her knees before him, he would to stand. To tower over her through a growth spurt that came later in life than he would’ve liked it to.)

--… What do you mean, that’s insane? It’s the right thing to do, can’t you see that?

(Let it be known that, though Cyrus was anything but pleasant towards her in this moment – he never came to hurt her. Even in this moment, as his hand cupped her chin and his fingers pushed their limits against the hollows of her cheeks – he never left bruises upon her skin.)

--I thought you were smarter than that, Cynthia. But you’re just a stupid ordinary girl… Aren’t you?

(He had always been more verbal about his distain, after all.)

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Upon turning eighteen, after what some might consider heartbreak (a sentiment that truly did not connect with him, for losing Cynthia was not as upsetting as one might have thought), Cyrus entered a new chapter of his life in more ways than one. Though still feverish about his ideals, his views and his goals – the matter that he now in the eyes of the law was an adult did not pass him by. --Neither did his father. Quickly, Mr. Akagi brought his only son forth onto a meeting within the company he held power within, seeking a station for Cyrus to take over.

That it was a minor such position for the first upcoming months, was inconsequential. For perhaps, had Cyrus not been the type of man that he was, then he would’ve stuck to such simple tasks as file organization and receiver. But, as it were, the young man quickly managed to enter the competitive ranks as the year went by. If it could’ve been done quicker is up for debate – although having a high work ethic, Cyrus stalled within each position.

--Being forced out of church duty had done well for him, as well as worse. Now lost from the community that once had held him stable, the thoughts festering within his mind like thorns within his throat were hard to ignore. And so, to linger within each station he entered, was a move that was rather conscious. For if you move too quickly, you might miss out on something precious.  

In his teens, days felt as though they took an eternity to begin anew. What time he wasted could be amounted to lingering outside his house after three hours of extra lessons, dreading to return home to a house that most likely stood empty. If not that, then skipping those very classes had become a habit hard to break – all with the consent of his teacher, mind you; she knew he did not need them as badly as his father thought him to.

Now, within the working man’s schedule – it truly felt like there was not enough hours in the day. Still, Cyrus took care in filtering things through a day-by-day approach, seeking out information that he may need for the future while also manifesting a personality of sorts that would aid him in his given task. Stoic, quiet – not so terribly different from how he had come to be within his teens, yet more pronounced and certain. --Stuck up, would be a comment coworkers eventually would hand out as though it was a compliment to take kindly. And mostly, Cyrus did as such. Not because he didn’t know it was meant as banter – for he did; but because it had become a goal of his in the later months of his twenty-first years.

Within his station came privileges not before known to him. That the company he worked for had reach – being one of the leading offices for all transports out of Sinnoh, as well as for those that entered – was not unknown… However, how much he could gather had become a surprising item. Specifically, the inner workings of Sinnoh’s closest neighbor.

Johto, but more prominently – Kanto.

Files upon files had been brought to him about a ‘company’ going under the alias Rocket. A small such business, seemingly, yet ordering more supply than it rightfully should be able to use. Suspect, if nothing more. And so, eventually, a folder filled with given names (or most likely codenames, considering many lacked an attached family name at the end) came upon his request, all thanks to some connections he managed to get a hold of. Pay for, and leave with promises for a later date.

The reason why? Well, though a family mafia concerned with fame and fortune more than change was disappointing to say the least – the matter that such an organization came to fester and, as it seemed – prosper – within Kanto was a marvel to study. Take cues from, if given the chance. --Cyrus did, after all, have something similar in mind for himself and his future.

Though limited in his reach, what he gathered was enough for minor such decisions to be taken. One such thing, leading back to mischievous ‘compliments’ spoken between office corridors. Stuck up, was really just a word for cold. Soulless. How could he deny them their opinions, when it had been his goal to portray himself as such? To ignore his emotions, good or bad, for the sake of staying focused on what needed to be done before change could truly be birthed from ashes.

Approaching his twenty-second year, Cyrus had fastened himself in his role as moderator of a company he would drop the second the chance was given to him. However, the matter that he had invested so much time into this very work… It had halted the creation of what needed be done. Handling so many different sides of the same coin within his own two hands was a task seemingly impossible – for when he should seek out those that followed him, he instead had to build up a foundation for what would support his endeavors in the first place.

Locked in place, it seemed like a goal difficult to reach in the near future. And time, as it was created, was fickle and unstable. When he needed it the most, it might give out on him. --What, or rather whom, allowed Galactic to take its first steps towards something more clear – was by the help of no other than Josefina Yartsev. The new, young secretary stationed for him to manage as he pleased. But one year younger than himself, her reserved and quiet nature was a pleasantry he hadn’t known he had been without before it was given to him.

He came to learn about her background as time went on. As one month passed after another, their companionship worked like fine clockwork. When he needed her, she was there – what he asked of her, she delivered. No questions asked.

Cyrus came to enjoy her in ways he never thoughts himself capable of. For up until now, every person upon this earth (save for Father Orlov, his mind always nagged at him – don’t forsake those that fed you what you desired most) sat vile within his throat. To speak with them, a task rather than pleasant socialization. However, Josefina was different – as different as humans could be. --It would eventually lead him to confess his wants and goals to her, after indications that she, too, was unhappy with the state of her life in this given moment.

Under the guiding light of the late evening sun, Cyrus would call to her from within his office to propose his set conditions to her. If she truly desired to move past the life she now had, to become her own – to find meaning within herself and what her purpose may be – then he could give her just that. She just needed to be ready to give part of herself back in return, unquestioning and faithful as can be.

That she answered with a heated ‘yes’ almost immediately, was worthy of the smile that tugged at his lips. He let himself have this one moment of weakness, this one moment of honest emotion.

--I knew I could trust you, he would offer – rounding his desk to meet her where she stood. You always carried yourself as a woman who knew she deserved better than this.

(He stood closer than need be – his presence, taking all the air out of the room. Enough so that her breathing came in shallow breaths that rose her chest momentarily, before it once more sunk. A tall woman clad in heels, she stood close to him in height yet not enough to meet his gaze without craning her neck ever so slightly.)

--You will hold a very important position, one that will take up your time. Enough so that I would advise against keeping this job. You don’t need it.

(Just as he knew with Cynthia – dearest Cynthia, whom held a gaping wound filled with nothing but filth and a fickle heartbeat within her chest towards him – he knew the same applied to Josefina. For when she looked at him, in this moment, there was honesty within her gaze. Something akin to devotion, to love, that he could not return. Not now.

Perhaps, never.)

--What I need of you is not an easy task. I will help you as much as I can, but for the most part you will have to manage on your own. At least, for a little while. I know you can manage such a thing, can you not? You are, after all, no ordinary girl…

(Breathless, broken. And thus, as her lips parted and something that tasted of promise brushed against his own – Cyrus knew that she would travel to the end of the world and back for him if given the order. If given the chance.

Just as it should be.)

--… Are you?

“No.”

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Galactic was given its name by the mother who nursed it in its infancy, for Josefina held an interest in all things outlandish. And Cyrus held no protest against this name – for it would not stick around forever, nor did he hold the desire or need to think of something himself. --That Josefina would come to be known as Jupiter, however, was a suggestion of his own. Something she found to be delightful.

Just a few months past his twenty-third birthday, the organization he had sworn to himself to build at the age of seventeen was under his guiding hand. First, distant – though his rare visits to those underneath him had seemed to only heighten the devoted following his commander had managed to gather. It was for the best, in the end, that a mothers children would liken themselves to the present parent, rather than the absent one.

It was as it should be.

Saturn, as well as Charon, were additions to their goal early on – while Mars was a child who came to hold her station from cheer luck alone. Not a bad choice, though a hasty choice all the same.

Leaving his station at the company he had once called his fathers, Cyrus took up the work as messiah for the first time in his life. Properly, with the power to back him up – and years’ worth of research to lead him down the path of godhood.   --The hindrances that would come his way, could not have been seen by anyone.

For truly, what can a child really do against a dynasty ready to take over the world?

#(ooc - mun) #(ic - muse) #-drabble- #world building #galactic #cyrus #cynthia #jupiter #idk #team galactic #all in relation to his blog of course #(hi this has taken me pretty much two weeks and it leaves a lot of things unanswered that i will get to at a later time #I JUST NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM #Erik rambles about things that isnt galactic but that still is connected to the path he takes towards galactic for twenty hours straight #plz this is so long im sorry klfkdshls #screams into the void)

[blookmallow]

weLL I GOT TO THE END

this is gonna be kind of. mixed up and out of order bc i actually finished it like weeks ago and never got around to putting together the liveblogs so like. i cant exactly remember which comments i was gonna make with which pictures/what order things happened in/etc, bear with me 

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???? well SHIT

so like.....witchcraft and witches and all that are all stage tricks/illusions/hypnosis, which. ok a lot of “magic” can be done with technology and if this is a town where nobody is aware that kind of technology exists they’ll believe its witchcraft, BUT 

this is still a town wherein a CHILD was ‘born a witch’ (how did she Know she was a witch?? how could she do magic if she was a kid and wasnt in on the whole thing with the shades??), believed she turned her childhood goat friend into gold (meaning the shades did that to her just to fuck her up), was distraught to the point of trying to fucking DROWN HERSELF and living in hiding as a boy and presumably never saw her parents again 

what the fuck was the aim in doing that to a kid and her family

and like, this means the storyteller is directly responsible for Choosing which members of the town are going to be witches. he looks at peoples’ lives and just Decides ‘this person’s gonna get completely fucked over and live life thinking they’re a monster and having to hide from their friends and neighbors truly believing they’re going to be cast into a fire pit if anyone finds out what they are and will probably eventually have to go through a public witch trial in front of the entire town and experience the immense trauma of being sentenced to a horrible gruesome death and falling into the fire, even if they arent really hurt, and now have to live in the woods as an outcast of society carrying out whatever orders they’re given” 

and he had to have been the one who said witches can only be women!! so he decided Only Women would go through this. he decided a child and a young girl would go through this and god knows how many others 

also how the fuck did they do the thing with the witches chasing layton and luke in the beginning then bc they’re not hypnotized to believe whatever they’re told they see, 

what the FUCK

EVERYONES JUST BEEN... UNDER AMNESIA AND HIGH ON HYPNOTIC INK THIS WHOLE TIME, 

and everyone in town has a rare medical condition induced by the water that makes them fall unconscious when they hear a silver bell, bc thats...plausible,

like i guess. everyone was like. people who wanted to start over and forget their old lives for whatever reason (i was gonna call out the fact that theres children in this town but if its been 10 years its possible that young children could have been born and raised in the town since then) (but then, greyerl looks older than 10?) and consented to.... having their memories erased and being completely mind controlled, I Fucking Guess, 

IM NOT BUYING IT EITHER PHOENIX,

but like one person in the crowd was going “wait yeah i just realized i cant remember my own mother’s face!!” how....did nobody in town realize that Everyone has no memory of their childhoods or their parents or anything. surely someone somewhere would’ve confided to someone the terrible amnesia they’re suffering from and had a “wait what the fuck me too” moment and it would’ve spread. surely the people with kids would have had to think about the fact that they dont remember being a kid/having parents/etc. surely those kids wouldve asked about their grandparents or ‘what was it like when you were a kid, mommy?’ 

“now now sweetie remember, dont touch that bell OR A WITCH WILL POSSESS YOU AND MAKE YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE” yea thats definitely how you talk to a child and will absolutely not backfire in any way

jfc though ‘i rang a bell that ended up causing everyone in town to fall unconscious at the same time and resulted in a fire that destroyed everything and killed everyone i know including my mom and my best friend’s mom’ is a FUCKING LOT to cope with, especially considering she was like 6,

so i guess... there is no actual real ‘bezella,’ eve the cat is. just a cat, but the name was subconscious memory of darklaw who is actually named eve and is actually the ‘grand witch’ of the woods and was in on it the whole time but isnt actually bezella or a witch but then theres no actual witches anyway, and technically i guess she is bezella bc ‘bezella’ was the one who destroyed the town and shes actually the one who rang the bell but none of that Really matters bc no matter who did it someone was going to end up ringing it anyway 

ok EVEN IF you buy ‘everyone’s been hypnotized by weird ink into believing whatever the storyteller says but dont worry about it its totally legal bc they consented to this somehow even though they dont remember, and they were told they cant see pure black so anything pure black is invisible’

A) how does no one ever hear any sound from these machines. and if you argue that the machines are only ever used when people are knocked out,

B) how does NO ONE IN TOWN ever manage to accidentally bump into one and wonder what the fuck they just ran into. how does no one ever see a bird land on it or something. the bell tower was there the whole time covered in an ‘invisible’ black tarp but the wind never blew the cloth around. no one ever walked through that spot in the middle of the town square even though the vigilantes wouldnt have been guarding it yet bc they didnt know anything was there 

alright is anyone else absolutely shipping espella and eve by the end of this nonsense though. i know shes described as being “like a big sister to her” but they’re not actual sisters, theres only a couple years age difference, and i mean, like, 

look at this!!!!!!!!! harold they’re lesbians 

see!!!!! they’re married now!!!!!

barnham is ROCKING that look 

OH FUCK!!!!!!! OH SHIT OH FUCK THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!! HE!!!!! 

I WAS NT EXPECTING TO GET TO SEE EDGEWORTH AT ALL IM YELLING

also edgeworth definitely shouts OBJECTION as much or possibly even more than phoenix does so who are u calling annoying, 

god fucking DAMN he cute tho. he has absolutely no business being this cute. look at that lil nose. fuck 

#lucy plays layton v wright #scooby dooby queue

[strawori]

Worth It || Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Just mentions of normal pregnancy symptoms (such as nausea and sickness) and hyperemesis gravidarum

Request? Yes, from this ask

Being a mom was something that you had dreamed about when you were little. You used to look at your own mother and you wanted to be like that, wanted to have someone to take care off and love and help grow up.

Basically, being a mother had always been a plan for the future.

When you were finally in the right age to start building your family, and you had a stable life and a committed, solid relationship, the idea of becoming a mother in the near future felt much more substantial and possible.

So, you talked about it with Ashton. The both of you proceeded to analyse your situation, how your life was and the decision of becoming parents would affect your future. You asked yourselves if you were truly ready for everything that would come with pregnancy and with having a kid.

Once you finally came to terms with both wanting it to happen and being ready for it to happen, you began trying.

It didn’t happen as soon as you started trying, it had actually taken a few months, but the time it had taken didn’t seem to matter at all after you had gotten the confirmation that this was actually happening.

You had barely been able to contain your excitement when you had told Ashton, you had felt light-headed with happiness and your heart had been furiously beating way too fast inside your chest. Some of the details were a bit hazy in your mind, lost in the middle of all the emotions, but if there was a thing that you could remember as clear as if it were in front of you right now, it was the radiant smile that had bloomed on Ashton’s face as soon as you had told him you were really going to be parents.

You were both beyond yourselves with happiness and excitement, but there was also a spike of fear of not knowing exactly what this new chapter of your life would hold.

However, weeks later, you couldn’t help but curse the moment you and Ashton had decided you wanted this and went forward with it.

It’s not like you knew this would happen - and it’s not like you wouldn’t have gone forward with having a kid even if you had known, - but now, in the middle of it all, you just wanted it to end.

At first you had thought that the symptoms were normal; after all, it is common knowledge that feeling nauseous and sick is a part of being pregnant, but then you were feeling awful way too many times and way too frequently to just pretend like it was as normal as it should be.

You went to your doctor and told her what you had been happening and worrying you and after running some tests, the doctors had concluded that no, these symptoms weren’t normal and there was actually something more serious than morning sickness going on with you.

Hyperemesis Gravidarum.

You weren’t thrilled to know that nausea and sickness and all those awful symptoms would be stronger for you than for the average pregnant woman, but you thought you would be able to deal with it without too much trouble.

You had been sorely mistaken.

Right now, you were sitting on the bathroom floor, your sweaty, warm back against the cool wall and your hands still gripping the toilet seat in order to give you some sort of stability to prevent you from losing balance and falling to the floor.

You had just finished eating a piece of orange, that was it, and, now, just some minutes later, you were emptying your already almost empty stomach into the toilet. It wasn’ fair that you almost couldn’t keep anything inside.

The angry, frustrated tears that you had been building up inside of you set free from your eyes without your consent and you cursed them for not wanting to stay inside. You cursed everything that didn’t want to stay inside your body and was giving you a headache.

The sound of the front door opening and closing made you raise your head a little. You didn’t know if you should be happy or sad about Ashton being home early today. On the one hand, you wanted the comforting feeling of having him near you, but, on the other hand, you were afraid that you would say something that you didn’t mean out of anger or scare him away with how sensitive you were feeling. You were probably overthinking it, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Stupid hormones,” you grumbled to yourself right as Ashton knocked on the bathroom door.

“Princess, are you alright in there?”

You groaned.

“If seating on the floor and emptying my insides is alright, then yes, I’m just fine.”

Ashton opened the door slowly, wanting to give you time to tell him not to come inside if you wished to do it. When you didn’t say anything, he opened the door fully and stepped into the bathroom.

“Hey,” he said and squatted down next to you to drop a kiss on the top of your head.

He flushed the toilet before sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Have you felt like this the whole day?”

You shook your head.

“No, today wasn’t too bad, but now it’s awful.”

You raised your head to look at him and he frowned after seeing the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“Oh, princess,” he wiped the wet trails with his thumbs. “Let’s get out of this bathroom and into bed.”

He helped you stand up and let you lean on him while you brushed your teeth to get rid of the aftertaste of being sick. You brushed your teeth as fast as you could with your tired arms and shaky hands and let Ashton half carry you into your room. He laid you on the bed and put a blanket on top of you before kissing your forehead.

“I’m gonna make you some tea, alright?”

You wrinkled your nose, not even sure if the tea would want to stay on your stomach, but let him go make it anyway.

When Ashton came back with a mug full of warm tea, you were already almost asleep; more than tired after being awake for seven hours.

“Here,” Ashton passed you the mug and kissed your head again. “Drink and then you can sleep, princess.”

You watched as he traded his jeans for sweatpants and waited while he got into bed next to you. He let you lean against him, not fully so as not to spill anything on you or the bed, but enough as to feel the comfort of being pressed against him.

“How was your day?” You asked between sips of tea.

“Normal, the guys were as loud as ever,” he chuckled, the same fond voice he always had whenever he talked about his bandmates. “They wanted to come to see you, but I knew you would be tired.”

You smiled at the fact that Ashton clearly knew you better than anyone.

“Thank you.”

“I told them to come by tomorrow morning. Calum says he already has presents for the baby and Luke and Mikey argued over if we should get a cat or a dog to grow up with the baby.”

“We’re not getting a pet.”

“I know. A baby is going to be work enough but they didn’t seem to listen to me.”

“They never listen to you,” you laughed.

“You’re right,” he sighed, but there was laughter in his eyes.

The both of you stayed silent for a little time, the only sound in your room was you sipping your tea and your breathing. You finished your tea and put the mug on the bedside table before laying down next to Ashton on the bed.

“I can’t wait to be a dad,” he whispered into the serene air of the room.

“You’ll be an amazing dad,” you reassured, knowing that sometimes that was exactly what he needed to hear. “I know you will.”

“And you’ll be an amazing mom, the best around,” he smiled at you gratefully and full of love in his eyes.

“We’ll be the best parents,” you said right before you felt sleep take over you.

You felt Ashton rest a hand on your belly, his protective instincts over the baby showing, and he kissed your cheek before letting sleep pull him under too. It wasn’t night yet and he would probably have to get up to make dinner in a few hours, but, right now, there was nowhere you would want to be than right here, in the bed, sleeping next to each other.

Hey, thanks for requesting! I’m sorry if I wasn’t entirely accurate, but I tried my best with some reasearch to be as accurate as I could. I hope you liked this and that you continue to feel better and better through out your pregnacy! If you ever need more fluff, feel free to ask!

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