#i was spoiled on a few things which allowed me to get opportunities like the fairies and the reborn character

[xjulixred45x]

Heyyyyyyyyyy! I was wondering if I could request a grounding scenario with Yan!Big Bro Gojo x Reader!Little Sister (probably 14-17 age range for Reader).

The situation:

They live together and he’s raising her seeing as there’s a bit of an age gap between them. She misbehaves and breaks a few of his rules because she’s in a teenage rebellion phase. He gets fed up with trying to be patient with her and gets to a breaking point where a grounding punishment turns into pure isolation and hell for Reader.

If this isn’t your regular type of request, I understand. Love ya so much, homie! Take care of yourself. 🖤🖤🖤🤘🤘🤘

First of all, thank you! I will take care as much as i can :3

And second: YEEEEESSS PLATONIC YANDERE!!! And Gojo again, this is gonna be SCARY!

Platonic Yandere Satoru Gojo x Teenage! Reader: Grounding

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: PLATONIC YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ISOLATION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, MANIPULATION, GENERAL YANDERE BEHAVIOR, mental consequences of isolation, reader is a teen, i think is all.

a little context.

You and Satoru have a considerable age difference. and a considerable POWER difference. But it's the only thing you've known since you were kids.

You grew accustomed to his antics, his monstrous ego, but also his ridiculous rules.

I mean, you knew that it was normal to live overprotected because the Gojo clan, but especially Satoru, had many enemies, you could tolerate that. Not being okay, but you could accepted it.

But the older you got, the more ridiculous other things your brother made you do became annoy.

For example, never train, never try to improve on your own, his excuse? "You don't need it, I'm the strongest, why should you be strong?" In general being a full of himself asshole.

not being able to go out on your own without him, SPECIFICALLY HIM, which was becoming an uncomfortable thing, how much more did you want to have your own privacy and, well, you know, YOUR OWN LIFE APART FROM HIM. But I would come out with some manipulative shit.

"Why don't you want to be with your brother who loves you so much? Do you hate me?" things like that.

Not to mention he was super clingy. and no respect for personal space or your comfort, always treating you like a damn baby "who's my little baby sis? You're gonna stay with me forever Right? So i can watch over you"

Truth being told, you love your brother, but you HATE the way he always look down to you. You were FED UP of all of his ridiculous rules and stupid games.

So, when you were of the age to enter Jujustu Academy, you saw an opportunity, whether it was to prove to yourself or your brother your independence, it didn't matter, it was something you couldn't miss.

You began to reveal yourself, at first smaller things like talking back to Satoru when he said something too sweet for your taste or when he infantilized you.

Then do something more bolder like snap at him saying you were NOT a baby anymore, that you GROW UP and he NEEDED to see that you are not his "baby little sis" anymore. You give him an ultimátum.

To say that Satoru was surprised was an understatement, he even seemed a little hurt. but obviously I don't take it very seriously. as usual.

He thought you were simply trying to liven things up and he allowed it, he tried to be patient with you since you were in that special stage where teenage girls revealed themselves to their families.

Satoru thought that this was only temporary and even fun.

at first.

because then you started to gain confidence in doing things behind his back like training on your own, which, okay, he could TOLERATE it only because you stopped as soon as he came back and he had your full individual attention again, but he felt the change in your damn energy.

how you were getting stronger and more confident without him.

and he didn't like it at all.

But I didn't think that deserved a reprimand beyond a scolding or, at most, no sweets after dinner.

Satoru simply loved spoiling you.

He wanted to feel that he was still in control of the situation and OF YOU above all. that when he decided, you would stop all this about not wanting him around, that everything would return to normal.

he should have known better.

because then you started with a more risky step. going outside Gojo's property when he was away.

Again, it was the most difficult so far, not only because of your recent rebellion, everyone was watching you like hawks, but also because of your own fear of the consequences you could have from your brother.

He wouldn't do anything to you if he EVER found out, right? TRUE??

There was a way to find out...

and you did, you left the property and didn't return until two days later.

and it was fucking MAGICAL for you.

finally! being able to go out alone! being able to go where you wanted instead of where Satoru dragged you! being able to eat something other than sweets! IT WAS INCREDIBLE!

And to make matters worse, Satoru didn't return from his mission until about 3 days after you returned, the chances of him knowing were low. and I don't act any different.

You felt like you had gotten away with it.

without knowing it was like that because that's how Satoru wanted it.

I'm not going to lie, he was VERY angry when they informed him that you had run away, how fucking dare you? After everything he did and DOES for you? But since you returned shortly after, he calmed down. Maybe.

His patience was already wearing thin with you. and he felt like at this rate, anything, and I mean seriously, ANYTHING would send him into a spiral.

so you can imagine how he reacted when he saw that you had plans to enroll in Jujustu Tech....

His patience snapped like a stretched rope...

And he knew exactly what he NEEDED to do...

The last thing you remembered before being thrown into this place was how scared you were when you saw Satoru.

It wasn't because you knew why he was after you at that moment, but when you saw his eyes-look, you grew up looking into his eyes, they didn't generate the same type of concern in you as they did for the others. you were never able to see DANGER in them (even if you knew damn well you should have)--

You just...hadn't seen your brother as a danger to you. UNTIL THAT MOMENT.

See how angry he was and how he practically dragged you to wherever you were now, completely in the dark, with nothing to do or apparently not even a place to lie down.

You tried to hit the door that Satoru put you through but it was impossible, it was sealed.

Your own brother had sealed you. in a dark room. Just because you wanted to get rid of him.

You tried to break the surrounding walls, it was futile, again. break the floor? also. and there was no opening.

While you were doing this you were yelling at Satoru, what the hell was on his mind? I had to get you out of there. What was I going to do? Lock you up until you gave in? Has he become fucking crazy?!

It was his plan, yes. Making you "miss him" through isolation.

Maybe that would make you reconsider about the good Big brother you had asshole

and well, isolation never did anyone any good. including you.

You practically had no other distraction than your own mind, you tried to stay sane by doing things like math, or exercise, but they burned out your brain and your body very quickly.

Not to mention that every day due to the lack of exits or sunlight you were becoming physically weaker, which made you rely more on your imagination.

but that wasn't such a good idea.

Before you thought about how you were going to get rid of your brother, how you were going to become a sorceress of your own kind, make friends, learn.

but now everything went down the drain.

and for the person who claims to love you more than anyone else.

yes, you felt like you hated him, but at the same time you were SO desperate for any human interaction at this point. No one was allowed to interact with you to lighten the punishment.

The staff left you food, yes, but they didn't interact with you, which made everything more painful.

You felt like every day was worse. that you were more in your head, reliving the good times with your brother and other members of the clan so as not to fall into madness, but you felt increasingly weaker.

It was even difficult for you to eat at this pace. You would have seriously considered harming yourself if it hadn't been for Satoru changing the cutlery for a spoon-fork...

It's like he's teasing you, keeping an eye on you but not taking you out. as if to say "I'm waiting for you to give up"

and then one day...seeing your thin body, how you haven't bathed in what seems like weeks, and with the possibility of going back to normal and just...forget about this...you do it...you give up .

When Satoru FINALLY gets you out of the place and they go back to State, you're surprised to see the staff drastically cut, but at this point? It doesn't matter much anymore.

as long as Satoru doesn't leave you alone again. let it be so.

Shares reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request! I hope You enjoy it❤️

#headcanons #fem reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #platonic yandere #platonic gojo #tw yandere #yandere platonic #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo #yandere satoru #yandere gojo satoru #tw isolation

[scorpiobabylon]

So I’m very autistic about music and I loved how succession made Kendall’s music taste have so much character and be so accurate to who he is and who he thinks he is, which made me start thinking about the other siblings listening to music. I just cannot imagine it. I can’t imagine Roman putting on his little AirPod and opening up a Spotify playlist or putting on posters in his room for a certain thing. The idea of shiv being into drill and grime is extremely funny to me. I think connor tells Alexa to put on slow old Spanish ballads blasting (at an appropriate volume) through every floor of his desert house and Willa wears noise cancelling headphones constantly. I just can’t decide if Roman has an obscenely normal man music taste (like what plays in gyms) or if he actually cares about music. And then I listened to horse foreplay again and I need to make a playlist for it so basically: what do you think Roman would listen to?

incredible message. oh man. for one, connor genuinely seems like a music lover because that’s in line with his situation being the only sibling to genuinely enjoy the spoils of wealth and just stuff generally. he also has that fleetwood mac line at tom’s bachelor party, and famously karaokes a fucking leonard cohen song. love him.

kendall’s music taste is central to his character, we all know what ken’s taste is (or at least i think we do, i have seen some very funny “ken listens to this” mixes. they should resemble the intern-curated obama end-of-year picks LOL). shiv i have no idea about, but i wouldn’t be surprised if she had some appreciation for whatever dad liked if dad ever bothered to point something out. i don’t think she listens to florence + the machine though be serious you guys just see a girl with red hair…………….

my personal read on roman’s whole Deal is that he has the least “life of his own” of the siblings. even his reputation / the rumors about him (that he’s a playboy who loves coke) are the least accurate to his actual behavior and preferences (esp when contrasted with ken’s public takedowns which hurt his feelings precisely Because they’re often true). it’s difficult for me to imagine roman having strong personal taste in….. pretty much anything, even when he sees his choices symbolically (“i want steak” speech in america decides). in the end, roman is most interested in cultivating an image of himself that is going to be the most protective of his true desire for authenticity and connection, but we know that he has no idea what to do with himself when he is confronted with an opportunity to actually “express himself”.

all this to say, it is very difficult for me to imagine roman sincerely enjoying music/art without a level of detachment, irony, or jokey judgement. if he likes certain sounds, i couldn’t see him singing along like kendall in the backseat. maybe a handful of songs are nostalgic for him, maybe some post-hardcore (…. fugazi….. honestly……) or even MAYBE some britpop or eurodance from the european half of his childhood. he wouldn’t allow himself true sentimentality with it though. he certainly knows all of the lyrics to a few songs bc he’s very In the World, esp culturally impactful songs, but he just seems like a guy who fucking hates bohemian raphsody. he knows who the pinball wizard is but i can viscerally feel his frown at hearing the baba o’reilly opener in a shop. he simply would never admit to loving a band, let alone buy a t-shirt! (i think i get a little annoyed generally with assumptions about roman that cast him as even a little bit twee just because he’s silly. look at how he actually dresses. this man would not paint his nails or have a charm on his phone. you’re thinking of kieran culkin!)

anyway this is my fav horse foreplay fanmix by @gotouda just bc it’s bursting with songs that are simply About Romtom. full of stuff me a young millennial gay person listens to so i play it a lot lol. there’s also an unsettled/upsetting undercurrent to some of these choices that matches the tone of the fic PRECISELY!!!! i have no idea how someone would go about building a mix based on romtom AND character taste just bc it is nigh impossible for me to picture roman roy listening to a song BECAUSE it reminds him of tom.

tom on the other hand…………….. that’s elton john, that’s ABBA, that’s broadway original cast recording, that’s george michael, that’s adele. ok

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

A Date Night HC with Black Mask and F!S/O 🖤

S/O loves to be spoiled and pampered by him. She teases him wearing a dress he likes on their extravagant date night to a high-end restaurant ... There will be a few surprises from him too :3c S/O is his enabler and lets him get away with a lot of his behaviour, and up to mischief herself.

"It's a good thing we pay so much to eat here, or they might actually kick us out-" Black Mask x F!S/O (Valentine's Event 2024)

Oh god don't enable him, he's already impossible. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: Suggestive, NSFW, fingering

Valentine's Day. The perfect excuse for an obnoxiously extra date night to show off to everyone else. No matter how far Roman got away from his roots, some things never changed. He was better than everyone else, as were you. Certainly one of the best parts for having a girlfriend like you was his ability to show that in public.

It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that you could have almost anything you wanted. When you didn't ask for much, he made it a mission to spoil you. Spa days, special treats here and there- You deserve it, you put up with his shit, after all. Seeing how much you enjoyed it just eggs him on.

So tonight he let you know exactly where he was taking you. Some high end place he's put a lot of money into for under the table deals. Tells you that you can pick whatever dress you want, but the panties? He's got those set out. Black and lacy, with stockings he pictures rolling up your thighs. Why wouldn't you take the opportunity to fuck with him back? A slinky number you knew got him hot when he saw it. Just a little too short and accentuated your body in all the right places.

You could hear the sharp, huffing inhale through his mask when he first saw you come out. You could feel how firmly he had his hand on your inner thigh while riding in the car, then how it moved to the small of your back as you entered the restaurant. He'd been quiet other than small talk. Telling the waiter to take you to "his" table.

He then forced his way to sit next to you, hand back on your thigh and creeping up, "You think you're fuckin' cute, huh?"

"Adorable, thank you for asking." The calm facade on your face flickered only for a second as his pinky moved up and down the front of the lingerie between your legs.

His gaze was intense, even when the waiter came back to ask for your order. It was then he ordered for you. Expensive. Something you definitely wanted but might not order on your own due to the price or the fuss of it. And a bottle of something old and fancy. His hand never left it's place until you moved it.

"Since you seem to like these so much..." You found yourself hiking up the dress almost to your hips. Another patron happened to look over... and quickly look away when they found Black Mask glaring back at them. And there in your hands was your now removed panties, which he snatched away to tuck in his pocket.

The wine was brought to the table, then... along with a box. He made a motion with his hand to you, "Happy Valentine's Day, doll."

Then, as you opened it- It was a bright red teddy bear... with a bracelet. The bracelet itself wasn't anything crazy. Yet you recognized it as one you'd been admiring a month ago. You hadn't asked for it. Yet he remembered the way you'd looked at it and decided you needed to have it.

"Allow me." He was already taking it off the bear and putting it on your wrist, "Yeah. Suits you just right."

"I... Thank you-"

"Don't say anything about making it up. You're gonna make it up right now." He's leaning to your ear before his hand tucks between your thighs, "Open up."

Before you could really respond beyond giving more space for his hand, he was plunging a finger inside. Praising you for being wet. Drinking his wine in his other hand as if he wasn't making you writhe. His palm pressed against your clit, making one smooth movement of penetration and stimulation. When someone walked by, he'd add another finger or push harder to get you to moan.

By the time the food came out, he had you on the edge. Yet he pulled away. The plates hit the table and he was licking his fingers. Looking at you knowingly. A little appetizer for himself.

Then he was cutting into his steak as if nothing happened, "We'll continue this later."

It was delicious, there was no question. Both you and your partner were taking small bites. Enough to assuage the hunger- You'd both be taking leftovers and finishing after certain events that night. He almost laughed when the waiter asked if you wanted dessert.

"Nah, fuck off. Give us the check."

It would have seemed the two of you were on the same page. Until, at least, you were leaving the building. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something black fall from Roman's pocket and hit the ground. He was already pushing you forward before you could turn around. Your mouth agape as you realized just what your partner intentionally dropped on the floor of the fucking public restaurant.

"Sir, you dropped your-" a waiter paled as he found himself picking up your recently worn underwear.

"Yeah, thanks kid." Roman sneered behind the mask, "She was just telling me she was feeling cold." He held them up to you, knowing you were going to snatch them from his grip.

It was in the moment you didn't know if you wanted to fuck him or kill him. To be determined.

#not me making a fallout boys esque title for this one #black mask x f!reader #black mask #roman sionis #roman sionis x F!reader #foxwriting #foxy valentines event #suggestive

[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Headcanons—Donny Donowitz | Inglourious Basterds

Link to my IB Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

PET NAMES. Doll, Baby, Sweetums, Honey, you name it. I don’t think you’ve ever heard him say your government name since y’all got together. Even when you’re arguing with him and he gets frustrated he will still call you by a pet name. The only time your name is ever spoken is if it’s a life and death situation where you’re hurt and he’s loosing his mind.

This man will protect you with his life. Don’t ever think you’ll go through something alone or not have back up. Before y’all were an item, you were each other’s wingman. Of the Basterds Donny took to you quickly and he’ll be dammed if you got injured.

Donny loves to cuddle—simple as that. Holding you in his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck and feeling the warmth radiate off you brings him joy. Especially with being in high stress situations on the war front, he’ll pass an opportunity of getting to relax with you. “Donny, I need to pee.” “Just hold it for a few more minutes. Please, doll?”

Back home in the states, Donny spoils you relentlessly. He is a romantic at heart. You two run the Barber shop together with his brothers after his father retired and Donny puts his portion of profits into savings to be able to buy you nice things. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with Sox tickets, a nice dinner, or going to the cinema. He just loves spending time with you and he does that by taking you out anytime he can.

In the mornings, you two usually sit out on the porch with a cup of coffee—which tasted like heaven compared to the watery shit Aldo used to make—and talk about the future. The past is left behind with neither of you wanted to discuss the horrors of war, instead you two just want to move forward. During the day you work at the Barber shop before coming home in the evening to make dinner together. Afterwards you both clean up to settle on the couch with a glass of wine or whiskey and listen to the radio or dance to the gentle tune of Frank Sinatra records.

I can see you two adopting animals together or taking in the neighborhood strays. Whether it be dogs or cats, eventually you two have a full house where you basically take in more than you bargained for. “Not another one, honey—don’t you see we’re drowning in cat hair and the yard is full of dog shit?” “But this one is just a baby, Donny!”

After the war you two keep in touch with the Basterds. A lot of them were on the east coast or not too far so at least twice a year you guys make plans to visit them. Usually it’s around the holidays or to celebrate big announcements. Aldo always writes letters, Wicki and Hugo send postcards, and sometimes Smitty and Omar will call you on the landline. “They reaccepted me into NYU! I’m starting this spring.” “That’s amazing, Uti! We’ll have to take a trip out there to celebrate!”

Expect Donny to propose shortly after y’all return to the States. He already knew he wanted to marry you shortly after becoming official, but considering you guys went through hell and needed to re-assimilate into society, he figured it was best to wait. So in the meantime he saved up every penny to get you the best ring that would have all the dames and studs envious. Then when the moment came he got down on one knee in a spot that meant something to the both of you and simply says, “baby doll, you are my world. You’re my past and present, now i want you to be my future. Would you do this Basterd the honor of marrying him?”

When y’all argue the aftermath usually lasts no longer than an hour to allow you both to cool off. Honestly Donny hates it when you argue so he tries to make it up quickly. And he’ll never let you go to sleep angry at him—you both will sit down at the table and talk before sleeping to make sure you guys are okay.

You two are well beloved in your neighborhood. The kids love coming over to throw baseballs with Donny, the man joining in on a game when they beg him to play. You offer tutoring lessons to help them in school and always have cookies with lemonade prepared. All the parents are like, “you two see our kids more than us! How do you not lose your heads watching all of them when they’re over?” “We just have a magic touch.”

#donny donowitz headcanon #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz imagine #donny donowitz x y/n #donny donowitz #inglourious basterds headcanons #inglorious basterds fanfiction #inglorious basterds imagine #inglourious basterds

[bi-bats]

for the ask game - JayTim obviously!! or, if that's been asked already, maybe JayRoy?

YESSSSSSSS okay I'm gonna do both ships, because neither has been asked yet!

We're going to start with Jaytim though, because obviously I ship it 😂

What made you ship it?

There was a fic by Timmyjaybird that I read that had unrequited Jaytim (different main pairing with Tim), and their dynamic piqued my interest. I decided to click into the ship page, read strange fear I ain't felt for years by sister, and then it was over for me. If you know me, you'll know I always say that all it takes is reading one good fic for a ship and I'll start shipping it. Plus I'm a Tim kinnie and Jason is so so hot, so theres definitely a projection character/attraction character thing going on

What are your favorite things about the ship?

All the ways I can play with them. They can be fucked up, unstable, unwell, obsessive (on both sides). They can be bitter and angry and fall into each other (which I tend to favor in longer works). They can be soft and sweet and gentle and forgiving. They can be blushing and nervous and uncertain. They can be petty and annoyed and really into riling each other up. It ALWAYS works. And also, there's something I find so fascinating about the way they accidentally helped create each other. Tim as Robin happened mostly because of Jason, and Jason becoming Red Hood and going after Bruce gets set into motion because he finds out about Tim. They're a feedback loop and neither of them is happy with the results. Okay, I have to stop here before this turns into a dissertation. Or before I spoil a future fic which I already had to erase a spoiler for so next question

Is there an unpopular opinion you have about the ship?

A little bit? I think my only opinion that some people disagree with (but isn't necessarily unpopular) is that I don't like the whole Pit Madness thing. When Jason came back he had a fucked up plan, and he wasn't entirely in his right mind, but he justified it. He was doing the wrong thing for the right reasons when it came to Tim (being mad at Bruce because he's going to get Tim killed and then he almost kills Tim to prove the point). It's something I explore in my fics at almost every opportunity, because I think it's too easy to let Jason off the hook by blaming it on the pit. It also frustrates me because it doesn't really matter whether or not he meant to hurt Tim, because he did. And I like watching him take responsibility for the knowledge that he wanted to hurt Tim, and being forced to confront the realization that his logic at the time involved a lot of mental gymnastics, and grapple with the idea that it might not be a thing he can fix and that even if it is, Tim probably shouldn't forgive him, and definitely shouldn't get involved with him. Okay, halfway through writing this I realized that I definitely have an unpopular opinion about them, but I'm not erasing all that, so you get both. I hate the nickname babybird. I know. I know! I hear you all disagreeing with me. I see you all throwing tomatoes at me. I just don't like it! I don't think it's cute. I like little red or little bird much better, personally.

Okay I'm also gonna do JayRoy but this is getting long, so I'm gonna put the rest under the cut.

JayRoy: I ship it!!!

What made you ship it?

I think one of my friends told me they knew it was a ship and they thought it was cute sometimes and I checked it out? I've actually been reading Jayroy since before I read Jaytim. And as previously stated, all it takes is one good fic.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Honestly I just love their relationship so much. Roy is one of the few people Jason ever really allows to get close to him after becoming Red Hood (if we're ignoring the whole being brought back into the batfamily thing which I have a Lot of Opinions about, but that's a story for another time, anyone reading this can feel free to send me an ask if you want the rant), and I really just love the way they understand each other and are there for each other. I also love that they're assholes to each other. Roy is so irritating and Jason should hate it but he can't and he doesn't because Roy is too endearing and genuine. It's sweet. It's the angry one and the sunshine one.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have about the ship?

I guess? I think they work better as friends who also sleep together. Like, I don't necessarily think they should date. I think that if they ever ended up in a long-term relationship, it would be because Jason realizes he hasn't slept with anyone else in years and they've been partners for even longer than that. But when it comes to things that healthy relationships should have, I don't really see them having it. It's not healthy to start dating someone because you realize you already are after not talking about it for years. I think too much of the responsibility and emotional labor would fall on Roy, and I think he deserves better.

okay, if you're still reading at this point then thank you for reading!!! and thanks for the ask!! I had so much fun answering this 💚💚💚

#🔧gerryrigged #<- assigned bestie tag #I put a lot of thought into ur emoji #like too much probably #thank you so much for the ask!!!! #batsasks #jaytim #jayroy

[lutiaslayton]

Hey so, aside from that time I shared an excerpt from chapter VI a few weeks ago, I haven't posted anything related to SLS in quite a while. Earlier today I finally took the time to clean up my desk for the first time in forever, and I happened to find amongst many other things a few wandering sticky notes with SLS stuff on them! They're like. Many, many months old by now. As you can see in the one above, they date back to the times when I still thought I could fit everything into a four-part chapter IV (which explains why some chapter banners are missing, notably the one for chapter V.2). They're even old enough to date back to the times when I was still referring to the games as "PL1-6" instead of acronyms, wow.

Also hey, what's that? Seems like you get a free teaser for the upcoming chapter's banner 👀 I don't think it counts as spoilers, since just reading chapter V.2 (+ the excerpt I shared a few weeks ago) should be a big enough hint to make quite clear what chapter VI will be about.

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Also, what's that thing on the right? Very good question. I'll let you guess :P It's completely unrelated to SLS, but it is Layton-related. I have zero idea what this thing is doing here though, past me was doing something in a context that present me has no remembrance of. But hey, that makes for a fun little puzzle if you want to try to figure out what these scribbles correspond to!

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There's another interesting sticky note under the cut, but I'd rather keep it hidden so that people who are interested in the fanfic but haven't caught up to chapter V.2 yet (n° 011 in AO3 numbering) won't get spoiled. If you have read up to chapter V.2, you might have an idea as to what this means regarding its contents.

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Boom. There it goes:

So, here it is! A sketch of what exactly was hiding inside Clay's pouch, as well as (as you likely all figured out by now) what Dimitri found in the lab amongst the debris of the time machine.

Regarding this specific sketch, I had actually planned to make a fully coloured version and share it in the end notes of chapter V.2, but alas, I was not able to finish that drawing in time, and it is still unfinished to this day. And now that the best opportunity to share it is behind us, I admittedly am unsure how to reveal it on AO3. I guess I'll make an announcement such as "btw I updated the author's notes at the end of chapter 011-V.2 with a drawing of what Clay's pouch contains, go check it out if you're interested" in the starting/end notes of a future chapter...? Either that or I'll wait for another opportunity, but that would be a shame.

I'll still let you take a look at the current state of the unfinished digital version, since I feel like this is still something you should have been allowed to see all the way back to April 1st:

If you read chapter V.2 carefully, you will notice that the part about the QWERTY keyboard is partially incorrect -- there's also a section with four arrows and a center "OK"-like button. So you basically need even tinier fingers to use that thing.

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Aside from that, I do have more sticky notes, but they're all filled with spoilers -- so I obviously won't share them here. I hope that what I did share here was fun enough to satiate your curiosity a bit!

#professor layton #stable like sand #lutiasdraws

[soleminisanction]

Ask game: What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

Ooo, this is the perfect opportunity to talk about everything I'd like to do with Father of Heroes (my Batman/Percy Jackson crossover where Dick, Jason, Cass, and Tim are demigods with different divine parents but Bruce as their shared mortal father) but haven't gotten to yet because of my inability to focus. I actually have four full stories in mind for that series that I just, haven't been able to get down on paper:

The one most likely to get finished next has the working title Cass's Cabin. It's a one- or maybe two-shot told from Cass's POV about Chiron coming to the Manor to talk Bruce into sending the kids to Camp Half-Blood, then jumps forward a few years to the first summer Cass and Tim are allowed to go, and features Cass wandering off from the group to locate the Harpocrates cabin, which is naturally enough a secret place that only she can find.

After that is the big one, Titans' Quest, which is holding me up in part because I feel like it's really needed to set up the other two stories, but it'd also be the longest one (like, at least as long as one of the PJ novels!) and it's the one I'm least interested in. It'd be focused on a 16-year-old Dick and a crew of mostly the Fab Five (plus recently-disabled clear-eyed mortal Barbara) going on a loosely Aeneid-inspired quest with prophecies and twists I won't spoil here, but the most important thing is that it ends with Dick moving out of the Manor and in with his friends, and also switching from Robin to Nightwing, much to the distress of his siblings.

Following close after that one would be a currently-unnamed short story focusing on Jason taking up the Robin mantle in secret, not knowing that Dick had dropped the name in part because Babs (who, naturally enough, became an oracle in the last story) had made a prophecy about Robin never returning after his next quest. Which he doesn't, he disappears at the end of the story.

And then the last one, also currently unnamed, would be a multi-chapter story about Cass and Tim running away from home because they're both having magical demigod dreams about Jason being alive and they have to go save him from the thing that made him disappear in the last story, elaborating on events that were hinted at in Gossamer Bonds.

So yeah, there's a LOT that I've wanted to do with that AU. It's just... focus is haaaaaaard. ^.^;

#ask meme #ask me stuff #my writing #father of heroes #dc comics #batfam #percy jackson #tim drake #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd

[sunghoonalter-archived]

Idol pairing: Jay x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: angst, hint of fluff

Warnings: implied death, mentions of blood, crying, hanahaki disease, unrequited love.

Synopsis: two weeks after you passed away, Jay finds your final letter addressed to him.

A/N: oh how I hope this is good, half the fic is the letter itself. If you don't know what the hanahaki disease is, you'll find out today! Feedback is highly appreciated(especially rbs)♡♡

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There isn't a greater pain than losing someone close to you, someone you loved unconditionally, trusted with your life. Jay never thought he'd have to go through that pain, especially if it was you he'd lost.

Finding your lifeless body with light blue blood-drenched flowers surrounding and peeking out of your mouth was the most devastating sight and the reason he couldn't sleep. He'd picture it every time he closed his eyes, resulting in tears streaming down his face. He lost his best friend.

Two weeks after you passed away, your parents allowed him to visit your room one last time. He saw it as an opportunity to take a few things as a way to remember you, like your charm bracelet he had custom-made for you. If it was one thing he always did, it was spoil you as often as he could, sometimes buying matching BFF jewelry with the intention of showing others you didn't feel that way about each other and that boys and girls could be friends.

And that was the cause of your death. He only saw you as his best friend and not the way you wanted him to. With every passing day, your condition worsened yet you refused to tell him the truth. And when you succumbed, you asked your parents not to tell him as your dying wish.

♡

He sat on your bed, leaning back on his forearms to take in the sight but constantly having to beat his chest from the violent coughing. Various posters of idols you always dreamed of seeing live, a few drawings and paintings you made as well as glow-in-the-dark star stickers covering the walls and ceiling. He could feel tears building up as he remembered laughing at you for getting excited about your favorite things, always saying how cute you were when you spoke of things you were passionate about.

His eyes traveled across the room before he laid himself flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, just like the days he'd come over and you two would talk for hours, laughing and playfully hitting each other. He remembered how you'd always find a way into his arms, sneek your head onto his chest, which in that moment caused him discomfort. He remembered the tiny humming noises you'd make when you were comfortable, ending with him snuggling against your head.

It's what best friends did… At least that's what he thought.

He turned his head towards your study desk, intrigued by what seemed to be a white envelope peeking from underneath a few of your books. He sat up before getting up to fetch it. As he lifted your books to retrieve it, he was slightly surprised by the wax seal on the back.

He picked it up, turning it over to reveal his name on the front. A letter addressed to him by his deceased best friend; closure at its finest.

He moved back to your bed, letting out a severe cough before clearing his throat. He sat down, taking in a deep breath as he opened the letter. To say he was afraid of its contents was an understatement. What could you possibly have to say to him?

Dear Park Jongseong

He pulled the neatly folded letter out, setting the envelope down next to him and slowly opened the letter, heart slightly aching from the first three words.

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By the time you read this, I must already be gone. I've never written a letter before so I really hope you can understand me. But I know you will, you were the only one that ever did. Through my most cryptic statements and transparent lies, you always knew my feelings. And yet you somehow never noticed my biggest one.

I don't know when it started. I don't know when everything suddenly began to change.

But I know that, ever since then, looking at you felt like a blessing. That being in your arms felt like home and that I belonged there.

Your smile became the eighth wonder of the world. Your eyes held more stars than any galaxy could and I swore I could get lost in them. Your skin became a special kind of sun-kissed, always glowing in the sunlight when we were outside. The sound of your voice became music to my ears and all I wanted was for that music to play for hours.

But every day, when you weren't around, I began to cough regularly. I felt like I was in heaven with you and I felt like I was in the worst of hell alone. I brushed it off as flu since you never got sick and were probably immune to it. Yet it wouldn't stop, days, weeks even, it just wouldn't stop.

And that was when I realized. When the first speck of blood and the first petal came together, I realized that I'd fallen in love with you.

Every time we were together, my heart ached when you called me your friend when I wanted to be so much more. I could feel the thorny stems wrap themselves around my ribs when I heard you speak of another girl. I could feel the petals climb up my throat when another girl showed interest in you. I stopped being able to handle it. I couldn't.

Holding petals and even whole flowers in my hands reminded me that you would never love me the way I love you. You only love me as what people called philia, whereas I love you in the way that people called eros.

We were destined to remain friends and yet my heart wouldn't allow it. My heart diluted my head with only thoughts of you. My heart would've made my body walk barefoot in the coldest of winters to you if it could.

Now, before I end this letter and say my last goodbyes, I want you to know that what happened to me is not your fault. You are one of the most precious, most beautiful souls ever created, falling in love with you was almost inevitable. You were everything I wanted, everything I needed and it's my fault that I brought you this pain. I knew I could never be with you so I chose to suffer through it all to be there for you because my entire world became you, but it seemed that I didn't realize that my choice would eventually become selfish and I'd do the very thing I wanted to prevent.

I'm sorry for falling in love with you. I'm sorry for ruining our friendship with my stupid feelings. But I'm thankful for the years you spent with me, understanding me when no one else could and always being there for me even in the times I pushed you away.

I love you in this life, the next, as well in the infinite lives that would go on until the end of time and beyond

Love Y/n L/n

Jay's tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks, choked sobs echoing against the walls as he held the letter close to his chest.

P.S. my flower is in the envelope, and is the one thing I want you to do.

.

"I'm so sorry for killing you," he choked out as he began to cough once more. "It is my fault."

He reached for the envelope like you told him to, gently pulling the delicate petal out and holding it gently in his palm.

"F-forget me not?"

His voice was hoarse as he coughed one final time, specks of blood covering his hand. As well as a wilted petal identical to yours.

He would never forget you.

He didn't have a choice.

💐🌼🌷⚘️🏵🥀🌺🌹🍁🌻

@hee-pster is it good enough?😅

#enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen angst #jay angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons

[waynes-multiverse]

Multiverse News: Week 1

Greetings, fellow travelers! It’s your favorite hot mess speaking! 🖖

In the new year, I wanted to make an effort to share more about my writing progress and give you guys better (and hopefully, weekly) updates on some of my WIPs that I’ve been working on during that time.

So, for the curious among you, it’s a great opportunity to get some insight, and for me, it’s awesome because I get to share some of my excitement about current projects with you guys. And you know the rules here, questions are not only allowed but welcomed. Let me know if you like this idea and if we should continue it. In the future, I could also add fic recs of what I read that week if that would be something you’re interested in. So, without further ado, let’s get started! 🖤

Fine print: Updates may contain small spoilers, which are announced in italics! 😜

Series Updates:

DBM: Finished three chapters this week. Spoilers: First part takes place in the reader’s past with chosen moments throughout the first three seasons. The chapters are called: Lemons, Salt, Tequila. Cas and Jack also finally make appearances 😇

TBH: Finished up and ready to go up until 30. I still hate them. They keep sacrificing themselves and dying or do something insanely stupid. They won’t cooperate with me, but I’ve worked out quite a few kinks! 💪

PH: Finished until 18. Oooooooh, do I love writing this thing! Spoilers: Intense jealousy and anger management problems in parts 17 and 18. God, they’re idiots! Also, have I mentioned the smut in 13 and 14? 🔥 No? Well, there you go…

Planned Miniseries:

Cast Away: So excited for this one! It’s a hate to love, with one part already being piningly in love, and everything happens on a deserted island because of a stupid witch spell (haha cast away… Get it now? 😂). Also, there might be some Peter Pan elements in this. Be surprised (and if you send me an ask about it, I might send you snippets of the first part) 😉

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby: This is actually a part two to a Jensen x Reader one-shot I did in June. I said back then that I want more of them, and I still do. This has been sitting in my drafts for months again. Edited so many times I can’t even count and still not finished. But I had one final idea on how to fix what I don’t like, so we’ll see. I’m quite happy with the direction it’s taking 🙃

Upcoming One-Shots:

Mercilessly: Demon!Dean x Soulmate!Reader fic. Not gonna spoil too much about it because it’s posting soon for a challenge 😈

Everything I Wanted: The alternate ending to On The Beach aka the one I deleted because it was depressing, angsty and devastating. Anyways, who wants their hearts to be broken? (Also, I titled it after the Billie Eilish song because the lyrics and video always make me fucking bawl my eyes out 😭)

#multiverse news #wayne chats #weekly updates #writing update

[terrence-silver]

So I recently read something about how in the Soviet Union they had these travel agencies that would of course give tours to people coming from other countries. And it also said that it was not uncommon for these men from other countries to fall in love with their tour guides, and in a couple cases I read would even end up marrying their tour guide. So that got me wondering. What if 80s Terry decided to visit Eastern Europe for whatever reason and fell in love with the tour guide assigned to him?

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Politically, a fervent hater of Communism and all it stands for; of course he would be. He fought against it in Vietnam. But that doesn't prevent him from learning the enemy's way of life, first hand, on the enemy's own territory and turf and finding he's keenly fascinated by the act of it --- the act of observation, approaching it all with childlike, enthusiastic glee. Money can buy that for Terry, yes. And money can buy his way anywhere, because a business man must do business with everyone and do business everywhere if he ever hopes to make it in any significant way;. Even traversing right over the Iron Curtain in the 80's. I think he'd find a weird, bizarre sense of humor in that. Travelling where few dared at the time and doing so leisurely, like he owns the world from East to West and back again, and in a sense, he does, all of this being a testament to his power, because on the flip side, such is the nature of Capitalism; there's profit and opportunity in an untapped market. Maybe he's there striking a business deal or ten while he's at it. Money talks everywhere, especially in the midst of oppressive regimes and governments. Maybe a council of Soviet commissars can sign a highly dubious contract that allows Dynatox to dump toxic waste on their territory and while charming and diplomatic, Terry can secretly consider that a point for the home team. Him doing right by America as a silent 'take that'.

A further point for the home team is his guide.

Of course he'd get a guide all of his own, to be shared with nobody else.

Special treatment for the special guest from abroad.

A whole floor for him at the top of The Ukraine, the prestigious hotel with 1,026 rooms was built to accommodate foreigners. A private airplane strip for his private airplane and a complementary floor-lenght mink coat he can wear while visiting, which he'd undoubtedly wear. Then, there's you.

And of course that if he developed a fixation, an obsession, a sense of desire, love, ownership, or all of that all at once, he'd keep the solution simple and practical; He is taking beloved home with him and he is fully adamant on this decision --- after all, they've been assigned to him and he takes that very literally because he can. Not only is he making a million dollar deal out of polluting Siberian mining cities with deadly nuclear waste and he has a binding contract to prove it, he's also taking beloved back with him, like an actual spoil of war. Cold war, that is. No shots fired. All negotiations, handshaking and shoulder tapping, but Terry Silver very much views this as war, and claiming beloved as an act of collecting all the beautiful things the enemy has to offer for himself. But entirely heartless he is not. He wants to be wanted back. He wants it profoundly. He wants to have his saviour moment and he wants beloved to want to come and he lulls them in with the life that awaits them on the other side, in sunny California, with him, tangling them in a web of dreams, and what's worse, none of it is a lie. By the end of his visit, beloved is fully immersed and seduced that they will not only want to come, they'll make it their top priority. And they belong to Terry. Terry brings home whoever Terry wants to bring home, even if, validly, in the 80's, a high-profile Billionaire being with a formerly Soviet Citizen would raise a scandal. Not that he cares; he can live with a scandal, because in his own words 'Not a year passes without him getting legally indicted'. He fought for his country. The least it can do is let him fuck whoever he wants. He feels he's earned the privilege. If he starts feeling particularly spiteful, which he always does, notwithstanding his general devotion, might just bring beloved's whole family over too, just because he can. Because they too are now his.

A post-haste marriage is next too.

Wickedly enough, he loves that it has to happen for beloved to be able to stay with him and that his control in the situation is goddamn absolute.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #80's terry silver #soviet union #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #dynatox #tour guide #communism #easterneruopean!beloved #easternerupean!reader

[theliterarywolf]

Alright, so Helluva Boss has finally returned for its second season.

The bloody, raunchy little indie show that could has obviously entranced viewers all over the internet (including some who probably shouldn't be watching it; *glaring at the parents who let their elementary-age children watch it because "all cartoons are totes for children, right?"), but is the series strong enough to hold up a continuation? Or was first season a fluke with an unsteady foundation?

So earlier when I made a bite-sized post after watching the S2 premiere, I had a few people who were unsure of whether my comment of 'that was a lot' was meant to be good or bad. Which is, of course, understandable. I was out and about so I didn't want to make a full post and accidentally end up spoiling people.

However, now that I can make a longer form post, I can firmly state that the first episode of Season 2, titled "The Circus" is definitely a strong opener.

While there were a few pieces of the humor that we've come to know from this production, the bulk of the episode was definitely more grounded and drama-focused due to it following Stolas from his childhood, to the early days of his arranged marriage, and finally the current timeframe (i.e.: where Season 1 ended off)

So, what were the stand-out elements for me?

Paimon - I really enjoyed how Paimon, while being an emotionally neglectful parent, wasn't so in the bombastic, emotionally/physically abusive sense. Oh, he's still not great, but he at least had the wherewithal to, upon seeing his son upset about his 'non-negotiable arranged marriage', try and make him feel better through material means. In comparison to most parents in that trope going the route of 'stop fucking crying, do what you're told, and GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!'

Biltzo and Stolas's initial reunion - While their time together as children was cute, I feel like the reunion was a bit stronger not only because of the setting for it (Stella's "Not-Divorced" Anniversary Party) but also because it gave us stronger context for the famous 'Sorry, I fucked your husband!' scene from the pilot. Stolas's joyous crows of 'That! Was the sound! Of a FUCKING divorce!!' were the icing on the cake.

However, I will admit that there were two elements which, while still enjoyable to watch, weren't executed the best.

Stolas's new song - I felt like it was so much flatter than his last performance. Yes, the moods are different (singing a heartfelt lullaby to your child versus realizing that everything in your life has gone to shit) but it never hit that realm of musical-theatre like 'You Will be Okay' did.

Fucking. Stella. - Okay. *deep breath* Okay, okay, okay. I always knew that Stella's main presence in the series is that of an emotional antagonist to Stolas but there was always the hope in my mind of 'well, she probably has reasons or weight behind her demeanor and actions. While she acts abrasive, there's something else there!'

But... Nope. Spindlehorse has decided that she's literally just a bitch. And I can't help but feel like it's a bit of a wasted opportunity because, initially, there was room for something like 'oh, she's been trying to make this unhappy marriage somewhat presentable for the sake of duty but Stolas cheating on her has just caused her to say 'fuck it' but, no, she's always been violent and angry from birth. So... yay...

Also the thing with her cackling to her friends about 'all he does is lie there in bed, I have to do everything'.

Honey. Your husband is gay. Send for an incubus or some other prostitute to get him in the mood and then push them away for the main deed. Literally, you're rich!! There are ways to go about this, Stella!

Overall, this episode is a strong 7.5/10.

Also, I just remembered that someone on Twitter translated the pages that Stolas was reading during his song and they're roughly along the lines of a recipe for crystals that allow travel to the living world. So, oof, yeah: Stolas is thinking of ending the arrangement he has with Blitzo and its going to be interesting to see how that unfolds.

[bellafragolina]

I know asks aren't open but man do I have a sales pitch that I'm currently workshopping right now!

This was inspired after I watched a few videos from the anime "Farming Life in Another World" and "Campfire Cooking in Another World With my Absurd Skill"!

Picture this!

So we die irl, and as an apology for suffering so much before our death we get sent to another world with the wish to be able to farm like in Minecraft or Stardew Valley and be able to cook food to our heart's content (cuz MC is a foodie and a sucker for farming games).

Next thing we know we are dropped into a new world teeming with human and beasts alike.

(Basically try to mix the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon series with Pokemon Legends. That's the angle I'm going for)

Since the human village won't let us in, big deal, we just make our own little niche.

So we find an island (which is barricaded with a magical mist) and we make ourselves at home there.....

With unlimited stamina for farming and building (with some help from some very nice Machoke) and the ability to order food using Online Grocery (god gave us an allowance of their caliber) everything is going fine.

We start getting animals on our side, turning our little camp into a farm of sorts, which starts to expand with time...

One day, a little trip to the "mainland" led to running into the Gingko Guild in trouble (basically the Alpha Garchomp from Hisui Snow) and with dumb luck (and mistaking a pokeball as a dirty rock) you end up catching the Garchomp and saving the Guild (Note Volo is not there because he was slacking off somewhere off screen).

So for a little bit we travel with the Gingko Guild, which led to cooking for them (btw we have to keep the Online grocery thing a secret).

At one point they stopped to make camp and have dinner.

As mc makes food with her best ingredients and the Gingko Guild is just eating it up in more ways than one, a creature sitting in the shadows watches intensely as the smell of food was very intoxicating and wants a bite.

So naturally the said creature comes out, and who would have guessed one of the Legendary Dog Pokemon would make a guest appearance?! (I'm thinking shiny Zacian or Zamazenta, but may change to something else who knows)

I would go on but that may be spoiling too much and I'm still hammering out the finer details. You gotta check out the anime if you wanna get an idea what may happen next...

But on a not so random note, picture Arceus in their domain just watching all of this and is like "I wanna try that!"

And they send "divinations" to the said legendary dog accompanying mc asking to put some "offerings" atop Mt Coronet in return to help mc out with whatever she needs.

Bonus points if Giratina gets in on it too and we baffle the crap out of Volo, and stun Irida and Adaman when their Almighty Sinnoh literally comes down from the heavens to get a taste of the mortal's good cooking....

But yeah chew on that for a bit and just think on it. And let me know what you think!

K thanks bye!

hhhhhh what i wouldn't give to live in a place like stardew valley

but this is a cool idea!! the quickest way to someone's heart is through their stomach, after all! so of course that applies to pokemon as well! even the most temperamental of beasts can be soothed with a delicious meal, and the gods, upon seeing this master chef, become >:( because they want yummy food too!!

poor mc, navigating this new world with everyone beast big or small, weak or strong, begging them for a taste of their cooking. all these babydoll eyes upon them, even from Arceus themself

it's a fun story with plenty of opportunity for shenanigans!! i like it a lot!! i'd love to know more if you ever wanna share more!!

~Renee

[unicorn360draws]

ANNNNNNNNDDDDDDD I'm back for another installment of my 17 year old sister being and a@@hole. For context my sister is the youngest of five and my parents are too tired to parent her. Strang thing is, I'm only a year older.

This week, me and my sister were left alone in the house while my parents went a trip with my brother for a very important event. They gave us chores to do and asked me to keep some money in case of emergencies. I haven't used a dime and all of us were in a greenest to not tell my sister because she'd use it for whatever she wanted. In fact, she is so dam spoiled that she was annoyed they "didn't leave money". Our fridge was stocked and I took the opportunity to learn a few recipes as I'm not a very well rounded adult yet.

The chores we were given were simple. Help pack some things since we're moving pretty soon, mow the lawn since we put in new grass and it needs it, and vacuum the floor or water the plants. Simple things. Wanna guess how many my sister did? NONE!!!

Nothing! She "cleaned her room" and that was it. She has a dog (technically two but she ignores her older one) but she doesn't know how to feed him correctly and acts as if it's the hardest thing to do. If it didn't hurt the dog, who I love with all my heart and couldn't bear to see hurt, I wouldn't feed him. Everything HAS to be her way.

We have two vans and my mom hates her driving the new one, so when the old one runs out of gas, what did she do without permission? Used the new one. She hasn't packed squat and she didn't contribute to daily meals either. When she is home, she's taking up the TV until I complain about the show and ask to watch something different, then she just leaves me alone in the house ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

I am a human being! I may be introverted but that does NOT mean I shouldn't be given the bare minimum of pleasant conversation. I asked to go to the mall yesterday and when we went to Barnes and Noble, my favorite shop, she would NOT stop complaining, instead of just going to her shop. She yanked me around by my purse and forced me around until we went to Claire's where she took her dam time, finding earrings and necklaces and CRAP!!! But somehow she couldn't afford gas?

When I reminded her of our parent's rules about things like the jewelry she was buying, she called me a n@zi. A GOSH DARN N@ZI? REALLY? I just reminded you of the rules that were set since you were TINY!!! She even called my mother a n@zi just because she wouldn't let her wear her tops a certain way. But today really takes the cake.

I woke up fine. Got to babysit my nieces for my older sister because heavens forbid my little sister has to do it (My older sister doesn't even bother asking LS anymore). Halfway through I get a text that she's leaving and one of the dogs didn't eat. BECAUSE SHE COULDNT FOLLOW THE DAM INSTUCTIONS THAT MOM AND I MADE ON THE FOOD BOX!!! It's a simple thing but no. She goes on a date at 6pm and leaves me alone again. I make dinner around 9:30pm because I was in a slump. When she comes home, she brings 3 others at 11:30pm. I tell them there's food and no one eats it. Fine.

She is looking for a movie to watch and chooses IT...Which is Rated R and NOT FOR HER AGE OR ALLOWED IN OUR HOUSE! I remind her of this and she shrugs before putting it on. It was 1:30 am when they ended, then she comes into my room and demands to know why I'M being so rude...I'm just done. I don't think I'll be giving her a response from now on.

I only ever get hurt when it comes to her and I never want to hear the pitchy voice call me an idiot or a n@zi or ANY OTHER INSULT EVER AGAIN! I'm just done.

[shadowuponstorm]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Munson!Reader

Age Range: 18+ since it involves a character of legal age, so minors, please scroll on. (It's not my fault if you decided to read, don't say I didn't warn you and I'm not responsible for your actions!)

Series: Stranger Things (S4, Pre-Vol. 2)

WC: Over 1.5K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 3, which means you will have to read the previous parts in order to understand the storyline (I have listed them above). Slight spoilers are included, and again, I ask that no one spoils or posts spoilers in the comments in case there are those who haven't seen the show or watched Vol. 2 yet! Also please don't translate, repost, or copy under any circumstances, I prefer my original work to be on just my page. Hope you enjoy this chapter and have a great day/night!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie!" Dustin shouts as all of us rush over to try to stop Eddie before he jams the broken shard into Steve's neck, "Eddie! Stop!"

After Dustin calls out his name a few times, he finally turned his head toward us, with fear still evident in his eyes and face. I couldn't help but feel my heart break seeing my twin like this, especially since he's never in the entire time we've been in existence shown me he was scared.

"It's me, it's Dustin," Dustin said softly, trying to keep Eddie calm, "That's Steve, you know him, Y/N's boyfriend. He's not going to hurt you."

I slowly walked up so that I was closer by a few inches and reached out to put my hand on Eddie's arm before whispering, "Eddie, it's okay." I pull his arm back so the glass isn't so close to Steve's neck anymore.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, allowing the opportunity for Dustin to answer, "We're looking for you."

"We were worried about you," I said as Robin insert herself into the conversation by assuring Eddie we were here to help.

As Dustin introduces Eddie to the others and helped him fully calm down, I lessen the grip and backed away to allow space for Eddie to walk away from Steve before I rush to wrap my arms around his neck as he fell back to a sitting position on something behind him.

"Are you okay?" I whispered into his ear as Steve let out a sigh of relief and murmured in my ear, "Yea, I'm good. God, he can be intense."

"He's just scared, he's usually not like that," I respond as I pulled out of the embrace and focused my attention back on Eddie, who is currently staring into space sitting with his back to the wall while Dustin's now the one creeping up to him. I glance back at Steve to see him move his head towards Eddie to telepathically say, "Go to him.", prompting me to walk over to be beside him.

"We just want to talk," Dustin whispered as he reaches out, causing Eddie to flinch, which was so out of character for him.

As the others started to inch in slowly, I watch Robin kneel down to assure Eddie that we just wanted to know what had happened.

"You won't believe me," Eddie mutters as he sniffs, evident he's been crying before we had gotten to where we are, which broke my heart.

"Try us," Max said as Eddie looks over at me with a look that asks, "Really?" I shrug my shoulders to whisper, "I really think you should. I think it might help in this case."

Eddie sighed and shook his head before he started to tell us what had gone on last night between him and Chrissy.

"I gave Chrissy a ride back to the trailer since she wanted to score some deal and she asked me to get the stronger stuff, so I did, searched the nooks and crannies they could've been in. After I found it, I walked into the room to see her just standing there, her eyes were rolled in the back of her head. I tried to wake her up in case she had been sleeping, but then the lights started to go on the fritz. Her body just, like, lifted into the air and, uh...and she just, like, hung there. And her bones...she," Eddie responded before letting out a whimper, "Her bones started to snap. Her eyes. It...It was like there was something, like inside her head, pulling. I- I didn't know what to do, so I- I ran away. I left her there."

All of us were stunned into shock and silence at the horrific scene Eddie has described to us, far worse than what the police could try to connect the pieces to or a story a starving filmmaker could conjure up.

Eddie scoffs in disbelief and mutters, "You all think I'm crazy, right?" I squeezed his arm before I voice my disagreement, "No we don't, we believe you, Eddie. Every word of it."

"Don't bullshit me, sis! I know how this sounds," Eddie shouts, making me flinch back from the sudden volume of his tone, causing Steve to look angry at the site of the love of his life and the expecting mother of his child being scared by someone dear and close to her.

"Hey, don't shout at her. She's-" Steve started to rebut as he stops himself short before accidentally spilling the secret.

"She's what?" Eddie asked, confused about why Steve didn't finish the sentence before Max distracts him by saying, "We're not bullshitting you."

"We believe you," Robin inputs, also in on the plan of distraction while Steve thinks of an excuse to be believable in Eddie's eyes.

"I was going to say, she's your twin sister. She's someone who would believe and be with you every step of the way whenever you need her, you shouldn't yell or else you'll end up hurting her. I know you never want to do that to her," Steve responds as Eddie shook his head slightly before whispering to me, "He's right, I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay Eds," I whispered back before I give him a hug, "I still love you."

"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little...difficult to take," Dustin says as Eddie nods before affirming with an "Okay."

"You know how people say Hawkins is...cursed? They're not way off. There's another world, a world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours," Dustin educates, making Eddie question ghosts and shit. Max inserts into the lesson, "There are some things worse than ghosts."

"These monsters from this other world...we thought they were gone," Dustin says before I mention, "But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you."

"If they're back again, we need to know," Max mutters before Robin asks, "That night, did you see anything?"

Eddie shook his head at each suggestion as to what possibly could've been able to do those things to Chrissy before he stops them with, "No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh...or touch."

"It was like she...she was in a trance or something. She couldn't move," Eddie mentions before Dustin adds in, "Or under a spell."

After they both looked at each other in realization, Dustin said something about "Vecna's Curse."

"Who's Vecna?" Steve asked from behind the kids before Dustin answered in a worried tone, "An undead creature of great power."

Robin looks down at her watch to say, "Hey, it's getting really late for some of us, we should go before our parents worry about where we are."

"I agree," I respond before I turned back to Eddie and told him that we'll all be back in the afternoon, as well as telling him to stay put.

After we all left the boat shed and arrived at each house to drop off someone, Steve and I pull up to his house before I started to cry.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Steve asked worriedly as he reaches over to pull me into him to hold me in his arms while shushing me.

"I have never seen him like before, Steve, and it worries me," I muttered before I reach a hand up to wipe my tears, "I'm worried about what the town would do to him if they knew where he was, I'm worried for his mental health after what he had witnessed, I'm especially worried about what's to come for our unborn child when we bring them into this world, and...I'm worried for what or who this Vecna could unleash."

I then feel Steve's hand go under my chin, guiding me to be looking up at him before he lets out a sigh he's been holding in.

"I'm worried too, hell, I'm terrified, and I shouldn't be. I fought off a Demogorgon, the Mind Flayer, Billy, and so many of those other monsters that have ever existed in the Down Under. This is something entirely different than them, this is something we cannot hear, see, or touch. Yes, while I'm scared, I know that we're better than our fears and can overcome them just enough to take this creature down, just like we did with the others," Steve says as he kisses me on the forehead, "We can get through what gets thrown our way, and we can certainly try our best to help clear your brother's name. Because he doesn't deserve to still be in hiding when we decide to solidify our future by marriage and when this little one makes their appearance, hopefully, we'll be out of Hawkins by then."

"How did I get lucky to be with a guy like you? You always know what to say," I respond as Steve laughs and whispered, "Hey, I wasn't smart enough to get into college, but I definitely am smart enough to know you're the only one for me and how to survive in this world."

After we both calmed down from laughing, we exited the car and went into the house to start getting ready for sleep to fall upon us. It came easy for Steve, with his soft snores filling the room, but for me...it didn't, though, after an hour of listening to Steve's heartbeat, I felt myself being lulled into a deep slumber.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things

[petalsmooth]

I’ve more or less moved on from Riverdale. 

I am ONLY interested in Jabitha of which we have NO content right now. 

RAS being out a show to screw up.

Cole being released from this toxic show/cast.

I have spent last few months re-watching old favorites or reading old favorites. I’ve been re-discovering what it is to watch and read things I ENJOY and it has just cemented how little I enjoy most of Riverdale. Aforementioned exception of Jabitha. Who do make me smile.

I only want to watch or read stories that entertain me or make me happy. I like escapist entertainment. Riverdale isn’t escapist entertainment. It’s a flailing show with no rhyme or purpose servicing too many ego’s. It allows personal ambitions, relationships and biases to affect it’s direction rather than the audience’s enjoyment of the show or letting the characters move in realistic manner for THEM. It inspires no trust in it’s audience. There is no logical path to follow to ascertain it’s endgame. They literally just fling everything up in the air and see where it scatters.

There is just so much history with Star Trek and the next generation cast. I’m currently watching, remembering and kind of loving how a man who once lectured Spock and Kirk about Cowboy diplomacy and duty being considered the paragon of new Star Fleet is now the one being lectured by a hard nosed unimaginative captain about their crashing of ships and defying of star fleet edicts. Only took a lifetime for Picard to realize what Kirk knew in his 30′s. lol

I love the repore with Stewart and Frakes’. I love Beverly FINALLY being back in this universe. I love the implications of what Beverly having another son may mean. I’m invested in these characters because of the actors themselves and the history that is not uprooted and erased just because an actor throws a fit. TBH, in the Star Trek universe Voyager is probably closer to comparison to RD in how BTS drama could spoil a show. Which makes it interesting they pulled Jeri Ryan’s character into this universe, this cast would have been a far more welcoming one that the one she initially came to fame on.

And so maybe currently enjoying TWO casts, Bridgerton and TNG, that seem to be on fairly good terms make RD in less tolerable. I simply don’t care about KJ, Lili or Camilla’s whining or ambitions. I find it short sighted and shallow. Acting can be hard work It’s not say...construction work but you do delve into emotions and end of the day that can produce a different level of fatigue. I get it. But it’s still supposed to be fun. You are getting paid to play make believe. they are whining about getting to play dress up each day and do what they did at 6 year’s old. They are somehow completely unaware of how that sounds to people who don’t have that job. There were a handful of people at my work told they had cancer this week. My job isn’t make believe. It’s why I like escapist entertainment. So I have a hard time understanding why I should be engrossed in KJ’s tale of over indulgence and privilege and how he didn’t appreciate it enough while at same time still wanting to shout how he wants more opportunity. You were given an opportunity, abused it, were unprofessional and now that the gravy train ends want someone to stick out their neck for you again? Ok KJ. Good luck with that.

Ambitions are fine, goals are fine. Nothing inherently evil in having them but the one young cast member who WAS professional and appreciated he is in a privileged position they have endlessly mocked for it over the year’s. So really...I could care less about their belated scrambling attempts to run to the media to rehab their professional reputations to appear employable now. 

The entertainment business is a hard one to maintain a career in. IMO the ones who appreciate their positions are the ones who deserve to still be employed 30 year’s later as the TNG now is. Or deserve break out cameos and roles in new films as Bridgerton cast is being offered. I really don’t think most of the RD cast deserves any further opportunities given the only awakening they seem to have is the paychecks are soon to end. I’ve yet to see them truly realize how terribly they have responded to fame beyond an oligatory soundbite for the masses.

[kingofthewilderwest]

Given what you said don't ignore this from the following sentence as it wont spoil or give any ruin to anything. I finished S3 of Amphibia within the last week and going back over the series and other series I just see a lot of writers not being able to commit to longer or more in depth series. Seems like the best series are the ones that KNOW they wont be longer than 3-4 seasons. I havent been too close to many TV shows but all shows nowadays are either limited or being canceled before they do anything worthwhile

From this.

I think it's fascinating you brought that up. I was talking with a friend this week about the trend of children's animation increasingly making long-term narrative arcs, and how there seems to be less focus on episodic children's animation.

I'm going to get rambly, veer all over the place, but more or less stay prompted by what you brought up.

It makes sense we've seen a renaissance of long-term plot forms. Streaming and binge culture allows people to reliably follow a story and see every episode, right? And so we've gotten Gravity Falls, She-Ra, Amphibia, The Owl House (at least from the few episodes I've seen), you name it. Since it's a recent phenomenon that we can safely tell long-term arcs, creators will dive into the new opportunity. I think that in most animation, we're going to see them veering there because They Can Now.

I celebrate the longer plot arcs. It's made beautiful art. And it's unlike periods that came before! At the same time, I hope the pendulum will eventually swing into the center. Once the newness of long-term structure fades, maybe we'll get more balanced numbers between shows that are one form versus the other, each show picking what is best for it.

And going to what you said about long-arc execution... writers have to know they will be able to finish it, right? And with the way Western media still cancels or renews its shows... Western media can't as safely create long-term media. Which means you're limited to:

Writing plots that have the length of an episode

Writing plots that have the length of a season, max

Writing long-term narratives with a specific several season goal, and hope you'll get renewed

Writing long-term narratives, but do so within a safe contract bet (that "they KNOW / are reasonably confident it won't be longer than 3-4 seasons)

Having an "oh, we'll just write, and figure out making that ending when cancellation starts threatening us" (terrible idea)

I think good writing, structure-wise, usually knows how long it's going, because you can't have good, incremental plot scaffolding without knowing your duration. If you're doing #3, you have your scaffolding prepared, but you could get cancelled before your structuring pays off. I see #5 happen more with live action adult media, and that's often a hit and miss, because you are forced, by the uncertain world of potential cancellation or unrenewed contracts, to adlib.

Getting back to Amphibia, even without me knowing what their contract situation was, I can tell they were operating on #3 or #4. Which means it's going to work better structurally.

I think it's fascinating. While I was writing my thoughts last night about Amphibia's structure, I knew that I could write an incredibly robust post about all the ways their scaffolding works. How they successfully implemented it. Because it's very structurally sound and there's tons there. The fact I was writing, from an emotional perspective, about whether I liked it... was going in the face of everything I logically saw working.

It's hard to pinpoint and/or vocalize, studying the well-implemented structural side, why my emotions weren't 100% sold with what I got S2. I can say things like, "It feels like Hop Pop, Sprig, and Polly aren't as integrally tied to the long-term narrative as they should be, given the centrality of family messages in S1," but I can also point to plot events like Hop Pop burying the box that were intended to be central to the long-term whatnot. I still think I'm right. I still think they're not as central, because long-term it is about King Andreas and Marcy and Sasha and Anne and stuff... and what does a farming frog contribute to toads trying to dominate the land?

But in the end, my post wasn't even intending to be structural. My post wasn't intended to say "this is working well or not." Because it is working well? It's just processing, from a purely emotional perspective, that my emotions were weird. It'll be interesting, as I watch S3, whether or not my emotions will or won't align with the structural implementation.

Obviously, you, as someone who's seen S3, will know how that structure plays out. And you will know whether the structure was good. I appreciate you respecting my request to have no hints, even in the slightest, of how S3 goes down, even in vibe. Maybe I'll poke you again about structure when I have completed S3 (probably pretty soon), and talk about that phenomenon you brought up.

I do want more shows that are episodic again. That's a way to escape non-commitment to longer plot arcs, being limited, or being cancelled before going anywhere.

I don't know if I tackled anything you were thinking about, since I went all over the place. But I enjoyed your thoughts. It's cool to reflect on.

#I feel like my brain isn't working that well so I'm sorry if I am going weird directions #analysis #long post #my analysis #Amphibia #Amphibia spoilers #Amphibia S2 #Amphibia S2 spoilers #non-dragons #ask #ask me #rushthetoastyboy #always enjoy hearing from you