#if any of you motherfuckers tag as ship i will beat you to death

[eldritchgoats]

weird fluffy headcanon that i've thought about a lot: c!tommy really, really likes holding people's hands(PLATONIC)

hugs are often too much for him since he squirms a lot and doesn't like being that vulnerable most of the time, but he does like contact and he needs something to grip so he can focus so

hand holding

you have to be a certain level of friend to hold his hand tho. tubbo? absolutely, hundred percent, if they're standing next to each other, their hands are intertwined. wilbur? used to be so, but not anymore. it makes tommy uncomfortable to hold revivebur's hand and ghostbur rarely stuck close enough to hold his hand. dream? in exile, tommy would be desperate for contact and try to hold dream's hand, but the green bitch always shoved him away. ranboo? slowly but surely getting into hand holding zone, he kept reaching for ranboo's hand when they had the confrontation with wilbur, but always moved back at the last second

this has a lot of angst potential

#dream smp #dsmp #myct #tommyinnit #character tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #ranboo #dream #dreamwastaken #/rp #/platonic #if any of you motherfuckers tag as ship i will beat you to death #anyways i didn't include the bedrock bros for a reason #so do with that what you will

[obsessivelycapricious]

18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc comics #dark fic #18+ #joker #TW

[bonesliketambourines]

first line game!

@tackytigerfic saw this floating around tumblr and we thought it looked fun; I decided to sneak in and beat her to the punch with the first post ;) 

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I decided to do Drarry only, so this isn’t exactly my most recent 20 fics.

1. style— Draco crosses his arms and squints across the pitch.

2. lover— Draco Malfoy is a fucking perfectionist, and it makes Harry furious.

3. enough luck to find you once— Draco’s teeth are too sharp tonight.

4. on the barren heath sing the honey bees— Draco pinches the bridge of his nose as he stares down at the parchment.

5. slipping, tumbling, sinking, fumbling— “Fuck,” Draco mutters to himself when he turns the corner and sees who’s waiting for him outside the cordoned-off building.

6. chemical reaction, flashback to your bed— “So I hear you have someone interesting on your schedule for the afternoon,” Hermione says casually, leaning over to steal one of Harry’s chips.

7. far beyond the final station— “Ahh,” Harry groans, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

8. i kinda wanna be more than friends— Sighing, Draco looks conspicuously at his watch, then slouches against the doorframe and crosses his arms when that elicits no reaction.

9. i just want your extra time and your...— Harry sighs, and then when that doesn’t elicit the reaction he was looking for, sighs again more loudly, adding in a despairing shoulder slump.

10. in the end— Harry hates when Draco calls him beautiful, so, naturally, he does so as often as possible.

11. in this together— By the time Harry sends Draco the note, he’s been waiting for it for almost a week.

12. in the flesh— When Draco and Harry decided to get a townhouse together, all their friends predicted it would end in disaster within the month.

13. in a pickle— “Shit, fuck, shit, sodding motherfucking fuck, fuck this whole fucking, shitting, bloody idiotic idea,” Draco says, staring around his kitchen in horror and tugging at the ends of his hair.

14. in knots— Harry’s not sure exactly what made him decide to grow his hair out.

15. in deep— Harry’s used a lot of words to describe Draco Malfoy over the years (pointy, rude, nasty; suspicious, toady; Death Eater; trapped, broken; alive again), but as he sighs and watches in fond irritation as Draco changes the report again, refusing to drop it into the outbox until it’s exactly right, the only word he can consistently come up with these days is fussy.

16. in advance— “I want to try it,” Draco tries to say insistently, eyes fixed on the candles floating behind Harry, but since he’s got a ball gag in, it doesn’t exactly come out intelligibly.

17. in due time— “Does it feel alright?” Draco asks softly, tugging down on Harry’s balls and relishing the sharp gasp that earns him.

18. in denial— This is all Ron’s fault.

19. in heat— Draco carefully aims at his fireplace, but just as he casts the spell that will lock down his Floo to all callers and visitors until he himself lifts it, his hand trembles, and the spell goes wide.

20. in a lather— Draco glances up at the clock, sighing when he notes that only ten minutes have passed.

okay i have to LOL at 8 and 9; same exact sentence, just with the people changed out  😂

as far as my favorite...hmmm that’s a tough one! i think number three is definitely up there, i’m pretty proud of that one; i’m also fond of number fourteen because i felt like it really set the tone for the rest of the fic. i can’t decide though!

tagging @tackytigerfic @shealwaysreads @maesterchill @the-sinking-ship @the-starryknight @pineau-noir if you want!

#tag game #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #hpdm

[imaheckinlee]

A/N: Me? Having the confidence to finally make a blog and post something? I don't believe it either. This is the first tk fic I've ever written, so take that as you will. Also im on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more

Ship: Antiaverage

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Anyone with /ears/ knew that tickling was something common between the septic egos.

Anyone that spent more than a few hours around them would see that Anti was the reason why.

He was a true monster when it came to this. Anti knew every single death spot, every technique that could get an ego to beg for mercy, and being the glitch bitch he was, he was good at sneaking up on them as well. Normally, it was playful and only lasted a few minutes, when Anti noticed someone being in a bad mood or just wanted to hear a laugh. Normally. But if you ever got on Anti's bad side, you had better hide and prepare to scream until your voice was hoarse and you couldn't even remember your own name.

Anti knew that it wasnt exactly conventional for him to do this all the time, but no one complained (most of the time). Whether they enjoyed it or just were too scared to tell Anti to back off, he was happy to continue.

99% of the time, Anti was perfectly fine with this arrangement. Watching other people scream and laugh under his touch was probably the least cruel sadistic action he could take against the others to make sure none of them considered him too soft. Though it didn't always work, especially around Chase for some reason. Chase always joked around with Anti like they were best friends or something, and it drove the green man absolutely insane. /Not/ because Anti was 'feeling' something for the other ego or any shit like that, mind you; he was just annoying. It didn't take long for Chase to start getting more attacks than the others, even up to them being daily. Slowly things turned from a minute or two, up to fifteen minutes no matter how much Chase begged. Anti couldn't say he hated spending more time around the other, though if anything it just caused Chase to spend more time around him.

Only when Anti was around Chase did he start to imagine what it would be like if their roles were reversed.

Anti had always been the scary monster. No one had ever even attempted to tickle him before, so he had no idea if it would even work. But the thoughts were there, and they because more persistent every day. Even to the point where Anti couldn't look at Chase in the eyes without thinking of them together, Chase wrecking him and then their lips connecting and-

Stop. Never gonna happen.

Or so he thought.

On this particular day, Anti had somehow managed to discover a new spot that was even worse than Chase's underarms: his hips. While the previous was met with melodious cackling, the latter was sporadic screeches and silent laughter that clearly drove Chase insane. God, that face he makes when hes so happy... /If/ Anti had feelings, hed be destroyed right now. Though that thought didn't stop the bright green blush rising to his face, even rivaling Chase's redness at all the teasing.

"What's wrong, Chasey? Too ticklish for your own good? Do you like this spot?"

This was the one time Chase was unable to even speak, just shaking his head as he continued his feeble attempts to squirm away. But with Anti literally sitting on top of your legs, that was virtually impossible. Chase had even given up trying to use his hands to push away the attacker, resigning himself to covering his face and beating the floor. Lucky him that Anti's room was soundproof.

Not more than a few minutes later, Anti was once again losing his focus and his mind began to wander, causing him to reluctantly let go of Chase and crawl off as the other immediately curled into a ball, still giggling his heart out. "Alright, I think you deserve some mercy." For now, Anti was just going to have to plop onto his bed and wait for Chase to leave. Give it time, and this feeling will go away.

Except Chase was, for some reason, being an utter pain once again and decided to sit on Anti's bed instead of leaving. A low growl could be heard.

"What do you want, bitch?" Anti could only glare at Chase. Had it been anyone else, they'd have run away by now. But not Chase. He just laughed.

"You're usually... More energetic. After that." Chase couldnt help but to blush even more just mentioning what had happened, and Anti smirked at him.

"Aw, you're concerned for me, how cute." It shouldn't have been possible for Chase to blush more. "I'm fine. So back off and leave before I start on you again."

Chase grimaced at the thought, but it didn't last long as he just kept questioning Anti over and over. Why couldn't Chase just leave to let him suffer in peace?

"Seriously, you're in such a bad mood now..." Something flickered in Chase's eyes, and Anti's heart rose as his stomach dropped at the same time. "You know what happens to people in a bad mood?"

Of course Anti knew exactly what happened to people in a bad mood. He's the one that started this insanity to begin with. If Chase didn't know better, he'd have thought a nervous smile flashed on Anti's face. "Don't you even dare. Or you'll be punished for real next time."

"Kinky." If that word wasn't enough to make Anti flush green, the quick poke to his side sure did the trick. Anti truly didn't even know if he was ticklish or not; however, considering he jumped off the bed and nearly fell on the floor, the answer seemed to be obvious. "Oh my god-"

"Shut up, bitch, /don't/ even try."

Once the floodgates were open, there was no way Chase was going to stop now. Contrary to what the glitchy man believed, all the stunts Chase had done resulted him being far stronger than the others, even Anti himself. It wasn't difficult at all to tackle Anti and sit on his waist with an evil smile, starting to wiggle his fingers in Anti's face. God, he's never blushed so much in his life.

"So. Soundproof room, huh?"

Anti didn't even have time to respond before Chase immediately shot to Anti's side, pinching the right and scratching the left as laughter immediately started pouring out. /No one/ had even heard Anti's real laugh... Only the false evil one he put on. Chase had known about his feelings for a while, but now... He was absolutely gone.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" The yell snapped Chase out of his daydream as he joined in on the laughter, moving one hand to Anti's stomach while the other crawled up to his ribs. "IHIHIHM GOING TO KIHIHILL YOHUHU"

"Aw, you wouldn't though. You're such a softie, we all know it. Especially now! Who knew the big bad Antisepticeye was so ticklish?" That was the first time Anti had moved his arms, trying to hit Chase on the mouth to get him to shut up since he couldn't speak. Interesting how he hadn't tried to actually stop Chase from doing this...

Maybe he'd found the source of the bad mood after all.

Finding the stomach to be a weak spot, Chase focused on scratching and squeezing there as Anti attempted to curl into a ball to protect himself.

"Uh uh uh! You don't wanna make me stop, do you?" With one hand forcing, Anti's head was back on the pillow and his arms out of the way as Chase focused right around the bellybutton. By the point, Anti was hysterical; he was screeching, crying, blushing green from head to toe, and having the best time of his life.

"Alright, last bit, I promise." Chase gave Anti ust a few seconds to breathe, taking in the sight of his hysterical face. And the /giggles/. Chase could kiss him right now. Anti was just about to talk when Chase quickly pulled up his shirt, and blew the biggest raspberry he could.

"FUHUHUUUHUCK" Not even Anti had ever done that before! That was just extra cruelty on Chase's half. The laughter turned completely silent as Anti hit his head against the pillow. Once Anti's shirt was back down, Chase collapsed on top of Anti with a deep breath.

Instead of the revenge he expected for putting Anti through that, Chase heard only a mumbled word. "...thanks..."

"...what?" Anti only shot a hand over Chase's mouth, which was promptly licked to remove it.

"Don't ever tell anyone about...this."

About Anti being ticklish? About the fact that Anti had actually enjoyed it? Or at least enjoyed it from him?

Chase didn't have the chance to ask, because in seconds he was shoved out of Anti's room and the door locked.

...shit. Maybe he does like Chase after all.

Though the two wouldn't admit to their feelings until months later, this scenario became a pasttime for them, one that repeated dozens of times. And no one knew.

Well, except Jackieboy Man, since he lived next to Anti. Who then told Marvin. Who then told Schneep. Who then told every ego he saw.

But that's another story.

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I'm gonna tag some people I look up to in this community

@thetickleeraven @cefsticklestoo @fluffymary (sorry if you're not in this fandom, I'm mostly sanders sides just not for this. I'll be reblogging your stuff a lot soon probably)

#tickling #tw tickling #antiaverage #antisepticeye #chase brody #jse egos #tickle fic #tickle community #hi im new and afraid

[yfere]

Shipping Calculus! Live Updates from C2E59

Wow, so coming off of a lean week, we get a lot of uh, punch, to the shipping totals. Wow. Wowie. Masterpost here. 

This week debuts our new Cockblocking Points program, which fills—or rather prevents from being filled—a hole in the shipping calculations up till now.

+20 to Fjord/Caduceus as Caduceus proves once again what a fantastic Charisma Partner he makes with Fjord as they work together in perfect sync to bring the giants to their side. Featuring 1) Fjord draping his arm around Caduceus (!!!) and 2) Caduceus initiating Fjord’s favorite “I work for Fjord” roleplay (!!!!!!!!!). Besides that, muchos complimentos on both sides, even if Caduceus’ pleasure with Fjord taking his side and saying “You’re usually the voice of caution” conveniently ignores how Fjord’s reckless actions rarely ever line up with what his cautious mouth says. Fjord making goopy eyes when Caduceus admits of his altruistic plans that he can “be on the soft end of things” and making something perilously close to a romantic declaration when he says, “I trust your heart, Caduceus. It’s in a good place.” And lest it be forgotten, Caduceus fucking saving Fjord’s life from Mosquito Man. Keep that cleric close, Fjord! Romance him if that’s what it takes!

+15 to Caduceus/Every Single NPC. As per usual, Caduceus’ classic fairy tale princess sweetness  and Common Courtesy earns the implicit trust of everyone within a ten mile radius—all the giants like him, and only him, absolutely no one else.

+4 to Beau/Sensing Bullshit as she is the only person who picks up on and seems concerned about how Caduceus seems to think this mountain clearing quest is related to his personal quest for……no discernible reason. Are we concerned about the vagueness? No? All right then. Something is off about that dude, even if he’s not secretly plotting to murder the M9 in the mountain caves.  

-2 to Yeza/Nott as Nott entertains about five billion separate fears over the eventual demise of her marriage and beats herself up over having locked the poor man (who just got out of prison btw) in a hotel room and ditched him. Point loss ameliorated as Caleb musters All The Powers of Friendship to lift her spirits with a firm hand, telling her sure, she might be a bit of an adventure addict, but he is as sure as he can be that Yeza truly loves her now and always, that he, Caleb, is glad that she’s here, and that thinking in the macro she can do whatever she likes with no guilt because she is Good, and they are all doing Good together (a moving speech also earning +6 to Caleb/Hopebringer) 

+0 to Jester/Caleb. Pluses: Caleb giving Jester a risque locket, claiming it’s magical and “gives you access to balloon porn” just to make her smile. Caleb’s absolute faith in Jester’s swoleness in thinking she can absolutely just crack a chest open like a nutcracker who needs finesse? Jester thinking of Caleb first when she thinks of who needs healing #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress. Unfortunately, all these points are flushed down the drain when Caleb coldly exiles Jester from the Tiny Hut when she gets the runs. She couldn’t have stayed inside, but you could have been nicer about it—she’s already suffering! 

+0 to Jester/Yasha On the one hand, it was very cute of Yasha to try to share her favorite food with Jester while risking the ire of the giants, very cute of Jester to try to bond with Yasha over this excellent tasting land food. But all point gains were forcibly expelled once Jester got the runs. The universe punishes those who tread too close to the Yasha ship.

+2 to Nott/Jester The word around the lab is that secretly Jester just wants to be a Knight In Shining Armor, which is why one of the most effective ways to gain points with her is to a) buy her shiny armor and b) allow her to protect you as a true KISA would. Today featuring: 1) Jester channeling her inner Aladdin with a “Do you trust me?” and Romantic Proffering of a Hand to Nott before whisking her away to the top of a tower, and 2) Jester hoisting Nott up by the waist so Nott can more efficiently murder their enemies.

+3 to Caleb/Cat Shaped Creatures as he debuts another sexy cat paw spell to dramatically tear down a gate for his grand Cat Person entrance to the battlefield. Was sadly prevented from showing off the full murdering capabilities of the cat paw, however. Points taken away for covering Frumpkin in mud For Stealth, which pisses Frumpkin off.

+1 to Jester/Soorna as Jester awkwardly tries to flirt Soorna into friendliness,petting her and complimenting her bald head which looks “really nice and stuff”

+20 to Fjord/Detective Work as Fjord’s investigation yields 1) exactly the kind of humiliating material they need to absolutely destroy the foreman, and 2) A fuck ton of healing potions! Including a greater! Very sexy cool of him, as Jester very perceptively notes. Unfortunately hasn’t started investigating for a riftmaking device—yet

+1 to Fjord/Caleb as once more their tag-teaming over Detective Work yields amazing (and this time, saucy!) results. Fjord supporting Caleb’s hopeful plan to bring the giants along with them and leave them to die in the mountain if things take a turn for the worse. Their minds—they think alike.

-3 to The Mighty Nein/Boxes as neither Nott, Yasha, nor Jester (on her first try) were able to open the box with the Humiliation Material—it takes some creative artistry from Jester to manage it.

+20 to Beau/Jester as Beau proves that true love is there for you in sickness and in health, being the only one of the Mighty Nein to sit with Jester through her spider-meat induced illness, holding her hair out of her face, dealing gently and uncomplainingly with frankly an incredible amount of grossness which automatically makes Beau a shipping hero and a hero in all future beaujester sickfic. The pair of them getting equally psyched up about the pornographic Humiliation Material, with Beau requesting a dramatic reading of the letter from Jester (Caleb sucks at voices anyway). Beau also continuing to embody the shipping spirit of Molly by invoking the Slap/Punch of Love to return her love interest back to consciousness. Not even an Attempted Cockblocking from Nott insisting Beau is an enemy manages to put a damper on the moment. A+ UnStraight Out of Fanfic Material.

+23 to Fjord/Jester as, although Fjord rolls his eyes and tells Jester to leave the moorbounders for once, earning a death threat from our dear cleric, he cleverly forestalls massive point loss by bringing up the “L” word. Cute, mischievous, also kind of horrible on the flirting front (as evidenced by annoyed head shake from our dear cleric) because you need to jive with Jester’s love of animals if you want any chance at a long-term relationship. However, the moorbounder conversation earns all the points, with Fjord and Jester having a lovely disagreement over which of them should get the healing potion because they love each other so much (fuck the rest of the M9, potential love interests Caleb and Beau included). Fjord trying and failing to pretend that he cares about animals, misidentifying the type of creature Yarnball is two times and asking adorably dumb questions about her in an attempt to Bond With The Jester. He’s right though—he is being disarming. Minor point loss for the awkwardness nearly giving me the spins, and +2 to Caleb/Cockblocking for his pornographic jewelry gift thoroughly ruining Fjord’s moment with Jester. +10 to Mosquito Man/Cockblocking for preventing Jester from Knight in Shining Armor-ing Fjord with a lollipop to Mosquito Man skull, and making her pass out instead. Fainting Maiden is the wrong archetype!

+1 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester as Jester nags Caleb into telling her whether the balloon porn necklace is magical, and Fjord gets increasingly cute at her in his attempts to get her to settle down and leave poor Caleb in peace to translate. The thought was lovely but unnecessary—Caleb can tune all you motherfuckers out whenever he so desires.

+5 to Beau/Listening because despite claiming not to be listening in on your conversation, she can definitely repeat back word for word everything that was said. Not sure that this is what Dairon had in mind, but…

+19 to Caleb/Caduceus “What about that Caduceus though??” Caleb asks with the same “Wowie wowwow” tone he used while charmed by a succubus a few days previously. This man, absolutely starstruck by Caduceus’ ability to be such a sweetheart he can win over complete enemies to their side (bonus if he did it with dick jokes, Attempted Cockblocking from Nott and Beau notwithstanding), all while Caleb was busy thinking of the most efficient way to murder em all. Staring at Caduceus, stunned over his everything, agreeing to his plan because That’s What Caduceus Wants To Do. Caleb doing That Thing He Does where he aggressively bosses someone into being the Leader, because Caleb is not the Leader, he just Commands everyone to listen to the Real Leader—this week snatching the title away from Fjord who has hoarded the privilege previously, and bestowing it on Caduceus, all “we will all look to you,” at him. Saying “you can’t argue with results” which is as good as a love confession from Mr. McPractical, Need-Goals-Met. Caleb finding an excellent excuse to get handsy by picking the firbolg to grab onto while scouting through Frumpkin. Not to mention, Caleb and Caduceus finding a surprisingly compatible decision-making balance between Caleb’s Cutthroat “We Can Always Murder Our Allies If We Need To” pragmatism and Caduceus’ Sweet But Not Overly Invested “Everyone Can Win Here” diplomacy. These two definitely like each other’s opinions and decisions a hell of a lot….

+40 to Soorna/Revenge as despite being a druid she manages a HDYWTDT on her demonic foe Without! Casting! A! Single! Spell! It’s… hot.

+10 to Sam Riegel/His watch as it attempts to save him from a heart attack. Honestly.......same.

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Fate Is Sealed. Chapter 14

Fandom: John Wick

Ship: John x Elizabeth (OC)

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It wasn’t possible. John couldn’t be dead, not after all we had been through. Not after everything we had overcome together. I refused to believe that the carnage had claimed him too. Especially since it was my fault.

“No, no, no…” I kneeled down next to the suited person, and my eyes travelled up and down his figure.

I stretched out my hands, which shook as they hovered over the body. I didn’t want to turn him around and confirm my worst fear. Even if I was fooling myself thinking there was some possibility that it wasn’t him. I held him by the shoulder and pulled, turning him on his back and immediately feeling tears well up in my eyes. To eliminate any doubts, I looked at his face. It was him alright. His dark hair stuck to his face because of the rain. Water drops fell from the sky and onto his eyelids, which remained closed. His white dress shirt was almost entirely red now, soaked with blood.

“John, you stubborn son of a bitch” I sobbed, holding him by the jacket and shaking him. “I thought you were better than that…”

Holding on to my last hope, I leaned my ear close to his parted lips. He wasn’t breathing.

“You aren’t invincible…” I told him as though he could hear me. “Stupid! What were you thinking?!”

His face became blurry with the tears that covered my eyes. I tightly held on to the fabric of his jacket, shaking him once more, albeit weakly. I sharply inhaled, experiencing a heavy pain in my heart. I preferred bullet and stab wounds over that, a thousand times. It wouldn’t be as painful.

My trembling fingers moved to his neck, gently pressing against his skin. I found no pulse.

I was suddenly overcome with an irrational rage and determination that put an end to my pathetic whimpering and shaking. My hands felt firm as I moved them to my belt and took my gun from its holster.

“Those motherfuckers are gonna pay” I cocked the weapon as my eyes scanned the area. “I don’t care if I-“

Something suddenly wrapped around my wrist, yanking at it. I muffled a scream against my palm and looked down to John. Now I could see his dark brown eyes, watching me intently. I gaped at him, stuttering over my words in sheer disbelief.

“You’re supposed to check for a pulse…” He paused to catch his breath, also softening his grip on my wrist. “Before you proclaim someone dead”

“I did, you asshole!” I violently tore my arm away from his reach. “You didn’t have a pulse!!”

John laughed a bit, even if his eyes were half-way closed, filled with exhaustion.

“Then it worked” With a heavy grunt, he sat up and took a few deep breaths before locking eyes with me again.

“What worked?”

“My plan”

“Your plan to give me a fucking heart attack?!”

“My plan to fake my death and escape”

I gawked at him as the news sank in. Clearly, his only way out of that mess was for him to die. Thinking about it, it was pretty brilliant to fake his own death. They wouldn’t go after him again if they thought the job was done.

“And why the fucking didn’t you tell me?”

“No offence, Liz” Slowly, and using me as a support, he gathered himself up. “But you would have given me away”

I opened my mouth to complain, until I realized that he was right. Not intentionally, of course, but I would have foiled his plan. If I believed he was dead, so would they. John knew me well.

“It was still a shitty move, Jonathan” I averted my gaze, suddenly growing very aware of the tears that still stained my cheeks, and subtly wiping them.

“I know” He chuckled, probably at the appellative, and placed a hand on the side of my face. “I’m sorry… I thought I could try the Elizabeth Dawson way instead of the John Wick way”

I paused, trying to let my brain grasp the meaning of those words. I smiled in spite of myself when I understood what he meant. He wasn’t going to kill everyone until the end of time, until either the world forfeited or we did. He was willing to try a different approach, one that I would take.

When he straightened up to his full height, I had to look up to meet with his eyes. The familiarity of his movements as he gingerly brushed his thumb against my cheek to wipe the remnants of my tears ironically caused more to cascade down my eyes.

“Holy shit, I’m… s-so glad you’re alive” I threw myself to hug him, burying my face in his chest.

“Me too” John wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “Now we can be free”

“Together” I completed for him, slightly pulling away to look at him again.

There was a hint of a smile in his lips, that I stood on my tiptoes to kiss. His armed pulled me up, leaning me against him, to save the height difference and save me any effort.

“I didn’t want to scare you, I’m really sorry…” John cupped my cheek, brushing a few tufts of wet hair away from my face. The warmth of his touch helped ground me and shield me from the cold that was starting to take over me.

I chuckled in spite of myself, on my way to calming down once I realized everything was okay. We still had to take care of all of our wounds, and hopefully sleep for a week. But we were alive. We were both alive.

"You're not gonna get all mushy on me, are you?" I held on to the laps of his jacket, standing on my tiptoes to be at eye level with him even if his other arm still wrapped around me.

"I might" John grinned, that beautiful smile returning after so long being hidden. That sweet, genuine smile.

We kissed again, this time without having to worry about being shot or killed in the spot. For that very reason, the exchange deepened so much that I was out of breath, clinging to his clothes as I craved the comfort and passion he offered. His hands were on my back, pushing me impossibly closer as he needed even more of me.

We broke away, in desperate need of oxygen, and looked into each other’s eyes. His forehead moved to rest against mine while he urgently squeezed me against him. I leaned on him, feeling weak on the knees. The exhaustion of past days washed over me at all once, so I clung on to him and closed my eyes. It was the first time I felt entirely safe in... ever.

“The message has been sent that I am dead” John turned serious for a moment as we slightly distanced from each other. “So they’ll assume you are too”

“Are we free then?” I said between ragged breaths, not letting go of him, but craning my neck to look into his eyes. His glance kept drifting to my lips.

“Not yet, now we need to go where no one knows us” There was his smile again, now slightly more timid than before, but just as genuine. “Somewhere safe”

“And how will we get there?” I rested my hands over his chest, not minding the blood and water soaked fabric of his shirt. I probably didn't present a better appearance myself.

“I have plane tickets” John pulled them out from the inside pocket of his jacket, holding them up just long enough so I could see them without them getting ruined in the downpour. I worried for a moment, but noticed a fake name written in them.

I couldn’t contain a chuckle of pure bliss as I inched closer to gently kiss him again. John smiled against my lips, blindly reaching for my wrist and sliding his hand down until it wrapped around mine. His touch, loving and lingering, was like a silent promise that everything would be okay.

"How did you even do it?" I muttered, my mind boiling with thoughts, as I gently pulled away. "You really seemed... dead..."

"I've learned a thing or two" He cupped my cheek and patiently looked into my eyes.

"But..." Growing impatient, John stole a kiss from me, which I gladly allowed.

"We'll have plenty of time to talk on the plane" He paused to say, desperately connecting his lips with mine again.

I let myself melt into his touch, deliciously shivering when his fingers sunk into my wet hair and his mouth hungrily devoured mine. I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek as we continued kissing. A tear of relief, of catharsis, of just... happiness. I threw my arms around his neck, clinging to him like I was afraid this moment would end, that he would dissapear. But he didn't, he felt more solid than ever. It was almost too good to be true, but it was true. It really was. It was real: for the first time, everything was alright.

We only pulled away when we were gasping for air once more. Our eyes immediately connected, and twin smiles appeared on our faces. I took a deep breath as we began walking, hand in hand, leaving our past behind. Returning home one last time to find a new one. With him. I peacefully exhaled as my mind slowly started to assimilate the fact that it was finally over. My heart skipped a beat at the thought that I had finally escaped that terrible life and could have an honest opportunity at a normal life. A life away from New York. A life away from pain. A happy life with John Wick by my side.

THE END

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well. that was it.

**spoilers for prompocalypse  part 2**

Y'all this is it. The end-end. The last recap, at least for Fantasy High.

I honestly could have gotten this up yesterday but I wanted to give myself a hot sec before it was really over. 

But, no way out but through. Let’s get to it. 

We start back up right where we left off with no break in between. Cast still freaking, Brennan still gaping. 

“What the Fuck.” –Brennan 2019

Anyway, Kristen once again appears in corn heaven and she’s very not chill about it. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. On the plus side, she runs into Doreen in heaven who is young and hot again (which I’m sure Fig would appreciate knowing) and also apologizes for her traumatizing speech to Adaine during her death.

Helio playing beer pong. I wonder if that was always a facet of his personality or if Brennan just decided to yes-and all of Ally’s suggestions of him being a frat bro.

The angels being like, “Please be nice to God. He’s our dad,” was kinda adorable. 

“Why are you dressed like a weird stripper?”/“It’s too hot in here. He’s the sun!”

So while the gang has been living out Breakfast Club + Stranger Things, Aguefort has been Weekend and Bernie’s-ing Heaven apparently. I want to say wild, but tbh that’s pretty on brand for him. The wild part is that he was able to knock out GOD. Like, how even?

Aguefort tells Kristen that Sol is one god of many and she says, “Cool, I always thought that,” as if this is new information but, living in a D&D world, shouldn’t she definitively know that already? Like, the gods in fantasy worlds are pretty blatant about letting their presence be known and there are clerics/paladins who aren’t Heleoic but still have powers. 

OK I have a bone to pick with Ms. Kristen Applebees. You get a chance to talk to the primordial source of all divine power and magic and you (1) ask who you’re allowed to bone and (2) create a TERRIBLE god. Just truly TRASH. She created a reaction gif god. It’s not even a physical representation of the concept. Like, I thought she meant something like Yass from Wreck it Ralph 2 but no. Just a literal Yes! Like, you can trash talk Helio when you come up with something better, girl. Also, wild that you can just…walk into a room and do that. Like you have to knock out Sol first but still. Wild.

“You’ve created a new deity and already you’re fed up with it. I would say that’s par for the course.”

I low key thought Kristen was going to get the option to deify herself. I think because I had just rewatched The Gamers: Dorkness Rising and that figures in to the plot. But, thinking about it, she wouldn’t have gone for that I don’t think.

Aguefort flipping out at Kristen saying that friendship is the greatest magic of all, and rightfully so. That’s BS.

Since when does Kristen have dog tags?

Anyway, as we all suspected, the chronomancy line from episode 1 wasn’t a random line of dialogue, it was a chekhov’s gun. 

I mentioned this in an earlier post. Brennan didn’t seem too concerned that the party was wiping and I think this is why. I think he had two paths for this fight to take. In one, Riz successfully rolled for police and like 6 helpful NPCs plus his mom show up. That’s enough to beat the dragon without dying and Aguefort shows up having Die Hard-ed his way out of heaven. In the other, Kristen dies, goes to heaven, and basically that same series of events happens. Chronomancy saves the day. I think he was shocked because the roll dovetailed so perfectly with the story beat. 

“Is Arthur Aguefort black? Hell yes. My brotha.” Gonna be honest, I basically had that same reaction when they showed his character portrait in ep 1.

Kristen and Arthur jump back into the battle and Arthur gets possessed by Mr. Gibbons. I guess he’s just been hanging around as a ghost this whole time? Because this seems to lend credence to the theory that that’s who possessed Fig in the arcade but didn’t we see him go to the afterlife (which, I have a question about that too later). But I feel like that must have been Brennan’s way of sidelining him for the fight so they didn’t have like a level 20 wizard making it too easy.

“Oh, and Jawbone!” Murph loses it. 

Jawbone stuck in Goldenhoard’s mouth like that meme of the dog smiling, stuck in a fence.

Gorthalax is like, “I don’t feel great sleeping next to this dude.” Fig meanwhile is all, “I wanna sleep between his legs.” She says this at least twice. 

So everyone just have a freaking picnic and takes a nap in the middle of this fight. Can’t say I saw that coming exactly.

Fabian tries to stab Dayne, who is already dead, during the time stop.

“What the fuck do they teach you at this school?”

“Are you talking about the time thing or–”/“Yeah Gorgug! The time thing!.”

“We’re gonna kill this motherfucker, sweetie.”

I love Sklonda so much.

Jawbone is a salad guy.

OK so I know people were shipping Sklonda and Gilear and it was like, “But how would that work with the height difference?” so Brennan, the absolute madman, decides to pair her with the GIANT DEMON???

Adaine about Gilear: Cucked again.

Everyone treating the DRAGON like a JUNGLE GYM.

“It’s basically Jeb Bush’s Campaign.” Ally, with the fury of 1000 suns: EXCUSE ME?

“I bless, [Riz], your mom, and [Fabian.] Are you the only ones with vendettas?”

“I think we’re all pretty blessed.” Gorgug/Zac is so good.

Adaine, who has all the wisdom and intelligence points of the entire party at the moment: You need to stay safe because the reason that we died is that you died. 

The shot that shows everyone on the giant dragon and then the foreground fuzzes out and shows Adaine a safe distance away in the background is hilarious. 

Ice guitar pick. Sweet.

Yeah, Siobhan really shoulda got healing potions out of her jacket, not the freaking wand. Hilarious. The only thing helpful about that was it hinted he was vulnerable to frost damage which they could have guessed. 

I wonder what Brennan had in his notes about the freaking city in Adaine’s jacket. It’s wild they weren’t more curious about that.

I low key loved Emily buffing Murph the whole fight.

“Hell yes Sklonda!”

Ragh: Giving a gay pride speech./Adaine, who doesn’t want to get knocked out again: STAB HIM IN THE DICK DUDE.

And, speaking of, OWWW.

Fig shapeshifting to Dayne. The hell Emily!

And another eye gouging.

Fabian is incapable of doing a single thing without doing some ridiculous parkour stunt first. 

Kristen,not twenty minutes after Riz said it would be crazy to go inside the dragon: Can I climb inside the dragon’s mouth? (Adaine: KRISTEN!)

Gorgug saving Skonda and Riz going, “Thanks for saving my mom!” from across the room.

Brennan is narrating the epic final battle and what cool thing everyone is doing and Kristen is just being digested. 

Riz was my second choice for the coup de grace until it turned out that Kal ate his dad and then he was my first choice. Riz!!!!

What a badass moment for him. The image of him casting a shadow on the wall is super dope.

Everyone flipping off Kal as he dies.

Riz and Sklonda are making dragon casserole bay-bee! 

MURPH FAILS WITH BARDIC INSPIRATION AND BLESS AT A 12 DC.

Aguefort. What a chaos monster.

“I fucked that bird! It is my paramour!”

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Did Kristen’s freaking Yes god kick Sol out of his own freaking heaven? WHAT?

I love that what Adaine got out of this experience was, “Wait, so my powers are bullshit?”

“Everything in this world is bullshit, Ms. Abernant.” Preach.

“So is the sun just a yes now?”/“Maybe.”

Literally 6 cop NPCs. Like they all seem like they’re morons but I’m sure it would have helped!

“Fuck it dude, it’s worth asking.”

“Are you my dad?”/“I was about to ask you the very same thing.”/“What?”

“TAKE HIS EYE. CUT OUT HIS EYE. YOU WANT ME TO BITE IT OUT FOR YOU?”

Brennan really likes the word bud.

Freak the fuck out all the time and just fuck things up. 

They got their ice cream later! And Adaine says thank you to Basrar, even though he’s not even there.

Adaine as the 7 freed maidens (way to go Sandra-Lynn) are re-killing Goldenhoard: Us and them are the only good students.

Gorgug’s nat20! What a WILD time for the dice to give that to him.

“You gotta ask. I ask everyone if they’re my dad.”

Gorgug’s dad (Gorbag) has just as low an intelligence score as his son. It’s hilarious but also sweet.

THE VULTURE

I thought that Digby and WIlma just found Gorgug in the woods? Maybe I’m not remembering right. I would guess that was their version of the stork story but they straight up told him what docking was so…

“Do any other federal agents want to step to Arthur Aguefort on the grounds of his school?”

The Aguefort way!

I wonder what Sam has to say about her former BFF selling her out like that and also getting murdered.

It seems like Gorgug was put on the guest list for hell by accident (his relieved reaction was adorable) but I thought that was orc heaven?

Interesting Gorthalax still has pull in hell when he’s a high school coach now.

BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

How did he watch the fight? Do they have pay per view in hell?

“I doubt Cathilda will end up here.”

Bill is just such a maniac. I love him so much. I wanna say I can’t believe that killing the devil dril tweet was serious but I can. It’s Bill.

Bill and Fabian having a casual convo in HELL.

Oh my God, Fabian’s mom stabbed Bill’s eye out and he proposed on the spot. No wonder Fabian is so into Aelwen. It’s in his DNA.

What a dope ship.

I can’t believe Emily tricked me into thinking that her end speech wasn’t in service to some nonsense. She held it together for so long but I should have known bc it’s EMILY.

“Young lady, I have no idea who that is and I’m telling you right now yes. I will make whoever that person is vice principal.”

Adaine: Uhhhh….we should find Zayn.

Aww, Zayn’s parents were also terrible elves. 

Unwanted Wingwoman Kristen Applebees

lol at Adaine casting Ray of Sickness on everyone suggesting she date ghost Zayne. Great callbacks to the early eps all around. 

Don’t @ me, but Adaine w/ a ghost boyfriend who also had terrible elf parents might be kinda sick.

“Tomorrow, we’re gonna start training you on how to actually swordfight.” Uhhh, I kinda love Fabian’s mom now?

She literally hasn’t been sober in 15 years. Icon.

“I didn’t know you spoke Tornado.”

Siobhan’s late season tendency to just flip things/people off is hilarious.

Wild that Adaine’s parents just legit DITCHED her that hard and she was like, f ‘em. Clean break.

“She’s helping me spread something.”

Gorgug has so many friends now!!!!!

Lol, Fabian’s whole journey has just been about becoming captain of the Owlbears.

Riz got his PI License. 

Lou and Fabian immediately being so mad at the idea of his mom (Hallariel?) getting with Gilear. Emily/Fig having an equal but opposite reaction. 

“Mama, I will kill this man.”/“I’ll kill you first, it’s not up to you.”

Sandra-Lynn gets with Jawbone. Did Brennan just roll to pair up everyone?

Also, the group is almost all related or quasi-related now. Gorthalax got with Sklonda which makes Fig and Riz sorta siblings. Gilear got with Hallariel making Fig and Fabian sorta siblings. Jawbone sorta adopted Adaine and he got with Sandra-Lynn, again making Adaine kinda siblings with Fig. Plus Fig claimed Gorgug as a sibling a lot of eps ago and if Kristen sticks with Tracker then she’ll marry into this mess. Crazy!

Fabian totally dipping on the sequel hook because he’s gonna be busy trying to break Aelwen out of jail.

I’ve been keeping up with the fanart but there was some in here I hadn’t seen and it was super dope!

I’m so glad we had the after epilogue-epilogue. It was a very nice send-off.

Adaine using her oracle authority to get Zayn back into school! She’s so good. 

Lol and she helped Basrar so he can grant other wishes. I love that this is the NPC that she decided she was going all in for.

Riz and Adaine join AV club! Idk why I love that detail.

Riz cutting off Adaine’s very good question about her jacket w/ his PI talk.

“They’re our rivals.”/“Into it.”

“Is ‘The Ball’ not your real name?” I love Fabian so much.

Zac doing Gorgug’s excited crack-y teenage voice when he’s just concentrating on that and not playing the game is so adorable. He’s just so sweet and enthusiastic and a good kid.

“Guess that tin flower worked, huh?” I cry.

I love that Gorgug’s happy ending is basically just that he has friends now. And that’s literally all he wanted starting out. 

“FIG! GO TO BARD CLASS!”

Aww, Ragh and Gorgug are friends now.

I knew it! I at some point pitched the idea of Ragh ending up with one of the AV guys so he would be w/ someone who had enough intelligence to keep him from dying and I’m 90% sure it’s somewhere on my blog but I can’t be bothered to find it right now. But anyway, he’s in the lgbt club w/ Ragh and Kristen so it’s def a possibility! 

“My bitch sister? Don’t you fucking dare.” (lol, if that happens then the group will be even more related)

Fabian considering recruiting the Cubbys for his rescue attempt of Aelwen.

“Gilear!” I love that Fig loves Gilear now but still calls him by his first name.

And that was Fantasy High! 

I have at least two more posts in the hopper: And epilogue retrospective type deal and also the official JQ37 ranking of all the adults in Fantasy High.

Thanks for sticking with me this far you guys. I can’t draw to save my life and I don’t really do fic so this is the one little way I can contribute to this thing I love so much. 

It’s been real and I’ll see you all soon for an epilogue because, no surprise, I have more things to say. 

#fantasy high #asks #anon #Anonymous

[vespiiqueen]

SO

I JUST WATCHED [S] GAME OVER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HERE'S A SUMMARY:

(Spoilers?? Skip past if you don't want spoilers lmaoo)

fLASHY ANGRY GAMZEE

F l aSHY ANGRY KARKAT

TE R EZ I ,,,

BRITISH RAINBOW DRINKER

the best and only sea hitler, )(IC

,,, she is also angry

fUCK YOU ARANEA GET JANE CROCKERED

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THE DOGGOS ARE ANGRY AT DAVESTER; THEY WANT THE JADE FOR THEMSELVES, BUT DAVESTER WANTS HER FOR A FUNERAL. sTRIFE!!!

INTENSE KANAYA ZOOM

"Okay bye then" -Jane Crocker and Kanaya to Karkat zooming by

"mWE EHBEHE EHE EH MOTHERFUCKER SSSSS" -Gamzee Makara, holding a near dead Terezi

GOODBYE KARKAT, EVEN IF TECHNICALLY SOMEONE WOUDLNT SINK IN LAVA AND THEY'D JUST TECHNICALLY FLOAT WHILE BURNING ALIVE AND SCREAMING TO DEATH, stabbed bY MOTHERFUCKIN GAMZEE

sad terezi

ARANEA GOES TO STAB JANE WITH DIRK'S SWORD, BUT JAKE PROTECTS HER- SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HER-

Dave punches Bec/Jack Noir in the face, then stands in front of Jade's body. "You cannot pass", he says. But ho ho ho, the dog's have a different idea.

ARANEA STABS JADE WITH JAKE'S BODY AND DIRK'S SWORD WHAT THE SH IT-

OH NO,,, EVEN MORE ANGRY CONDY!

John is slap-fighting Caliborn. Caliborn is sad his cape has been ripped.

kANAYA RUNS IN AND SLICES GAMZEE IN FUCKING H AL F -- the clown is sad and happy at the same time. He probably is in a lot of pain getting sawed in half. Kanaya is bloody with Gamzee's odd boner blood. Terezi is scarred for life, rip.

dAVESTER IS GETTING OVERWHELMED-

--BUT CONDY SHOOTS PSIONIC LAZERS ACROSS THE ENTIRE PLANET, INCINERATING KANAYA AND THE LAND IN THE PROCESS. ARANEA DODGES IT SOMEHOW????? All the while, Rose witnessed Kanaya being incinerated to a crispy vampire chip, and cries wholeheartedly bc rip Rosemary.

Davester is stabbed twice by the dog's. He drops his sword with blood dripping down it, and falls on top of Jade's body. His death is judged HEROIC.

John is still beating Caliborn. Jake and Jane are falling. Aranea looks mildly concerned. Terezi is very upset over the death of her juggalo kismesis and her friends, British Vampire and Bryan Dechart the Krabby. Jake's death is HEROIC, while Jane's is JUST.

ARANEA IS VERY ANGRY. SHE USES HER ANGER TO MERGE ONE PLANET WITH THE CURRENT ONE SHIT'S GOING DOWN ON. ExplOSIONS!!

She destroys the Condense's ship while doing so. )(IC is angry, and uses her own anger to merge another planet with yet another. EXPLOSIONS AND AFTERSHOCK!!

RoSE GOES AT CONDY, AND SHE DOES NOT LIKE THAT. So, like any humble leader, she fucking stabs Rose with her trident.

aLL THE WHILE, ARANEA IS DISTRACTED FROM HER ANGER SPELL BY A WILD TEREZI! TEREZI GETS STABBED WITH HER OWN SWORD/DAGGER!! She gets thrown into the ground by Aranea.

bUT CONDY GETS HER TRIDENT BACK AND FUCKING GOES PSIONIC LAZERS AGAIN!! Roxy manages to do her Voidy thing to noop zoop Rose and herself from the lazers course.

tEREZI PULLS THE SWORD/DAGGER FROM HERSELF! BOLD BOLD MOVE!

BUT CONDY PULLS ARANEA CLOSE, VERY ANGRY AT THE FACT SHE HAD HURT AND CAUSED THE INDIRECT DEATH OF BASICALLY HER DAUGHTERS. ARANEA IS SCREECHING. CONDY IS SHRIEKING.

BuT ALAS WE SHIFT TO JOHN, TACKLING AND BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF CALIBORN YET AGAIN! John is splattered in candy red blood as he punches Cali- but, John zippy zaps away. Caliborn is left deeply confused, or even just his ego hurt from John's attack.

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Everyone in the fandom is either doing this:

Or this

Round this point in the story.

,,

This is gonna be a lot of tags to list all the characters and i dunno if I'm up for it but here we goo

#homestuck #homestuck summary #s game over #spoilers?? #spoilers #aranea serket #terezi pyrope #gamzee makara #karkat vantas #kanaya maryam #her imperial condesention #jane crocker #jake english #john egbert #dave strider #bec noir #caliborn #rip

[wannawritefast]

The Crown of Brooklyn

A/N: Hey! I have recently become obsessed with the mobster!AU. And I haven’t written for our beloved Cap in a while. So I did a thing. I hope you like my thing. I certainly like this thing. I’m tagging @caplansteverogers cuz I love her and she inspired me to write this! Feedback is appreciated and, once again, requests are OPEN. xoxo, Echo

Warnings: Death (including death of a single mother of a young girl), blood, violence, alcohol use, mentions of sexual harassment and rape, attempted roofie

You grew up amongst crime. Your father was involved in a mob in Brooklyn and your mother worked as a spy for them. Your parents would have been more surprised if you didn’t enter into the life of crime in Brooklyn than if you had.

Unfortunately, they died when you were in your teens but it came with the territory and you easily made peace with the fact that they had died doing what they chose to do. And you made easier peace with the fact that you wanted in.

Somehow you infiltrated the mob that had taken out your parents and investigated their deaths. But rather than take out the boss you became family of sorts to him.

He never had children and always wanted kids of his own (something about scaring any possible wives away with revealing his job). He held you close as he got old. He doted on you as if you were his own daughter and you were the little princess of the mob. When he passed away he passed his job to you: his only child and the young queen of one of the most powerful mobs in Brooklyn.

As you rose to power you evolved the mob into something different, something unprecedented; you focused your mob on the women. You cleaned out the plague of oppression in strip clubs still keeping them standing but actually taking care of your workers and recutting their pay to be fair. The strippers enjoyed their jobs but not the harassment that came with it.

You swapped out your heist squad with inconspicuous girls. Overall you found that they just did the jobs better.

You didn’t kill the men or condemn any of your girls that wanted to pursue relationships. But any men that continued to treat you or your girls like garbage after fair warning to change their ways were taken out immediately.

Your numbers grew quickly. Women on the streets of Brooklyn were terrific allies. You became a guardian angel of sorts to the women that had been taken advantage of, harassed, and violated. Even though Brooklyn was high in crime, the numbers for rape, sexual harassment, and domestic abuse went down and the perpetrators were dealt with seemingly overnight. Even when you left Brooklyn to travel, your destination was cleansed of their sexual assault perpetrators. Your reputation traveled around the world as much as you did and you became influential.

The archetype that women were catty and two-faced was only true in movies as far as your experience was concerned. You took care of your girls and they helped you in many more ways than you could have possibly imagined. Who knew girl positivity and togetherness could be so powerful?

Your team was built of the most boss women you had ever possibly met. As it turned out you had assembled the best weapons engineers, self defense trainers, and hackers the city had seen and it was all underneath everyone’s noses because you were girls. And they were your girls. The mutual dependency made everyone close and your sisterhood type of bond rivaled that of sororities. Let’s just say Elle Woods would be proud.

Under the moniker of Juno, the queen of the Roman gods, you made it a point to learn hand-to-hand combat (anything with a blade became your new favorite) and trained those in your care. Soon enough, grown men cried in fear of the women they so commonly threw aside in their pursuits of power. Bitches had never been so feared in all of Brooklyn.

The Bitches specialized in diamonds. Your black market sales made incredible amounts of money and you made sure that your girls were paid before you were. Your new weapons became something that the other gangs sought after and, in exchange for providing arms, they offered protection and backup when jobs needed to get done.

The gangs of the world soon had a soft spot for The Bitches and the scariest mob bosses took you under their wings. You joined them for family dinners and to much of them you were like an adoptive daughter or sister. They understood that you didn't get involved in bad blood feuds between the other gangs but saw you as family nonetheless. Enemies were powerful but nothing beats the power of friends. Naturally it came as no surprise when your gang became the most successful in all of Brooklyn.

Well… Steve Rogers and his goons wouldn’t agree with that. But who gives a fuck about him?

The two of you hated each other. Although you never dared attack the other, it was abundantly clear that you were oil and water. You didn’t mix. Something about power-crazed mob leaders that had equally large egos and self-assurance in their abilities. You never interacted with him and you liked it that way.

Your assistant pinged your BlueTooth earpiece in the middle of a meeting. “Juno, we have a situation.”

With your codename ringing in your ear (in case your lines were tapped), you raised your manicured finger to the businessmen in the room, demanding a moment. “Can it wait?”

She took a deep breath. “Not really…”

“Why?” You asked suspiciously.

“It’s Rogers…”

“Fuck him,” you said, with no hesitation and returned to speaking to your audience again.

“He’s here.”

You paused. That made you stop in your tracks. Your skin prickled and blood boiled at the mere sound of his name. “He’s here? Why the fuck is he here?” You spat. The people around the table all jumped.

“It’s one of our girls.”

Oh hell to the no… Without a second thought you slammed the projector remote into the table and shattered it. A part of the glass table rained down with it as you stalked for the door.

“Meeting dismissed,” you growled as you threw open the door and it banged against the wall. The hinges snapped off the threshold. “I have a dead motherfucker to deal with.”

You smoothed your white jacket and pencil skirt and cracked your neck as you unholstered your vintage pistol.

Your assistant met you down the hallway. Victoria was your temper control, thank god for that.

Seeing your warpath, she immediately slowed you. “It wasn’t him or any of his men.”

It sated you a little bit but you were still fuming. He knew better than to just show up uninvited, unannounced. What kind of bullshit was this? “Then who’s responsible?”

“I didn’t tell you who was taken out…”

“Doesn’t matter. Whoever did it is going to pay with their life.” With that, you pushed past her and into the room where Rogers and his boys presumably were. You couldn’t believe that he thought he could just waltz in here on your turf as if he owned the place. You shoved the door open and were met with four men all looking at you, two out of the three startled.

“Well, hello to you too,” James prompted. Your eyes immediately landed on Steve, the bastard. He only blinked casually at your storming.

“Shut it, Barnes!” You snarled. “Start talking Rogers. Why the fuck are you here?”

Your rival mob boss stared you down cooly. Two alpha personalities in one room created a volatile environment. Especially with Steve motherfucking Rogers. “Cursing isn’t becoming of a lady,” he mocked.

“Well, it's a good thing that I’m not a lady, Rogers. I’m your worst nightmare.” You got in his face, the white of your suit contrasting the volatility of your temper.

“I’m the King. I’m your worst nightmare.” He got in your face right back and stared you down right back with his light blue eyes that contrasted his pitch black suit.

“Yeah, you’re both nightmares. Get a room some other time,” your jaw dropped as your head snapped to one of his cronies… Sam. “Meanwhile we have a real problem.”

You bristled a bit and you weren’t sure if the wave of heat that washed over you was embarrassment or anger but you brushed it aside. “Please! Steve wishes he could.” You glanced at the boss standing next to you. He narrowed his eyes at you. “That’s not important right now though.” Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the damage and nodded at Victoria to fill you in.

“There were two bodies discovered at 3 AM this morning at our docks. One of them was a Rogers cronie… a man known as Phillip.” Steve gulped beside you as Victoria continued. “The second was one of our own… Cleo.”

Your heart dropped at the announcement but you took a deep breath. “What were they fighting over?”

Victoria shook her head. “They weren’t fighting.” You cocked an eyebrow. “They were sniped. In fact, our intel tells us that the cron- uh- Phillip was planning on proposing later that evening… to Cleo.”

You needed to sit down. Cleo had disclosed to you that she was dating someone new. Someone who actually loved her… and her daughter. Her daughter… She didn’t tell you he was a Rogers goon. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Her daughter is with a social worker. I sent Florence over there already to get her situated in the meantime and I… um… I have custody papers when you’re ready to look over them and-”

You cut her off with a motion of your hand. That was a matter you would take care of later. “Any word from our private investigator?”

“Actually,” Sam interjected, “we sent in our P.I. as well… And there’s reason to believe that there’s a new mob in Brooklyn and they want your titles.”

“‘Titles?’ What do you mean ‘titles?’” You interrupted Sam.

“We mean they want you and Steve…” He drew a line with his finger across his neck.

“We don’t… We aren’t working together. Does this new gang have any brains whatsoever? Do they know that we’re not allied?”

“Yeah.” James spoke this time. “They just don’t care. And they’re getting bolder.”

Steve crossed his arms and spoke. “They took out one of our artifact ships last week. It was leaving our harbor on the way to pick some up and they exploded it. 150 meters from the docks. It was a power play.”

You took a deep breath. “What does this mean for us?” You asked. “Why do I care? For all I know this is a ploy by you to take me out.”

“Y/n,” he addressed you, softer than usual. Steve always called you by Juno when he did talk to you. This was serious. “There were two bullets… in each.”

You gulped. One would have been a coincidence. Two… was not an accident. Especially if Phillip was sniped. “You’re sure it's the new gang?”

“They signed off on the deaths. They took credit for it,” Sam interjected.

“I wouldn’t be asking for help unless there was a real threat here…” Steve turned to you, his face dead serious. “In fact, you’d probably be the last person I went to in conflict. They want my crown and power and will do anything to get it. Including take down threats, like you and me. I will not let them tread on innocent bystanders and pull civilians into the crossfire.”

His eyes held a certain plea. You hadn’t seen any expression close to this one cross his features. Ever. Although you would rather be arrested than help Steve under normal circumstances, this was not normal. And deep down you knew that you needed his help just as much as he needed yours, if the speculations about the new gang were to be believed. No matter how much either of you would want to deny that you needed help at all.

“Fine,” you agreed, “I’ll help.” A smirk pulled on the corner of Steve’s mouth. You pulled the whiskey in the glass vial off the alcohol shelf in the room and, after taking a swig, you poured it into five glasses. You maintained eye contact as you offered a glass to the mob boss standing in front of you.

“If your men or their families don’t feel safe, I can set them up a space. Just say the word.” Everyone in the room now had their glass. Victoria merely held hers respectfully but didn’t drink. She was never any fun. But Steve downed it in one go and returned the glass to you to be refilled. “It’s nothing Juno can’t do. But there’s something you should know, Steve.”

You refilled it generously. “I wear the crown here. Not you…”

“I hope you know, Steve, that this doesn’t mean I trust you.” You were seated in the booth of one of Steve’s restaurants: a swanky joint with invite access only. Tonight it was empty except for you, Steve, and the “up and coming” mob boss who was running late.

You smoothed your long red dress and subconsciously ran your fingers over your garter knife holster, just in case. Tapping your painted fingernails on the white-clothed table you took a sip of the red wine offered to you. The diamond necklace perched on your collar bones was a comforting weight but still did little to calm the small bout of anxiety in your system.

“I know it doesn’t. I still don’t trust you either.” Steve unbuttoned and rolled the botSteves of his shirt sleeves. He adjusted his red handkerchief. The two of you truly hadn’t intended on matching. It just happened. “God, he was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago…”

“Steve,” you started. He turned toward you and for a moment you realized how nice he looked. Only for a moment. “If I die tonight, the hit is going on your head.”

“You’re not going to die,” Steve grabbed his whiskey and took a sip as he reclined back and crossed an ankle over his knee. “It’ll be fine.”

You scoffed as you pulled your pocket mirror out of your clutch, which conveniently had bullets in it, and were reminded of the 1930’s style mini-pistol securely lodged in the middle of your chest. With the mirror flicked open you dabbed at your lipstick delicately with your finger.

“You look good. I have no idea what you’re fussing over.” Steve commented as he lightly scratched his nose. Was that a compliment? Your eyes shot to him in shock.

“Did Steve Rogers, the second best mob boss in Brooklyn, just compliment me?” You hovered a hand over your red lips in exaggerated surprise.

He rolled his eyes at you and was about to respond when the door to the dining room was thrown open. Steve and yourself stared at the swaggering young man who strode to your table.

“Sorry I’m late,” he breathed, but there was no apology in his tone whatsoever. “Traffic.” He snapped his fingers at one of the waiters and ordered vodka. The young man briefly sized you up by running his eyes unabashedly up and down your frame before turning to face Steve. What a pig…  “So what seems to be the issue? I was invited here by the esteemed Steven Rogers with no explanation. I’m not complaining, by any means. But I do think you called me here for a reason,” his eyes landed on you again. “The eye candy is incredible by the way. How much is she?” He leaned forward with a smirk. Your jaw dropped in disbelief. Who did he think he was?

“She’s not for sale, asshole,” Steve asserted. He had his eyes narrowed at the little shit. The blood roared in your ears as the man’s vodka was set on the table. Your temper was no longer amiable. There was blood in the water now and you and Steve were honing in on your prey like you had a thousand times before.

You patted one of Steve’s clenched fists that was resting on the table. “Don’t worry, Steve. I’ve got this…” Your fingers wrapped around your wine glass and brought it to your matching lips. “Darling, you wish you could afford me.”

The man chuckled darkly as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah, I see. No, don’t worry. I can respect an arrangement. Hey, sweetheart, tell your-”

“I’m not a messenger,” you sipped your wine. “And Steve and I have no arrangement. But I’ll tell you what can be arranged: a bounty on your head… or a hit. Your choice really.”

The man leaned forward threateningly. “I’m sorry but are you in any position to be making threats, whore?”

You blinked slowly and ever so slightly pulled down the top left side of your dress to reveal a tattoo of a minimalist crown: your unmistakable emblem of power. His reaction went from anger to lust to nervousness in mere seconds. The man gulped harshly as he downed his vodka and strained to keep his eyes challenging. You pulled the fabric back up and tapped Steve’s hand again. “I’ll let you cut back in, Steve.”

It was your turn to lean back once Steve took the reins. As he leaned forward you saw the amused sideways smile he had directed at you before it turned bloodthirsty. Something about watching it happen caused you to stir a little.

“You should really think about who you threaten before you do it. But you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” Steve poured himself more whiskey.

“Why-why is that?” The man stammered as his hands found his lap. This guy thought we wouldn’t retaliate…

“Because you’re going to shut down your sorry charade, pack your things, and leave Brooklyn.” Steve stared the man down. “And never come back.”

A waiter set down a tiramisu in front of you, Steve, and this sad excuse for a gang boss looking like he was going to wet himself.

You decided to speak up again. You stuck your fork in the rich slab of custard, coffee, and pastry. “Did you think you could take out my best programmer, yank her daughter away from her only stability in life, and not deal with the wrath of her aunties, one of which is Juno, the Mob Queen of Brooklyn?”

“I-I have a-uh-a sniper.” The man stuttered. He was grabbing for straws.

“I’m sorry,” Steve piped up. He stretched his arm closest to you out and laid it on the rim of the booth. “But are you in any position to be making threats, you son of a bitch?”

You chuckled at Steve’s response. “You’ve got two options: my way or Steve’s. Which one would you prefer?” You swirled the dark liquid in its glass.

“The latter.”

You nodded in agreement. “I thought so.”

The scoop of tiramisu on your fork tasted delicious. You watched the man in front of you wear regret on his face. This man was not cut out for the mob life. He wore his emotions too outwardly. You were doing him a favor really.

“Did you honestly think that you could threaten the two most powerful people in Brooklyn and get away with it?” Steve asked as he began eating the dessert in front of him.

The man only stared at his dessert contemplatively. You went back to your clutch to check your phone. But before the screen could even turn on, there was a clatter at the table in front of you.

You, startled by the sudden commotion, looked back up. The man’s hand was hovering over your wine glass with a tiny vial clutched in his fingers. A roofie bottle. Steve had one hand wrapped around the man’s wrist and the other had a gun pressed against the man’s temple. Steve was staring the man down, a deadly look in his blue eyes.

You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking with rage. In one swift motion you pulled your pistol out of your dress and stood up, knocking the table over. It toppled to the side noisily and the sound of utensils, plates, and glasses hitting the tile floor echoed through the empty room.

You pointed the gun at his forehead and a humorless laugh escaped your lungs. “You motherfucker… Looks like we’re doing this my way. Any last words?”

The man looked at you like he was a man with nothing to lose: the most dangerous look in the world. “You’re a bitch,” he spat. Quicker than a blink he drew a knife from his jacket and stabbed it into your outer thigh.

You screamed in pain and your leg began to give out for a few seconds. You supported yourself before nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I am.” And with those words you fired your gun.

The man slumped lifelessly in the booth and rolled to the side onto the floor. You dropped your pistol to the booth and fell back into the seat. You stared at the knife protruding from your leg with a wince.

Steve stepped over the legs of the fallen table and got to the other side of you. Your head was now thrown back against the rim of the booth, trying to manage the sharp pain running up and down your right leg. Maybe if you didn’t look at it it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

“Are you ok? Can you walk?” His voice sounded. Your eyes were clenched shut in pain.

“I have a knife in my leg, Steve… What do you think?” You brought your neck back up. There was a knife in your leg. The only thought going through your head is that it would be a good idea if the knife was removed. You reached your hand to grab the handle. But Steve’s hand grabbed yours to stop it.

“You’re not thinking right. Don’t touch the knife or you’ll lose more blood,” You nodded in agreement. That made more sense you supposed. He yelled for his guard to call one of his medical cars. His guard raced off noting the urgency of the situation. “You need to lie down. Come on. Let’s get you to the floor.”

You nodded through the nausea and lightheadedness that was seizing you and helped Steve help you to the black tile floor. Keeping your leg as still as possible, you used the rest of your body to slide off the booth.

“It’s gonna be a few minutes,” Steve remarked softly. You were laying on the ground now and your vision was starting to sparkle a little bit. “Let me get you more comfortable.”

Steve was remaining calm as he took off his jacket and threw it over your torso. He began unbuttoning his dress shirt leaving him in a wife beater. His dress shirt was quickly rolled up and stuck underneath your head. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, not daring to look at your thigh.

“Steve?” You inquired. You could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“Yeah?”

“Can you take off my heels please?”

“Yeah…” You felt the shoes get pulled off your feet but any pleasure that it may have provided was overpowered by the agonizing pain in your leg.

“Steve. I think I’m going to pass out.” You warned. Your hand latched on Steve’s. His opened to accommodate yours. It felt nice.

“You’ve gotta stay awake or… I’ll… I’ll take your crown.” He offered. His tone wasn’t serious but you appreciated the effort.

“If I wasn’t able to wear the crown,” you opened your eyes to look at him. His blue eyes looked into yours with something that looked strange… Worry, maybe? That couldn’t be right. Your mind was playing tricks on you. “I’d be more than happy for you to wear it.”

You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head and you blacked out.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was a bedroom with typical furnishings but it had hospital equipment next to you instead of a nightstand. You stared up at the canopy draping over the top of the bed for a few seconds.

The silkiness of the sheets felt smooth against your skin. Remembering what happened before you went unconscious, you gingerly hovered your hand over your leg from above the covers.

“And Juno lives,” a voice sounded from the doorway. Footsteps moved along the carpeted floor and they stopped at your bedside. You turned your head and saw Steve standing with his hands in his pockets.

You groaned groggily. “Are my girls ok?”

Steve smiled at your question. It wasn’t a vicious smile but a kind one. One you hadn’t seen him wear before. Your heart didn’t skip a beat… did it? “You got stabbed with a knife in the thigh, passed out, had to get stitches (which I ever so graciously covered for you) and you’re asking if someone else is ok?”

You shrugged… it’s all you had the energy for. “Well, are they?”

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Maybe the nurse needed to look at your cardiac vitals too… “They’re as good as when you left them. You need to rest.”

“I can’t rest. I have to-,” you attempted to sit yourself up. Steve only put his hand out to stop your shoulder when it reached his palm. It felt like he had pushed you full force back into the mattress. “I have to lie down… For a while.”

“Is there anything you need that I can bring you?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he peered down at you.

“My pistol, my phone, and three shots of tequila.” You listed earnestly. “Please.”

“I can get you one of the those,” he responded before leaving the room.

You whispered to yourself. “Please be the tequila…” He sauntered back in with your phone and you reached for it longingly. You figured you would just have to settle for next best.

It touched your fingers and you unlocked it immediately to dial Victoria. But before you could touch ‘call’ Victoria herself appeared in the doorway.

“Oh thank God you’re alright!” She rushed into the room and hugged you tight. “I thought you had been taken out when Steve called and said you’d been stabbed.” He called them personally?

“Well, unfortunately for Steve, this bitch is still alive and kicking.” You winked at Victoria playfully and turned your gaze to Steve briefly. “Sorry, darling, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” you joked.

“Damn,” he cursed exaggeratedly. His eyes glistened humorously. “I can not believe you foiled my elaborate plan.”

You shifted the tone of the conversation and forced yourself to sit up, a little stronger than when you had woken up. “I suppose I’ve overstayed my welcome.” You yanked the blankets off your torso and shifted to move off of the bed.

You finally saw your leg since you had been ever so rudely stabbed in the leg. There were bandages wrapped from the base of your hip to the top of your knee. Your thigh was officially sans knife. The small use of your muscles sent a hot shockwave of pain through your leg and up to your lower back. Your expression soured instantaneously as you took deep breaths and steeled yourself to stand. Nausea welled up and punched you in the gut but you weren’t going to let a tummy ache stop you.

Victoria and Steve alike rushed forward to force you back to laying down. “What are you doing,” Victoria scolded, “Your leg isn’t even close to being healed.”

“You’re going to hurt yourself. Lie down, Y/n.” Steve ordered you. You knew he was probably right but the dominant part of your ego didn’t take orders from anyone, especially Steve. Defiantly and weakly, albeit, you pushed him to the side with the back of your hand and stood to your feet.

Or at least tried to. Steve had been right. The moment your injured leg was standing was the moment your knee buckled and you started to fall to the floor.

Your hands scrambled for the closest thing to hold onto to stop the impact. Your fingers wrapped around the IV stand but it wasn’t enough. Fortunately for you, Steve had better reflexes and caught you as you continued to fall. He swiftly grabbed your torso and secured you from falling further. With his calloused hands on your waist and your hands on his muscled biceps you stepped backwards and sat back down.

“Why didn’t you listen to me?” He asked as he pulled away slowly, uncertain if you still required his assistance.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Does this face look like it follows orders?” He cocked a challenging eyebrow at you. “The answer is no, Steven. I don’t follow orders. Besides you don’t want me here. We’re rivals. Remember?”

“Yes, I do remember. But I do also remember you getting stabbed in the fucking thigh in front of me. In my restaurant. While carrying out a plan of my volition. I am responsible for you getting injured. You need to heal and you are going to stay here to do that.” Steve had his hands on his hips.

“I have my own doctors, Steve. I can heal at my headquarters. I have power here too.” You leaned forward with as much dignity as you could muster.

He clutched his forehead in frustration. If nothing else you were glad that you were still able to piss him off while minorly incapacitated. “This isn’t about power, Y/n. This is about you being hurt. And I don’t think Victoria’ll let you leave here until you’re healed if I ensured your safety. Which I do.”

Your head snapped to Victoria who looked conflicted. She visibly squirmed at the equally scrutinizing looks you and Steve were giving her. “He has a point, Juno. Us moving you would do more harm than good.” You could practically feel Steve’s infuriating and victorious smirk. “Joan and I can handle it. We can send you documents and you can sign them on your tablet and send them back to us.”

“Victoria…” You started. This was NOT happening.

“It’s better that you get a break any way. God knows you need it.” She fiddled with her nails. Then she began to move for the door. “Getrestandfeelbetterbye!”

“Victoria!” And she ran out of the room shutting the door behind her. You were gaping like a fish.

She just… She just left you.

Alone.

At your rival’s headquarters.

While you were at a physical disadvantage.

You slowly turned your head back to the man standing in front of you. “Told you,” he chided.

“There’s no need to gloat, asshole,” you glared at him. “I hate you,” you mumbled.

“No, you don’t. Not anymore. You’re just angry.” He took a deep breath. “What kind of entertainment do you like? TV, movies, card games…” Steve suggested.

“You know what would be great?” You clapped your hands together in faux enthusiasm. “If you located the nearest cliff and took a long walk right off of it!”

He winced apathetically. “Sorry, doll, no can do.”

“Don’t patronize me.” You moved to lie down and tried to use your muscles to pull your hurt leg back over onto the mattress. But they either didn’t want to comply or they clawed at your nerve endings violently.

Steve’s hand found the underside of your partially bandaged knee and lifted it gently onto the bed. You weren’t sure whether to thank him or snap at him. “I still don’t like you, Rogers,” you jabbed as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared at the shut door to the room that seemed to mock you. “But I do like Netflix.”

“Really? You tell me you hate me and expect me to give you something after that?”

“Yes.”

“No. That’s not how this works. I’ll help you get healed but if you’re going to be rude then I don’t think I should help you pass the time.”

“Are you seriously wagering with a cripple right now?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes.” God, you wanted to rip his pretty eyes out of their sockets!

“Fine,” you growled. With gritted teeth you apologized. “Thank you for treating me and…” Your voice trailed off into a murmur, “I’m sorry for being difficult.”

“What was that?” He asked obnoxiously with a hand to his ear. This asshole.

“I’m sorry for being difficult.” You enunciated venomously. You pressed your lips together and crossed your arms as you stared at the wall rather than him.

“Now… was that so hard?” Steve’s voice was maddeningly smooth and his blue eyes glittered tantalizingly.

“No. It wasn’t actually.” You spat.

“Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing it again in the inevitable future.” Your anger began to bubble like lava.

“Can I have my Netflix now?” He raised a brow. “Please.”

“Why yes you can!” He over enthusiastically responded. Steve produced a remote from his suit pocket and pressed a button. An LED TV began to slowly lower from a slot in the dark ceiling.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my pistol, jerkwad. I would’ve shot the ballsiness right off of you.”

“I bet,” he agreed amiably as pressed more buttons on the remote nonchalantly.

You huffed a deep breath. “Dammit, Steve. You’re supposed to respond to me with witty repartee. You’re not being any fun.”

“Mmhmm.” The screen was open on the Netflix main screen and he tossed you the remote. Steve dragged a lounge chair to the side of your bed and reclined in it. Suit and all. “What are we watching?” He prompted.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “What?”

“Did I stutter? I asked ‘what are we watching,’” He answered matter-of-factly.

“Why? Don’t you have your mob to run?” Your brows were furrowed.

“I’m the mob boss. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I want to watch something.” Even though you couldn’t quite argue with his logic your jaw was dropped and you didn’t move. He huffed and snatched the remote out of your hand. “I’ll choose then.” He clicked on the arrows and settled on a crime tv show.

You were still staring at him. He was contentedly facing the screen. He turned to face you, his blue eyes looking into yours. A stray blonde curl fell out of his gelled do. It was endearing. “What are you looking at?”

You shook your head and faced the screen. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing…”

The two of you simultaneously inhaled and exhaled a deep breath.

Halfway between episode 3 and 4 and making jokes about the the criminals, you fell asleep. It was exhausting, what could you say… You had gotten stabbed not even 24 hours before.

Steve hadn’t noticed you had fallen asleep initially. He thought you were ignoring one of his comments. It wasn’t uncommon. When you hadn’t responded after a few repetitions, he opened his mouth to give a biting remark and expected you to respond in like fashion.

But when he looked over at you, head lolled against the pillows, hair askew, and mouth slightly ajar, something weird happened.

Steve smiled to himself.

Not because of how vulnerable you looked (maybe that was part of it) or even because there was a little bit of drool seeping onto the pillow but because one of the most vicious and vengeful and ruthless people he knew slept looking like an angel. There were bags under your eyes and there were spots of imperfections on your skin. He couldn’t tell if it was despite them or because of them but he thought you looked… dare he say… well, beautiful.

He looked away. It felt oddly intimate watching you sleep if only for a few seconds. A little bit of an invasion of privacy. Steve gently readjusted your awkwardly flayed arms and pulled the covers up to your shoulders, careful not to wake you. He stood silently from his chair and walked noiselessly to the door. As he closed it shut, Steve took one more peek at you.

You only scrunched your nose momentarily in your sleep. Deadly, he thought.

But in that moment, Steve knew that he was completely, irreversibly and undeniably fucked.

The following days and weeks were nice. Startlingly nice. Every morning Steve dropped off a coffee for you and checked on you, if only for a few minutes. And every night, after he was done with his work for the day, you fell asleep watching that horrid crime show on Netflix with Steve. Like clockwork.

For meals, he would help you limp down to the dining room when you were finally able to move out of bed rest. He would visit you on his breaks. It didn’t matter if you were engaging in conversation with him. Steve would still sit in the room while you were communicating with Joan and Victoria. It wasn’t invasive at all… It was nice just to have his presence in your room.

You weren’t sure when the two of you began helping the other problem solve but the two of you were certain that you should have brainstormed together earlier. Neither of you were willing to admit, however, that the fault was with your pride… What? Steve’s ego couldn’t even fit through the door sometimes.

But you guessed you could say, at the very least, that you were on friendly terms now…

“Joan,” you switched your phone from one ear to the other when Steve poked his head into the threshold and rapped on the wood with that signature smirk on his face. You smiled at him reflexively and waved him in. “No, I agree we’ve given him plenty of time to pay. You have my stamp of approval to send in the Valkyries….”

Steve meandered into the room and fell back into his recliner. Joan’s tinny voice sounded on the other end. “Will do…” The sound of a keyboard typing filled the silence for a few seconds. “Your order is in.”

“Great! Let me know how that goes. I want a mission report emailed over immediately after …Oh! Is Phoebe there?” You asked hopefully.

“One moment…” The sound of Joan calling Phoebe to the phone was faint but still exciting for you.

“Hi, Anthie Juno.” The voice of Cleo’s three-year-old came on the line. Your heart warmed instantaneously.

“Hi, darling! How was school today?” You asked enthusiastically.

“It was fun! I went on- I went on the swings!” Her little voice informed you excitedly.

“Oh my goodness! Did you go so high?”

“I did, Anthie Juno. I was like a bood!” She giggled as she finished her semi-mispronounced sentence and the sheer adorableness that you imagined was happening on the other side of the line made you hold your chest.

“I bet you were,” you were beaming through your words. “I miss you so so much, Bee.”

She giggled again, at her nickname this time. “I miss you too. When can, when can I see you?”

You glanced over at Steve. He was smiling in your direction and your heart jumped a little bit. There was no doubt he could hear Phoebe speaking. The little girl practically yelled in the speakers whenever she was on the phone.

“I don’t know, Bee…” You wanted to see her but you didn’t want to overstep your bounds with Steve. He had already been so helpful. You almost felt indebted to him.

Steve spoke up. “She can come tomorrow if she wants…” He sat up in his seat.

Your eyebrows shot up. You put your hand over the microphone. “Are you serious?”

He nodded nonchalantly. “Absolutely…”

Your spirits soared. “How does tomorrow sound?”

The squealing on the other side of the line was answer enough. “Ok! Ok…” You could practically hear the gears turning in her little brain. “I’ll- I’ll see you tomowow! I love you! Bye!” The moment before Phoebe hung up you heard the beginning of Joan calling to her.

You chuckled and shook your head as you put your phone down next to you. “I’ll have you know, Steve. She is very excited to come over tomorrow.”

The smile on his face matched yours and his eyes crinkled. “I certainly hope so. I’d miss you if I hadn’t seen you in that long.”

“Steven, no one could ever get tired of this face.” You framed your face with your hands comically.

He jokingly winced to himself as he stood from his spot. “I don’t know about that.” Steve offered his hand when he arrived at your bedside.

You dropped your jaw dramatically and swung your legs over the side of the bed and took his hands. Making sure that you were standing securely on your uninjured leg, you placed a light amount of pressure on your stabbed leg. You could only stand on the ball of your foot before it began to hurt.

He, almost instinctively, wrapped your arm over his suit-clad, muscled shoulders. You hobbled through the bedroom on your way to dinner with Steve supporting you at your side.

“You know…” You pressed your hand against the wall of the hallway to hold yourself up as you addressed Steve. “You’ve been so nice to me that I feel like you’re buttering me up for something.” You were only half joking.

“The King of Brooklyn? Butter you up?” You rolled your eyes at his self-proclamation. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, slowing his pace to allow you to strengthen your muscle a little bit. “Now where would you get an idea like that?” Steve resupported you, this time with one hand on your waist and the other grasping your outstretched hand.

You just glanced at him from the corners of your eyes as you continued to limp to the dining room.

“I am not buttering you up, Y/n,” he corrected. “If I wanted something from you, I’d tell you. Honestly. Like how much your hair needs a brushing.”

Your jaw dropped as you scoffed at him. “Well, I don’t exactly have the materials to look presentable, Steven. I don’t need to spend much time like you do but I do need the proper instruments.”

It was part of your banter to roast each other.

“I can send someone to the store to pick up some stuff for you?” Steve suggested.

You smiled at him gratefully as you continued to limp along. “That’s alright… I can have Joan send some stuff over when she drops off Phoebe tomorrow.”

“You’re sure?” He asked.

You nodded assuredly. “I owe you big time, Rogers. Seriously, thank you.”

He only shook his head and smiled at the floor… bashfully? “You don’t need to thank me. I was being decent.”

“Steve, mobsters aren’t decent. I know a handful of bosses who, if I were their enemy, would have let me bleed out or took me out while I was down.” He looked up at you once again and you, in turn, looked straight ahead as you paced yourself down the hallway. “So, yes. I do owe you, Rogers. I owe you and then some. When you figure out how I can make it up to you, let me know and I’ll be there. Anytime.”

He smiled genuinely at you. “Anytime?”

“Anytime,” You confirmed without hesitation.

He chuckled to himself and your heart lifted a little bit. Just a little.

After a few moments of silence, Steve spoke up again. “I know how you can make it up to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath. “Dinner.”

“‘Dinner’?” You were confused. “Is that a code for something that I’m not aware of or-”

“It’s code for,” he lowered his voice, “I want to take you out to dinner after your leg is healed because I like you, Y/n.”

You halted in your tracks as your heart did a tap routine. He liked you? You had had your suspicions but there was no way you could have been absolutely certain until now.

“What if I said no?” You inquired. You weren’t serious. You definitely wanted to go on a date with him but you made it a point to see how a man would react to rejection before pursuing a relationship with him. Just because you really liked him didn’t mean he was exempt.

“I’d be disappointed but I’d respect your ‘no.’ You’re busy and you’d have your reasons, I’m sure.” He shrugged and aided you as you continued to limp to dinner.

“And if I said yes?” You prompted.

A goofy smile graced his features again. “Then I’d be excited and plan the best damn dinner you’ve ever had.”

“That’s quite the claim, Rogers.” You teased with raised eyebrows.

“You can see if it has any merit if you decide to go to dinner with me.” He smirked at you cheekily.

A sideways smile of your own moved your cheeks. “It seems like I’ll just have to.”

“It’s a date then.” He declared. You pretended not to see the kick in his step as the two of walked to the dining room. Steve supported you as you trekked to the dining room, his hands holding yours.

You supposed that’s how it was always meant to be: the two of you working hand in hand.

After all, you knew the value of a good relationship with others…

Especially one with your future husband.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #mobster!steve #mobster!au

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A Rant

Ohhhhhhh I love how phantis go "you fetishizing str8 girls just want everything to be all 'real life yaoi' don't you" even though the phandom is so diverse and most phannies I've met aren't straight.

Can we please stop the shipping = fetishizing narrative because it just furthers hetreonormativity by making any gay relationship seen cute by anyone "unacceptable" and furthers the idea you can't see gay and straight relationships as equal. Straight relationships are acceptable to ship no matter what but shipping something gay will get you called a "fetishizing idiot" and that's not ok. It furthers the idea straight relationships are somehow less problematic than gay ones.

We don't want it to be "real life yaoi." I fucking hate yaoi. It over sexualizes gay men for the enjoyment of straight girls, forced hetreonormativity onto gay men, and is often abusive. I don't ship it because I think it's "hot" I ship it because I can see two men who genuinely love and care for each other and I think that's beautiful.

We all know if one of them was a girl there wouldn't be these conversations going on. But they may have also been openly together from the start. Another thing phantis don't seem to understand (probably cause they haven't ever dealt with it) is coming out is fucking hard. It takes me months sometimes to come out to people who I know will take it well. Coming out to my family- it'll be years. The entire internet? Where anyone in the world can know I'm LGBTQIA? Even the people who would kill me or beat me or rape me to "fix me." I don't think I could do it. So yes, they aren't out, but also, that's a fucking terrifying thought, being out, and I know Dan at the very least plays that through his head all the time. Hes starting a journey of being out and more open and I'm giving a shit ton of applause. That's hard as hell. Hes screaming "Hey I'm LGBT" to what's potentially 7 billion people and that's fucking metal as hell. He doesn't know how those 7 billion people think. He can't control them. But he's braving it for the chance he'll help his fans or others and to be an open person who can give the people what they want.

Maybe phan is real and maybe it isn't. But either way it's not ok to be an asshole to people who just have an opinion on the topic. And it's not ok to actually bully people online. You can't send death threats and be an asshole to Phantis. But Phantis have to do that to. Stop calling all shippers "fetishizing yaoi loving straight girls" and stop calling them delusional or naive. I'm not fucking naive. I've stared death in the motherfucking face several times. I know what's happening in the world and that's hard as hell. So stop making fun of me for using Dan and Phil as an escape from the fact I was huddled under a table telling my friends I loved them in case I died, carefully calculating how easy it would be to shoot me, missing the girl I loved because I chose today to go to the late lunch with my other group of friends and if she dies and I never get to tell her- or if I die- I'll never forgive myself. I don't have a lot of escapes. I can't because I can't really enjoy two things at once because my brain has to fucking hyperobsess over minute little things. And yet I've somehow had Phan through it all though. Even when I'm sobbing I can open up this stupid app and read a silly fic about Dan and Phil washing dishes and I can smile again.

People love in this fanbase and I'm so glad of that. But we're big, and that means our 1 percent is big too. And it's on both ends- the one percent is. The Demons and the Phantis. Both are bad, but in different ways. The Demons stalk Dan and Phil to prove they're gay (hint hint, if anyone's fetishizing, it's these asses) and are the ones who refuse to admit they might be just friends. I've seen Demons harass non shippers, but not near as much as I've seen Phantis harass shippers. Phantis do the same shit. They twist everything to be heteronormative and fit the idea that Dan and Phil are best buds. They refuse to admit they could be a couple. They in turn ridicule and harass shippers who ask simple things, like why they think that, by mocking them and telling them they aren't mature and grown up. I've seen Phantis asked to keep the hateful comments they make about shippers out of the phan tag to which they respond, "i don't care how you feel I'm going to do what I want because it's the internet and I have rights" but then insist that shipping on the internet is harmful and it's not ok, even thought that argument you just made about why you can be an ass can be turned on it's head and used against you.

99% of shippers would never take it off the internet, because shockingly they love Dan and Phil for who they are and don't care about Phan as much as Phantis make them out to. If Dan and Phil randomly dropped a video talking about they're signifigant others joe and sue I'd congratulate them, support then 100%, and stop shipping. Because I love Dan and Phil. They've gotten me through a lot. They haven't done that, though.

They haven't explicitly ever said to stop shipping. Hell, Cornelia, Martyn's girlfriend, asked for the link to a phanfic KNOWING IT WAS A PHANFIC. They don't really seem to care or they'd tell us to stop. They wouldn't be posting "Phil's Sugar Baby" as Dan's Alternative Job if YouTube Crashes at II.

Ultimately, I'm just mad shipping two men becomes fetishizing because it's two men being shipped. That's homophobic. If they were if the opposite sex (this is in general) it wouldn't be fetishizing- it would be problematic at worst. PROBLEMATIC is much less aggressive and bad sounding than FETISHIZING. Problematic makes you think it's a split ship, 45% like, 45% don't, 10% don't care. Fetishizing makes you think your making this ship into your kink, that you don't care about the ship for anything but their sex life. And yes, people fetishize, but it's actually a thousand times worse with lesbians. Lesbians are mostly played off in movies as sexy to men. That's fetishizing. Thinking two men (or women) make (or would make) a cute couple isn't fetishizing. But I never see people yell about fetishizing straight relationships- it's simply problematic. I'll see people shipping brothers and sisters and yet that gets a nicer title than two unrelated men. I hate that.

Phantis- one more thing. You so often argue that Dan and Phil are straight because they don't yell their sexualities for the world. 1) read the above about how the internet can influence people's view of you. 2) They've stated they're bi but don't like labels at one point or another. Implying that to be LGBT you have to keep us all updated on your sexuality isn't ok. Implying not saying "I'm gay, ok" once a year makes you straight is fucking homophobic. If they don't like fucking labels than let's not label them BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE THEM STRAIGHT. People can take pride in who they are and dance about in tutus at pride parades, but some people want to keep that in. In their families, in their friend groups, maybe just in them. That's ok. People have a right to privacy, and to imply they're any less LGBTQIA because of that is homophobic. Why? Two reasons. One, it's implying all LGBTQIA people have that privilege and want to flaunt their identities to the world, and have constantly talk about it. Two, you're saying to be a gay or trans or bi person you have to tell the world and fuck that. We can take pride in that we can be who we are, but we also shouldn't be told we have to flaunt it to be LGBT because straight people don't have to do that. They get to walk by and be presumed to be who they are because they have that privilege. That's not fair. That's heteronormative and I really want it to stop. But first we need to stop saying if you haven't said what you are your straight. That's not fair. To closeted people, and to people who don't feel like being flamboyant, and to people who dont want death threats over their sexuality because theyre in the public eye. It's ok to not want to scream about it.

Bottom line- don't be an asshole. Don't make fun of others. Shippers aren't inherently fetishizing. Don't invade others privacy. Don't presume people are straight. Phan may or may not be real and it doesn't really matter because we'll love them no matter what. And- once more for good measure- DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE.

#phandom #phan #phanti #phannie #demon phannie #seriously #yall #please listen #opinions #how not to be a jerk #opinions on the phandom

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SnK Chapter 95 Poll Results

The chapter 95 poll closed with 1,069 responses. Thank you to everyone for participating. Let’s do this!

RATE THE CHAPTER (1,019 Responses)

75% of respondents had a  favorable reaction for “Liars”. Less than 1% expressed extreme dissatisfaction.

I actually loved this chapter! I was kinda meh on the Marley arc at first, but this completely changed my feelings on it!! Seeing everything from the Warriors' perspective is a refreshing change of pace.

Bertolt is the God of Destruction, RBA deserved better, Magath is actually a nice guy, poor Porco has a terrible name and deserves more love

This is the first chapter in the Marley arc I've wholeheartedly enjoyed. I was always looking forward to getting the Warriors' perspective, but the way in which it's been done has been terrible pacing wise, if definitely interesting story-wise; consequently I've had mixed feelings about the recent chapters. But this one managed to really make me feel for the characters and their tragic, terrible circumstances for the first time in awhile.

Good chapter in terms of lore although kinda meh in terms of story development

I liked the chapter, and the Marley thing we are going through, but I would still like to return to the walls

Not the strongest chapter, feels the same kind of "recap-y" that 63 did, but still a solid outing. I'm convinced we're staying in Marley as the main location for the final arc of the series, with the main cast's appearance kicking events into overdrive.

IN A RECENT INTERVIEW, ISAYAMA REFERRED TO MARLEY AS AN “ARC”, NOT A VOLUME. WOULD YOU BE HAPPY IF THE MARLEY PERSPECTIVE CONTINUES FOR AN ENTIRE 16 CHAPTERS? (1,046 Responses)

We are a fandom divided.

I feel guilty about complaining too much but I really am bitter that I have to wait another month to potentially be disappointed again

I'm kinda concerned where the series is going‚ it seems like Isayama's taking it slow as he's running out of time

As much as i am loving all of this marley pov i do crave for just...idk something else. Like don't get me wrong i love finally getting more explorations of Reiner but it would be better to have some variation: like what about bertholht, why is he a warrior?? and annie; is her dad still around?

I can see why Isayama's doing this, but it feels v e r y  s l o w.

I can't believe I'm saying this but I kinda miss eren.

  HOW MANY MORE CHAPTERS FROM THE MARLEY PERSPECTIVE WOULD YOU WANT TO SEE? (1,043 Responses)

48.6% would like to see the Marley Files end in 1-3 months. 25.8% of the fandom is much more flexible. Judging from the write in comment, trust in Isayama is still high.

I would be happy if Marley took over the whole manga

I want the main cast to reappear, but to see them from the Marley perspective

I would've like to get back to the Walldians by now, but I think I'm good for another chapter or two of the Warriors.

I'd like the perspective to switch between marley and paradis

Depends if Pieck is often seen.

Looking forward to seeing the fall of Shinganshina from the warriors perspective

I'm starting to think Isayama will troll so hard. Marley Arc to the bitter end. Sasuga Isayama.

If this means we're going to remain in Marley for a while, I hope we'll at least get to see something exciting soon, like maybe at the festival. So far we've been getting more information than action, so I'd like to return to that action soon. I also can't wait to learn more about the Tyber family and meet the members.

  WHICH STATEMENT MOST CLOSELY MATCHES YOUR FEELINGS FOR THE MARLEY CHAPTERS AS A WHOLE? (1,044 Responses)

Nearly everyone who responded has enjoyed the Marley focus. 39% would be happy with a little more, while 31% liked it but are ready to return to the main cast.

On the negative side, 3.4% said that while it was necessary they didn’t enjoy it. Only .4% said it ruined their enjoyment of the series.

I like the Marleyan perspective, honestly if the rest of the series was like this (with a few chapters focused on the main cast of course) I think that would be great!

I felt the Marley perspective was necessary but I was bored most of the time. And now I'm just desperate to head back to the main cast.

I enjoyed the Marley perspective and I'm fine with more of it but something has to happen because I'm starting to get bored

This series has just been a series of peaks (Piecks?!) and whenever I think that it's surely gotten as good as it can get, they surprise me. The 30 day wait is hellish lately, more so than ever before.

  HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO RETURN TO THE ORIGINAL CAST ON PARADIS? (1,040 Responses)

While the previous questions have shown we are patient people, a solid 50% would sell their soul, or at least consider it, for a return to the original cast.

Lemme see the main cast again, but keep the best girl

I would still love to know if Jean has grown some ill-adviced facial hair, but I also love the Marley chapters.

I at least want a glimpse of the Walldians post-time skip!  I especially want to see Colossal Armin and if amputee-kun is Eren! I'm okay with a couple more chapters in Marley since I trust Isayama that this part of the story will be important (plus the characters are interesting and I enjoy seeing RBA flashbacks), but I just miss the old crew and want to see what they've been up to the past few years!

I feel like in all honesty, I enjoy the Marley perspective but I'd like to see how our 104th cast is doing. I'd really hate for them to do the same thing to Reiner and Co and recreate Shiganshina.

BOI I want to see the original squad again PLEASE

I love the Marley Arc!

Wake me up when the main casts return

   WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT OF THE CHAPTER? (1,038 Responses)

Judging from the write in comments, Pieck is the best girl. 33% of us had a favorite moment that involved her. Seeing the Paradis mission from the perspective of the warriors and the reveal of the Tyber family had 17% and 18% respectively.

tag yourself im zeke being super enthusiastic over pieck

Boooring... except for sasuga pieck.  That part made me laugh.

Zeke's subtle way of warning everyone that the room is bugged, and Pieck and Reiner immediatly understanding.

I was excited to learn about the 9th titan, the Tybar family and Zeke praising Pieck. Very heart-broken for Reiner though.

Tired of seeing Marcel get eaten. Its a little repetatitive

  HOW MUCH WORSE CAN REINER’S LIFE GET... FROM THE NEW CHAPTERS, WHICH OF THESE IS THE MOST TERRIBLE MOMENT FOR HIM? (1,032 Responses)

Each new event of Reiner's life is like beating a piñata of misery. Everything is terrible and the sadness candy just keeps spilling out. When the piñata is done, they beat Reiner with the bat instead.

Learning of Marcel's lie, immediately followed by Marcel's death, giving him no chance for closure or resolution

Tough one.. but i say his mom's pressure & the conflict of seeing pradise ppl as normal human being & still having to kill them.

I want some form of lasting happiness for Reiner Braun

#ProtectReiner854

Reiner seems to have inherited Ymir's real titan power: the Complex and Depressing Backstory Titan

I would like everyone to hug the shit out of Reigner.

Being Reiner is suffering. Seeing his face the page after his own father refused to acknowledge him as human broke something inside of me. Also Galliard is still a dick but I'm disliking him less.

  NEW CHARACTERS MEAN NEW SHIPS. HAVE ANY CAUGHT YOUR INTEREST? (1,040 Responses)

Someone please remind me to never give “Other” as an option for a shipping question :/  I do, however, appreciate that almost 60% of you would like Reiner to have a bit of happiness.

Annie x freedom from her crystal, Pieck x being exactly right, porco x death,  Isayama x vague hints, Zeke x tea, Everyone x Happiness (except them motherfucking Marleyans) and my personal notp, Zevi, were a few of the many write in answers.

WHAT IS THE MOST INTERESTING NEW REVELATION FROM THE CHAPTER? (1,034 Responses)

Last month learning the identity of the 9th titan was high on everyone’s wish this. This month we got it. 52.5% were most happy to learn about Warhammer.

At least we know the 9th titan. Just a decent chapter, Not my favorite of this arc though.

Really enjoyed this chapter, did not expect a mention of the ninth Titan. The montage of the Warriors was really awesome too.

Tybur family's new plot introduction is very intersting! I still think zakrus in pradise is shady as hell.. maybe he'll play a role in pradise fall.. pradise cant be too unified. Marley is not unified either.

I'm so excited to see more of the Tyber family. Their brief scene is drawn in an epic and mysterious fashion - symbols of seashells, flowing robes, a man with a clenched fist and correspondingly flowing golden locks standing before a crowd. I expect them to play a pivotal role in whatever comes.

  MAGATH IS SO FAR THE ONLY MARLEYAN WHO HAS ACKNOWLEDGED THE WARRIORS AS HUMANS. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT HIM? (1,027 Responses)

Magath is perfectly meh. About 50% of us place him in the dead center between “tiniest gold star ever” and “swell guy.”

Magath is on the Eldians team. He loves and cares about all the Warriors, is possible he loves them as his children...I thought it was cute how he asked them to finish their mission and come home together! Hes like a tsundere "I-Its not like i care about you eldian demons!"

FAVORITE CHARACTER THUS FAR IN THIS ARC? (1,043 Responses)

Reiner wins by a landslide. I think it comes as no surprise to anyone that Pieck has a solid showing with 17%. Zeke came in 3rd with 9.3%

Zeke's unique & bizzarre nature.. immense cruelty + cleverness + immature nature + bizzare obession of games, playing & his twisted concept of fun! This guy is a very interesting mixture indeed.

Pieck is a great new character.

Tbh the series is kind of getting boring but Pieck is Bae

Reiner has become my absolute favorite character in the series.

LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER THUS FAR IN THIS ARC? (1,029 Responses)

Reiner’s dad edged out his mom for least favorite character, but the real news is that 24% of people hate Gabi and Porco even more than Reiner’s  terrible parents.

Can i just pick both of Reiner's parents?

Reiners father and mother are both trash i'm taking him away i'm his mother now.

Asshole marley soldier who made bomb noises @ the disabled soldiers

Karina Braun doesn't deserve the hates she gets, she wasn't tricking Reiner...she legit believed ths they would live with his father one day, she really loves him and you see her pain filled face when Reiner lies and says "It was hell"

I like Porkboi more than I'd like to admit.

If I was the Colossal Titan I would find Reiner's father and flip him what would literally be the biggest middle finger ever.

Can't stand Porco. Won't ever forgive him for Ymir. Won't ever forgive Reiner or Bert for Ymir either tbh

  HAS THIS CHAPTER CHANGED YOUR FEELINGS TOWARDS THE WARRIORS (1,023 Responses)

51.2% say yes!

I'm far more sympathetic to them than before, especially Reiner. That poor boy only wanted to have his family together.

Last chapter changed my views about them.

Not much - this is pretty much how I though things would be once we found out about the ghetto and Marley. The only really interesting bits are the new pieces of info, like the Tybur family and the 9th titan.

I've gone from 100% love to 110% love

I feel that this "arc" is being dragged on for the purpose of readers gaining sympathy with them and for me last volume was enough to make us sympathize with them. I have no patience left for this especially when I know the end is closing and there is more to cover and I’m afraid it'll be rushed or that I would lose interest before we reach that part

I feel invested in Porco against my better judgment... and I wonder...if there will ever be a moment when Pieck is not exactly right as expected... :o I wanna see Bertholt's past!!!!!!

  RATE EACH WARRIOR IN TERMS OF HOW THIS CHAPTER AFFECTED YOUR PERCEPTIONS OF THEM

The Winners: Reiner  - 840 people view him more favorably Pieck  - 708 people view her more favorably

The Losers: Gabi  - 151 people view her less favorably Porco  - 161 people view him less favorably

I love RBA. Zeke is interesting as ever. Falco looks like he'll probably end up being a character I'll end up really liking, but he's not there yet. Don't really care about Pieck currently. Hate Gabi and Galliard.

Pieck is love

I wish we'd met Pieck earlier because she's everything.

porco the best

Bardlot is best girl

  WHICH CHARACTERS DO YOU GENERALLY ENJOY THE MOST (1,032 Responses)

Looking back over past polls, support for the 104th has stayed consistent. The real change is with the vets. In early polls, 30-40% of people preferred them. That number has fallen to 12%. I suspect some have left the series or aren’t interested enough in the story direction to take the poll.

  WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES (984 Responses)

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  FINAL THOUGHTS

There were more than 500 additional write in comments. I wish I could publish them all. Thank you for sharing all your thoughts!

I'm still not over the serumbowl and how much the paradis cast showed they're really no better than the ones they're fighting against, so I'm really happy to see the side that's been less favored by the narration so far. Bless the warriors, they're all full of personality and I already love them.

It was rlly heartbreaking when Marcel tells the truth to Reiner and he deludes himself saying: ""wtf are you talking about Marcel? I WAS CHOSEN BY MARLEY, i don't believe you"".The Armored Titan is the only thing hes got...

Next chapter is a recap of the old arcs with Warrior POV I can bet my seafood on it.

This and chapter 94 have been my favorites so far. Please give me more Reiner, more marley, more warriors, more everything. Isayama I love you.

LOVE THE WARRIORS! On a more serious note, im very curious about zeke and his true motives.. what is he trying to accomplish? I also really wish that his relationship with eren can be expanded on. Zeke told eren that he would save him. Does he to some degree care for eren's own life? Or is he just after eren's powers? Regardless, i find zeke fascinating.

Good but background could have been better incorporated with both sides

I'm loving the Marley arc. We need the other side of the coin and this really shows that evil can be grey. Neither the islanders or Marley-Eldians are really bad...they're just all raised/brain-washed in different settings. I really enjoy the added layers fo Reiner.

These few chapters have been really interesting, but I hope to see our guys back on Paradis, unless Amputee-kun turns out to be Eren and the other Survey Corps have infiltred Marley. Would love for the story to continue from that point of view, but with flashbacks as to what happened in Paradis. Really interesting chapters overall, learning about the 9 titans was really hype.

I hope that Isayama gives us an ending almost as great as ATLA. Each character gets a proper conclusion & the entire story is satisfying. I want AOT to go down as one of the top 10 solid anime/manga of all time. I have faith in Isayama but still the future is unpredictable.

I hope we get to see the attack on Wall Maria from the warriors pov next chapter. And I was disappointed that Amputee guy wasn't in this chapter.

More Marley please. Even if some are salty not to see the Walldians, I think it's very enlightening to see Marley and Warrior perspective on this. As would say Bertolt : "no one is at fault" and, in the same time, each side has their fault.

I've been rocking with this arc and loving it, although I've generally had little complaint with any arc of this series, I love everyone :) But I think some development for my favorite characters and their side of the war is backed up by some subtle set-up for the climax of it all. For all that some people are desperate to see the main cast, I think this kind of exploration is necessary, not just for emotional investment, but because it gives us a look at the world the Walldians are so desperate to get to. It shows that the battle is only just beginning; Marley is not the endgame boss, and in fact it might be the only thing standing in the way of total destruction for all Eldians. How do they deal with that? Seeing that from the Warriors' perspective gives it reality and weight.

I am enjoying the Marley perspective, but I'm having trouble with the pacing. These past 2 chapters are moving so slow. And even though Reiner is my favourite character, I wish we wouldn't have such a huge focus on him chapter after chapter. It's becoming a bit repetitive, and I would rather learn more about the other warriors. I am looking forward to seeing RBA's pov of the attack on Shiganshina however. :)

Shit's heatin' up! Woo!

I am such a fuckin' slut for all the Marley stuff. I have been dying to see everything from the Warriors' perspective since the initial reveal of Marley and honestly I live on the tears of everyone bitching about how there's too much Marley. EMA are pretty much...... the most boring characters in the series so I am livin' this up. Give me more.

MORE MEMES PLEASE (and a bit of main cast too)

can i see more bardlot creating titnas???? please answer this one question!!!!!!!

Waiting for Annie to come back. Any moment now.

It's a good chapter, I'm enjoying seeing the flashbacks and the distinction of the Titan powers. On a smaller note regarding that, I wish they'd tell us what makes the Female Titan "female."

Very good chapter, but it feels like one that's setting up for the rest of the volume. I'm looking forward to this festival as well as getting even more details about the warriors' mission on Paradis

Headbutt of Love copyright Isayama

A relatively good chapter, but I reallllllly want to see the main cast again. It doesn't have to be from their perspective, but I just want to see them again after a 4 year time skip.

We will most certainly  remain on Marley, but the perspective will soon shift to the main cast when the rest of them arrive to backup Eren and trash the festival in which the Tieber family will present the plan to capture the Founding Titan.

I can see why Reiner had all that plot armour now! Learning more about the warriors (RBA etc, not the new kids :/) has been really interesting and a much needed flesh out of their characters.

I enjoy seeing more of Reiner (cause he's da best) and learning more about his past and the world outside the walls. I would love to see him decide that he's done with Marley and doing things against his moral code (cause let's be real he probably is totally against this shitshow). I know he'll die and that makes me sad so I'm trying to enjoy whatever time we have left with him. ;_;

No doubt next chapter will show the Wall Maria breach from the Warriors' perspective. I only wonder how much of the flashback will be shown in a single chapter.

I hope we get more backstory on Zeke. There's still so much about him that's mysterious. More of him interacting with the other warriors is always good. I really really REALLY need to know what his thoughts on Eren are. Does he still plan on "saving" him, whatever that may mean? And how much does Pieck know?

When will we see giant naked people punch each other again?

I feel sorry for all the warriors but they killed so many people that I cannot see them as pure cinnamon rolls that need to be protected, for me they will always be morally grey.

I love that we are finally getting details about the warriors. This was something long in the making. I can understand where fans of the main cast are coming from, but you just have to have patience until we see the main cast again. For a story like Attack on Titan, which is supposed to be morally grey, we have to have insight on both sides of the conflict. It would have been extremely stupid if Isayama never delved into the warriors background after all the stuff that they had did. The timing of the switch may have been wrong, but I would rather have it now than not at all.

More Marley, but not at the expence of our heroes. It's Shingeki no Kyojin after all; not Yoroi no Kyojin

This arc has introduced the grey into the world of snk, I no longer see any one main character as bad or good because they all have the reasons with them, although perhaps some unjustifiable it still causes me to think about whether this person is a truly bad person or not. It really makes it quite difficult to favour or not favour people, however I do find that it makes it a lot more interesting.

I love these chapters, I really like the depth isayama is going for the viewers to know that this war isn't black and white and it really shines light on the complications of war and who really is the victims of not only war but also being the victims of a manipulative government.

I think this was a very powerful chapter, it had a lot of revelations and hints about the near future events. It is more clear than ever that the clash with the Paradis people is coming very soon. I am not sure how much more of RBA and Marcel heading towards the wall are we going to see though.

I can't shake the feeling that the "Tybur" family is connected to both the Tiber river (i.e. the fertile crescent--Garden of Eden imagery galore!) and Thor's hammer. Isayama likes to pull from both biblical sources and Norse sources for his world-building and I'm curious what's going on with this name.

this might have been my favorite marley chapter (which still isn't saying much but there you have it)

Seeing as I love the Walldians and Warriors equally, I think it's fair to give the Marely side attention. How can we have a dazzling final battle with no build up, including parallels and foreshadowing in this arc? Worse comes to worse I'm sure Isayama would just add the extra chapters he needed to in order to finish the story. Let's enjoy it while it's still being published.

Isayama is trying to make us think that there aren't good sides or bad sides. And he fails. We have already seen the perspective of Marley and they are clearly the villains. Not the Eldians of Paradis. The reasons why the mainland Eldians are supposed to hate Paradis Eldians are absurd. No real life social group/ethnicity is that stupid to believe what mainland Eldians believe. Or what they do to other Eldians.

As usual with every first chapter of an SnK Volume, this chapter was kind of boring, but we did learn about the ninth titan and the family thats been in possession of it. Also, seeing all 6 of Marley's titans on the battle field at once is interesting.

I think this volume will focus on the build-up to the reveal of Amputee-Kun in the present day, whilst also showing the road to Trost from RBA's perspective, which will be awesome

The perspective change felt rushed. I wish everything about the inital time-skip to the ocean had been handled differently. We got no closure whatsoever on so many important happenings and character developments re: serumbowl and basement, and that really frustrates me. The second - 3 year - just rubbed salt in the wound. I want to enjoy the Marley arc, I really do,  but this just frustrates me a lot.

Snk? More like Attack on Game of Thrones.

I really do like the perspective of the warriors and as interesting as it is, I just can't get myself attached to the characters, and that makes it tiresome for me. At the beginning I was hopeful, but so far the only Warriors I can relate to are Pieck and Falco and even that's a thin line. I am eager to see them interacting with the main cast though!

This chapter in particular was great. There's so much subtlety in every action and foreshadowing of things to come. We got a lot of interesting info (the Tybur family, 9th titan, shifter memories, TONS of Reiner background, and Porco feels ahhhhh), and also saw how the warriors are operating under the stress that Marley is putting upon them. I especially loved the Zeke's tea meeting. Zeke's aware that they're being monitored and is able to subtely warn the others, who all get it except Porco, and Reiner then saves him from saying something dissident about the Tybur family and possibly Marley. The interactions of the characters are wonderfully done, with a lot of side glances and small details to pick up on. I think Isayama's character development and world building abilities are shining so brightly in this arc. And I can't get enough of the warriors, new or old. Overall, this is swiftly becoming one of my favorite arcs so far. Also please Isayama, stop torturing Reiner, give the poor man a break ;-; My heart can't handle anymore....

Less flashback plz

I just want to find out if Amputee-kun is Eren that's all I freaking want Isa.

I don't want to spend the entire rest of this arc with Marley, but I think it would be cool to first be reintroduced to the main cast through the new character's eyes. Of course, then we'll need to see things from the main cast's perspective again and find out what they've been up to this whole time

Love the new memes. =P thanks pieck and zeke

to be honest, i expected the 9th titan's reveal to be more epic art-wise

I think I am now more on the side of the "Warriors" than the main cast on Paradis and this thinking of mine is keeping me awake at night. I hate Isayama for this because now his "there's not bad or good side in the story" statement hit me in the face. Also fuck I have the need to hug smol RBA and know finally seeing their backstory and situation withe all the hometown and warrior thing was all I was asking for so I am loving this Marley arc but at the same time I wanna see the main cast so badly.

I want to see amputee Kuns plan.

Poor baby Armin is the god of destruction no soft boy :(

I want to learn more of Bertolt's backstory... He's my fav next to Reiner and we know next to nothing on his backstory and motivations.

There won't be an invasion of the island. The islanders will invade, instead.

Knowing each titan's function is good. But I feel isayama could have used the page more efficiently, like not drawing large, single-panel images of titans. I feel it's kinda wasteful to use up your pages that way with not so dense information given out.

Confrontation between Warriors and SC will be super interesting but I'm kind of apprehensive about actually seeing it. It can easily turn into another serumbowl since we don't have clear enemies and everything is relative.

i feel isayama is just making some poor decisions in an attempt to make reiner more likable and while the new perspective is interesting it was introduced far too late in the game

I do find this arc interesting and I would be okay with it going for a lot longer, however I'd hope for a few chapters which go back to the 104th's in between those chapters, just a little show of where they're at during all this, I miss those guys, its been nearly half a year since we had a chapter with them. I love reiner yo he needs to be protected at all costs. But i do wanna know more about berholdt and his family. Please i need some closure on my tol boy.

I can't wait to see Historia again and see what role she will play throughout the rest of the series. To be honest, I'm concerned for her because now that she is publicly known as the queen now, Marley might try to capture her if they find out. And what will Reiner do if that happens? Ymir is no longer around to protect her so now it is his turn to owe something to Ymir. I wonder if Historia will ever meet Porco, I hope she kicks his ass, I will never forgive him for ending such a beautiful relationship.

No one is talking about this but the part where Magath says something about Zeke saying unnecessary things in the meeting has me very intrigued. I wanna know what he means, I'm overall very interested in the role Magath may play in the story. Looks like he is the only one suspecting Zeke at the moment. These chapters have been interesting and I'm in no hurry to get back to most of the main cast, but I would like to see Jean again soon. And Armin.

You know, this was a pretty boring chapter, all things considered. However, I did enjoy seeing Gabi look a bit more "human" for at least a couple of minutes and hope the Falco vs. Gabi bit isn't drawn out for too long (I feel it could get tiresome after a while). Reiner's father honestly surprised me; I didn't think we'd get to see him at all/that Reiner would even be aware of who he was, and yet...we got his perspective and I could not have been happier with what we got. Poor Reiner, but considering his scheming selfish mother (who may also be pretty delusional), it seems fitting.

Pieck and chubby cheeks baby Bertl are the only good things in this depressing arc

Reading Isayama's interview about wanting to change perspective to blur the line between hero and villain made this arc less jarring to me. However, I really want to go back to the main cast. Also, the basement reveal ironically made the series less epic in my eyes. Mainly because the idea of a war

AND FINALLY

As expected of poll-chan, excellent questions!

I enjoy these polls and i have nothing else to say

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Full Name: Lillian Elise MarchandGender and Sexuality: Female / Asexual BiromanticPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: White and French American / HumanBirthplace and Birthdate: Toulouse, France / June 7thGuilty Pleasures: Baking / Cooking, ReadingPhobias: Thunderstorms, Heated Arguments ( she moreso fears these because she knows what happens during them, per her past~ )What They Would Be Famous For: Making the most amazing cakes in the world!What They Would Get Arrested For: Nothing she’s too pure for this worldOC You Ship Them With: Aisling Brotp, Andrea in a really platonic family otp.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody; she’s the pure light in the house.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery and fantasyLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: “It was all a dream” endings and when the mains get together even though they have 0 chemistry.Talents and/or Powers: Baking, playing piano, A+ studentWhy Someone Might Love Them: She’s really sweet and kind to anyone she meets, and is versatile in most situations. She also will try to help with anything she can.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She can be very reluctant to show anyone her negative feelings, wanting to look like a strong, optimistic girl all the time ( but that usually doesn’t pan out; give her a hug and she’s a ball of tears), and sometimes thinks only about her side of things in an argument.How They Change: She tries to be more open with things as you get to know her better, and tries to remember to actually look at your side of things as well.Why You Love Them: She’s my precious cinnamon roll that I can never get rid of tbh; I love her so much! Her blog is @youngbxker if you wanna check her out!

Full Name: Aisling DempseyGender and Sexuality: Female / BisexualPronouns: She/HerEthnicity/Species: White and Irish American / Ghost~Birthplace and Birthdate: Lisburn, Ireland / Sometime in Fall?Guilty Pleasures: Planting / Taking care of flowers, beating up anyone who hurts her friends.Phobias: Becoming too far gone, Never ascending / finding closure for her death.What They Would Be Famous For: She’s already famous for a few murders so Beating up every motherfucker that messes with her and her friends, while also having the best garden in history.What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder~ Probably a bit of assault, if she could actually get arrested.OC You Ship Them With: Lillian brotp, Kathleen and Mary Anna “let’s vent our feelings to each other” brott / Mary Anna “then let’s fucking wreck house afterwards to let off some steam” brotpOC Most Likely To Murder Them: How can you murder her when she’s already dead~ Andrea would kill her for how blunt she can be.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery, Horror, and Historical Fiction.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: “The boy/girl next door” romance ( partially b/c it was happening to her but then she died sooo ), and she really hates Deus Ex Machina events / endings.Talents and/or Powers: Incredible strength ( linked to how she died; specializes in crushing stuff ); the more angry she gets, the more she loses herself in her actions until it’s too late, Flight, Invisibility ( or, more like making herself visible to humans, since she’s default invisible ), learning Mind Reading ( very scary and very much a work in process ). Also her gardening and sewing skills are super good.Why Someone Might Love Them: She can be very protective of the people she cares about, and is willing to do anything to help out someone close to her heart. Also makes the occasional supernatural pun, and can steal anything you want ( for a price~ ).Why Someone Might Hate Them: She can be so blunt, and it’s all usually on purpose, because she was not raised by her mother to be like that. She also brushes off any concern for herself, and is also super timid around other ghosts / making friends with ghosts and humans alike ( bad experiences yo ). She can also fall into bouts of depressive glum, and also heated rage or emotional torment when triggered ( it’s happened less as she’s gotten older, but still... )How They Change: She slowly caters more to the other person’s feelings in a conversation and tries to control her emotions better and not kill people omg aceWhy You Love Them: My angsty ghost daughter that I wanna develop even more / write a book for b/c she has so much substance. You can follow and interact with her at @aithrianam!

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Abandon your Saints, Accept your Sins

ship: wincest ↳characters: soulless!sam and demon!dean rating: explicit ao3 link tags:  semi-public sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, church sex, underage sex, pedophilia, non-graphic rape/non-con elements, mentioned rape, wall sex, mirror sex, switching, nipple play, violence, graphic death summary: “They don't do it out of the goodness of their heart. They're not even sure if they have anything left inside of them that's good. They do it because they need to do it. Sam needs blood and Dean needs his brother. So if they have to travel around the country, slicing a few throats, they would be more than happy to. I mean, it's not any different than what they used to do. The blood spill is the same. The only thing that might have changed is the fact that there is a lot more sex.” word count: 6,669 a/n: so this is the first thing that i’ve written in a while and it is dark as fuck. seriously, heed the warnings. thoughts, comments, and opinions are always welcomed. tagging: @wetsammywinchester, @clearlylostmymind, @kittenofdoomage, @ilostmyshoe-79, @im-a-winchester-in-hell-1967, @brosinlove, @oh-jesus-sammy, @masterlynovak, @loveitsallineed (so these are pretty much the only wincest shippers I know. If you don’t or do want to be tagged, let me know.)

They decided to meet up at a bar somewhere just outside of Montana. It was a little over a week ago that they agreed to split up, take care of some business that they both had to attend to. Dean wasn’t really sure what Sam needed to clear up and Sam wasn’t sure what Dean needed to clear up and they both knew that neither one of them would find out and they were perfectly okay with that. They were grown ass adults and they could take care of things that they needed to take care of without the other following them like a lost little puppy dog.

Dean was sitting at the bar, that red shirt hanging off his body almost sinfully as he chatted up a pretty little blonde. Her name was Susie and she was going to school to be a school teacher and Dean would have totally fucked her in the bathroom if it weren’t for Sam that walked up behind him, his hands sliding down Dean’s chest, completely laying claim to him.

Susie stumbled over her feet as she rose from her bar seat, looking between the two men. “Oh… I am so sorry. I… I didn’t realize that he was… that you were…”

But Sam cut her off with one of his award winning smiles. “You’re fine, sweetheart.” His mouth was right next to Dean’s ear. “Dean likes to get me jealous by flirting with pretty girls like you. He likes how possessive I get when we get back to the motel room.”

Susie blushed even harder if that was even possible and excused herself from the boys. Dean threw Sam’s hands off his body. “Get off of me, bitch.” He grumbled and Sam laughed as he say down in the same seat that Susie was just in. It was still warm from her. “You couldn’t have just waited three minutes. She would have totally let me take her back to the bathroom.”

“It’s good to see you too, Dean.” Sam replied, signaling to the barkeep to give him the same thing that his brother was having. “I suppose you took care of what you needed to take care of?”

Dean nodded into the glass of whiskey that he rose to his lips. He wasn’t sure how long it would take the police to find the bodies and then he wasn’t sure how long it was going to take them to reconstruct their face, but at some point in the near future, in the local newspaper, a picture of Roy and Walt would appear along side with a paragraph of sympathy and the fact that they were beat beyond death.

But quite, frankly, they deserved it. It had been long enough since they shot him and his brother. Dean didn’t often hold grudges but they killed his brother and that was something that he just couldn’t allow.

“Yeah, I did what I had to do. And you? You took care of your business?”

Yeah, Sam’s business was completely different than Dean’s. He could still practically smell the perfume on his skin. Sam’s smile was the only answer that Dean needed.

Somehow they made it back to the motel room that Dean had rented for the next couple of days, Dean pressed up against the red door, Sam pressing in on him, kissing, licking, sucking on every piece of exposed skin that he could find. Dean threw his head back, moaning like some back alley whore because he was some back alley whore when it came to his brother.

Dean slipped his hand past the waistband of Sam’s jeans and groaned at the realization that Sam wasn’t wearing anything underneath those jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Shit, Dean…” Sam mumbled, dropping his head to rest against Dean’s collarbone. “Can’t wait to get inside?”

“No, I was thinking that you could just fuck me out here.” Dean replied and Sam raised his head to look at Dean but Dean was looking off the the side, that smirk set in permanent on his lips.

Sam turned his head and saw what had captured his brother’s attention. Two girls who looked like they would be a ton of fun to get alone, were standing next to their car, seemingly completely frozen as they looked at Sam and Dean pressed up against each other against that red motel door. Sam laughed. A good hearty sound that Dean would never tire of.

“You kinky son of a bitch.” Sam said, going back to attacking Dean’s neck. Those bruises that he had left last week were already starting to fade.

“Don’t act like you don’t get off on it. It feeds your superiority complex.”

“I think it’s you that gets off on it more than I do. You would love to preform in front of an entire audience if you could.” Sam pulled the keys to the room out of Dean’s pocket and fumbled, trying to get them into the door to unlock it.

Sam never stayed in one spot for long and they finally had to break away when the door opened behind Dean, making him stumble backwards. Dean was grabbing at Sam again, hands in his hair, pushing back his jacket.

The door clicked shut and Dean was suddenly spun around, his hands pinned above his head as Sam crowded up against him again.

“Someone’s a little handsy, isn’t he?” Sam taunted, his hot breath fanning across Dean’s face. He pulled back just far enough that he could see the entirety of Dean, his hands still pinned above his head. “Never gonna get tired of the shape of my mouth on your neck.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” Dean demanded and Sam was more than happy to oblige.

He yanked Dean from the door, pushing Dean backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and with another small push, Dean sat down. He was all the more willing to let Sam shove him around. At least right now. His turn would come later.

The room smelled strongly of bleach and Sam and that was a smell that was nearly like home to Dean.

Sam dropped to his knees, never breaking eye contact with Dean, couldn’t even if he tried. Chills ran up Dean’s spine as Sam roughly shoved his legs open so Sam could position himself in between them. Just where he was supposed to be. His hands landed on Dean’s thighs, running up the expanse of his legs, hovering so close to where Dean wanted him.

“I should have you doing this to me.” Sam said as he palmed Dean through his jeans. Dean had been hard ever since Sam had run his hands down him in that bar. Except Sam made no move to change positions, to have Dean on his knees for him.

Sam stood back up, hovering over Dean, the pads of his fingers spread wide on Dean’s chest and pushed him down on the bed, laying on his back. Sam climbed up on the bed, trapping Dean with his body, laying claim to his mouth once more as he pushed the red shirt off his shoulders. Dean shimmied out of it, dropping it to the ground beside them.

Then Sam was pushing Dean’s shirt up his stomach, his lips following the hem of it, sucking and biting the soft flesh there. Dean wiggled underneath Sam, wanting so much more than Sam was willing to give at the moment. Annoyed with the slow progress, Dean grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off. That earned him a strong bite to the meatiest part of his stomach. Yeah, the motherfucker was going to leave some permanent marks, not that Dean really minded to begin with.

Sam’s pauses briefly, just hovering over Dean’s exposed flesh. He was going to make Dean beg, not that Dean begging was below Dean. “Please.” Dean moaned. “Go ahead. It’s yours.”

“All mine.” Sam mimicked as a feral grunt, animalistic and hungry ripped through Sam’s chest as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s body, pulling him up towards his mouth as opposed to ducking down.

There was a gasp of surprise that escaped from Dean that turned into a low moan as his entire body turned rigid. Dean arched up off the bed even more, wrapping his leg around Sam’s waist to bring Sam down on top of him.

Dean whined. The man that had turned into a demon and didn’t take shit from anyone fucking whined as Sam continued to suck on him, his fingers playing with the other one.

“Too pretty to be beggin’.” Sam muttered as he ran his tongue in a firm circle over and over the raised bud before biting into his raw, wet, spit slippery nipple, tugging it hard, pulling it away from Dean’s body before letting it go only to do it all over again until Dean was nearing crying out.

“Fuck… Sam… Sam… oh, shit…” Dean moaned.

Sam bites on it until he’s sure that it’s got to hurt from the abuse, half bitten through and Sam can taste blood. Dean’s blood and he’ll lick it up, wanting more, wanting more of that sweet, coppery taste. Dean’s literally shaking underneath him, hands fisted in Sam’s hair as he tries to keep Sam as close to him as possible. His heart was jack-rabbiting underneath Sam’s mouth.

“Sam, please… The other one… Please…”

“You gonna come like this, Dean? Just like this? Only by me biting your nipples raw?” Sam taunted as he sucked hard on the one that he was just working on to start the whole process over on the other one.

Dean’s staring down at him, eyes wide, pupils blown with pleasure. He’s trembling, half broken sentences falling past Dean’s lips and he really could come like with. He’s done it before and it was probably one of the most beautiful things that Sam had ever laid witness too.

But he doesn’t want that now. Instead he pulls off with a wet pop, his nipples red, and swollen and raw and Dean is still a writhing mess.

When Sam looked back up Dean’s body, looking at his face, his breathing hitched, just like it always did when he saw Dean like this. He hated to admit it but Dean looked fucking irresistible when his eyes changed from candle apple green to black.

“Fuck, Dean…” Sam groaned, his voice choked off as he grabbed Dean by his shoulder and pulled him up to his feet, kissing him hard.

“Well, Sammy, I tried to keep it under control.” Dean said smirking, knowing that his black eyes were such a turn on for sweet, little, innocent Sammy. “But Sam, a man’s only got so much self control when he’s got a mouth like yours latched onto their chest. You make a man go crazy, sweetheart.”

While Dean was talking, Sam had started to kiss up Dean’s throat, the underside of his jaw and Dean worked Sam’s jacket off those shoulders of his, pulling up his shirt. Sam pulled Dean by the shoulders again, moving to position him in front of the full length mirror that was placed on the wall. Dean looked at the reflection of his brother, smiling.

“And you call me kinky.”

“Shut up.” He muttered, stepping out of his boots and jeans and then got rid of Dean’s, being sure to sure about as much nail as he could so that he would leave his wake on Dean’s strong thighs. He would mark him up as much as he could.

Sam stood back up behind Dean, resting his head on Dean’s shoulder, nipping at his ear as he wrapped his hands around Dean’s body, for the first time grabbing a hold of his hard cock. Dean’s eyes, which had gone back to their original color, flashed black again as Sam stroked him. They never broke eye contact.

Dean pushed back against Sam, feeling his erection pressing against his ass and with every stroke of Sam’s wrist, Dean pushed himself backwards, nudging at Sam’s cock.

“I need your cock, Sammy.” Dean mumbled, eye contact never faltering and Sam bit down hard into Dean’s shoulder, drawing a little bit of blood before licking at the wound that he made. There were plenty of times that Sam had tongued Dean’s wounds.

“Yeah?” Sam questioned. “You want me? You want me bare?”

“Make it hurt.” Dean answered and in response Sam slammed Dean up against that mirror, Dean’s breath fogging up the glass.

Sam spit into the palm of his hand, running his hand up and down the shaft of his cock, slicking it up just the barest bit. He held Dean open, exposing his pretty little hole as Sam pushed inside, hard and a single thrust all the way up to the base of his cock. Dean let out a small cry, half from pain and half from pleasure.

It was all too quick and so little preparation and Dean loved every second of it.

“Fuck, Dean. You’re so fucking tight around my cock.” Sam groaned into Dean’s ear, fingers digging into Dean’s hips so tight that they were going to leave bruises. His teeth settled into the flesh of his shoulder once again. “Always so fucking tight.”

Little white puffs of breaths appeared on the mirror before briefly disappearing only to reappear with every thrust of Sam’s hips.

“You know that I don’t like it when you flirt with other people. Big brother needs to be punished for that.”

Dean groaned weakly against Sam, fingers bracing against the walls, nails scraping at nothing in particular.

Sam pulled just about all the way out, going as slow as he could possibly manage before slamming back into him hard, their hips snapping together.

“Gonna wreck this pretty little hole,” Sam muttered, hands grabbing at the flesh of Dean’s ass, grabbing handfuls of it, holding him open wider. Dean was so warm and so tight and there was that delicious dragging of flesh against flesh. “Gonna make sure that you feel it tomorrow. Gonna mark you up, make you mine.”

“I’m already yours, Sammy.” Dean reminded.

“Shut up.” He punctuated with another hard thrust of his hips.

Yeah, Sam was going to make him feel it tomorrow. He was going to make him feel it the next day too and probably the next day and those marks that he was biting into his skin would be there for days which would be a bitch when he tried to pick someone up at a bar. So yeah, he wasn’t worried about not being able to feel it in the morning.

However right now all he wanted was to be touched. His cock hung in between his legs, hard and aching and all he wanted was to be touched. He needed some kind of friction on it. He needed something.

He dropped his hand from the wall and tried to slide it between his body and the mirror but Sam wrapped his fingers around Dean’s wrist, locking it in an iron grip and then pinned both of Dean’s hands above his head.

Now Dean was pressed flesh up against the mirror, trapped between glass and muscle.

“Sam…” Dean groaned and bucked back against Sam. “Please.”

“You’re not gonna touch yourself, Dean.” Sam growled in his ear, still holding his hands above his head, hips still relentless against Dean’s. “I’ve already touched you, Dean. Don’t you think that is enough?”

It was never enough and Sam knew it. He chuckled against Dean’s neck when Dean still fought against him, desperately trying to break free of his hold. He could do it. Break free. If he really wanted to except he kept up the act and never really followed through with it. There were times when Dean just wanted to be controlled by his little brother.

“Please Sammy.” Dean was reduced to begging now, his voice completely wrecked. Sweat coated both of their bodies. “Please.”

God, he just wanted to be touched.

And Sam couldn’t deny Dean when he got to this point, when he was doing nothing more than just begging for it. Pleas were coming out of his mouth about just as fast as he could say them, just as fast as Sam was pounding into him. He bucked wildly against Sam, pushing up against him and yet Sam never faltered in his pace.

“Why don’t cha beg a little more, Dean?” Sam whispered. “Beg for your little baby brother to touch you.”

“Please, Sammy. Please touch me, little brother.” He was starved for it. Starved for the feeling of Sam’s hand wrapped around him. “I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me. I fucking need it. Please.”

This time Sam didn’t deny the simple pleasure of touching his older brother. Sam wrapped his long fingers around Dean’s cock and Dean fell silent, his mouth hung open in a silent moan.

“Yeah, you like that, Dean, don’t cha? Gonna come in my hand for me, Dean? Are you gonna do that?”

God yes and so many more things.

It didn’t take long. One, two, three more passes of his fist and Dean shouted out Sam’s name as he came.

There was a pause before Sam stepped away from Dean and Dean followed him backwards, still starved for touch but Sam clicked his tongue, looking down at his hand that he had wrapped around Dean. “Now, big brother, look at the mess you made…” Faux pity laced his voice. “You know that I don’t appreciate it when you make messes.”

Dean turned around, his chest still heaving. Sam didn’t even have to say anything to Dean, being that he already wrapped his fingers around Sam’s wrist, pulling his hand towards his mouth, tongue snaking past his lips to clean Sam’s hand clean. Sam didn’t take his eyes off of Dean as he licked his own come from the palm of his hand.

“You’re such a good boy, Dean.” Sam purred. “Always willing to do as I say.” Then Sam placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and pushed him down to his knees to where he was now kneeling in front of him, Sam’s cock right in front of his mouth, hard and leaking. “Go ahead, suck. I wanna come in your mouth.”

Dean didn’t have to be told twice. He closed the short distance between his mouth and his brother, wrapping his lips around him. Sam groaned at the feeling of having Dean’s lips on him. The wet heat of his mouth was one thing that he would never grow tired of.

“Such a pretty little cock slut, aren’t you, Dean?” Sam ran a loving hand through Dean’s hair and that little motherfucker purred against Sam, making him shudder at the vibrations that were sent through his body. “Always so eager to suck your brother off, aren’t you?

A Knight of Hell was kneeling for the man without a soul. It didn’t get more poetic as that.

Dean did everything that he knew that Sam liked, running his tongue along the bottom of him, hallowing his cheeks and taking him as deep as he could. Sam had stopped running his hand through Dean’s hair, opting to grab the short strands, keeping him as close as he could.

Sam came down Dean’s throat with a loud shout, his whole body shuddering as Dean swallowed everything that Sam gave him.

Dean pulled off of Sam only when he had softened a little in his mouth and his breathing had returned to a somewhat normal pace. Dean kissed up Sam’s body, occasionally biting into the muscles until he was standing up straight again.

“You had your fun, baby brother, and now it’s mine.” Dean smirked as he pulled Sam down to his lips by his hair.

~~~

Demons and people without souls don’t sleep however it was something that their humans bodies had grown so accustomed to (and they would never admit to anyone that they liked to get tangled up in each others limbs, happy and content with each other) that they did it anyway. Got a few unneeded hours of sleep.

Sam woke Dean up, kissing him hard and needy, naked against Dean’s body. When Sam noticed that Dean was awake, he started kissing down his body, this time soft, not trying to mark him up again (that would come later) but just wanted to map out Dean’s body.

His tongue darted out past his lips and traced the dark lines of Dean’s tattoo that couldn’t prevent his blood from changing into the one thing that it was supposed to keep out before moving further down Dean’s body.

Sam brushed his lips across Dean’s thigh, his tongue snaking out to light lick a line up his inner thigh, ghosting his lips over his wet skin before finally tracing a line up his now throbbing erection.

There was no urgency between the two boys, neither of them really in a hurry to speed things up. Even though they were here on business didn’t mean that they needed to hurry up in the bedroom.

Sam closed his eyes, letting the sensations that were racing through his body take over and he sucked, one hand gripped tight on Dean’s thigh, the other on those fingerprint shaped bruises that he left behind the day before. Dean started to move in and out of Sam’s mouth, hitting the back of Sam’s throat until his eyes watered and pulled back out. Sam hummed around Dean, the vibrations thrumming through Dean, causing Dean to jerk forward, his hand tangled in his hair.

Sam moved one hand away from Dean’s body and started to jerk himself off in rhythm of Dean’s movements and it honestly didn’t take long for either boy to completely fall apart.

Dean stared up at the ceiling, feeling Sam crawl back up the bed to lay beside him, a sated smile on his face.

“Well, good morning to you.” Dean said, too blissed out to even care that he sounded like he did when he was human and Sam was so young and horny and nearly woke Dean up like this every morning.

The morning ritual wasn’t anything to make note of. They both took a shower (together. Why waste water?), Dean fucked Sam into the yellow tiles in the bathroom for good measure, then they went for breakfast, Dean got something greasy and fattening while Sam had a smoothie. Dean read off the address of where they were going and then they got into the Impala, mind set on work now and not each other.

The church loomed above them, white and pure and promising salvation to those who entered through those doors however both brothers knew otherwise. They knew where the preachers loyalty laid and it wasn’t with God.

Sam picked out one of the machetes that were laying on top of all the weapons in the trunk while Dean decided to go simple and stick with the gun that he had tucked into his waistband. Besides, it was Sam that liked to get bloody. He liked to get messy.

Their footsteps echoed off the polished floor as they stepped into the church and as they predicted, the man that they were looking for was at the front of the church, standing in front of that alter, flipping through some book. He looked up when he heard the heavy oak doors close behind the two brothers.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I’m afraid that you just missed the sermon. They’ll be another one later this afternoon if you would like to come back.” He said, his voice booming through the room, sounding more powerful than he should sound and then he looked back down at what he was flipping through.

“Actually, Father, we were looking for you.” Dean said and the Father jumped when he looked up because Dean was standing right in front of him, right in front of the alter. He had just been at the back of the church.

“For me?” The Father’s voice was a pitch higher now than it was just a moment ago. “Now, what could two gentlemen like yourselves need me for?”

“Well, you see, Sammy and I will be your personal escort to hell.” Dean replied with such nonchalance, sounding almost bored. Sam continued to walk towards them, still human just without a soul and he didn’t move as fast as Dean now could.

The Father furrowed his brow, he fumbled for something behind him. “I’m afraid I don’t understand you, son. Escort me to hell? I have a ticket upstairs to walk through those pearly gates and to sit on the right hand of God.”

Dean turned back to face Sam who was now standing next to his brother. “Do we have the wrong guy?” He asked, trying to sound like there was an honest mistake. Like they were looking for a different preacher.

Sam looked the guy up and down before answering, shaking his head. “No, this is the guy. Grade A sleaze ball who likes to take little boys behind the church pews and touch them.”

The man gasped before biting down on his jaw. “I am going to give you two once chance to leave my church.” He pointed towards the doors and yet neither brother moved. “Get out!”

“What are you going to do, Father?” Dean questioned, taking a step closer to the man who was shrinking underneath Dean’s gaze. “You gonna call the police? Go ahead. You’ll be dead before they get here.” Then Dean laughed. “Oh! I know. You’re going to condemn me and my brother to hell, aren’t you?” A beat of silence. “Well, sorry to inform you, old man, but we’ve already been.” And with that Dean smirked and his eyes turned black.

The Father gasped, whatever he was going to say suddenly caught in in throat as he realized just what was standing in his church.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. He tightened his fingers around the bottle of holy water and flung it towards Dean, the water hitting both him and Sam. And while it didn’t affect Sam, Dean hissed, his skin steaming just ever so slightly as the bless water settled on his exposed skin.

Dean snarled.

“That wasn’t very nice, old man. I thought that everyone was welcomed in the House of God. At least… that’s what you preach when your hand is shoved down the pants of someone who is a fraction of your age.”

“Your… your kind isn’t welcomed here.” He spewed.

“My kind?” Dean asked, faux concussion lacing his voice as he purposely talked in a higher pitch tone. This was always the fun part. The part when the guy realized that there was no way out, no matter what he said. Dean was just playing with his food, seeing how far they would run until their heart gave out.

“Demons.” The preacher spit. “Demons aren’t welcomed in the House of God.”

“Old man, I’m just as welcome here as you are. Hell, I’m more than welcomed. Even Lucifer downstairs doesn’t take too kindly to men who lead their ‘flock’ astray and he certainly isn’t tolerant to men to touch little boys. You’re even more evil than I am.” Dean lunged after the man, puling him into a headlock, cutting off his air supply, rendering him unable to speak. “Sammy, sweetheart, you mind getting me a chair for our next client?”

Sam, always the pliant and willing brother, grabbed the nearest chair that he could find and set it down in front of Dean who then pushed the Father to sit down in it. True and honest to god fear settled on the man’s face and he tried to get up, tried to make a run for it but Dean easily caught him, pushing him back down.

“I don’t think that I said that you could stand up. Sammy… you wanna come over here?” There was no question in his voice.

No matter how many places they went to and rid the world of true evil, the game was always the same. Sam would have his fun, he would get his craving for blood and Dean would get his craving for his brother.

With the machete hanging loose by Sam’s side, he walked towards Dean, the tip of the blade lightly scraping over the tile and he stood up tall next to Dean. Dean reached out and grabbed the back of Sam’s head, pulling him for a short kiss and the preachers eyes widen.

Brothers. He had said they were brothers, right?

“Go ahead, Sammy. Go have your fun.” Dean muttered.

Sam dropped the machete by his feet. The sound of metal on tile echoed all throughout the church as Sam walked closer to the man. Why bind someone to a chair with rope when they were literally paralyzed with fear?

He watched as Sam moved until Sam was towering over him. He braced his hands on his shoulders as Sam lowered himself into the lap of the man, straddling him in the chair. The Father kept glancing between him and Dean who was now sitting in the nearest church pew, watching just how beautiful this whole image was.

“I want to know why you did it.” Sam whispered sweetly into the preachers ear, all boy innocent. “I want to know why you wanted to take their innocence at such a young age.”

The man didn’t answer, choosing to look else where now.

Sam sighed as he grabbed his chin in between his forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look at Sam in the eyes.

“Did you do it to feel powerful?” There was a fire behind Sam’s eyes. “Did you do it because you knew that no one would ever catch you? I mean, no one would suspect that a preacher would do this to children.”

Still the preacher didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to kill you, you know.” Sam said so matter of factly and the man’s eyes widen. “So, it doesn’t really matter if you tell me now because the truth will be told and those boys will finally have some peace.”

“You… you wouldn’t kill me…” But he didn’t sound too sure. Not anymore. “You wouldn’t kill a preacher.”

“No, you’re right.” And the man sagged just a little underneath Sam in false relief. “I only kill monsters.”

He shifted under Sam, breathing suddenly labored.

“I think I know why you did it.” Sam turned to face Dean, a childish smile on his face. “I think I know why he did it, Dean.” Sam looked back at the preacher. “It’s because you liked they way they felt, huh? Because they were soft and…”

“They weren’t underaged!” The preacher suddenly blurted out. “They weren’t little boys. They were not children. They were of age. And I did it to protect them! To protect them from the sins that happen out there.” He nearly cried out, pointing to outside of the church. “These children are willing to give it up to anyone, not caring of what happens afterwards, I’m just doing it to keep them pure.”

“Oh, and that makes it so much better?” Sam asked, unable to keep himself from laughing. He wasn’t sure where Dean found these fucked up people but he was so glad to see that there were people crazier than him and his brother.

The preacher swallowed.

“But you know what, I can almost guarantee you that they didn’t beg for it. Not like I would.” Sam grabbed the preachers hand and let it rest of his mid-thigh.

The preacher licked his lips, looking down at his hand before looking back up at Sam. He seemed torn. So fucking torn and it was sad honestly. He wanted to enjoy this but he knew that it was wrong, so fucking wrong but what did he care?

“It’s okay, Father. You can touch me. You did just say that you did it to protect them. Protect me from the evils of the outside world.” Sam sounded so pretty when he begged.

But the preacher shook his head. “You can’t be… I won’t…”

Sam hadn’t realized that Dean had moved from his spot on the church pew until Sam felt the heavy weight of his hands on his shoulders.

“You’re acting like you don’t know what to do, old man. Like you’re scared to touch someone who is offering themselves to you. And let me tell you one thing, you don’t deny my brother when he offering his body.” Dean slid his hands down Sam’s body, teasing at the skin above his jeans briefly before unbuttoning his jeans to slip his hand into his underwear.

“Please…” The preacher begged. “Please don’t do this.”

Dean cupped Sam in his hand and Sam moaned, resting his head against Dean’s chest, letting Dean do what he wanted.

“You might say that you did what you did out of love but, old man, listen to him. This is what love sounds like.” Dean whispered, his voice hardly louder than Sam’s moans. The preacher tried to look everywhere but at the two boys in front of him but he couldn’t resist looking at Sam, at how beautiful he is.

Dean left him hard and wanting, pulling away when Sam leaned into him just a little bit too much and moved to stand up, buttoning himself up. He bent down and picked up the machete that laid on the ground.

“Please… I’m sorry.” The preacher begged. “Please. I won’t do it again.”

“I’m afraid that you missed the off ramp to apologize a long time ago, old man.” Dean said.

“I’m gonna cut everything that sticks out.” Sam warned and Dean smiled where he had taken seat on the church pew away, arm thrown over the back of it, looking completely happy with wait he was doing. Just watching.

“Torture.” Dean hummed, his breathtaking features turning into a highly amused smile. “I do love some good, old fashioned torture. Have at it, Sammy. Just… put on a good show, sweetheart.”

Sam ran his tongue slowly over his lips, nearly swaying as he approached the shaking man. He was now muttering prayers, begging for forgiveness, begging for Sam not to do this. Please, just don’t do this. It was wrong. It was bad. I know that but please. Let me live.

The Winchesters did not give second chances.

But he didn’t do what he said that he was going to do either. He didn’t cut off everything that stuck out. He didn’t start with the toes and then moved to the fingers. He didn’t start below the belt. Instead, Sam raised the blade over his head, bringing it down into the man’s leg. Hard. He howled at the machete became lodged into his thigh.

Sam yanked the blade from his leg, hearing another howl escape him.

The Father continued to scream as he bled and Sam panted, twisting the machete in his hand and feeling all of that pent up rage just festering beneath his skin that he kept hidden for this moment. Sam looked over at Dean, who was still just watching with his arms hanging lazily on the back of the pew. He flashed Sam a grin and Sam smiled softly back before turning back to the preacher, who was beginning to shake and whimper.

"Pathetic," Dean murmured as he cocked his head to the side. "Already going into shock," he paused. "This wasn't as exciting as I wanted it to be."

Sam didn't stop though, he waited too long for this; he raised the blade again and swung it down, this time landing in his shoulder. He wailed and shook his head violently. When Sam jerked the machete out and more blood poured to the floor around the two of them, the momentum pulled his chair forward. He landed on the floor face first, shaking and coughing, blood pouring out of him.

Sam licked his lips and wiped his forearm across his face, feeling a wetness trailing behind on his skin. Sam ground his teeth as he raised the blade above his head again, letting it tremble in the air for a long moment. It went down heavy, slicing clear through his skull and embedding itself into the floor.

The preachers cries ceased and his body went slack, leaving only Sam’s heavy pants to fill the air. Sam’s hands slipped from the handle, eyes watching it dip slightly in the air but it didn't fall.

Sam jumped when thick arms draped around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest and hot breath wafted over his throat. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about, baby boy.” He murmured and pressed a sloppy kiss against Sam’s jaw. "Real justice…"

Sam let out a thick breath and relaxed against him, his eyes watched the blood slowly stretching out over the smooth marble.

“Now…” Dean brushed his nose up Sam’s temple, making Sam’s breath hitch as he cupped a hand between his legs. "Where should we start? On the pew? How about the floor? See how long we can rut it out before the blood reaches us?"

“Dean…” Sam breathed and hunched his hips forward, aching for…everything. For him. He was so high on everything that was coursing through his body.

“Church pew it is.” Dean said, holding onto Sam as he walked backwards, settling down on the pew. Sam was clawing at him, desperate to get Dean’s clothes off. Murder always did make Sam horny.

Dean’s eyes turned black.

Then nothing else was said. It was all hands and lips and teeth as the two of them grabbed and pulled at each other, trying to rid one another of clothes, almost making it a race to see who could get the other naked the fastest.

“Take what you want, Sammy.” Dean muttered when they were both finally naked.

Sam was still stretched from that morning when Dean had fucked him yet again into the mattress for good measure (because the shower wasn’t enough. It never was) and they both groaned when Sam lowered himself on to Dean’s cock, taking it slowly until Dean was all the way seated inside Sam.

This was going to kill Dean one day. Just how dirty, filthy, wrong it was. It was surely going to kill him but he was going to relish in it every day that he could.

Sam tightened his thighs around Dean’s hips, clenching him tighter and Dean groaned.

Sam fucked himself on Dean’s cock, straddling him on that church pew as that man bleed out just a few feet away. There was still blood on Sam’s skin and it mixed with the sweat that coated Dean’s body.

“Come on, Sammy. Come for me.” Dean urged, now rocking up into Sam.

And Sam did just because Dean had asked him to do it, bucking and whimpering, signing his name like a gospel that is sung every Sunday morning. Sam was only vaguely aware of the fact that Dean had grabbed his hips tighter, digging his fingers into his hips as he came himself.

They stayed like that for a while. They stayed like that until Dean got soft and they were forced to move for fear that someone would walk in and find them (not that it would be a problem but it would just be another body that they would have to drop and goddamnit, Dean just had to get out of that church before God himself literally cast him back to hell).

They left the preacher like that, bleeding and all cut up for the choir group to find and it wouldn’t be until the boys were halfway across the country that the truth would come out about the preacher and everyone would be singing a silent hallelujah to whatever angel was watching over their children.

#wincest #mywincest #yeah #comments would be wonderful #just your thoughts and opinionson this hella dark piece