#something fucked and rude and something that they'd be *hurt* if someone said to them

[sehtoast]

sometimes I want to post stuff I've written while in the feels but I also worry about clogging the blog with irrelevant stuff

I guess I'll rant in the tags but sometimes I try to do therapeutic writing and it helps but s i g h

#sehtoast rambles #I just... I had a really good day. a really fucking good past 24 hours. but someone had to say something #something fucked and rude and something that they'd be *hurt* if someone said to them #but because it was me. because it was to a trans person who they know is insecure about said topic... it was just fine #it's always okay for people to remind us of what we lack. but if we did it back... there'd be true hell to pay #idk i just feel like dog water now. always just the most insane pain that nothing I do or become will ever be enough #that I will be alone for choosing peace #and every fucking day. somehow some way someone throws it all in my face #I just want to feel like I'm worthy of anything #but I'm so often reminded that I'm not #all i wanted was to know I made someone I care about happy #I don't even fucking want anything in return. but it was nice to think for a second the interest might have been mutual. #for even a fuckin fraction of a second #then someone completely uninvolved reminded me that I lack and the person I care for won't look past that. #and I know objectively... those aren't the person I care for's words #but it still hurts to know my happiness needed to be shot down simply because I chose to find peace with my vessel #and I should be reminded at every opportunity that my peace is nothing so long as someone can find a laugh at the expense of it #and remind me that I will never be enough

[slutboybarbie]

Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

~~~

Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

~~~

"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

#chase davenport x reader #chase davenport smut #mad chase davenport #chase davenport imagines #chase davenport fanfiction #chase davenport #lab rats elite force fanfiction #lab rats elite force #lab rats fanfiction #lab rats #lab rats smut #dom chase davenport #dom chase

[nerdpoe]

Like facing off against Cthulu, but it's really just your fears.

Part two, Part three, Part four, Ao3

Gore. Gore warning. Someone waking up in the middle of body horror being done to them. Gore gore gore. Do not interact if that is not something you want to read. I have other works under the tag phanfic that are not like this if you wanna read stuff I do.

Also elements of abuse.

I am not joking, someone wakes up in a really bad situation. Danny is shown in a...very familiar situation if you've ever been an unfortunate victim of abuse. If you cannot handle that, stay away.

~~~~~~~

Dick had been, admittedly, not paying attention. Granted he had been in a rather low-crime area, he could only imagine the kind of tongue-lashing Damian would give him.

Because typically Damian was the first to let them know when they'd fucked up.

Batman was second, but with fatherly scolding.

Alfred would scold quietly, over the course of a week, with disappointed glances and quiet sighs.

He had not been expecting the soft puncture in his shoulder, nor had he been expecting the burning pain afterwards.

The pain had only given him enough adrenaline to turn around and see two figures walking towards him, right before everything went dark.

Then he woke up.

And he really, really wished he had not.

He knew his mask was still on.

He knew his uniform was still on.

He also knew that he was not supposed to be able to feel the breeze on his fucking intestines.

He tried to move his arms, but something held them down. Same as his legs.

There was a deep, permeating ache. A pain that let him know he was in mortal danger.

It was centered on his chest.

His brain was still coming back online, and his head slowly lifted as much as he could bear and looked down.

Red.

Muscles.

Organs.

His skin, peeled back and pinned in place.

A fucking gardening shear approaching one of his ribs.

So much blood.

"Look honeybunches! It's 'waking up'!"

"Oh you! You know better than to distract me when I'm cutting, fudgecakes!"

"I'm sorry, puddin! But look at how it's got red ectoplasm!"

"It really is fascinating, these Gotham ghosts! Let's keep going!"

'No,' Dick thought hysterically, the pain beginning to cut through the tranq, 'Let's not continue, please no, don't don't don't-'

The thought was cut off by the starburst sensation of his rib being crushed, a horrific tugging sensation he could feel throughout his whole body, and then said rib was ripped out of him.

He couldn't help it.

Dick had been tortured before but fuck, this was a whole different level of fucked.

He screamed.

He screamed loud, and long, and petered off into panting sobs.

"Well now, that was rude."

"And he's been so considerate for a ghost so far! Bring out the muzzle sweetie!"

The large one came close to his head, some weird contraption in his hands, and Dick let out a keening whine. He could not let them put that thing on him, he could not-

"Mom, Dad!"

All movement stopped in the lab.

Dick felt his heart sink.

That was a kid. No kid should have to see someone being...being...

He couldn't even think it.

"Hurry, it's Phantom!"

And like that, the two mad scientists, because that was what they were, what they had to be, scrambled to grab a bunch of weapons and bolted outside of the lab.

Quiet footsteps scurried down the stairs and to his side.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have stopped them but they never listen and I...I'm going to have to stitch you up. This is going to hurt, but it's the only way you'll live."

Dick shakily turned his head to look at the kid, and oh.

Oh.

He was probably going to end up with a new brother by the end of this.

Black hair, blue eyes, bad living situation, stubbornly determined to do good.

Dick did the only thing he could do.

He shook his head.

"Nuh-no, g-get out. Ru-run."

He had to get the kid away from those lunatics, they could come back at any moment.

The kid's face adopted a stubborn look Dick was all to familiar with.

No, please, this was not the time, no Wayne-family pig-headedness, the kid had to run-

The shackled keeping his arms and legs in place released with a hiss, and he started reaching for his injury only to be stopped.

"Mr. Nightwing, sir, I have to stitch you up now or you won't survive. Please don't touch it, you'll...you'll make it worse."

Oh, Dick didn't like that sentence. It spoke of experience.

This kid was too sweet to have gone through something like what has happening to the professional vigilante, please no.

But the kid didn't waver at all.

With an experienced hand, he grabbed the medical supplies he would need and with a constant mantra of apologies, unpinned Dick's fucking skin from it's place and started piecing him back together.

Sans a rib, obviously.

"You're going to need antibiotics, immediately," the kid muttered under his breath, clearly trying to stave off a panic attack, "this is not a sterile environment. The stitches will have to come out to make sure your uniform isn't in the wound. Some of your remaining rib may need to be amputated, those were not surgical fucking gardening shears-!"

Dick had seen Jason go through enough panic attacks to know what to do.

It was difficult, but he lifted a heavy, shaking hand and rested it on the kids head.

He couldn't card his fingers through the kids hair, but that seemed to help.

The stitches did hurt, but it was a pain Dick was used to.

A pain that meant he was going to get better, eventually.

Necessary and good.

The kid cut off the thread from the last stitch and froze, cocking his head to one side.

Then, with what Dick could only assume as adrenaline fueled strength, he was bodily forced to stand.

He held in the scream, instead clutching at the kids shirt and ripping it.

He'd feel bad about that when he could think clearly.

"Mr. Nightwing, we have to get you to the fire escape, and you have to call the others to save you."

He was being pushed out of a window and found himself leaning on the railing, panting and staring down at the kid.

"I'll distract them as long as I can."

He tried to reach out, to grab the kid and take him with him, but the window shut. The blackout curtains closed.

The voices that he was sure would haunt his nightmares started shouting inside.

Dick struggled up three flights, barely making it to the roof before collapsing.

He couldn't save the kid.

Not as he was.

But his family could.

He activated his comm, which he was never turning off again, thanks, and was introduced to a cacophony of shouting.

No one knew where he'd been, why he'd gone, what had happened, did he have any idea how worried they were?

He felt a smile tugging at his lips and his body start to relax.

No.

He had to stay awake.

"We have new villains," he started, his shaky and faint voice making everyone stop talking, "They caught me off guard. Stupid. Should...should have been paying attention."

"Nightwing, keep talking. I have your location and will be arriving shortly." "I'm gonna need more than a medkit," Dick breathed, letting out a whine as he shifted position, "They fucking vivisected me. Pinned me down like a frog. Don't think I'll ever eat meat again."

"As thrilling as it is that you wish to join me in dietary practices, stay awake," Damian's clipped response did not hold any joy at the prospect.

Yeah, if this had happened to any of his other siblings Dick wouldn't be very happy either.

"They have a kid. Black hair, blue eyes, distracted them so he could do triage. The fuck kind of fifteen year old civilian knows triage?"

"Careful Dickie-bird, you're starting to sound like me."

Oh, that wasn't good. Even as mush as Dick's brain was, he could almost taste the Pit Rage in Jason's voice.

"He's still distracting them," Dick whispered, body relaxing against his will, "Can't...can't protect him. Dunno what they'll do."

There was a flash of red, and Tim was kneeling in front of him.

"Then we'll protect him," Tim said, carding a hand through Dick's hair as he took in the damage, "But first we need to get you to Alfred. Dr. Thompkins is already en route."

Dick let out a sigh, going limp against the roof.

He could hear his siblings shouting at him to stay awake, but he'd done that as well as he could.

His family would keep the kid safe.

He could rest.

~~~~~~~~

Bruce did not like seeing his children hurt.

It came with the territory of being a vigilante, but as a father he despised it.

But tortured?

No.

That was unacceptable.

And from what Dick said, there was a child in even more danger, if that was possible.

He stared through the glass as Dr. Thompkins operating on Dick's prone form.

He really had been vivisected.

The Y-shaped incision was clean cut in a way that said he hadn't been awake when it was made.

The bruises on his wrists and ankles told him that Dick's unconscious state had not stayed that way.

The careful stitches that Leslie had been forced to undo had been methodical, practiced.

But as she had said, a little off.

Like the kid knew how to do them, but from a different angle.

The sound of another dummy breaking brought him back.

He couldn't leave the kid-Daniel-with his parents.

No way in hell.

Tim had already run a search on them.

Jack and Madeline Fenton, parents to two children; Jasmine Fenton and Daniel Fenton.

Jasmine was in college, out of the abusive situation.

Her search history showed her constantly looking up affordable apartments for a college student with two rooms, but rent in Connecticut was a bit over a college students head.

It must have been killing her.

The Fenton's had moved out of Amity Park after an episode where Daniel had a psychotic break in school, and the police had started looking into his parents.

Bruce did not want to imagine what the boy had been through to warrant a psychotic break.

Nightwing's feed had showed them a scared kid who knew far too much about medical practices.

A kid who was terrified of the consequences of helping but deciding to help anyways.

There was no question about Bruce adopting him and his sister.

He would keep them away from crime-fighting.

They deserved a break from violence.

Even Damian had commented that the room next to his was ready for someone to move into.

His thoughts were cut off by Jason's feed on the Batcomputer.

"You were right," Gordon sighed, meeting Red Hood outside of the apartment in question, "We got the files from Amity Park Child Services. If you're ready to go in and make sure they don't hold their own kid hostage, we're ready to prosecute them."

"Fucking fantastic," Jason's voice growled through the helmet, the man turning to go up the fire escape.

"And should we have Mr. Bruce Wayne on speed dial, then?" Gordon drawled, making Hood pause.

"...Sure. Put the man on speed dial. Kid's adoption bait anyways."

Bruce could hear Gordon in the background getting the officers ready to arrest two new villains, ones that had already managed to capture and torture one of the city's beloved heroes.

Jason made quick work of the fire escape, soundlessly hauling himself to where Cass was waiting.

He paused, and they listened to make sure it would be safe to enter.

The feed picked up Jason moving his head to where Cass pointed out a small gap in the curtains.

The Drs Fenton had their son against a wall, a strange collar on his neck.

It looked like the kid was dissociating, no struggle present.

His shirt was torn, and on his chest...

On...his chest...

A Y-shaped scar.

One that bore the marks of poor healing, likely from previous infections.

Maddie Fenton was in her sons face, clearly threatening him.

And Cass punched through the window with her bare fist, an uncharacteristic show of rage.

From there Jason's feed was a chaotic mix of flashing lights, brief glances of Cass's bloodied hands, and finally, at the end; the sounds of the Drs Fenton screaming in pain.

And then the feed was full of Daniel.

Defiant blue eyes, panic clearly barely held at bay, shoving himself between an enraged Hood and equally angered Orphan.

"Please!" The boy shouted, keeping himself between the vigilantes and his parents even as the cops broke down the door, "Please! They...they're just sick. Please."

Bruce ground his teeth, even as Jason's footage showed his son lowing his gun and reaching out for the kid.

He was taking in Daniel.

He was giving him a better life.

And he would keep him far, far away from the violence being a vigilante would bring.

@skulld3mort-1fan @zelabee @waspsarebetterthanbeesanyways @ailithnight story prompt here

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #cassandra cain #batman #orphan #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #red robin #red hood #nightwing #dick grayson #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #damian wayne #robin #gore #gore tw #abuse tw #phanfic #internalcthulufic

[androdetective]

Basic notice: I'm aware the show isn't serious and is basically just jokes. It's just fun to psychoanalyze

Cindy as a character wasn't developed much past being Tulio's girlfriend (and/or ex 💀) Which is really unfortunate, as the show doesn't have as much developed female characters. This is really unfortunate as from what we've seen of her, she seems like an interesting character with more to bring. And even more unfortunate was that over time she was made into the "spiteful obsessive ex lover" character. From what we're aware of her, in the beginning of the second season she had a summer fling with Tulio. She took it very seriously and was head over heels. When Tulio was trying to host the news, he would be interrupted by many incoming letters for him. They were all sent from Cindy trying to get his attention. They got so invasive that he couldn't continue on with the news. Eventually she gets inside the studio and manages to talk to him. Tulio, embarrassed, by all the attention he's getting from Cindy and his friends cooing at him, tries to get her to leave and deny things that happened between them. He then says something rude to her that gets her to break up with him and leave. Tulio only did this to impress his friends, and has now realized his mistake and wants Cindy back. Later, Cindy does give him a chance to make it up to her. Initially, he fucks it up stupidly bad, but then wins her over. (Bc he remembered her cell phone number, which is insane)

The next big appearance she had was in episode 33. She arrived at the studio, saying she was upset at tulio for lying about the show being educative. Tulio again tries to win her back, this time by reenacting a play of Don Quixote. It went badly and Cindy left him. (I'm amazed by how bad Tulio is)

The last bigger appearance she had in the show was in season 4. She pretends to be a dangerous, escaped criminal who wants revenge on Tulio. She is aided by the help of the other studio members to teach Tulio a lesson. Tulio, the entire episode, is scared shitless. Until in the end, it's finally revealed to him it was actually Cindy. Cindy tells him the reason she did this was because he forgot her at a restaurant 6 YEARS AGO. and to make matters worse, a TV in the restaurant was playing a live interview Tulio was doing. In it, he said he "would never miss a chance to talk about himself" and "he had nothing important to do." After that, she reasonably held a grudge towards him. But to have such a strong grudge for six years seems depressingly desperate. She evem had pictures of Tulio she'd throw sharp objects at. Why did she hatch such a dramatic plan to get back with such a shitty guy. A guy that forgot about her for six years. We're aware that she loves people strongly, to the point of it being excessive. But to do that with such an awful partner is concerning. We don't know her background, but I do wonder if if she was given one, would it explain why she attached herself to someone so quickly? Does she not have other better people in her life? Why Tulio of all people?? At the end of it, Cindy just wants to be loved and have attention. She does it in unhealthy ways, though, and attached herself to an overall bad partner. Tulio is far from mentally healthy and has rocky relationships with everyone. He has a push and pull relationship with people in his life. This generally isn't Cindy's fault. If either were more functioning, they'd communicate their unhealthy habits and reach a mutual conclusion. But they're not that at all, so that's never gonna happen. Tulio ended up hurting Cindy, a lot. This isn't unusual with the closest people in his life, but this feels particularly egregious. I hope Cindy ends up leaving Tulio for good one day, manages to recover from him, and evolve mentally.

#31 minutos #cindy miraflores #tulio fumbling a bad bitch on live tv so fucking hard will never not be funny to me #i still want him gone though #cindy needs to move on from that stupid monkey and get with someone that treats her with respect #someone like amapo- *gets dragged away by demons *

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Okay, so for the year anniversary, I opened up comments for some non-canon bits. I said if people didn't ask for something specific, they'd probably get something weird. I ended up doing a multi-part non canonical bit, which I love very much. You can hunt through the comments in the chapter for it, or you can enjoy it here under the read-more. Hope you like it! And hey, if you want to see more in this little AU story thread, comments are still open.

Part 1:

Marius wasn’t entirely sure what direction this day had taken, but he wasn’t necessarily happy about it.

“And who exactly are you?” he said, gesturing at. . . well, there was a lot to gesture at. The insanely curling hair, and the far too pointed smile. Usually, nobody else on the Aurora was supposed to be here. Usually, people knew better than to interrupt Marius when he was– not PINING, per se, but heavily considering how to talk to Lyf in the near future, or trying to figure out where Brenn might be. He’d retaliated enough to make them form the habit.

“You can call me Michael,” the creature said, and its smile deepened. “You must be Marius.”

“Yes, now you can stop bothering me. Go find Brian or someone. He’s probably not that busy.”

Well, that wasn’t entirely correct. Brian was just being annoying and not inviting Marius to whatever secret conversations were going on. Extremely rude of him. Marius could afford to be a little petty.

Instead of responding, Michael turned his hand, and a voice started echoing from nearby.

Wait.

Wait, Marius knew that voice.

““I know you’re not here,” the far too familiar voice said from the corner of the room, just past what appeared to be a yellow door, “but you know what, Marius? It would be so good to hear your voice right now.”

Marius, as it turned out, could run very fast when prompted. And Lyf, saying something like that? He didn’t care if it was impossible. He just wanted to see Lyf. He wanted to be there, and to say anything, and to make Lyf smile again, because they sounded so tired and upset and more than a little scared. If he could be there for ANY of it, then Marius was going to take the chance.

The door was locked. The door was fucking locked, and the creature in the center of the room kept laughing.

Slowly, Marius turned back to stare at ‘Michael’, who’d come up behind him.

“Open the door.”

“They’re not really here, you know,” Michael said, almost singsong. “They were there, though. And they talked about you, baron.” It reached down and tapped his nose lightly. “Now, if you hurt them–”

“If you know where they are,” Marius said, beyond frustrated, “then let me see them.”

Michael considered. “They did want to see you,” it said, twisting its hand once again. Once more, Lyf’s voice echoed beyond the door.

“I . . . I don’t even know if you’re real or not, and I still wish I could see you again. Pathetic, maybe, but. . . you made the darkness bearable, somehow. Nobody’s done that before. And you held my hand through it all, whether it was snakes or squamous things, or outer gods rearing their heads. And I just wish. . .”

Somehow, the doorknob still wasn’t working, and neither was trying to break through the door, no matter how long and hard Marius battered at it. Stupid, really. Michael had said that Lyf wasn't inside, but. . . but for all Marius knew, Michael had lied about that, and Lyf was in there, still tired and sad and wishing for him to be there. If there was one thing that Marius had learned from those dreams, it was that he always wanted to be there when Lyf needed his help. “What the fuck do you want from me?” Marius asked Michael finally.

“I just wanted to inform you,” Michael said, with an amused look at Marius’s efforts to break down the impossible door, “that if you hurt the inspector, you will have to deal with me. And I have ways to deal with even the most. . . stubborn of creatures.”

Then, it opened the door, stepping inside before Marius could. “Now, goodbye,” it began, but–

But Marius was still fast. And Lyf had been inside this impossible door. Maybe, if he went through it, he could find Lyf on the other side, no matter where it ended up.

It was a matter of seconds to stick his foot in the doorway, dart by a startled-seeming Michael, and make his way into the corridor.

Part 2:

“What are you doing here,” Michael said from behind him.

Marius just kept walking. “You know exactly what I want here,” he said, not bothering to turn. If he turned, then he had the feeling that the corridors would only get worse. 

So, maybe entering the yellow door hadn’t been the best idea. The corridors seemed impossible, and they kept changing whenever Marius looked around, and there was nothing to say that any of this was meant to make sense at all. Quite the opposite, actually. 

But then, there were two reasons that had Marius continuing to walk forward, no matter what Michael offered. The first was that Marius happened to be very stubborn. The second, though. . . 

Michael knew Lyf. Knew Lyf well enough to have had some sort of echo of their voice on the other side of that door. There was no sign of Lyf themself so far, so Marius was assuming that it was probably some kind of recording, but if Michael knew Lyf, then that meant that Lyf was still alive, and that Michael could take Marius right to them. And Marius dearly, dearly wanted to see Lyf and know they were all right. 

“And you think you can navigate my corridors,” Michael asked, and. . . well, that was a problem, wasn’t it? Marius might not be the member of the crew with the worst sense of direction (that honor still went to Tim), but whatever this place was, it seemed to completely define mapping.

“I can try,” Marius settled on. “Lyf deserves it.”

Michael was quiet for a bit. Good. Marius could use the quiet to try to figure out which corridor to go down. There were so many twists and turns, and if he just found the right one– well. Lyf had said they’d talk once Marius was on the same planet. Marius was looking forward to it. 

“How did you meet the inspector?” Michael finally asked. 

Oh, Marius could talk about that for days. He grinned. “I was a prisoner, and they were a police inspector, and they brought me and the others lunch one day, and they didn’t even blink at our mechanisms. Mentioned their sister, I think. She’s got a mechanical arm, same as me. Hope she’s okay.”

Michael blinked. “Sister.”

“Yes, Brenn. She’s. . . I don’t even know where she is, but she’s fantastic. And Lyf. . . Lyf was the best. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but it was very, very close. I mean, they’re –”

Michael stopped walking, and after a moment, Marius stopped walking too. 

“Go through this one,” Michael said finally, and they pried the mirror out of its frame with those very, very long fingers.

“What?”

“Go through this one,” Michael said, sounding testy, “and you will be closer. I will go find my sibling, and you can try to explain yourself to your inspector. A metal arm, you said?”

“Brenn? Yes, a metal arm, and she’s got rainbow freckles, and a bunch of curly– and you’re gone.”

Marius stared at the mirror frame, considering it. It might get him where he wanted to go, true. But it also felt very, very much like doing what was expected of him, which didn’t rub against him the right way after all. 

Finally, he shrugged, and went through the mirror next to it. It’d probably be close enough, and if Michael had been lying the whole time, it only made sense to not go through the one Michael had pointed out. Trusting something that owned a place like this one just seemed like a terrible idea. 

He emerged, oddly enough, on a London street. The door had apparently come out on an alleyway, and Marius could see a park nearby. And across the street. . . across the street was a flat building that only gave him a headache. It shimmered and blinked in the corners of his vision, and it only got worse if he looked at it head-on.

“You there,” a voice said from nearby, and Marius turned to see an older woman, arms full of groceries.

“Hello?” he tried. 

“Baron von Raum, yes?” she asked, and smiled at him. “I’m Mrs. Wilton. Help me bring in my groceries, please? I think we should have a talk.”

Part 3:

Apparently, when someone like Mrs. Wilton said that they should have a talk, she meant tea. 

In theory, Marius didn’t mind tea parties. He’d participated in several over the years, whether it was one thrown by the Toy Soldier with fancy hats galore, or something smaller from Ashes where the “tea” wasn’t anything of the sort. But in practice, right now . . .

Mrs. Wilton’s flat was in the strangest building Marius had seen in a fairly long time. The outside walls had chalk markings and what looked to be colorful glints, and looking at it for any length of time left him with a headache. As he’d gotten into the flat itself, well. . . 

There were so many rainbows. Why were there so many rainbows? Was Lyf nearby, and if so, why was Marius wasting any of his time on drinking tea?

“So,” he said abruptly, putting his tea cup down. “How have we met before?”

“We haven’t,” Mrs. Wilton replied. She looked almost startled at the thought. “No, you rappelled past my window once, and one of your family members made all the right apologies.”

Marius frowned. He thought he’d remember rappelling past someone’s window like that. Sure, it was a move he’d pulled before, but. . . at a building like this one? Surely it’d have stuck in his memory. 

Unless. . . 

“When was this,” he began to ask, but Mrs. Wilton was faster. 

“Now, what exactly are your feelings towards Lyfrassir Edda?”

Well. That was unexpected. How many friends had Lyf made that they just hadn’t mentioned in the dreams? They’d mentioned an Oliver and a Gerry, and Nastya to boot, but. . . surely they’d have mentioned if they’d adopted a grandmother at some point. 

Then again, it wasn’t like Marius had told Lyf every detail of his life since they’d last seen each other in person. There had never been enough time for that sort of thing, and there were far more important things to try to say. Like explaining to Lyf that he actually liked them, or asking Lyf whether they were still single. 

“I’ve been in love with them since. . . maybe the second time I saw them?” Marius said as honestly as he could, tapping his chin. “The first time was far too short to fall in love with a person, but I definitely wanted to get to know them better. And it was within that first year of knowing them that I knew I was in love with them, but I’d definitely– right. I want to be sure they’re all right, and to make sure they know how amazing they are, and if they wanted, I’d jump at the chance of staying by their side for the rest of immortality.”

Mrs. Wilton nodded slowly. “I thought so,” she said, and took another sip of tea.

“You. You thought so.”

“Well,” she said gently, “at first I was wondering who the young ruffian Lyf was complaining about was. You didn’t make the best first impression, duck, climbing out a window like that. But they’ve talked about you long enough that I got the shape of the story. Biscuit?”

Mechanically, Marius took one. “So. So they are alive.”

“Of course,” she responded, looking a bit startled. “I messaged them when we first sat down to tea. They should be at the door any moment. But first, I wanted to tell you that if you hurt them. . .”

“If I hurt them, you’ll come after me?” Marius asked, looking her up and down. It didn’t seem the most threatening at first, but then again, he’d seen enough grandmothers in his time to not take the threat lightly. 

“I have my contacts,” Mrs. Wilton replied. She nodded to him. “And Lyf has their friends, too. I would be surprised if you did not end up getting more conversations like this one. They’ve been hurt enough.”

“Yes, they have,” Marius said softly, remembering Lyf over those dreams. The way Lyf’s face had broken into tears again and again, and the ways they kept getting hurt. “I promise, Mrs. Wilton, I’ll do my best to never be one of the things hurting them.”

“Good,” she said, standing up herself. “Because they should be at the door now.”

The door was in fact swinging open, and Marius could hear someone saying, “Mrs. Wilton? Your text was not the most precise, what did you need me for–”

And then there Lyf stood, feet away from Marius, staring at him, and Marius. . . 

Marius managed a wave, and a quiet, “Hi,” before suddenly they were hugging, and Marius didn’t even know who had started it. All he knew was that he never wanted it to end.

#the stars claim them #now we are derailed #this is NOT canon but I enjoyed it

[buildarocketboys]

My heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or black eye

Posted for the day 15 @febuwhump prompt, "Who did this to you?". Crossposted to AO3 here.

"Where the fuck is he?" Patrick said, kicking the bed frame. He grabbed his foot, cursing. That fucking hurt.

"Chill out, Patrick! He'll be here, OK?" Joe was getting pissed at him now. Which was totally unfair. Pete should be the one he was getting pissed at.

Pete had disappeared immediately after the show and he hadn't seen fit to show his face yet. They were supposed to leave an hour ago, heading south for their next show.

He wasn't worried about Pete. He'd wasted too much energy being concerned when Pete clearly didn't give a shit. Plus, at least one security guy trailed Pete everywhere he went at all times now. Mr Bigshot. Mr Tabloid Headline. And he still acted like this. Patrick was sick of it.

"Come on," said Andy. "I need to get some air."

"What, and make us even later?" Patrick knew he was acting like a jerk, and his other bandmates didn't deserve it. Unfortunately, the bandmate who did deserve to take his ire wasn't fucking here.

Joe rolled his eyes. "We won't go far. There's a corner store down the road. Let's get some snacks for the journey, at least. I'm starving."

"You have the munchies." Patrick said disapprovingly, aware that he was sounding more and more like his mom by the word. "From smoking weed."

"Whatever, Patrick, you stay here if you want," said Andy, clearly tired of his shit. Patrick felt a little chastened; Andy didn't deserve this.

"Yeah, we all know it's just the you and Pete show anyway," Joe threw over his shoulder as the two of them left the bus. "Leave without us if you want. I'm sure nobody in Indiana or wherever will notice if you replace us with two session musicians."

"Joe, that's not what I-" Patrick started to say, but Joe had already slammed the door in his face. Patrick huffed a sigh and sat on the bed to wait.

Pete probably wouldn't even bother showing his face here. He had his own bus nowadays, Mr Big and Important, too big and important to actually talk to Patrick. Not that that stopped Pete being all over him on stage every night. Pete'd probably tell the security guy, or the bus driver, and they'd pass it down the line and Patrick would only find out when they were already on the move.

Patrick growled low in the back of his throat and then punched himself, hard, in the thigh. Then he threw himself onto the bed, burying his head in the pillow, resigned to waiting. He tried to pretend that none of this was happening, that this wasn't his life now, that he and Pete were back in Chicago just having fun and playing music.

It worked for a bit. Then someone pounded at the bus door and Patrick was rudely pulled from his fantasy.

Probably Joe had forgotten his wallet or something. He yanked open the door-

-and Pete practically fell into his arms.

Patrick's first reaction was relief. His second was anger.

"Pete, what the-" and then he drew back enough to see that Pete was bleeding from the nose, another cut oozing on his lip. And there was bruising round both of his eyes "-hell?" 

He helped Pete awkwardly up the bus steps, incredibly aware of every point where they were touching. He hadn't been this close to Pete offstage in- weeks? Months? He tried not to think about it.

Eventually, they make it to the bed, Pete landing heavily and pulling Patrick down with him.

"Pete," Patrick said, dropping to his knees in front of him so he could examine the damage properly. "What happened to you?" 

Pete's lips quirked up in what was probably supposed to be a grin, but his face immediately collapsed again as he grimaced against the pain. "Me? You should see the other guy."

Patrick knew this was false bravado and he did not have time for it, not now. Whoever had done this to Pete...

"Who did this to you? Because I'm going to kill them." He would, too. In fact, he was about to head back out, find whoever had done this to Pete and rip their heads from their bodies- never mind that he was five foot four and in far worse physical shape than Pete-when Pete spoke.

"Patrick, stop."

He did. Even though it pained him. He wanted so badly to make these people pay. Not to mention, these days, whenever Pete wanted him to do something, he usually did the opposite. To spite him.

"Where're Andy and Joe?" Pete mumbled through his split lip.

"They went to the store- that doesn't matter!" Patrick said, shaking his head. He turned back to Pete. "What the hell happened, dude?" As if the epithet could hide the strain in his voice, or the fact that he still fucking cared so much, even now, even after all Pete had put him through. Even though he'd have beaten Pete up himself if he'd thought that'd do him any good. 

But he had learned long ago that fighting Pete was the same as letting him win.

"Got beat up," Pete said, like that wasn't obvious.

"But how? By who? You disappeared off after our set and you come back like this?" Patrick could feel himself getting angry again. He tried to push it down - whatever else Pete was to blame for, it wasn't his fault that he'd gotten beaten up. "Wasn't there a security guy with you?"

Pete grinned. His eyes were a little unfocused. "Gave him the slip. Fat lot of good that did me." Pete frowned down at his lap and then, without warning, great, shuddering sobs started wracking his body, each one followed by a sharp hiss of pain as Pete clutched at his ribs.

Patrick rushed to his side, perching on the bed next to him, wrapping his arm around him. "What is it? Did they crack your ribs? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

Pete shook his head. "No, I'm f-f-fine," he managed through the sobs. Patrick looked at him dubiously; he was obviously not fine.

"Come on, Pete, I really think I should call an ambulance, they messed you up pretty bad-"

"NO." Pete's voice was loud and deep and so not like him that Patrick shut up immediately. Pete winced, the effort obviously too much for him. "No ambulance," he continued, his voice strained. "If I go to hospital, people will find out, and there'll be journalists there, and it'll be a whole thing, and everyone on the internet will make fun of me and say they're glad someone finally beat me up, and-"

"OK, OK," Patrick said, because Pete was starting to hyperventilate. "No ambulance." He stroked Pete's back, big, soothing circles, like his mom used to do when Patrick was sick. "None of that would happen, though, by the way. I wouldn't let it. I wouldn't let them get in."

Pete shook his head, but his breath was calmer as he leaned into Patrick's touch.

"I'll go get the first aid kit, OK?" Patrick said. Pete leaned into him harder for a second and Patrick forgot how to breathe. Then Pete nodded.

Patrick found the first aid kit in the back lounge and got back in record time. He opened it up, looking uncomprehendingly at bandaids and bandages.

Pete wasn't looking at him. "I fucked up," Pete said, his voice full of snot and phlegm and tears. "I fucked this whole thing up, didn't I, Patrick?"

Patrick knew he wasn't just talking about tonight. He breathed deeply for a second, in and out, before grabbing an antiseptic wipe. 

"No," he said, making his voice as gentle as possible, like Pete was an animal he didn't want to spook. "You didn't fuck it all up."

Pete snorted. "Yeah, I did. You're just saying that 'cause you think you have to be nice to me, because I got beat up. But they're right, those people on the Internet." He furrowed his brow and spit out the words with undisguised self-loathing, "I deserved it."

Patrick's hand tightened on the wipe, and he had to take a second to calm himself and loosen his grip before he started to clean Pete's cuts. He focused on his motions for several long, quiet moments, just breathing in and out and cleaning Pete's cuts as gently as he could, although Pete still flinched every time. 

"No, you didn't," he said after a while, cold, clear fury running through him, no longer directed at Pete but at everyone who'd made him feel like this, feel like dirt. "Like, yeah, maybe you fucked up a few times. Big deal. I've fucked up just as much." He took a deep breath, looking Pete in the eyes, brown meeting blue, so Patrick could make sure Pete knew that he meant it. "Doesn't mean you deserve this. Or any of the shit that gets thrown at you."

He threw the wipe down in frustration. "Fuck, I'm terrible at this. Can I at least go get one of our actual first aiders?"

Pete looked at him properly then for the first time that night. He was sad, and broken, and Patrick was pretty sure he was high, but even so, there was a twinkle in his eyes. "Thanks, Patrick," he said, voice hoarse.

A ghost of a smile twitched on Patrick's lips and he leaned his head against Pete's. Then the door rattled open behind them and they jumped apart.

"Have we got some great snacks for you-" Joe was saying. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Pete. "Man, what happened?"

"I'll get the medic," Andy said.

The rest of the night was kind of a blur for Patrick. Most of it was spent watching Pete argue with their first aider about going to the emergency room.

The man was biting his lip. Patrick felt sorry for him - the most he usually had to deal with was hangovers and the odd crew injury from moving equipment. "I really think you should go to ER, Pete," he was saying for the umpteenth time that evening.

Pete didn't even answer. So Patrick answered for him.

"Does he need to go to the ER? Medically speaking? Or will he be OK if we patch him up and give him painkillers?"

"He really should-"

Patrick raised his eyebrow and the man shut his mouth.

"But he doesn't need to, I suppose. Someone will need to stay up with him though, make sure he doesn't have a concussion."

Patrick nodded. "Good. I'll do that." He tried to put on a friendlier face, although he wasn't sure it worked. "Go get some rest once you've fixed him up, it's been a long night."

The medic nodded and finished patching Pete up before leaving.

Pete smiled at him. "You're gonna be my nurse, then, Pattycakes? You know, I've got some great fantasies involving nurses..."

Patrick rolled his eyes. "Glad you're feeling better." His eyes found Joe and Andy in the room. "You guys should take Pete's bus," he said. "Get some sleep."

"No way, dude. We're staying with you."

"Yeah," Andy said. "Pete's ours.” He gripped Pete’s shoulder. “We're in this together."

Pete looked genuinely touched. "You guys..." he said.

If only I’d known you getting beat up would be the thing to bring us together, I’d have let someone do it to you years ago, Patrick thought meanly. He knew he should be glad of Andy and Joe's friendship, but he'd been hoping to get some more time alone with Pete. It had felt like they were close to something, that if they could only keep talking they'd finally be able to get out of this place they'd been trapped in.

But never mind. A night shooting the shit with the band it was. Patrick genuinely liked Andy and Joe, which was why he was mad at himself for resenting their presence so much.

But he was the one whose hand Pete was squeezing. So.

Things went back to normal the next day, pretty much. The medic declared that Pete did not have a concussion, although he should take it easy. So obviously, he'd insisted on playing tonight.

Patrick couldn't find it in himself to act disapproving. He was too thankful to have Pete there, even if he was more subdued, less talkative than usual.

Patrick didn't usually talk at gigs at all. He hated it, hated the idea of all those people looking at him and listening to the stupid shit that was bound to come out of his mouth. That was why he let Pete do the talking for him.

He realized that he'd let Pete do the talking way too much. Which explained why Pete looked over at him confused when Patrick cleared his throat into the mic before they played Saturday.

"You might have noticed," he said, not used to the way his speaking voice boomed out of the speakers, "that Pete looks a bit worse for wear today."

Scattered, nervous laughter, rumbling in the crowd. Patrick swallowed and continued.

"Some fucking assholes beat him up. They beat up my best friend-" Patrick hadn’t expected to get choked up, but he was- "and he still came out and played for you all tonight."

People cheered and clapped. There were a few whoops in the crowd.

"If I ever find out who did that to him - well, let's just say, they're gonna be hurting in the morning. That's if they wake up at all." Patrick probably shouldn't be threatening to kill people live on stage, but fuck it. He wanted people to know that he meant it. He wanted Pete to know that he meant it. He wasn't gonna stand by and let Pete take shit anymore.

The audience was hushed now, almost silent. Patrick cleared his throat and said one more thing.

"And if any of you, or your friends, or your friends' friends, think this is funny, if you go online and make jokes about Pete Wentz getting beat up, if you laugh with your friends about it - just know that I hate you. Fall Out Boy hates you, and you're not welcome at any of our shows in the future." He cleared his throat. "That's all."

The crowd was anything but quiet now, a cacophony of whispered conversations turning the stadium into an echo chamber.

Pete laughed into the mic, breaking the tension. "Well, uh, thanks for that, Patrick."

"I meant it," he said. He knew he was pushing it, ruining the vibe, but he didn't care.

Pete just shook his head at him. Patrick had expected him to look grateful, or at least fond, but he just looked dead behind the eyes again. Patrick felt tears prick at his own. "Let's just play the song, shall we?" said Pete.

Cheers from the crowd. Patrick nodded and they started playing Saturday, like they had hundreds of times before.

Patrick could feel the tension in the room, from the audience, from Pete, from his bandmates. That definitely hadn't been the smartest thing he'd ever done.

But right now, he played the song he'd written, the one he'd played hundreds of times before with his best friend in the world. And when he looked into Pete's eyes and sang, "More than an hour," it felt more like a vow than ever.

There'd be consequences later, but right now, this was all that mattered.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday15 #febuwhump2024 #peterick #fob #my writing

[annabellelupin]

I know I like just said a few days ago I was going to step back from controversial posts for a bit but something has kind of came to my attention I'd like to address

I'm going to start of with the fact that this is not a hate post so don't get all pissed off at me for this. I'm fine with people expressing there opinions maturely but if you're just going to argue like a child I will delete the replies/reblogs and block you if needed, I don't want to deal with the drama and arguing.

Sometimes I really think people forget Barty Crouch Jr played a very big role in Goblet of Fire.

He locked a man in a trunk for weeks, turned a 14 year old into a ferret (yes he totally deserved it but the man still didn't deserve to get traumatized), is one of the main reasons Cedric died (he created the portkey-), he showed kids unforgivable curses which definitely was a bit traumatic for some of them (and seemed to trigger some ptsd for Neville), helped torture Alice and Frank Longbottom (two very wonderful people) to insanity and caused Neville so much pain by doing so.

Apparently people are defending him because his dad kind of sucked. I'd like to politely point out his mother loved him so much that she traded places with him so he could get out of Azkaban. And what does he do? Oh right, he goes right back to his old ways. I mean you'd figure most reasonable people would take that as a second chance and a reason to change, but nope not him.

... And yet people defend him and push aside the fact he's done some pretty bad things. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for redemption arcs and such, but what redeemable qualities has this man ever showed? and yes I get that he wasn't always a wizard nazi, but it's mentioned in the seventh books that a group of people who become such were doing really terrible things around Hogwarts, and one harmed Mary pretty badly. Just imagine what he did to people during his time at Hogwarts. People don't become evil over night. And unlike a lot of the des out there, he didn't have an entire family supporting Voldemorts actions that drove him to do it, he did it on his own accord.

now, before anyone goes "Oh that never happened!" or "He'd never do that!" he's some proof:

I'm not even going to bother finding the parts where he scars kids for life just because he can. I think this speaks for itself.

and someone pointed out that yes, his dad was a fucking bastard but most characterss had terrible families. I can name so many other characters that went through a lot and didn't do things like this over it. the man even had the audacity to lie about doing a lot of it. yes he was young then, but even years upon years later he made no effort to change for the better. I can almost guarantee that if he would've genuinely changed, Crouch sr would not have done half of this stuff. Like do you really think most parents would willingly do that to their children? he knew if he didn't then they'd both end up getting in trouble (not saying he should've done it, just that he didn't do it for nothing, his own reputation aside he was probably worried his son would end up hurting people again).

I really don't understand how people can defend and love this character...

but whatever. idc. i dont like him but if you do then it's whatever. I'm not going to be directly rude to you if I don't like the same characters or ships as you so don't go thinking this is me being rude to people who do like him, that's not the case. I'm just explaining my thoughts on the subject.

#barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #harrypotter #harry potter #harry potter marauders #the marauders era

[lurkingteapot]

Only Friends เพื่อนต้องห้าม Ep 5

I'm finally caught up and oh, OH, this was a ride. This was very much Sand's episode, and I have a feeling when he finally does something to disappoint me he's going to devastate me … and I welcome it. He's such a well-written character so far. Feels very, very real.

Ray … it feels like he's genuinely got feelings for Sand, but he's also very much not over Mew and NOT ready to put a name to or commit to being more than fwb with Sand.

Mew kind of grew on me even more this episode, except for his inexplicable-to-me attraction to Top.

I missed Namcheuam this episode and hope to see her more next week.

Nick trying to be more like Top this episode was awful to watch, Boston seeming to react to it in a positive way was possibly worse.

Boston is the epitome of 22-y-o "I'm just telling it like I see it" and doesn't care what or who he hurts in the process. At this point I'm pretty sure the fact that Neo plays him so charmingly is his only saving grace. And the person who filmed him? probably Drake's character. Wonder whether he'll get a name eventually … which reminds me we still haven't met whoever it is Papang plays.

ANYWAY. That' the tl;dr; rambling live watch commentary below. I'm going to dive into the tag and try to see what I missed.

oh Sand, I LOVE you

new bottle design?

I love Yo, I love her so much

Sand, I'm sorry, but ชัวโมงผิเษศของไอ้เรย์ is the sweetest thing and I also take back every word I said about Sand not falling for Ray, clearly I have bad people reading skills

god Nick's e-girl look in this opening clip, I cannot

wait, does this mean next episode is Namcheuam's? everyone else has had theirs, right?

did you run out to a bakery for those croissants, Sand?

asdfasdfadsf I love them

HAHAHA NICK oh man oh man

Sand was like "… dude"

asdfasdfas Ray can't even take care of himself, wtf Nick

I can't get a read on Ray. is he trying to distract himself? is this a legitimate attempt to get over Mew? does he even know himself? idk idk

oh Nick. spite may be a great motivator, but I'm not sure this is going to work

oh fuck that's SO dangerous what are you DOING keep your eyes on the road when you bike!

YIKES

that was very VERY lucky, oh man

I love Sand and I'm really afraid that when I eventually find a flaw of his it'll be really disappointing

those helmets look like they'd do NOTHING if they faceplanted

I LOVE this, goodness

Sand, you want to be a stylist, huh

it is a very tight shirt

please don't get frisky in the CHANGING room. Boys. I know you're 22, but --

I love themmmm

Top, if you could stop it with the fucking negging that'd be grand

oh, it's the dealer (?) guy

And Mew clocked something because he doesn't just LOOK smart

Boston checking Nick out, huh

Nick's got his number but he refuses to save (or whatever the metaphor is here)

Neo's really good at looking smitten with someone, which is a shame because I'm pretty sure Boston isn't into Nick like that

Nickkk don't ask questions you don't want the answers to

Boston, you're being an asshole rn. you KNOW that's what Nick hopes for.

oh I love this shot

I love that Nick kinda detests Top while Top detests both Nick and Boston and Boston is jealous af of Mew

Sand is back and Summer just disappears. I feel sorta bad for her, but … SANDRAY

JEKD, huh? neat though. the music has The Smiths vibes

annnd Summer's given up

Aaah Blind Dining/DInner in the Dark is so cool!!

Is the staffer mad about the "glasses off same thing" comment? I think I might've been in his place.

oh that's bound to go wrong-- oop

also dudes you're being SO noisy. honestly how quiet it is here is very unlike my experience.

oh Ray, oh baby

OH it's the baseball bat rooftop

Ray, rapidly re-evaluating what's going on

oh, I love this

A mum who uses rude-familiar language with her kid, huh. We've seen it in dads, but I don't remember hearing it from many mums before.

I bet this debt collector business is going to come back and bite them in the ass, boy-who-cried-wolf style

ahahahah I LOVE Sand turning the tables on Ray like that but also I hope Ray's voice is as good as Khaotung's

oh this is so sweet

wonder if/when we'll get a "you hafta tell her, she knows!" type scene in here because I sure was thinking it

Mum is like -- yep

Okay, okay but -- Mew, your acting said you don't believe him, what's the game here??

Also "use a condom" is probably the best advice to come out of Boston's mouth so far

Top, you're making it very hard to believe you love anyone but yourself, sorry

I can't believe we're not even halfway through the show

Mew does not seem super into it and also that sofa looks very VERY uncomfortable, material-wise. Plasticky.

22yos is2g

early morning hours and booze and honesty

OH the way Sand's hand sorta twitched when Ray said that

Ray. Love. It's not your fault. Depression is insidious.

Oh no, are Nick and Boston going to interrupt AGAIN

Oh Sand :(

Bostonnnn

Sand looks like he's going to KILL Boston and he'd be right to

Boston is just. Terrible.

oooooof this is a party gone wrong for real

they were so cute and then it all went wrong

shit, Sand really is in love with him and HURT.

BABY

Sand, I don't think you should be driving

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[neurotheascars]

Re: the post about bullying people on misspellings and reading comprehension and such.

no real, I’m the person people talk about when they say dyslexia

(I have all the other ones too, dysgraphia, dyscalclia, dyspraxia too)

And so my reading comprehension and also spelling is kinda trash, not in a bad faith way but in a “I genuinely completely missed like a whole paragraph” way.

which just sucks, I’m still extremely new to the whole “writing” thing.

genuinely if you saw something from a couple years ago vs now you’d be flabbergasted at how much we’ve improved.

but I always thought it was extremely rude to bully and or be mean about people who don’t understand or read things right or write things right.

you just genuinely do not know who they are and why they do it, whenever I try to correct someone I say it kindly and give constructive feedback.

Like genuinely it’s not hard to be kind, some people are still learning, sometimes it’s someone’s second language, sometimes they use speech to text and text to speech.

it’s just such a deeply ingrained belief that anyone who misspells or misspeaks or misunderstands is dumb or stupid.

I can’t even count on my fingers how many times I’ve misheard, worded something trash, or misunderstood or misinterpreted something.

but that’s just how I am and I can’t change it, but I can change my reaction and outcome and make friendships even after fucking up.

it’s just a sad feeling that even if you have the best intentions you still fail horribly, subtext and tone are hard to parse through, so much meaning and context gets a bit screwy when you write it down.

and sometimes life is filled with mistakes and failures and there’s nothing wrong with that, I can’t know everything and I probably never will.

I love the quote

“a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.”

because yeah, I’ll never be a master at English or talking or anything.

but I can be a jack of all trades, I can try to learn and be better.

more skills even though I’m not a master at any, helps so much.

We beat ourselves up and others for things we can’t control rather than lift ourselves and others up.

that’s just my thoughts on it, I just didn’t want to add it on the main post it’s pretty unrelated to the original lol.

-pop

You are so very nice to write all this pop. Sorry I take a bit to respond. The system has been super busy.

The "trouble" that I mentioned in the tags that I got into was when I said I unfollowed someone for being rude about reading comprehension and had a complete stranger come out of nowhere and correct me like I was talking about them when I wasn't and then when I said I wasn't and was frustrated that people apparently do this enough to assume unrelated call outs about it are vagues about them, they acted like I was "rude" and like...

I'm an alter that has slammed doors hard enough to crack walls. I've said such utterly fucked things. I am trying my hardest, my best, to be nice when I'm upset. I have come so far and it hurts. I use all my energy when I do it. Tumblr is almost like a kind of language thinking therapy for me. It's a good place to practice being as polite as I can, because it's safer to fail online as opposed to IRL, where backspace and walk away are not options.

To try as hard as I did and still be called rude is... Ugh. It's just awful. Especially when it was an otherwise cool blog that said that about me. They even said on their blog separately if another alter apologized on my behalf that they'd be friends with them and just avoid me.

And that's actually trauma for me! That kind of thing seriously destabilizes my system. I've had people literally abuse my system by manipulating us like that and talking about me, calling me an asshole like I can't hear. But I get that that's just a mistake too.

It's all mistakes!

I think the world would be a better place if more mistakes were seen as harmless.

Also I vibe with the jack of all trades bit. We definitely as a system feel that.

[arispensieve]

badly written ramblepost because I fucked up my entire brain on a bad trip and I am not feeling very resilient about it.

so. good news! no longer eel at all. bad news, have accidentally turned my brain to mush and am now doing the equivalent of gently spoonfeeding it after perhaps the worst mental experience of my life!

While I think I can confidently say it was not the worst EVENT of my life (church shit, raf, losing em, pallas etc still have their place), I can't remember a time I felt worse mentally right now and it made me suicidal again in the middle which scared the shit out of me

Piper was very good about it, said she has tripsat much worse than that, and said I was incredibly polite for someone having a bad trip, which is a little bit ridiculous. Guess I've been training my whole life for this. No one is better at having non-disruptive panic attacks and then apologizing for them than I am by now. (This is probably a lie, but a lie with a grain of truth.)

Anyway she gave me a propranolol which was supposed to make me not traumatized by it (appreciated but considering how badly I'm shaking remembering it, seems to have been ineffective) and, when I begged her for something to knock me out and let me sleep through it and wake up normal, a fuckton of xanax. which also didn't do as much as I think they're supposed to do to other people, I just sat there suffering intensely until my muscles stopped holding me up and I keeled over and put my face in the security bucket I was hugging, at which point she made me lie down. I vaguely recall asking if I needed to go to the hospital, she said no. I also wanted to call my parents, though when I thought about it I realized they'd freak out, I didn't want to talk to them, and that wouldn't really help, but it was the same sense of I have made a mistake and I want out of this situation, and that's supposed to help, right. I also didn't want to talk to Piper either, and felt frustrated and panicked whenever she spoke, which made me feel like an asshole. I wanted to pretend I was somewhere else, I guess, and couldn't while she was talking.

It wasn't new, though, is the thing. It was basically a dialed up to 11 version of the same sensory overload meltdown thing that I used to get a lot more often when I was a kid, and most recently had on the way back from the eclipse. Except so much fucking worse.

But it wasn't new. I wasn't being shown the universe or anything, or having unusual thoughts that I couldn't handle. It really just reminded me of a dance in 7th grade when I lost my entire mind and had a similarly awful panic attack complete with the sense of I fucked up so bad and I want out of this situation RIGHT NOW. I hate where I am. I hate what I'm doing. I hate me. I need to leave. But I was already in one of the few places I generally feel safe, at the farm in Piper's bed. There was nowhere to go to fix the situation. And the feeling, though the same design and flavor, was so much worse than it had ever been before.

I think I said "If I die/if you kill me, does this stop", and Piper said we would pretend I didn't say that. I said sorry, but was too busy suffering to muster up much remorse. Still, I sternly told myself not to say that again, or anything else about dying, for god's sake Ari. I went back to saying "I love you, I'm not mad at you, please please stop talking" anytime she opened her mouth, which was also quite rude of me but I thought if anyone talked to me I might start screaming and never stop. Also the quiet only lasted a few minutes tops each time so I had to keep saying it.

Anyway. I lay down, as instructed, and waited for something different to happen, or hopefully to die, which upset me a bit. I asked Piper to put on Pippin very very quietly, because of its good track record for unsuicidaling me, and she graciously did so. she also at some point wrote me a bunch of notes on the paper, which did not hurt my brain the way listening did, which I appreciated.

At that point I decided to risk messaging Grace, because I thought they might be slightly comforting and I realized that I could tolerate text. Sent them a message full of typos. They told me that they loved me and I was a person and they were very happy that I visited them because they'd had a shit week, and that made me feel better enough that I could open one eye when Extraordinary started playing and make my first comment, which was you're such a whiny bitch, Pippin.

He's the clown! said Piper. I winced, but it wasn't as bad anymore, so it seemed like I might be starting to push through it. Except I couldn't actually physically move at all from the absurd amount of xanax, which was kind of scary on its own and caused its own set of problems.

(those got more or less resolved in their interesting ways that I will not be writing down here, but I do think that's what saved me 10 times more than any propranolol because it was the only fun bit in a whole bunch of hell. I owe Piper like 200 for that alone let alone the entire trip but she just thinks it's funny and is way more embarrassed about some other thing I shall not name which I couldn't care less about so I guess it evens out)

Anyway I did eventually sleep. Woke up feeling fragile as hell and terrified of everything and like I just wanted to curl up somewhere and be treated gently. Piper sort of did that, but also seemed to want to have big conversations which I did not internally handle well, but frankly she was so good about actually tripsitting me she could talk about whatever she damn well needed to.

Still feel... fragile, and afraid, and tired, a day later. I don't like that at all.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

I have a question if this is gaslighting?

TW's : parental abuse, quick SA mention, I describe my mother who might remind you of the mother from "mommy dearest", possessive and jealous partners/friends

From a very young age up until adulthood my mother and father would bring up every mistake I've ever made over and over again in conversations or arguments. I still always hear about them to this day.

Mistakes like being annoying, spilling something on my mother on accident, knocking a plate over on accident when I was v young, hitting my mother in the eye with a pencil on accident when I was v young as well, upsetting someone in a minor way on accident like not showing up when I promised someone id be there because I let depression get in the way, id oversleep, and accidentally stand a friend up - id have to apologize later. or being rude on accident or how I got something soaking wet that wasn't supposed to be in water (I was 5)...

...these instances would be blown up to me being a "horrible person" and a "bully" and "a cruel person" and "you did it on purpose" id ALWAYS hear "you did it on purpose to me" - as a child I heard that and as an adult I still hear it.

...and they'd continuously bring these things up throughout my teens and young adulthood over and over saying things to me like how I was doing it all on purpose, they'd interpret my intentions for me, my mother acted paranoid that I hated her and with every mistake she said I did everything on purpose to her, shed say I was always mean. I didn't know my motives. but my intentions I believe were not to do things on purpose I was just always being accused of that.

I've had some rare moments of acting out of anger when something would really upset me but I was always apologetic afterwards.

like for example, once i acted out of anger/extreme sadness (with someone who was previously sexually abusive to me and possessive and jealous with me but also a "friend" at the time) when they promised me they'd get me something I always needed to sooth my gender dysphoria bc my parents would NEVER let me get it, and I asked if they were sure they could promise me and they said "yes definitely I promise" and they gave me something entirely different, I lashed out of anger/sadness because they broke this huge promise they made, my gender dysphoria got worse, then I felt bad afterwards and apologized to them. I wasn't trying to be mean just to be mean, I lashed out in a mean way because I felt so goddamn hurt especially bc that "friend" and I always had issues before and I always feel like im making excuses but I know im telling the truth that the platonic relationship I had with her she was always possessive of me which caused me a lot of issues growing up. she was always jealous of my other friends which made me lose friends.

my mother was paranoid as fuck because every mistake I made, to her, was on purpose. everything I did in life was an extension of who she was. image conscious with the family image or herself. everything was about her or how things made her look or if her needs were being met, but I was exploited as a extension of my mother.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through and yes this can count as gaslighting, or manipulation. You were made to believe that your intentions were malicious and that these mistakes that you made as a child somehow reflect who you are as a person today. I can't imagine how this must've affected you and your development, especially having to endure these things many times.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist can best help you process these experiences and develop some healthy coping mechanisms that you can take with you on your healing journey.

If anyone has any other comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw sa #tw csa #tw emotional abuse

[sinnersandsaints-linwrites]

So what if the ROs were having a rough day and ended up saying something really hurtful to mc without meaning it. What would be their reactions to an MC bursting into tears and leaving the room after that? (Sorry, I love angst 😞)

it's already 2022 here so let's start it with a bang, why don't we. TW for very heavy self-hatred, dark thoughts in general

Sage immediately freezes in place, realising what they've done. Since the beginning, they knew sooner or later they'd hit where it hurts -- whether it would be intentional or not. Lashing out was something they did mindlessly, and now you ended up as a victim of it, and they hate that it makes them sick to their stomach.

They press their lips into a thin line, as their fingers grip their cane even tighter. You'd come back -- they thought, you always did -- as if the pain they caused you was a fix that you needed to survive. And if you didn't -- well, it was for the best anyway.

(if you're also involved with Ariel) Ariel sighs, loudly, and gives Sage a meaningful look. A 'I know what you're thinking and you're wrong' kind of look, that makes Sage shift uneasily in their place. Phares motions for them to follow, as they themself venture to find you. Someone has to be an adult here.

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Morgan curses under their breath, staring after you, horrified. They did not mean to hurt you, never you -- you didn't deserve to be treated like a punching bag for them just because they had a rough day. They can't help but think maybe it is for the best if they've successfully driven you away -- it will spare you both grief in the long run.

They stretch out the sleeves of their hoodie, nervously pulling at loose threads. It is for the best, they told themself. They could never give you what you deserved, anyway.

(if you're also involved with Khari) Khari shoots Morgan a scolding glare, but their expression softens as soon as they realise what's going through Amuart's head. They sigh, and pull them closer by their hoodie, and march to find you.

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Roan's mouth opens and closes in wordless apologies, as they realise -- terrified -- what they've just said. "[Name]-- My moon please--" they plead, reaching out to you as you leave, but they don't dare to follow you. You needed space, and to be away from them, they understand. However, it doesn't make the hurt in their chest go away. It only makes it worse, as it gnaws at their conscience.

A sob escapes them, as tears roll down their face. They wanted to give you the world, but all they managed to do was fail you in every way. It makes their soul rip into pieces, and they feel like they could never get close to piecing it back together.

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As soon as the words leave Khari's mouth -- they regret it. Shit, they curse in their mind, fighting the instinct to make a step towards you as they see the tears well in your eyes. It wasn't anything new of them to be rude or hurtful, but this time it was different. This time they actually hurt you, their partner, someone they vowed to protect. Their fists open and clench again, as they stare after you, still with a clouded and angry expression.

They are angry with themself, not you. They should've been able to hold their tongue, to take a deep breath and think before they spoke. They fucked up, and could only blame themselves.

(if you're also involved with Morgan) Morgan gets their attention by quite literally waving in their face. It takes a bit of back and forth between the two, before Amuart finally convinces Khari that you don't completely hate them, and this can be fixed with apologies.

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Ariel knows they crossed the line even before they see your face. "[Name] I am sorry--" they start, but your swift exit robs them of the opportunity to apologise. Their fists clench, and they wish they had something to destroy nearby. A pillar, a monster, a mirror, anything to take their mind off of the immense pain and guilt they felt right now. They couldn't even blame you if that was what would drive you away for good. And isn't it something that they wanted all along?

Oh, how they wish they've listened to their siblings and abandoned all ideas about love. Maybe it simply wasn't meant for them -- maybe they weren't capable of having it, and not destroying the person they shared it with?

(if you're also involved with Sage) Sage shakes their head in a mixture of disappointment and understanding at the same time. They know a thing or two about driving others away, and now they offer Ariel a comforting squeeze on the arm. "Do try and fix this, dear," they sigh, "I'd hate to have to choose between you two. I might set something on fire under such stress."

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As soon as Riven notices your tears, they realise what they've said and curse loudly. "Shit, no, no, no, [Name]!" Their voice rises in panic, as they attempt to follow you, only giving up after a couple of steps. A pain emanates from their chest, and breathing just becomes so much harder than it should be.

Tears shine in their eyes, as they angrily pull at their hair, nearly ripping it out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" They cry, choking on the sobs that force their way past their lips. Were they even allowed to cry, since they were the ones to hurt you? Maybe the pain they felt was what they deserved.

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Sasha's eyes widen, as the realisation sinks in. "Fuck, shit, I didn't-- [Name], fuck, I didn't mean that!" They yell after you, raising their hands in a helpless gesture, as if they were trying to grab you despite the distance. The panic sets in, and they can feel their arms trembling, as thoughts race through their mind.

This is it, they thought. I lost them, I fucked up as always and I lost them, and it's all my fault. Tears stream down their face, as they pull at their hair in frustration. For the first time in a long time, they wish they had no humanity left.

thank you for the ask! <333

#ROs asks #anon asks #if: sinners and saints #interactive fiction #ah yes #we're all crying together now

[robininthelabyrinth]

Lan zhan was trasformed into a dog during a nighthunt and now wwx has to find a solution.

He's distraugh, terrorized, but that's Lan zhan, his husband, the love of his life, he would never hurt him, but even knowing all that his mind is still irrationally screaming at him to run, that it's not safe.

And he feels stupid, his husband is the one cursed, and he can't comfort him, he's so selfish for him to need comfort right now.

Other people don't understand this, they'd ask him why is he being so difficult, why couldn't he try to behave normally.

Just people realising how hard Is for him and not using It as a comic relief would be awesome.

Maybe an external pov? Whatever you'll do will be awesome anyway <3

sequel to this fic (LWJ turned into a puppy)

“Oh, fuck off,” Jiang Cheng shouted, and Wei Wuxian, sitting on his bed and still shaking, lifted his head like a dog that just caught an enticing scent.

Probably not the best metaphor to use at the moment. Or at all, really.

Either way, Jiang Cheng was angry at someone, and that was usually a pretty good distraction from, well, just about anything. At least, it had been when they were younger, but that was because Jiang Cheng being angry was usually the prelude to Jiang Cheng doing something stupid which was, in turn, the prelude for a whole bunch of trouble.

Wei Wuxian could use some trouble to distract himself with.

Though – now that he thought about it, he couldn’t quite figure out why Jiang Cheng was doing here, in the Cloud Recesses, much less why he was angry.

He inched towards to the door to try to hear the voices, that had dropped down to a murmur.

“It’s none of your fucking business, that’s what it is,” Jiang Cheng was saying, very rudely. “How long did Hanguang-jun manage without him? He’s not dead or even injured. Temporarily inconvenienced at best.”

Wei Wuxian flinched.

Right.

They were talking about – that.

It wasn’t Lan Wangji’s fault that the water had turned him into a dog. It wasn’t even his fault for getting into it at all; he’d been against it entirely, with Wei Wuxian pushing to try it out – he’d only been indulgent as he always was, loving and cherishing Wei Wuxian too much. If anything, it could be argued that it served Wei Wuxian right for what had come out of there.

(Large and covered in shaggy fur, with wickedly large teeth to bite and strong legs to give chase, pointed snout and ears to better uncover any place he might hide -)

He’d fled, of course. Right back to the jingshi, and as he’d expected Lan Wangji had been considerate enough not to follow him – except the effects of the pool apparently took some time to wear off, and it might be days before…

He’d promised Lan Wangji every day. He hadn’t meant to break his word so quickly.

But he just couldn’t.

Obviously that was what was being discussed outside: how Wei Wuxian ought to be comforting his husband, who’d had his very humanity snatched away from him, rather than huddling inside their shared home; how it was ridiculous for him to be afraid when it wasn’t even a real dog, it was Lan Wangji, who would never harm him.

How he was just being stupid –

“It’s not stupid!” Jiang Cheng bellowed, almost as if he’d heard Wei Wuxian’s thoughts. “Are you completely brainless? Has Teacher Lan decided to give up on teaching anything useful? It doesn’t have to make sense! Fear doesn’t make sense!”

“But –” Some very brave and very unfortunate person decided to try to speak. “To have courage is to overcome your fears –”

“You’re a grown man, what do you know?” Jiang Cheng sneered. “It’s easy to speak of courage when you’re tall and strong, and hard when you’re small and weak – the injuries of childhood are the deepest and most lasting, just as memories are the most visceral when they are from the days when you didn’t know how to hold yourself separate. Do you really think the Yiling Patriarch is a coward? Do you not remember what he did for you, for all of you, at the Burial Mounds, using his own life to draw away the threat?”

Silence.

“So what if he’s afraid of dogs?” Jiang Cheng continued. “That’s his business, not yours!”

A familiar crackle – Zidian being unfurled.

“Anyone who wants to make something of it can come consult with me first!”

Footsteps, retreating rapidly, and then a very familiar tread, heading his way – Wei Wuxian pulled away from the door just moments before Jiang Cheng yanked it open, face red with irritation.

“The people here are stupid,” he told Wei Wuxian without any greeting. “I don’t know how you put up with it.”

“Habit,” Wei Wuxian said on automatic, and then pasted on a grin, though judging from Jiang Cheng’s expression he wasn’t doing a good job of it. “Anyway, aren’t you being hypocritical? You were the one who used Fairy against me…”

“That was because I was trying to torture you!” Jiang Cheng exclaimed, as if that was somehow a defense. “I wasn’t disrespecting you over it!”

…oddly enough, that did make Wei Wuxian feel better.

“Why are you here, anyway?” he asked, and Jiang Cheng shot him a look as if he was stupid. “For me?”

“Idiot,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “Of course I’m here for you. Didn’t I say I’d protect you from them?”

He’d been very small at the time. Wei Wuxian hadn’t thought he’d remembered.

“Not that you care. I ought to have adopted a dozen dogs, it would’ve served you right…”

Jiang Cheng hadn’t adopted a single dog in the entire time Wei Wuxian had been dead. Even Fairy, Jin Ling’s beloved husky, had been a gift from Jin Guangyao, not Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian abruptly felt warm.

“You’re not here to bully me into seeing Lan Zhan, are you?” he asked.

“Of course not! Like I want to spend any more time with that ice block than I need to!”

“Xichen-da-ge says he’s very adorable right now. All fuzzy pointy ears and big waving tail,” Wei Wuxian said, because he might be mortally afraid of dogs but tormenting his shidi was always the number one priority. “Like a poof ball, he says. And soft!”

Jiang Cheng visibly wavered.

“Shut up,” he said.

“You’d probably try to stick your face into his belly –”

“Hanguang-jun? Never! Not even if he was the softest, fluffiest, warmest, cutest…what was I saying?”

Wei Wuxian started giggling uncontrollably.

Yes, he thought happily: Jiang Cheng’s trouble really was the best sort of distraction.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #my fic #my fics #betterthan-2-nothing

[tastyykpop]

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Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it."  Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

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[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Tbh i come from a north african country and no one here cares who's racist/homophobic.. Ofc there are people who have strong opinions about those issues but they're so very few and the general population don't care if the person is racist or not. Because racism is never an issue that touched us as a country. You never see people protesting for black lives matter here but you do see feminist protestations, as it is an important topic here.

I think it's the same for South Korea, they don't care because for them it's just not a big deal. It's always been this way with most idols.. They don't hate black people but they just don't care about their issues.

Controversial opinion here : I believe if BTS weren't getting criticised for not talking about BLM, and if the BLM protestations weren't so big in media at that time, and if a lot of their fanbase weren't african American, they wouldn't have donated. They wouldn't have cared point blank period. There are so many issues they could speak on (I was particularly hurt by them not speaking up on Palestinians getting kicked out of their homes and bombed 24/7) but they don't. Many people also wanted them to speak up on Ukraine but they didn't. And that doesn't mean they're bad people. They're just not activists and not as woke and all about morals like armys make them to 💀.

(I'm really not hating on them when i say this, i still like them and have positive feelings about them but criticism is needed here)

Agreed 100%. Here too there are certain things that are more tolerated than others, like jokes about one's looks or weight, they're common and almost nobody thinks it's rude. I see controversy all the time about idols calling each other "pigs" and stuff and while I have personally never called anyone that and I would never do it, it doesn't shock me as it shocks and bothers other people because culturally, I'm used to it. Maybe someone else would call me problematic or try to cancel me if I ever did a fat joke. But my "people", the people in my culture wouldn't think I did anything wrong. There's no really racism here but the same as you, in January this year a woman was killed every 27 hours. That month, everyday there was a woman murdered by their male partner, their male lover, or father, or brother. So misogyny is less tolerated than body shaming, or racism, because misogyny is an actual, huge issue. And even like that, many people still make rape jokes or want "proof" of a woman being beaten or assaulted. Even as huge of an issue as it is, there's still people, women too, that don't take a definitive stance against it. If I asked around to random people what they think of cultural appropriation they would look at me and say what the fuck is that. I really have no idea how much Jungkook or BTS know about cultural appropriation or about Islam. Sometimes people do wrongful things not out of spite or disrespect or hate, just out of ignorance.

All of this is NOT to defend Jay Park and the things he's said and done. I am also in no way judging people for not liking him or not liking Jungkook for associating with him. I myself think Jungkook knows about the things he's done and said, but JK probably doesn't see anything wrong with it because it's not something that actually crosses him, culturally speaking.

It might sound naive, or like I'm uncaring too but honestly... idols or celebrities in general are not the people we should trust to be activists. I'm sure there are lots of local heroes for all of us to look up to and feel protected and acknowledged by. Feminism and LGBTQ issues matter to me a lot, but I never expected BTS to care about women or gays as much as I care, because they're not women and I don't know if they're queer. I don't think they even do anything at all for those communities tbh. Maybe they donate silently to lgbtq organizations, I don't think they'd say that, but let's say they donate, then that's great. But I can't know if they don't say it, so I'm not gonna be vouching for them as being so supportive of the lgbtq community because, as far as I know, they don't do anything.

I know, I think the same about BLM.

I don't think you're hating and I wouldn't even say it's criticism because I am not even asking anything of them, just acknowledging that they are not activists and they're very gray politics wise too, like most people in the world are tbh unless it's about things that personally hurt them, and that's just the way it is.

[phantaloon-books]

(some) Riordanverse characters (bc I never read TKC) and which Hogwarts House I think they would be in

Warning: this is a long one

Nico: the dude is definitely Gryffindor without a doubt. Like Sorting isn't about some traits and some characteristics, it's about core personality. He may have gone through some of the roughest stuff when he was 10-12, and he was resentful and bitter, but he was brave and bold af throughout everything he did. From learning about his powers, to using them relentlessly despite knowing how exhausted he is afterwards, to his willingness to do whatever is necessary to do what has to be done, because it has to be done. You can't change my mind that he's Gryffindor lol.

Grover: Do I even need to explain why he's Gryffindor? He's a satyr, and even if we're shown strong satyrs, they're not really supposed to be brave fighters. Yet he is one of the strongest, bravest nature spirits we've ever encountered in the Riordanverse, and one of the bravest in general. Like he's so passionate about doing what is good, he's a hero, and the only thing he doesn't match with common Gryffindors is that he's humble and as far from arrogant as could be possible, but it doesn't take his courage away.

Hazel: She's Gryffindor, and core personality-wise, she and Nico are very much alike. They don't ever think about themselves, like Hazel really always does what has to be done, no matter the cost, I mean she literally died preventing Gaea to rise the first time, and she freed Thanatos while believing he would take her back to the Underworld. She's brave af, and she has one of the most strong willpower we've seen in the Riordanverse. She's a passionate hero, and she's the closest thing to a real knight in shining armor.

Lester: I'm gonna place him in Gryffindor because I don't think he fits in in the other houses lmao. That said, as Apollo he's very shitty, but as Lester, he's one of the most courageous people. He's grown so much, he's so willing to actually do stuff now, and sacrifice everything to do what's right, including his life, even if he doesn't know he's gonna survive. Hell, he really went most of TTT with an incredibly painful wound that nearly turned him undead, and he cared more for the future of Camp Jupiter than his own life. Additionally, he's a bit arrogant and cocky, but he truly means well, I love Lester so much.

Clarisse: Look look, all I have to say is that no one could have pulled off less than half the stuff Clarisse has done, she's so Gryffindor it hurts. She's reckless and impulsive, but she's driven by her passion to do good, even if she's the daughter of war, and was bullied by her own father. She's daring, she's bold and she is the hero. She's also arrogant and thinks she can solve everything by herself, something characteristic more of the canon Gryffindors in the books, rather than what the fans have shaped. In fact, she's very much like Gryffindors in the books, who are actually very rude to other houses and think they're the best. Still, at heart, she's in this house.

Alex: I'm in a huge dilemma about where to put them, but I reckon they'd fit pretty fine in Gryffindor. Not only are they daring and courageous, they're proud of who they are, but not in a too full of themselves kind of way, rather in a 'I am who I am, and if you can't accept me, fuck off' kind of way. They can get carried away rather easily though, and very arrogant, thinking they don't need anyone else, when they do in fact need some company. They are one of the kindest and at the same time most ambitious characters we've met, but they are brave beyond understanding in a very personal way, thus, Gryffindor.

Percy: I think it's fair to say he'd be Hufflepuff, because loyalty is literally his fucking fatal flaw, and he is the kindest sweetheart to all those who deserve it, he goes out of his way to help those who need help, whether that be mortals, halfbloods, gods, magical creatures or even his own enemies. He's too good for this world, and even if he's grown a bit bitter, he always looks to fight justly for what is right, and never loses faith in others. That, and the fact that he turned down immortality so that the olympians were more inclusive of minor gods, and their children were treated better. He's just a lovely soul, he's like 80% Hufflepuff so that's enough for me. All that and he's stubborn as hell.

Jason: Hufflepuff. Just, undoubtedly Hufflepuff. Like he seems to be this cold and self centered hero with a superiority complex (bc of all the son of Jupiter stuff) but he's the softest guy there is. Not only is he hardworking, open minded and kind, he appreciates justice but he doesn't seek for revenge or anything, he makes sure people are treated fairly and wants everyone to be accepted. Proof of that is how he continued Percy's job of including more gods, and made sure Nico felt comfortable with who he was. He truly has a heart of gold. (He deserved better btw)

Meg: God I can't decide between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but I think I'll go with the former. She's so strong, my baby, she's faced so much wrong, but she's still so kind and understanding of others, especially those who deserve kindness. She puts up such a hard facade, but she's so patient and warm and inclusive. She's brave and strong (as strong as the big three kids, if not stronger), but she's also so loyal to her beliefs despite how she was forced someone else's beliefs for years, so I'll keep her in Hufflepuff. Also, she's stubborn af, and she can be lazy, so that settles it.

Will: I KNOW some people will say Will could be in other houses that are not Hufflepuff, BUT I won't have it any other way. Will is literally the warmest person ever. He is kind and sympathetic and enthusiastic and patient and inclusive. Like Helga Hufflepuff would take one look at him and lose her shit screaming "mine". He's the guy who saw the son of Hades so many people were scared of and immediately grabbed his hand and transfered him some warmth and didn't let him go ahead and get himself killed. He's also the one who everyone loves and likes, so much that Clarisse gets along with him and he can calm her down. He's the ideal Hufflepuff, you can't change my mind.

Magnus: I mean, what else can you expect from the son of the god of summer? He's literally a guy who heals others with warmth. He's also the guy who spent years on the street with the most difficult situations, and accepts every single person the way they are. He's inclusive af, and tolerant of everything. He's the guy who's closest include a deaf elf, a Muslim valkyrie, and a black dwarf, and he's dating a genderfluid person. Yes he's brave, and he's kinda smart, and he's ambitious, BUT none of those qualities overpower his Hufflepuff nature.

Piper: Kinda debated whether Gryffindor or Ravenclaw fits more, but in the end I went with Ravenclaw. Even though she isn't a fighter, she's very very brave, yet her bravery isn't compared to her wits. Like others in the PJOverse, she wins her fights by outsmarting her opponents, but unlike others that's one of her strongest traits. She's witty and creative and a little on the negative side, she really struggled to work in a group rather than by herself. On another note, she's able to keep calm in crazy situations and come up with the craziest most unthinkable solutions (I'm talking borderline ridiculous) that always somehow work. She's not booksmart, but she knows so much about everything, and she's lifesmart you know?

Reyna: Why are some of these so hard? Deeply debating whether she'd be Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In the end I'd go more for Ravenclaw though. Reyna's smart as hell, she's strong and sharp, and she always sees the best way out of a situation. She's witty and observant, being able to keep her cool in battle and lead others in the best direction. She's always looking to grow, and she prefers to do things on her own, but she's a great leader. She has some Slytherin qualities, and she's not learning as learning oriented as others, but she's definitely Ravenclaw.

Sam: Let's face it, Sam has the only active neurons in all of MCGA, she's definitely Ravenclaw. I'm gonna be honest though, I've only read MCGA once, so I can't remember much of their personalities, but Sam is witty and clever, pretty much the only one who can come up with competent plans, while the others rely mostly on luck and whatever plan they can cook up in 5 seconds. She's loyal and true to who she is, and she's extremely courageous and proud of who she is, but her sharpness is what she stands out for me, which is why I put her in Ravenclaw.

Annabeth: I know the obvious option is Ravenclaw, but I genuinely think she's also Slytherin. Yes she is booksmart and wise like Ravenclaw, but her personality matches Slytherins' ambitious, cunning and resourceful nature. She's smart as fuck, but she's calculative, she always finds a way to end up winning, and while she does so by outsmarting her opponents, she wouldn't need to outsmart them if she weren't so competitive. I feel like there's this 40/60 odds on Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, but it's that small difference that counts. Plus her leadership skills are so powerful that people don't ask, they just know she's the boss.

(Also just picture the sweet and loyal Hufflepuff boy with the strong and cunning Slytherin girl, like it should be as opposite as it is with Poseidon and Athena, but they're so cute)

Leo: Idk what you can expect that's not Slytherin. This boy is the embodiment of ambition and determination. Reminder that not all Slytherins are bad btw (I'm slytherin myself), but like he's life smart and cunning, and he can analyze situations faster than anyone else. He's charismatic and talented, and there's no one to stop him from triumphing. I don't have much to say, I just know he'd be in Slytherin.

Rachel: She's kinda a difficult one, and I struggle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and tbh I'm still not sure. But I think I'd place her in Slytherin, because even if she's brave af (especially since she was a mortal fighting in a war out of her power), her main trait is her determination. When she's set on something, she gets it done. You can't tell her she can't do something, because she will find a way to do it. She's kind, and she's only a mortal, but she still has incredible power unlike any other. I don't think I can really name it, but I think she'd be put on Slytherin with much difficulty from the Sorting Hat.

Luke: Where else could Luke possibly go? On the meaner side Slytherins have created themselves, Luke would be part of those misled by who preceded them, by those who want to take advantage of their mistreatment (bc let's face it, Slytherins are mistreated by both students and Hogwarts staff), and turn them cold and bitter. Luke is ambitious and manipulative, being manipulated himself, and it comes easily because of his natural charisma and talent. He's very freaking determined and cunning too. He'd fit right into Slytherin, but he'd be viewed as one of the rotten lot.

Thalia: I don't have much to say about this, but Thalia is the girl whose fatal flaw is their desire for power (or smth along those lines), just like most Slytherins. She's ambitious, she's smart, she's truly talented, she stands out between the rest, and she knows it, and she actually kinda likes it.

(Also I put Annabeth, Thalia and Luke in the same house because they're all kinda similar, even if their beliefs and postures are different.

Frank: Ngl I'm having more difficulty with Frank than anyone else. I'm kinda torn between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I literally can't choose. He'd fit perfectly in any of them lmao, I just can't decide where he'd go. You decide this one yourself.

Please keep in mind, this is my personal opinion and my take on the characters, and not all of you will agree, and that's fine! You can let me know what you think (kindly please, don't come at me), and if you want to, send me an ask on a character you want me to do the same as these (as long as it's not TKC, I'M SORRY I haven't read those) go ahead, don't be shy!

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