#sometimes i miss feeling on top of the world like that which is frightening

[jotarothekidsmissyou]

⁷/²⁹/²² ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ɴᴇᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ~! ɪᴛꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ. ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴏɴ,ꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx (ᴊᴋ..ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ಥ‿ಥ).

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴇx, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ

The final straw to any marriage is signing off your signature on divorce papers. The act alone is excruciating. Where did all that love go? The importance of wedlock is sharing life that long commitment together. Wanting to awake up next to that specific person everyday; no matter if it rained or snowed. But how come that wasn’t you? Why couldn’t you and your ex husband be able to celebrate your 50th year anniversary. Showcasing to the world that love still exists…

The day in which the divorce papers arrived was too cruel. It hurt knowing the fact he kept is word and filed for divorce. But it was for the best..Jotaro was barely home; he’s duty has a tentative husband and father fell by the waistside. The two of you tried to work things out but happiness never seemed like an option. He said it was a better and safer option if you guys got a divorce..you never knew what he meant by that..

You still kept your last name, Kujo, for Jolyne’s sake. It was set as a reminder that even though the two of you weren’t married anymore, you both remained as parents to your daughter. It was the least you could do. Regardless with all the pain, you were still in loved with him. You cared about his well-being, even though the two of you parted ways. Sometimes you stayed awake wondering if he ate or had proper rest. Just because the two of you legally were divorced didn’t mean those feelings have to dissipate. He made sure you and Jolyne lived comfortably in Florida, anything you guys needed he was able to provide. No different from when you were married to him.

Once a month he came to visit for a week. Jolyne treated his return like a celebratory occasion. Finally being able to see him instead of hearing his voice over the phone. Just like you, she missed him fondly but made peace with her parents being separated. The two of you got along effectively despite everything, saying it was best to have a mutual companionship rather than being spiteful. All for Jolyne’s best interest..right?

It was around 12 PM and you were finishing with the final details around the house. This week was one of those weeks Jotaro came to visit, and fortunately for Jolyne, she only had a half a day at school. Which was the cherry on top to a fulfilling day. Her parents “together”, good food and souvenirs all awaited her once she came home. The middle schooler had a pep in her step as she walked to the bus stop. You couldn’t help but to smile warmly at your daughter, relishing in the fact that she was happy. If she was happy you were happy, that’s all that matters, right?

Jotaro was supposed to arrive by 3pm, but by the doorbell ringing and no packages being delivered today, you knew it was him. You felt unprepared, you haven’t started making dinner, nor were you properly dressed to be in the presence of your ex. For a split second you paused like a deer in headlights questioning yourself, “Should I go answer the door?” For the second time the doorbell rang, and you immediately ran into the opposite direction where the door was. He wasn’t supposed to be here this early, nevertheless, you had to look your best. In the back of your head you felt stupid for doing this, what you already had on was appropriate. But something about being alone with your former lover frightens you. Majority of the time it was you, Jolyne and Jotaro whenever he visited, there weren’t many moments the two of you were alone. And if they did occur, the two of you would engage in small talk.

Similar to horror movies the door creaked open revealing a tall figure. At your eye level you stared at Jotaro’s chest, causing you to blush terribly once you met his gaze. 

“H-Hey,” You muttered. You think after all these years of knowing Jotaro you’d get used to speaking to him. But alas here you were, stuttering like a fool at his beauty.

“Hey..may I come in? I brought gifts,” In his right hand he held up two gift bags, ones in which Jolyne anticipated for. You moved to the side in a scurry inviting him into your home. As you turned your back to him you mentally gathered yourself, not wanting to make things more awkward.

“Sorry I haven’t started making dinner. Is there anything I could get you?” You asked, setting your eyes on the kitchen to avoid his gaze.

“I’m fine and besides I came a little early than expected,” 

“Yeah,” 

And there it was, that awkward silence. Was it going to continuously be like this until Jolyne came home?? You couldn’t bear a second longer of this. This whole ordeal wanted you to scratch out your eyeballs. You were alone with your ex whom you still had feelings for. Thus making your emotions run high.

“You know..one of these gifts are actually for you,” He said pointing at one of the gifts, breaking the silence. For the first time since he’s been in the house you had the courage to look at him. Your heart pumped hard in your chest, as you felt it in your ears. Those eyes of his were the perfect mixture of blue and green causing you to look deeper. You were like a sailor lost in sea, dehydrated, thirsting for water. How your quivering lips begged for a droplet of non salted water in the scorching heat. You felt as though you’re going to collapse, due to you neglecting your body‘s needs. That’s what it’s like whenever you looked over at him..

“Thanks I’ll open it soon,” It was one thing looking at him but it was a whole different story when you were standing next to him. You tried to not sound ungrateful, but considering how fast your heart was beating, you kept your distance. He wasn’t yours anymore..so why were feeling like this?

“Come here Y/n,” He called out to you desperately. Pretending you didn’t hear him you grabbed a knife and started cutting up vegetables. Each slice you cut it made a loud noise against the cutting board, drowning it any background noise.

“Please,” Jotaro called out once more. Repeatedly shaking your head no you bit your lower lip. All these emotions you kept sealed away were starting to unravel. You hated it. You hated how he arrived early to see you, you hated how he brought you something, you hated how he acted as though you two never gotten a divorce! But what upset you the most was..you were still madly in love with him.

 Your vision stared to blur because of the tears your eyes were gathering up. Mentally you cursed at yourself for not distracting yourself fully as you felt the knife being no longer in your grasp.

Jotaro placed his hand abdomen rubbing little circles to soothe you. Back when you two were married he would caress you like this to ease your stress. A gentle moment you both shared.

“I still love you,” You whispered with tears staining you cheeks.

“I still love you too,” He instantly replied kissing down your neck. “Let me make it up to you,”

-

Once the lock to your bedroom door was heard, you both clung on to each other. Holding the back of your head Jotaro smashed his lips hungrily to yours. Intertwining your tongue with his, neither of you fought for dominance. But rather, to savor each other with the little time you had. Out of breath, a thick string of saliva connected the both of you. As it resembled the bond forever linking the two of you as one. 

“Do you think we have enough time?” Jotaro painted, hinting at Jolyne’s early arrival.

“Yeah, we just have to make it quick,”

From the pocket of his pants he pulled out a condom. Thinking it was best to avoid little slip ups that could possibly put you both in an unexplainable predicament. However, you on the other hand thought otherwise. If you were going to have sex with him, and possibly for the last time, it had to be all or nothing.

“Im on the pill and besides I haven’t been with anyone but you,” You stated, implying for him to fuck you raw. His face softened and threw the rubber elsewhere.

“I haven’t either,” Jotaro aligned his pink tip at your entrance, opening your legs as far as they could possibly stretch. With one last kiss Jotaro entered inside you, stretching your aching walls to capacity. Your face twisted in a combination of pain and pleasure. Definitely this wasn’t your first time but it has been a while since you’ve taken his cock entirely. It burned, but it felt too good to tell him to pull out. Getting used to the feeling both of you stayed in that position, moaning in each other’s mouth, finally being reunited. Knowing your habit of squirming he pinned your hands above your head. You felt small underneath his massive body as he can do whatever he pleases with you.  However, that wasn’t the mood he was trying to set. Jotaro wanted to make love to you, an apology for all the times he’s disappointed you. 

Jotaro moved in and out, setting a slow pace. A couple of thrust in, and your thighs were already shaky, you felt every inch of him. Your cunt tightly swallowed him whole as he penetrated you balls deep. Your nipples harden against his grinding body, sending you into pure ecstasy. Jotaro didn’t change his pace, he just kept things nice and slow, while leaving love marks. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, sucking your upper neck. “You hate me don’t you?”

“I do,” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. The new position pushed him even deeper causing him to let go of your small wrist. 

“Shit,” He hissed. 

Now that he had all his strength and wasn’t multitasking, Jotaro could begin to really fuck how he wanted. The skin of slapping echoed in the room as he had you in a new position. You sat up between his legs enduring all the times he thrust his hips to yours. You bounced up and down his length whimpering at the praise he was murmuring.

“Be a good girl and look at me with those pretty eyes,” He suggested tracing his finger over your stomach bulge. 

“I’m so close~” You whined. 

“Me too,” Holding onto your hips, Jotaro quickened his pace. For the life of you, you held on, begging for him to cum inside you. And so he did. The orgasm hit you like a train. It was so intense. Jotaro cum filled you up even more causing some to drip down your thigh. After calming down from his high, Jotaro ran a bath, which he typically does whenever he’s intimate with you. You leaned back against his chest and enjoyed his company along with the warm water. Neither of you asked what this was, it was all too complicated.

“I’m so exhausted--“ Jotaro sighed before his eyes damn near popped out their sockets. 

“IMM HOMEEEE!” Blurted out Jolyne’s as she busted through the front door. 

“I’ll order a pizza,”

“And I’ll go greet her,”

#jotaro kujo #jjba #jotaro x reader #jotaro x reader smut #jjba x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #jotarosmut #jjbathirst #jjba x y/n #jjba x reader smut #jojonotsfw #jojobizarreadventuresmut #minors dni

[gwenbrightly]

(Re)Building the Future chapter 5

“She called me a monster,” Roxy says, backing away from the unconscious child. How can she justify being anywhere near Cassie after that?

“Roxy, I'm sure she didn't mean it,” Eclipse tries to comfort her. She doesn't seem to hear him.

“I mean, I know I can be a little competitive and maybe I'm moody sometimes but…” the wolf trails off. The thought of frightening a kid that badly hurts more than she'd like to admit.

“Sometimes?” Helpy repeats sardonically. A glare at the monitor he's hanging out on from Eclipse is all it takes to shut him up.

“Maybe she wasn't even talking to you. She could have been hallucinating. Those Moondrop candies are such powerful things and we did give her more than one serving size,” Eclipse suggests, frowning thoughtfully. Maybe giving Cassie the candies hadn't been such a good idea after all. One or two candies at nap time has never been a problem (for most kids, anyway). But they’ve given her way more than one or two. Probably more like one dozen. Or two. Suddenly, Eclipse finds himself wondering if they've given Cassie permanent brain damage on top of her damaged limbs… Oh Fizzy Faz, this poor kid!

“Honestly, I think you're both being over dramatic here,” Helpy announces with an eye roll. Okay, so maybe he’s being a bit harsh. But the constant panicking of everyone around him the past 24 hours has gotten old. Roxy looks like she’d like to strangle him (too bad), while Eclipse doesn’t look phased by his comment. Huh. Must be a theater thing…

“It’s not like this is the end of the world,” he continues.

“How would you know?” Roxy mutters, still offended. It does feel a little like the end of the world to her. All the Fazbear animatronics, herself included, are meant to bring joy to children, after all. Not strike fear into their hearts. Even if there has been the odd parent complaint in the past. Those are usually brought on by some Karen and her spoiled offspring not getting exactly what they want, when they want it, anyway. Oh, how she misses the days where the wrong flavor of birthday cake was their biggest worry. Everything has been so… broken lately…

“Easy. I see the bigger picture,” Helpy tells her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks. Well, more like growls, but who’s keeping track of semantics?

“Roxy, Roxy, Roxy,” He says as though talking to a confused child, “think for a minute. Where did you get those horrifyingly outdated eyes from, again?”

“… oh…” Roxy brings her good hand up to her face in horror. Of course Cassie would remember the way it’s eyes looked in her first moments of consciousness. They had probably been one of the last things she’d seen before… How could she be so stupid?

“Now you’re getting it! Yeah, you should probably find some sunglasses or something,” Helpy suggests. He’s not cruel enough to suggest she remove the eyes just yet if there’s another (possibly more entertaining) solution.

“I’m sorry, can we back up for a second, please?” Eclipse interrupts, thoroughly confused by the direction this conversation has taken. “Where did Roxy get her new eyes? Am I missing something?”

“Oh, didn’t she tell you? Roxy stole em off of It during her epic battle royale earlier. No biggie!” Helpy explains casually. He’s actually pretty impressed by the way she had ripped them clean out of their sockets, truth be told.

“Roxy, did what?!”

/////

“Can’t this car go any faster?” Gregory asks, anxiously staring out the window. Usually he’s fine with the half hour drive between his new home and the Pizzaplex. Usually there’s no reason to go anywhere near it and having a bit of space from the place they almost died (multiple times!) is a good thing. Usually-

“Gregory, I’m already driving over the speed limit,” Vanessa tells him, making a sharp turn. There’s a bump as the car goes over the curb. “If I go any faster, we’ll get pulled over for sure, which will not help our situation!”

Gregory groans in disgust. Why does Vanessa have to be a responsible adult at a time like this? Cassie needs them!

“She has a point, Superstar,” Freddy observes apologetically.

Ugh. Two responsible adults are even worse than one.

“I bet if you let me drive, we could-” Gregory starts in innocently.

“There is no way I’m doing that. I’d like to live a little longer, thank you very much,” Vanessa cuts him off. The lack of faith in his driving abilities is so unfair. She has no proof that he’d get them all killed. Roxy being maimed the last time he ‘drove’ a vehicle wasn’t even really his fault (she’d had it coming)!

“Not to mention, you are far too short to legally sit in the front seat,” Freddy adds. Bold words for a bot that was built by a company with more OSHA violations than an oil spill.

“Freddy. Vanessa. Cmon, you guys… This is an emergency!” Gregory pleads. Vanessa ignores his puppy eyes, even though she can clearly see in the rear view mirror. Freddy doesn’t seem affected by it either. Can’t they hear Cassie’s screams ringing in their ears, too? Don’t they understand the gravity of the situation?

“We want to help Cassie just as much as you do,” Freddy tells him, sensing his rising fear, “but let’s save the reckless endangerment for once we’ve arrived at the Pizzaplex.”

“I’d be good with avoiding it there, too,” Vanessa mutters. What a killjoy. She slams on the brakes to avoid going through the red light up ahead, making Gregory momentarily grateful Vanessa made sure he was wearing his seatbelt before they left (for about five seconds before remembering that he’s supposed to be annoyed with her).

The light takes forever to change back to green, and by the time it does, Gregory has begun anxiously doodling with his fingers on the window. The Fazcraft logo, a cow being abducted by aliens, Freddy in a cowboy hat, a duck with a clump of grapes, a FizzyFazz soda can, a frowny face. He’ll probably be stuck cleaning the marks off the windows later, but at least it gives him something to do besides worrying. Another frowny face. And another. Okay, maybe this isn’t working so good.

“Hey, look. It'll only be a few more minutes. Just hang in there,” Vanessa says when she notices his poor attempt to distract himself.

“Thank goodness. I’m running out of things to draw,” Gregory admits. And draws another frowny face. Because that feels easier than mentioning that every second he’s stuck in this car is another second that Cassie could be laying somewhere dying. Or dead. No- bad idea. Definitely don’t think about it like that. Giving up on his window art, Gregory stares out the window at the darkening sky for the rest of the drive. He’s out of his seat before Vanessa has even parked the car.

He races over to the entrance. It’s not looking so hot. The light of the full moon illuminates boarded up windows and scaffolding. The obnoxiously bright neon lights and signs he remembers from previous visits are all gone now. Broken glass litters the ground in more than one place. If the inside looks as bad as the outside, it’s a miracle that Cassie didn’t get taken down by tetanus long before it got to her. Freddy and Vanessa come to a stop next to him, similarly taken in by the scene.

“Well, I think I know how Cassie got in,” Vanessa muses just as Gregory is about to suggest using Freddy as a battering ram (there isn’t an obvious entry point at the moment and it’s not like it would hurt Freddy). She points a flashlight towards a child sized opening in the newspapered glass on one of the upper levels of scaffolding.

“Guess we better get climbing, then,” Gregory announces, one foot already on a ladder rung.

——

Footnote: If you have never watched a 350 pound animatronic bear try to climb construction scaffolding, you should know that it is simultaneously hilarious and painful to do so.

Freddy’s efforts are valiant, but it’s safe to say that if Fazbear Entertainment ever decides to finish repairing the Pizzaplex (which, let’s face it, they won’t), they’re going to need a whole new set of ladders, platforms, and railings. Flat surfaces? Haven’t heard of them. Dents and awkward slants are totally in now. Also, that hole in the glass has always been that size… why do you ask?

Gregory and Vanessa try to hide their entertainment at Freddy’s suffering, they really do. But in the end, they can’t help but share a moment of laughter as he clatters down the final ladder and onto the floor inside the Pizzaplex. Freddy pauses to glare at the contraption before joining them, acting as though it was placed there specifically to inconvenience him.

“Take this before we go any further,” Vanessa says, handing Gregory one of the flashlights she’d packed before they left (along with a first aid kit and several other items she thought they might end up needing). She isn’t too worried about Freddy, what with him still having Roxy’s upgraded eyes, but Gregory is already a tad accident prone without blindly stumbling through a pitch black space filled with deadly objects. She’d really appreciate it if they make it through the rest of the evening (or however long they end up stuck in this hell hole) without anyone else getting hurt and/or trapped somewhere.

Gregory waves the flashlight around like a lightsaber, nearly blinding Vanessa. She briefly considers legally changing his middle name to ‘Distractible’, but decides that it’s not worth the effort. The flashlight beam bounces off an assortment of debris, construction equipment, deactivated floor bots, cleaning supplies, and several spray paint messages left behind by previous trespassers.

“Wow…” Gregory comments, looking around the ruined lobby, “they’ve really let this place go.”

“You can say that again,” Vanessa agrees.

“They have really let this place go,” Freddy repeats, taking her literally. “I am a bit disappointed that Corporate would neglect things like this.”

“It is kinda sad,” Gregory agrees. The Pizzaplex used to be so impressive (Fazbear Entertainment had clearly put a lot of time and money into the place) and now it looks like the setting for a post apocalyptic thriller. He remembers being a little in awe the first time he saw the giant golden statue in the lobby. But now, especially after everything he’s been through, the place gives him the creeps. The things that have happened here are not worthy of any awe. Probably just anger and disgust, along with a healthy dose of fear.

“So, uh, question,” he says, not wanting to dwell on his lingering trauma, “how exactly do we get,well, anywhere in this mess?” There’s a gaping hole in the floor directly in front of them. Shipping crates and safety barriers block off another hole on the left side of the lobby.

Vanessa carefully picks her way around bits of debris and caved in flooring. It’s a shame Gregory hasn’t started watching the security footage a little bit earlier so they’d have a better idea of how Cassie had navigated this mess. Deciding the areas with the biggest holes aren’t worth exploring, Vanessa wanders towards the area that used to house the final set of turnstiles before the entry pass display. Somehow, this area has significantly less damage done to it. If you ignore the headless staffbot in the distance and the spray painted warning that says ‘Danger’. How very welcoming and not foreboding in the slightest!

“The floor seems a little more stable over this way,” Vanessa calls to the others against her better judgement.

“Time for some reckless endangerment,” Gregory announces, leading the way into what’s left of one of the gift shops.

#myfics #fnaf sb ruin #roxanne wolf #Helpy #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #five nights at Freddy’s fanfiction #fnaf security breach #fnaf vanessa #freddy fazbear #eclipse #reckless endangerment #Gregory just wants to drive

[autumnslance]

Hi! I always find your answers to writing questions enlightening, so I hope you can help me as well. I'm working on my first FFXIV fic, but English isn't my first language and I find staying true to canon characters speech pattern difficult (it's not really the English I'm used to) and I'm completely frightened by when I'll have to write Urianger. Do you have any resources or advice for that? Sorry for the weird question and thank you in advance ❤️

The language in FFXIV, in EN and as far as I know JP, is using a slightly archaic mode of speech that is even difficult for native speakers sometimes. So it's easy to feel confused and intimidated by it! Words like gaol, chirugeon, corse, swiving, and so on are are all real words that have fallen out of common use. The etymology of "gun" in the lore mirrors that of the real world (related to a queen's name). Even the Thieves Cant used by Limsa's Rogues Guild is based in reality (with some substitutions made), and can be looked up. The writers and translators are, funnily enough, language nerds. The names of various things/groups/etc usually actually mean something and aren't just made up entirely.

In universe, the reason EN Urianger talks in a version of Modern English (other translations of Urianger apparently don't go quite so archaic) is due of his childhood tendencies to self-isolate and read older books, adopting those speech patterns cuz he's a quirky nerd. Loiusoix gave that explanation in 1.x, and it's reiterated in Urianger's lorebook entry.

(Modern English starts in the late 14th century and early versions are recognizable if difficult to parse, versus Middle or Old English which are incomprehensible without study.)

Reading (or watching/listening) to Shakespearian English is a good way to get more used to Urianger's speech. Also they really are fun plays and poems; they were written for everyone to enjoy as popular entertainment, and are full of jokes and goofiness, even many of the tragedies. People think they're stuffy highbrow (they're not), and the cultural/social contexts are missing in a lot of cases anymore (the "William Shakespeare" tag on my main blog has more of that).

Writers off the top of my head to subscribe to who ship with the fortune-teller so write him often are @gunbun and @beetlebrownleaf; they've got his speech patterns and mannerisms pretty well down.

Here are some posts in my "language" tag (which I also often tag with Urianger and Midgardsormr, as he and some of the First Brood also speak a bit archaic):

Archaic Words - a short list of archaic words and their meanings.

Urianger Language Infographic - one fun way to try to learn the thy/thou/thee.

How To Thou/Thee/Thy/Thine/Ye Chart - what is says on the tin. Another handy method that may work for folks.

More Infographs - more silly pics explaining those pesky pronouns.

Discussion Thread on Modern English - random info thread from Tumblr users.

Urianger Discuss Thread - beetlebrownleaf and gunbun discussing Urianger-speak and some off-Tumblr resources they use when writing our favorite nerd.

One thing to remember about Modern/Shakespearian/Elizabethan English is "thee/thou/thy/thine" were actually informal, while "you" was formal. Like how some languages now have informal "you" versus formal "you." "Tu" versus "vous" in French, "tú" versus "usted" in Spanish, etc. And then we get into the plurals, and so on.

Which means Ye (subject)/You (object)/Your get used as both Plural and Formal.

Thou is Singular You as the Subject. Thee is Singular You as the Object. Thy is used for words starting with Consonants. Thine is used for words starting with Vowels ("H" counts).

If using "Thine", then that's when you'd use "Mine"; one of the links gives the example of "thine eyes" versus "mine eyes."

Doth = Does In fact, -eth and -th verb endings? It's just -es and -s endings.

Second person changes this up and we end up with "thou dost", "thou willt", "thou shallt".

"Ye" is actually not used for "The." That comes from an old letter no longer used in English, þ ("thorn"), that used to be the "th" sound, and as the letter fell out of use--especially in early printing--the letter "y" was substituted as a close visual equivalent but still pronounced "th". Which is why we have all those RenFaire signs.

There's more, so please check the links (especially gunbun's offsite resources) as of course there are irregular conjugations and exceptions and substitutions and special circumstances...but honestly for fanfic, just having "you" and basic verb conjugation sorted goes a long way to getting the correct "feel" of Urianger's EN speech.

In the end though: don't actually be intimidated by the language in FFXIV when it comes to writing fanfiction. Getting the NPCs to act and think in character regardless of language use is more important if aiming for authenticity. You can do your best with making the language sound close to the game's writing (avoid modern slang you don't see in game, for instance), but it's fanfic. Don't sweat it, ignore the grousing of your word doc's grammar check as needed, and it'll come easier in time with practice.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn prompts #Urianger Augurelt #Writing #Language #Words #Definitions #Fanfiction #Resources #Reference

[fullmetalscullyy]

For the AO3 wrapped, #7 & #29!

Hope you're having a lovely holiday Emma!!

thank u!!! 🥺🥺 hope u are too!!! hope the season is good to you 💖💖

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

i'm all about the ~vibe~ so i don't think i have a specific artist for this year, but if i had to name a few which popped into mind right now for what i've written this year, i would say:

paolo nutini

and i love you like a song yes, i love you and without you, i wander oh, i love youose it feels like you're everywhere sometimes it feels like you're everywhere

the 1975 (just one song in particular, u probs know the one)

there was something 'bout you that now i can't remember it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender and i miss you on a train, i miss you in the morning i never know what to think about i think about you (so don't let go)

A R I Z O N A

just e v e r y t h i n g they've ever written. for real. my top played spotify artist for the last 2 years get me <3 actual gold is sitting right there and it is DELIGHTFUL

29. Favourite line/passage you've written this year?

Hands grabbed at Ailsa’s shoulders and she gasped, letting out a frightened sound as she fought to get away. Not again. “Ailsa.” Strong hands. They squeezed her shoulders gently. Bringing her back to herself. Her body stuttered and shuddered in relief at the sound of a familiar voice. “It’s me. I’ve got you,” he whispered urgently into her ear as his grip became firmer. Tender. As he held her with everything he had. “It’s all right, I’ve got you.” Ailsa managed to tear her eyes away from the sight before her and looked up into dark eyes. Brown eyes. Dark curls. Safety. Ruaraidh cupped her cheek gently to keep her focus on him. She could pinpoint the moment relief flooded through him. His chest expanded as he let out a breath in a rush. Could tell the exact moment his joy overrode everything else in the brief panicked moment. The corners of his lips tipped upwards as his grip on her face shifted. Ruaraidh clung to her. Desperately. His forehead bowed to press against hers. For all she knew, they were the only two left in the world.

just a wee something from my og fiction i've been working this year :) feel free to follow @fateandflame if u want to see more!

ty for the ask!!! <3 ao3 wrapped

#emma writes #ask meme #roseofbattles #ask

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

MCU’s Multiverse of Madness vs. VLD

A friend streamed for me Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness today after hearing that it was similar to Voltron: Legendary Defender Season 8, but if s8 were good? So I’ve watched it, and I have thoughts. There are definite similarities, but I’m not sure these are enjoyable similarities, lol. So I’m just thinking out loud about what in the world I just watched...

(Spoilers for the MCU movie and VLD under the cut): 

Unsettling Similarities: 

A witch woman goes evil and rejects the sanctity of life because she can’t be a mom to the very children she...*checks notes*...previously rejected maternal obligations over in her own backstory (WandaVision, VLD s6), and then decides at some point off-screen that she just can’t live without them? (Did I miss something about Wanda’s character arc into depravity? I feel whiplashed after watching WandaVision?) 

It’s a Dr. Strange movie in title, but he’s not the focus in his own movie. It instead is really Wanda’s story and to some degree a totally new character, a magical teenager named America. Similarly, the all-powerful Voltron mecha takes a pretty major backseat to VLD s8 Honerva, her evil mecha, and Altean magic as the final showdown focus in VLD despite Voltron being the title character of the show.

Both shows intentionally push the limits of their rating. They both have an increased tolerance for showing melty bodies and using specific horror tropes compared to previous setup for these characters...and yet the rating is not increased to reflect that update. (For example, while other MCU PG-13 movies swivel away from showing blood or frightening/focused images of decay, it was surprising that this movie focused on Dr. Strange’s decayed body as a center point of the visuals, a monster’s eye being ripped out in a very bloody way, and Wanda consistently covered in blood from her mass murders, with scenes taking inspo from the 1986 movie Alien, which is rated R. Likewise, while VLD’s earlier seasons were not afraid to show skeletons and a couple jump scares, earlier seasons used visual direction to avoid showing an active character’s state of mutilation in death. Meanwhile, s8 just up and shows a mutilated Lotor body on top of the original, living Haggar being sucked dry of life, Mummy style in a flashback. In addition, s8 capitalizes on monsters hunting the team in classic horror-trope fashions, with later seasons in general pulling content from the ages 16+ Voltron comics and the TV-14 GoLion anime, which were rated higher than the VLD show’s rating of Y7.)

Both shows update certain characters to be women of color (a black Captain Marvel, for example), only to kill them off for shock value specifically in a way that is not supported by the worldbuilding for that character. (For example, Captain Marvel suddenly can’t survive a statue falling on her despite this character being one of the most powerful in the MCU, with god-like abilities and the power of foresight? Did I miss something about this variant version? And Allura is supposed to be dead at the end of s8 despite her own life force being connected to a limitless power source, and despite regenerating the multiverse in an area of space-time where life and death don’t even exist as concepts?) I get that beloved fictional characters die in stories sometimes, but damn. If it doesn’t even make sense for that character on top of not making sense for the story’s surrounding context, why are they being killed off? 

The men with the noodle hair (Dr. Strange, Lotor) have their bodies used as zombie puppets during a fight scene. (Which, sure, it serves a purpose in either story, but also that’s just…hm. The concept of possessing a dead body was tolerable in Men in Black (1997), but I don’t feel it works under the circumstances in these other shows. At least to VLD s8’s credit, we didn’t see a decayed Meltor actively moving around for himself or talking.)

Both Dr. Strange and Lotor are heavily criticized for their morally gray tactics used to achieve an end of peace, but then the other characters capitalize off of said tactics or even repeat said tactics themselves or agree later that it was the only way.

There are some generally pointless cameos, in reference to Professor X appearing in the MCU (how is he defeated that easily by Wanda after all the crazy stuff he’s put up with in the X-Men universe?) and Merla in VLD s8 (she goes from being Voltron franchise’s ultimate femme fatale supervillain to a loyal sidekick of the shoehorned supervillain?). Like…why even include them, then?  

That said, both shows did have some interesting visual direction. Me and my friend felt Multiverse of Madness might have been more enjoyable to watch if it were in 3D, just based on the type of the shots used to capture action. And VLD in general, while having quality issues, still did some pretty cool stuff from a visual perspective and set an animation quality precedence for future reboots of the franchise. 

But overall, I’m not...feeling this Multiverse of Madness as a positive successor for VLD’s concepts? The concept of a multiverse is ubiquitous in the science-fiction genre, with the heartbeat of both MoM and VLD s8′s worldbuilding having been previously explored in Michael Moorcock’s ~1960s stories about a multiverse that can be damaged in attempting to travel it. But both shows here feel ultimately anticlimactic in regards to that very concept (in MoM, America magically and unexplainedly obtains control to fulfill Wanda’s demands without multiverse destruction, while in VLD, Allura pulls a deus ex machina with an unprecedented and logically unsupported magical fix to undo the undo-able damage). 

I don’t at all begrudge anyone who enjoyed Multiverse of Madness or VLD; in fact, there were things I did enjoy about both. I’m just very fascinated at how both suffer from trying to squeeze life out of a story that’s been stretched beyond its limits. 

#Voltron #MCU #Multiverse of Madness #Dr. Strange #Lotor #Wanda #Scarlet Witch #Honerva #Haggar #I think MCU is really slipping tbh #just based off what I've seen lately with WandaVision and Loki and the latest blockbusters #there's some shows like Ms. Marvel that I haven't seen yet #but overall it just feels like MCU and VLD both suffer from trying to beat a dead horse #in which sometimes more isn't always better a;dsfj #I did actually appreciate the horror elements of Multiverse of Madness #But it def felt like it was pushing the limit of PG-13

[themurphyzone]

Pinky Unleashed Ch 6

AN: This chapter is finally complete! Enjoy! 

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Ch 6: Here I Am

Though Pinky was so happy and relieved to see Brain again, he tried to tone down his excitement as he approached Brain, realizing how pale and exhausted he seemed. 

The bags under Brain’s eyes were darker and heavier, like he’d used way too much eyeshadow on himself. His fur was messy, pale, and unkempt. Though Brain’s fur was shorter and didn’t need as much maintenance as Pinky’s, sometimes he forgot to brush it down when he was too busy with his plans. 

His ears were drooping, and his rose-pink eyes were wide and haunted. 

“Hi, Brain,” Pinky said quietly, trying not to scare him again. He hadn’t meant to frighten Brain. He’d been so excited to see his best friend again that he’d forgotten how different he looked at night, and that everyone saw him as scary even though he didn’t mean to be scary. Slowly, he clasped Brain’s hand between his own. “I’m sorry about chasing you earlier. I…I was just so happy to see you again. I didn’t mean to scare you, poit.”

Brain's words hurt more than the flashlight that beaned Pinky's head. 

Get away from me, you monster! Brain’s scream echoed in his ears.

Brain didn't know who he was at the time, but it still hurt so much. 

Pinky didn't want to focus on those achy-breaky feelings though. He'd be okay as long as Brain recognized him. 

"I mean, I don't know how you knew I was in Rome, but everything's turned all spooky and not in the fun Halloween sort of spooky, so it doesn't really matter to me how you figured out I was here, but I'll be okay since you're here now a-and-" 

Two small arms wrapped around his torso, cutting off his rambling and squeezing him in a tight hug, trapping Pinky's arms against his sides. 

"You idiot," Brain growled, trying to sound annoyed but unable to mask the tremble in his voice. "Don't ever scare me like that again, or I shall be forced to hurt you." 

In a world that had suddenly become more topsy-turvy than the Feast of Fools, Pinky had never been happier to hear such a familiar threat. 

Brain's ears were limp against his back, his face buried into Pinky's fur, which was slowly turning dark and damp from Brain's tears. 

Pinky freed his hands, and Brain clung to him tighter than before. After taking a moment to make sure his sharp claws weren't there, Pinky cupped Brain's cheek with one hand and gently stroked the top of Brain's large head with the other. 

Brain made a grumpy, muffled noise, but kept his face hidden against Pinky's chest. Slowly, the tension leaked out of his shoulders, and his tight grip on Pinky relaxed. His shaky breaths evened out, and he finally tilted his head upwards to look into Pinky's face. 

Brain's eyes were tinged red around the edges, and though his tears had mostly dried up now, a glossy sheen remained. 

"The last forty-eight hours have been chaotic for both of us, I'm sure," Brain admitted. "As much as I don't want to delay my search, a short break to compare notes on everything that's happened so far might be for the best." 

"Egad, notes?" Pinky yelped. Nobody ever told him he was supposed to take notes! Pinky patted himself down for his cheese themed notebook, only to remember that he left it back in the lab. "Was I supposed to be taking notes for class? It completely slipped my mind, Brain! You've gotta let me borrow yours, oh please? Pretty please, with cherries and rainbow sprinkles on top?" 

Brain sharply tugged on Pinky’s nose, and Pinky laughed as the familiar gesture sent tingles throughout his body. He really missed the bopping, tugging, and yanking! 

He was happy that some things didn’t change, even if the rest of the world did. 

“Your inanity is truly refreshing, Pinky,” Brain sighed. 

Pinky grinned. “Awww, thanks, Brain! I try my best! Narf!” 

Brain pulled away from Pinky, gesturing for him to follow behind as they trekked back to the plaza from the alleyways. There was a lump in Pinky’s throat as they passed by the broken fence he’d accidentally destroyed while chasing Brain. He tried not to think about how he was only trying to fit through the small hole Brain had used, only to accidentally destroy the fence because he forgot how big he’d been. 

So he focused on keeping Brain in his sight so they didn’t ever get separated again. It didn’t matter how many times they were separated, whether by choice or force, but Pinky always felt lost and alone when it happened. 

Brain was walking a little funny though, swaying from side to side and leaning on any object he could. He nearly stumbled on the pavement several times before catching himself. Though Brain always tried not to draw attention to it, Pinky noticed every single time. 

Sometimes Brain did this when he spent too much time on his plans and not enough time taking care of himself. 

“Brain, when was the last time you ate? Or slept?” Pinky asked. “You don’t look so good.” 

But Brain dismissed Pinky’s concern with a flick of his hand. “I’m fine, Pinky. Don’t worry about me. We need to focus on putting our stories together.” 

That didn’t help at all! Now he was even more worried! 

Pinky darted in front of Brain, who nearly ran into him from surprise. 

“Stop blocking my path, Pinky!” Brain snapped as he tried to shove Pinky aside, but his arm completely missed. “And that goes for your doppelganger too!” 

Except for the dumpster that reeked of stinky socks in the corner, there was nobody else on this narrow street except for them. 

Pinky’s eyes narrowed. He folded his arms and tapped his foot to show Brain he meant business.

“I’m not moving until you tell me the last time you had a decent meal, Brain!” Pinky scolded. “You’re wobbling worse than a bowl full of Jell-o!” 

They glared at each other until Brain began to squirm and look away, and his hands flew to his chubby stomach, which rumbled with hunger. Then his ears fell, and he folded his arms around himself. 

“I didn’t have much of an appetite after you…after we got separated,” he quietly said. “I hardly noticed. I thought…I thought you were gone. Forever.” 

Oh. 

Brain must’ve missed him just as much as he missed Brain, didn’t he? It helped that Pinky had his new friend Chip so he wasn’t completely alone in a strange new world, but Brain had been his own. 

He almost keeled over, but Pinky caught him by the shoulders and let him lean against his body for support. Brain made a halfhearted attempt to push him away, but he relented in the end and settled against Pinky’s fur. 

“I’m here now, Brain,” Pinky reassured him. “That means you can eat again, right?” 

"...you're not going to allow me to do anything else until after breakfast, are you?" Brain asked. 

"Yup!" Pinky said proudly. 

Brain sighed in resignation. "Then let's hurry along. We can talk once we locate a food source." 

Neither of them could travel very fast though, since Brain was relying on Pinky to stay upright. But Pinky didn't mind, and Brain made no motion to spur them along. 

They entered the plaza, and since it was still early in the morning, hardly anyone was awake. Just a few food vendors who were opening shop, and even they weren't in a hurry. 

Brain eyed the shopkeepers warily, pulling Pinky away from them. 

"Brain?" Pinky asked. "Something wrong?" 

"Exercise caution, Pinky," Brain warned. "They might look harmless now, but you don't know what they're capable of." 

He knew Brain distrusted humans, but the vendors were just setting up for the day. Besides selling delicious food, Pinky didn't really see anything to worry about. 

Then Pinky spotted two familiar faces among them. The kind gelato vendor was laying out tins of colorful frozen treats on a bed of ice cubes, while Chip was perched on the cart and happily licking the chocolate gelato off a small red spoon, an empty paper bowl next to him. 

"Chip! Mr. Vendor who I never caught the name of! Over here! Narf!" Pinky called. 

Chip zipped over to Pinky, the spoon dropping from his mouth. "Hey, you're not Mr. Monster Guy anymore!" he exclaimed, fluttering in circles around Pinky's head. 

Brain gave Pinky a wordless 'you better have a good explanation for this' glare. 

Pinky hadn't explained Chip to him, had he? 

Oops. 

"Well, for now…" Pinky said, though he didn't want to focus on the transformation that would likely happen again tonight. 

And this time, Brain would see it. There was no telling how he’d react. 

“I got worried when you suddenly ran off! I tried flying after you, but you were just too fast for me and I couldn’t keep up. Then I got all hungry and couldn’t fly anymore, so I was lying on the ground and waiting for you to come back so we could look for something to eat together. And that’s when Mario came along and gave me some chocolate gelato to tie me over ‘til breakfast!” Chip explained as he licked the chocolate off his face. He waved to the gelato vendor, who chuckled and waved back as he set up his sign. 

Pinky had forgotten about Chip when he’d been trying to keep Brain in sight. Though Chip didn’t seem to hold a grudge about it, Pinky still felt bad that he hadn’t tried to wake Chip up first. 

“Poit. Sorry I ran out on you like that, Chip. I was just so excited to see Brain again…” Pinky said. 

“It’s fine, Pinky!” Chip said as he circled around Brain. “So this is the friend you were looking for? You weren’t kidding when you said he had a ginormous head!” 

“Don’t patronize me,” Brain growled, swatting at Chip like he was an annoying fly. 

Chip darted out of reach with a laugh. “And he really does say words I don’t understand!” 

“Pinky, how exactly did you come to know this food-obsessed flying mutant?” Brain asked, turning to Pinky with a glare.

“Oh, I met him on top of a hill just outside the city! We’ve only known each other for a day though,” Pinky explained. “He lost his memory so I was trying to help him find it again and he helped me look for you! Then we got these super yummy sundae supremes and I named him Chip because he loves chocolate chips!” 

Chip nodded eagerly. “Sure do! Hey Brain, have you ever had a chocolate chip sundae supreme before? You should try it if you haven’t! You’ll love, love, love it! I’m gonna go tell Mario right-” 

“No!” Brain shouted, surprising Chip with his vehement yell. “Pinky, you and your friend shouldn’t be going anywhere near people right now! They’re even more dangerous than usual! And ice cream for breakfast, really?” 

“What’s wrong with ice cream for breakfast?” Chip asked. 

“Nothing’s wrong with ice cream for breakfast-” Pinky began, but Brain grabbed Pinky by the wrist and dragged him away from Chip and the vendors. “Brain, what do you mean more dangerous than usual? And what’s wrong with Mario? He’s just a jolly gelato vendor who makes people happy! His sundae supremes are to die for!” 

He didn’t expect Brain to warm up to Chip right away, but he still wished they could’ve gotten along from the start. 

“I met that gelato vendor when I first came into the city,” Brain said. “He wasn’t a useful source of information. The things he said were…unsettling. He truly believed the world was doomed and was too busy sobbing over his life choices to be helpful. He’s just faking joviality for the customers.” 

“Or he’s just a nice guy who wants to keep people’s spirits high with delicious gelato in these trying times?” Pinky offered. Mario the gelato vendor seemed like such a naturally happy guy. “He gave me and Chip something to eat when we needed it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing the same for you." 

Brain refused to budge when Pinky tried to lead him back to everyone else to show him that Mario the friendly gelato vendor was harmless. 

"You'll feel better once you have a little sundae supreme in your tummy, Brain," Pinky said. "Chocolate is good for the soul!" 

A shadow fell over them. Brain leapt behind Pinky and gripped his fur, startled by the sudden darkness. 

"You're darn right it is!" Mario boomed from above them. He laughed loudly, a chocolate chip sundae supreme in each hand. Chip was perched on the man's head, happily scarfing down a sundae of his own. "So Chip tells me you found your friend, and that he's never tried my family's special recipe before. Well, now's a great time to fix that!" 

"See?" Pinky nudged Brain. "It's perfectly safe! You'll enjoy it, I promise! Narf!" 

Brain watched Chip dip a broken piece of waffle cone into his gelato and pop it into his mouth. When he didn't seem to suffer any ill effects, Brain's grip on Pinky's fur loosened. 

Mario walked over to a table with a red and white umbrella set in the middle, placing the sundaes on small stands to keep them upright. Pinky quickly climbed up the chair and onto the table, wasting no time in devouring his sundae. 

Brain followed behind more slowly, keeping an eye on Mario as he climbed up to the table. 

"We met last night. You were bemoaning the current state of the world," Brain said to Mario, regarding him with suspicion. "Do you remember anything about that?" 

Mario tapped his chin in thought. "I remember cleaning my cart while I was closing shop for the night, but everything's a blank after that. Must've had one too many glasses of wine at dinner!" 

He roared with laughter, and Chip tumbled off his head with a shriek, saving his sundae just in time. He settled on the table next to Pinky, hugging the waffle cone protectively. 

“And did you see any strange animals with an unusual coloration last night?” Brain pressed on. 

Pinky tried to savor the sweet taste of his gelato, hoping Brain wasn’t referring to his monstrous form. 

“Can’t say I know what breed of dog your friend’s supposed to be,” Mario said, nodding to Chip. “But other than him, I haven’t seen anything else.” 

Brain’s ears lowered from disappointment. 

“Well, enjoy your gelato! I should get back to my cart! It’s not gonna magically open itself!” Mario cheerfully waved goodbye to them and returned to his vendor duties. 

“Well, that revealed absolutely nothing,” Brain sighed as he begrudgingly spooned a tiny amount of gelato into his mouth. Then his ears perked up quickly, his eyes widening as he rapidly shoveled more gelato into his mouth, finishing half of his cone in less than five minutes. 

Pinky was just glad that Brain was finally eating again. Saving the world was impossible on an empty stomach. 

“So why all the questions, Brain?” Pinky asked. “I told you Mario was a great guy!”

Chip nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Nobody who sells delicious gelato can be bad!” 

Brain set his spoon aside with a grimace. “He seems amiable enough, but I have my suspicions about his odd personality change at night. Going from cheerful and somewhat oblivious about the world breaking apart to utterly despairing and hopeless…it’s not a natural change. I have cause to believe he was possessed by those tendrils I saw last night. I witnessed another human undergo a similar personality change when a tendril coiled around her body, only she went from quiet and introverted to a loud, carefree party animal.”

Pinky reached for his tail just so he’d have something to hold onto. So not only was the world broken, but people were being possessed too?  

Just like me, Pinky realized. 

Did his monster form count as possession? Did his personality change at night like the others Brain had mentioned? 

“Perhaps I’d better start from the beginning,” Brain said with some hesitation. He twirled the tiny spoon in his hands, unsure of what to say. Pinky sat next to him, offering his hand to Brain in case he needed help relaying his story. 

Brain didn’t take it, but he didn’t protest at Pinky’s tail laying over his own.

Chip finished the last of his gelato, watching them with interest. 

“Not long after you…after we were separated, I watched the energy cannon fire an enormous beam, breaking the world apart. And there was some kind of Lovecraftian snake monster enveloping the globe, but it dissipated into dark purple energy before I could get a good view of it.” 

“I knew I wasn’t hallucinating the snake monster…” Pinky murmured. 

Brain stared at him in alarm. “You saw it too, Pinky?” 

A vicious image of a purple snake striking him flashed across his mind, phantom pains crawling up his spine. 

"Y-yeah. It was scary. Poit," Pinky admitted. He shrank under Brain's scrutinizing gaze, hoping he wouldn't pry too closely. 

"Indeed," Brain sighed. "The Microbots lost their power after that, and I was able to proceed to the third level. But when I arrived, the room was completely empty. There was…evidence that someone else had recently been on the third level, but they escaped before I could find them. And with your disappearance, there was nothing left for me on the energy cannon. I returned to ACME Labs after that.” 

“...Snowball was there too,” Pinky quietly said, and Brain’s fur instinctively bristled upon hearing the name of his former friend. “I met him on the third level.” 

Chip tilted his head. “Who’s Snowball?” 

Right, he’d never explained to Chip how he’d gotten stuck in that escape pod. 

“Oh, he’s this super mean hamster who wants to take over the world,” Pinky explained. He glanced at Brain, who was staring down at his hands and lost in thought. “And Brain’s childhood friend.” 

“Don’t tell him that, Pinky!” Brain scowled, folding his arms tightly across his chest. 

“It’s true though,” Pinky replied, and Brain made a grumpy noise. He wasn’t happy about it, but he conceded Pinky’s point. 

Brain’s scowl eventually gave way to a pensive expression. “He activated the energy beam, didn’t he?” he asked. But something in his tone hinted that he didn’t want to be right in his suspicions.

“...yeah, he did,” Pinky admitted quietly. “Poit.”  

Brain’s ears fell upon that confirmation. Pinky understood why. Some part of Brain would always see Snowball as his childhood friend, unable to do something as horrible as destroying the world. 

I can't tell Brain about Snowball wanting me to be a 'living vessel', whatever that means, and luring us to space. Brain's got enough on his mind, and I don't wanna hurt him. 

So he kept quiet and waited for Brain to speak. 

"How did I not see it before?" Brain murmured, thumping his giant forehead with his hand. “The Microbots, the cannon belonging to Microsponge…of course Snowball had a hand in those developments beyond merely approving them! But why would he destroy the world if he wants to rule it? It doesn’t make sense at all!” 

Chip drew his knees up to his chest, a shiver running up his spine. “I don’t think I like this Snowball guy…he sounds mean.” 

“We try to avoid him when possible, but if we do run into each other, the situation usually becomes…heated,” Brain admitted. 

“He likes to try and split us up,” Pinky added, wringing his tail at the memory of his first meeting with Snowball. Snowball made him doubt Brain so much that he’d left Brain to fend for himself, and Pinky wished he’d never fallen for the hamster’s lies. 

Chip silently took in that information. 

“Did he tell you anything about his plans, Pinky?” Brain asked. 

He needed me to wake up the snake monster. I couldn’t escape in time. I helped Snowball destroy the world. 

But he couldn’t tell Brain any of that. Brain would never look at him the same way again. And neither would Chip. 

“N-no, not really. Zort!” Pinky stammered, and Brain’s pink eyes bored into him, as if he knew Pinky wasn’t telling him the full story. Then Pinky remembered something else, something Snowball had mentioned right after Pinky had transformed into a monster. “No…no, hold on, I remember something else! He mentioned something called the Guy-a Manoscripts, and something about a professor too-” 

Brain jumped to his feet, grabbing Pinky by the shoulders and shaking him. “A professor? Did he mention a name, or any identifying information at all?” 

Pinky shook his head. “Um…no, he didn’t. Just a professor. Why do you ask?” 

“Because I came to Rome to look for a professor who possibly has the information we need to save the world,” Brain said, releasing Pinky’s shoulders. “While there’s a possibility he’s talking about a different professor entirely, I have my doubts that it’s a coincidence.” 

Pinky’s ears fell. “Oh…so you didn’t come to Rome to look for me?”

Did Brain spend any time searching for him at all? He knew Brain would focus more on saving the world, and he knew the world was more important than one little mouse, but part of him had hoped Brain would’ve searched for him.

Realizing what he’d said, Brain slowly took Pinky’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze. 

“I…didn’t know you were alive in the first place,” he said quietly. “Or that you were in Rome at all. But if I’d known, then I would’ve searched for you first.” 

Pinky squeezed his hand back in reassurance, and Brain managed a tiny smile before becoming serious again. 

“When I was scouring the Internet for anything that could potentially help me reunite the world, I came across a ClipClop video of an ancient literature professor named Dillon Pickle-” 

Pinky burst into laughter, falling onto his back and kicking his feet in the air. “Narf! His name is really Dillon Pickle?” he giggled. “Hahaha!” 

Brain frowned. “Yes, I get it’s a punny name but-” 

“Oh Brain, you even punned too! This is great!” This was easily the best laugh Pinky had since the world broke apart. 

Chip just seemed more confused than anything else. “What’s so funny about his name?” 

"Cause dill pickle, of course!" Pinky chortled. 

"I still don't get it," Chip shrugged. 

Something sweet was shoved into Pinky's mouth, and his laughter cut out as he chomped down on a cinnamon stick. 

"Ooh, cinnamon-y!" Pinky exclaimed, finishing the stick in two bites. "Thanks, Brain!" 

Brain dusted the cinnamon sugar from his hands. "Now if I may continue without further interruption, Professor Pickle was reading out of an unknown text that prophesied the destruction of the world through darkness. Since it bears a strong resemblance to our current crisis, I traveled to the University of Rome in the hopes that I could get the information I need from the professor to save the world. Unfortunately, my plan hit an unexpected roadblock." 

"So I guess you're in a bit of a pickle, then?" Pinky asked, unable to resist the pun. 

Brain shoved another cinnamon stick into Pinky’s mouth. “No, but you will be if you keep interrupting.” 

“Oh, sorry. Go on, Brain,” Pinky said, breaking his cinnamon stick in half and tossing the other end to Chip, who nibbled on it as he muttered about nobody explaining pickles to him.

“Before I ran into you last night, I was at the university,” Brain said, pacing around the length of the table. “Unfortunately, Pickle’s office looked as though a tornado had run through it, and the professor wasn’t there at all. I was told by the professor’s assistant that he’d gone away on vacation.” 

Pinky winced. “Hope he’s somewhere nice, even if it’s a bit of a bad time right now. Did they say where he went? Maybe a mountain resort? Or is the professor more of a tropical beach type?” 

“The assistant didn’t mention the professor’s destination.” Brain stopped pacing, staring out into the plaza, which was slowly filling up with people. “But now that I’m reviewing the events of last night, something isn’t adding up about that vacation story. It’s the beginning of the semester, with classes officially starting in two days. No sane professor would go on vacation at that time, not when there’s preparations to be made. Call it a wild theory, but based on your account, there could be a strong possibility that Snowball had a hand in Professor Pickle’s disappearance, especially if the professor was knowledgeable in something that could aid his conquest of the world.” 

“No, no, I think it’s brilliant!” Pinky exclaimed. “Except, um, we won’t have to meet Snowball again, will we? He gives me goosebumps on top of my goosebumps…”

He wasn’t keen on seeing Snowball so soon. 

Brain faced Pinky, a worried expression he couldn’t hide on his face. “Avoiding direct confrontation would be best. But since reuniting the world puts us in opposition to Snowball’s goals, I doubt we can evade him forever. But for now, we shall look around the university. I’ll admit that I wasn’t as thorough with my search as I could’ve been last night, mainly due to extenuating circumstances. Searching Pickle’s office again to confirm or refute my theory of Snowball capturing him would be our best course of action.”

Pinky had never been happier to have Brain at his side again. With everything falling apart, it was just nice to have somebody else making decisions for him. 

“There’s one more thing before we depart,” Brain said. “You never explained-” 

Pinky quickly pushed Brain towards Chip, grabbing their hands and clasping them together. 

“-how I met Chip? Oh yeah, it’s a bit of a funny story really. We met just outside the city right after I crashlanded in the escape pod!” Pinky explained. “He lost his memory so I was trying to help him get it back but haven’t had any luck so far, and now that you’re here, you can help us figure out some way to get his memory back with those supersmarts of yours! And he can’t remember his actual name so I named him Chip cause he likes chocolate chip gelato! So now that we’re all besties, let’s go to the university!” 

“Hold on, that’s not what I wanted to ask-” Brain began. 

Chip politely shook Brain’s hand, but he seemed just as confused. “So you’re not gonna mention the whole mons-” 

Pinky pulled them both in for a hug, which was a little more awkward than usual since he was hanging onto his friends with one arm each, but he didn’t mind.  

His friends were here. He’d be okay. 

A splash of dark fur and sharp claws flashed across his mind, along with the wide-eyed terror on Brain’s and Chip’s faces when they first saw him. 

I haven’t changed. I’m still me. I’m still Pinky. 

If his grip became tighter and desperate, or his breathing changed, neither Brain nor Chip commented on it. 

o-o-o-o-o

It was noon by the time they reached the university. Brain had fallen asleep after his breakfast gelato, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. 

Though he made a valiant effort to stay awake, he keeled over as they cut through a garden en route to their destination. Pinky had moved him to a shady spot underneath a flowering bush and waited for him to wake up, while Chip explored the area. 

Pinky meant to weave flower crowns for all three of them to pass the time, but he had to leave Brain on a bed of soft leaves so he'd have both hands free to gather the blossoms. He'd only plucked a handful of small yellow and blue flowers when Brain let out a heartwrenching cry in his sleep, thrashing as he screamed Pinky's name over and over again. 

He only stopped when Pinky dropped the flowers and held him close instead, Brain's head against Pinky's chest and nose buried into his fur. 

"It's okay," Pinky whispered. "I'm alive, Brain. I'm right here." 

Brain only nuzzled further into the embrace, and since there was nothing else left to do but wait for him to wake up, Pinky curled around him and fell asleep too. 

It had been a nice little siesta while it lasted, and Pinky could've spent the entire day napping if he wanted to, but Brain wanted to move on and Chip was bored of exploring by himself. 

Brain led them through the university's lawn, where the leftovers of a party were strewn all over the grass. 

"Aww, they had a big party here and I didn't even know!" Pinky complained, picking up a handful of confetti and tossing it into the air. 

Chip grabbed several of the fluttering squares out of curiosity. "What's a party?" he asked. 

Even Brain, who'd been focused on finding the professor ever since they reunited, paused to stare at Chip. 

"Surely your amnesia can't be that bad," Brain said. 

Pinky tilted his head. "Haven't you ever been to a party before, Chip?" 

Chip shook his head as he played with the confetti. "Oh, you mean it's something you go to? It's not something you eat?" 

"Well, there's all sorts of parties!" Pinky said. "Birthday parties, retirement parties, pox parties, secret parties for high schoolers when their parents are out of town and they have the house to themselves, political parties-" 

"-and parties that are intended to welcome incoming students but turn into nothing more than gatherings for lunatics and idiots who don't know how to spell freshmen," Brain added, kicking a fallen banner aside. 

Well, that was pretty specific, but a party was a party! 

“So what usually happens at a party?” Chip asked. 

“All sorts of fun fun silly-willy things!” Pinky explained. “Music, delicious cake and pizza, pin the tail on the donkey, spin the bottle, opening presents-” 

“But last night’s party was far more disturbing than it was fun,” Brain cut in, hauling Pinky away from a slice of chocolate cake that had fallen onto the grass before he could taste it. They navigated the sea of broken decorations, wasted food, and deflated balloons, while Chip hovered above the mess. “I have cause to believe that the gathering attracted a number of strange creatures, who then possessed the students and caused them to behave erratically. They acted like they were celebrating the end of the world.” 

Despite the warm day, there was a chill in the air at Brain’s words. Chip stopped flying and walked alongside them as they entered one of the buildings, hands clasped together nervously. The anxious feeling only grew worse when they saw just how empty the building was, save for a few students who were trying to relax on the couches or do some work on their laptops. But their eyes were glued to the TVs hung along the wall, where the news reported on natural disasters around the world that had been triggered by the continents splitting apart. 

There were so many…

And it never would’ve happened if he’d escaped from Snowball in time. 

“Look straight ahead, Pinky,” Brain ordered, and his firm grip was the only thing keeping Pinky from sinking too deep into self-blame. “Don’t look at the screens.” 

Brain didn’t know. He only thought Pinky was reacting to the live footage. 

Though Pinky tried to obey Brain’s instruction, his eyes were still drawn to every colorful art project within the cabinets and photographs on the walls. But they didn’t make him feel nearly as bad as the TV did right now. 

Brain steered Pinky and Chip away from the students, regarding them with the same suspicion as the vendors. 

“They might not be possessed right now, but I’m not taking any chances,” Brain said. 

“How do you know if they’re possessed or not?” Pinky asked. 

Brain’s ears lowered. “From what I’ve observed, their movements become stiff and unnatural, they react poorly to any source of light, and Nietzsche himself would be disturbed at their degree of nihilism. And what’s more…I saw purple snake-like creatures take over a girl’s body. The way she moved and the things she said after that were…disturbing.” 

He stopped moving and let go of Pinky’s hand. Then he turned his back on Pinky and Chip, hiding his face from view. 

“She, among other voices, told me to give up on saving the world. That it was impossible, and I should just go to sleep and forget everything. They said an eternal night was coming, and treated it like one enormous party. And…I almost listened to their nonsense.” 

Pinky placed his hand on Brain’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Well, shows what they know! Narf!” Pinky said defiantly. “They forgot they’re talking to you, Brain! If you haven’t given up on taking over the world, then you won’t give up on saving it either!" 

But Brain didn't seem convinced. "This is different from anything we've faced before, Pinky. We never had the apocalypse bearing down as a consequence of failure-" 

"Then I guess we'll just have to not fail then!" Pinky said, turning Brain around to face him. 

"The word you're looking for is succeed, and in case you haven't been paying attention for the past few years, we haven't been making progress in that department," Brain snapped. 

Pinky blinked. "So what department are we making progress in? Perfume? Electronics? Furniture?" 

Brain rubbed his temple. "Never mind, Pinky. But…I shall concede your point. We can't sit idly by as the world burns around us. If we don't take action now, there won't be any world left to rule." 

Though it was a firm declaration, he couldn't erase all the doubt from his tone. 

"I don't really know you that well," Chip admitted. "But Pinky was telling me all about how smart you are. I mean, I wouldn't have thought of trying to find this professor guy to help save the world, and I don't even know what a professor is!" 

Brain stood up a little straighter, the way he always did when Pinky praised his keen mind. 

He still didn't seem to know what to make of Chip, but he acknowledged him with a nod. 

"We've stood around for long enough," Brain declared. "Let's not delay any further." 

As they rounded the corner, they heard a frantic voice desperately trying to calm somebody down. Brain’s eyes widened, and he quickly darted around the corner to hide, pulling Pinky along with him before grabbing Chip’s arm and roughly hauling him back too. 

“L-look, I’m really sorry, but I have no idea why he’d take a vacation so close to the beginning of term,” a tall young man apologized, wringing his hands as he tried to comfort an upset girl in a sweater that seemed two sizes too large for her small frame. “Classes aren’t completely canceled, you know. I’ll be teaching them until Pickle comes back…once I figure out where he put his curriculum.” 

The girl wouldn’t look him in the eye though. “It’s not the same though,” she sighed. “Thanks anyway…” 

“Odd. They don’t look possessed anymore…” Brain murmured. “Hazel’s personality lines up with how she acted before those strange creatures seized control of her body.” 

A twinge of unease crept up on Pinky. Brain kept mentioning personality changes as a part of possession. 

Does my personality change at night? Am I possessed? 

Brain and Chip were too focused on the humans to notice Pinky’s silence though.  

“Was she the shy one you mentioned earlier?” Chip asked. 

Brain nodded. “And the young man over there is the professor’s assistant. He was already possessed when I met him, but it’s likely that his mood and personality have returned to normal by now. They’re standing in bright sunlight from the window too, and neither of them seem to be heavily repulsed to it. But we should proceed with-” 

But Chip zoomed up to Hazel and the assistant before Brain could finish his sentence. “Hi there! You want some chocolate?” he eagerly asked the bewildered humans. He dropped several chocolate bars into their hands, ignoring Brain’s shout to come back at once. “It’s okay! I have plenty extra. Oh right, you guys aren’t possessed, are you? My friend says you were possessed last night but you aren’t right now, so I think you can enjoy them just fine!”

“Possessed?” the assistant frowned as he popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. “I don’t remember being possessed last night. I mean, I can’t remember much of anything last night, except for trying to text Professor Pickle, but he’s not exactly the best with technology.” 

Hazel slipped the chocolate into her pocket and walked away without another word, ignoring Pinky and Brain as she walked by them. 

She seemed pretty upset, but Pinky hoped the chocolate would at least make her feel better. 

Brain furiously stomped up to Chip. If Chip wasn’t hovering in midair right now, he surely would’ve experienced a bop. “Next time, don’t reveal sensitive information!” Brain shouted. “That was an extremely reckless and stupid thing to do! What if there was something lurking around here that thinks we know too much?” 

Chip winced, and Pinky jumped in front of Brain, hoping he wouldn’t drive off Chip before he had a chance to get his memory back. “Brain, he was only trying to help! Apologize!” Pinky scolded. 

Brain crossed his arms, and so did Pinky. Pinky had promised Chip that he’d have Brain’s help in getting his memory back, and he was going to hold to that promise no matter what!

Brain’s ears lowered once he realized Pinky wasn’t letting up. “Fine. I apologize,” he grumbled as he turned to Chip. “But if you’re going to insist on tagging along because of Pinky, you need to exercise more caution.” 

“Okay, I can do that,” Chip agreed, and he stuck close to Pinky. 

The assistant cleared his throat. "Hey, so if you're all students like that girl, I have no idea when the professor is coming back from vacation. He just left a note saying he was going to some resort in the Canary Islands for some all expense paid trip to taste gourmet cucumber sandwiches! And everything is such a mess in his office! I can't find his curriculum for the semester anywhere!" 

His hair was completely frazzled, and he looked like he hadn't slept at all in the past few days.

Possession must've done a number on his sleep schedule. 

"Actually, I am a genetically altered lab mouse searching for a way to reunite the planet so that I can rule it in the near future," Brain declared. "This is my assistant Pinky, and that's…an amnesiac flying chihuahua who recently became acquainted with said assistant."

"His name's Chip!" Pinky added. "Narf!" 

"Hi!" Chip said with a friendly wave. 

The assistant put a hand to his forehead and slumped onto a chair that propped the door to the office open. "Man, students come up with the weirdest introductions these days," he sighed. "Anyway, name's Marco. Usually I assist Professor Pickle with grading assignments, but the dean's asked me to teach his class while he's gone…and please don't tell anyone else I said this, but I'm not prepared at all. I don't know how the professor does anything in this mess."

His arm swept out to indicate the office, which was a complete and utter mess. 

"Oh wow, you were right when you said it looked like a tornado blew through it, Brain!" Pinky exclaimed. 

"Of course, Pinky," Brain said with a firm nod. Then he turned back to Marco. "We want to look around the office. If our search proves fruitful, Professor Pickle will be able to return in time to teach his classes and you won't have to worry about anything except grammar errors from student essays." 

Marco shrugged. "Knock yourselves out. Maybe you'll have better luck finding that curriculum." 

Chip frowned as they entered the office. "So why does Marco want us to knock ourselves out? I thought we were searching for anything that could tell us where the professor is." 

"It's only a figure of speech," Brain explained. "It means that he's willing to let us do the work of searching for him." 

Understanding dawned in Chip's eyes. 

Pinky tutted at the crumpled papers and broken glass littering the floor. Honestly, didn't the professor ever clean in here? Spotting a small broom and dustpan in the corner against the wall, he grabbed the cleaning tools and began to sweep. 

"Spread out so we can cover all this clutter." Brain climbed up the large desk, which was covered in paper, books, pens, and paperweights. "I'll take the desk area. Chip, put those wings to work and scour all the top shelves and drawers. You might as well do something while you're here. Pinky, take everything below the doorknob. You're on bottom duty." 

Pinky gasped and happily hugged his broom. "Oh Brain, how did you know I wanted bottom duty?" 

"I'm perfectly aware of your bizarre tastes, Pinky," Brain replied. “If you see anything that looks promising, set it aside and I’ll review it later.” 

They fanned out after that, and Pinky hummed as he worked to fill in the silence since Brain and Chip were too far away to hold a conversation. He finished sweeping the broken glass, taking care to avoid stepping on it so he didn’t cut his feet. Then he focused on tossing all the crumpled sandwich wrappers, and there were so many that it took him several minutes to clean up. He licked off a glob of mayo that got on his finger as he threw the last wrapper into the trash.

With the worst of the mess cleaned up, Pinky turned his attention to the bottom cabinets, sneezing as a cloud of dust flew out when he opened the cabinet door. Other than a few old, forgotten textbooks, there wasn’t anything else here except for a spider weaving a web in the back corner. 

Pinky backed out of the cabinet once it was clear there wasn’t anything Brain could use. He wondered if Brain and Chip were having better luck than he was. 

He didn’t want to turn up empty-handed though! He couldn’t disappoint Brain when they only reunited this morning! 

But the only other thing he found were a few colorful Euro bills and coins. Maybe Brain would accept this? It was better than nothing. 

“Hey Pinky, did you find anything good yet?” Chip shouted from above as Pinky dragged the money out from a drawer. He was peering through a small magnifying glass he’d gotten from somewhere. “I couldn’t find much, but check this weird glass thingy out! Whoa, your nose is so huge through this thing!” 

Pinky laughed. Magnifying glasses were so much fun, especially when he pointed one at Brain and made his large head seem even larger!

Pinky playfully stretched out his cheeks and let his tongue hang out of his mouth, and Chip burst into laughter as he watched through the magnifying glass. 

“Wanna see how other things look through this?” Chip asked eagerly. 

“Narf! Okay!” Pinky exclaimed. “What about that moldy sandwich over-” 

A surprised shout interrupted him before he could finish. A heavy stack of papers had overturned, scattering all over the desk and ground. 

“If you’re finished slacking off over there, some assistance would be appreciated!” Brain’s voice was strained. 

Pinky held onto the magnifying glass and money, while Chip lifted him by the tail and flew over to the desk. 

Brain’s lower body was trapped under a mountain of papers, and he grumpily tapped the surface of the table with one hand while propping his head up with the other. 

“I wouldn’t have gotten stuck if you imbeciles hadn’t distracted me,” he grumbled as they landed on the desk. Pinky set the meager haul down as Chip let go of his tail. Between the two of them, digging Brain out was a piece of cake. Brain stood up and dusted off his fur once he was free from the paper stack. “Alright. Let me see what you have.” 

“Just a bunch of Euros and dust bunnies,” Pinky said, pointing to the money he’d collected. “And Chip found a magnifying glass.” 

“So that’s what it’s called!” Chip exclaimed. He zipped around the desk with the magnifying glass, viewing various paperweights through the lens. 

Brain sighed. “That won’t help us find the professor, but we could buy dinner with those Euro notes.” 

“Can we have pizza, Brain? Please? Plus I don’t think Chip’s ever had pizza before,” Pinky asked. “And pizza makes everything better, even if it’s the end of the world!” 

He was craving mozzarella cheese and mariana so much! 

“Yes, thank you for reminding me of that unavoidable fact,” Brain said, beckoning Pinky to follow him over to a paper on the other side of the desk. “But first, let’s get down to business-” 

“To defeat the Huns?” Pinky asked. 

“To defeat Snowball, if he’s truly behind this entire mess,” Brain corrected. 

“‘Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?’” Pinky sang the next line, unable to resist. It was such a catchy song. He couldn’t help it! “Wait, no, no…Snowball doesn’t rhyme with sons. We’d need something else.” 

Brain sharply tugged on Pinky’s muzzle and brought him down to eye level. “Enough, Pinky. We don’t have an unlimited amount of time here.” 

Pinky nodded and made a zipping motion with his lips, tossing an invisible key away. Brain released him, pointing to the typed note. 

“This was the note that Marco mentioned,” Brain said. “As he said, this note was supposedly left by Professor Pickle, in which he took an impromptu vacation to a five star resort in the Canary Islands for their gourmet sandwiches. It was clearly left here to cover up his-” 

He was interrupted by a bout of laughter from Chip, who was pointing the magnifying glass straight at Brain’s head. 

“You were right, Pinky! His head really is ginormous through this glass!” Chip exclaimed. 

Brain seized the handle of the magnifying glass and yanked it out of Chip's grasp. "Will both of you focus?" he shouted. "Does saving the world matter to you or not?" 

"Of course it matters," Pinky said, a bit hurt that Brain would think he didn't care about saving the world. "But we can have fun along the way too." 

"It's not supposed to be fun, Pinky," Brain snapped. "It's going to be long, grueling work, and I'm still determining how we're supposed to put the Earth back together." 

"With lots and lots of duct tape?" Pinky asked. 

Duct tape fixed everything! Everyone knew that. 

Brain rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, Pinky. Why didn't I think of that? I'll place an order on Amazon right now for thousands upon thousands of miles of industrial duct tape." 

"You will?" Pinky gleefully clapped his hands. "That's great, Brain! For a second there I thought it was going to be all…oh, hold on, you were being sarcastic again, weren't you?" 

Brain nodded. 

Pinky's tail went limp. "Sorry…I was just trying to help. Poit," he said quietly. 

Brain's grumpy expression was replaced by one of concern as he let go of the magnifying glass handle. After a few seconds of hesitation, he gave Pinky several slow pats on the back. 

"I know," Brain sighed. "I'm afraid that while duct tape works on the big globe in the lab, we're going to need a large-scale solution for the entire world." 

Brain's pats, while rare, had a way of putting Pinky at ease. 

"Hey, what's this weird splotch right here?" Chip asked. He held the magnifying glass over the bottom of the note, which displayed a large, bold capital M. Without the magnifying glass though, the M was barely noticeable. 

Brain stared at the M. "That's the Microsponge logo," he said. "Marco said the professor wasn't good with technology. So it's unlikely he printed this document himself. And this logo can only mean that my suspicions were correct. Microsponge means Snowball was involved in kidnapping the professor for his knowledge, and used the information he had to destroy the world." 

A hush fell over the room. Chip dropped onto the desk with a heavy thud, and Pinky rubbed his arm in uncertainty. 

But why am I becoming a big scary monster at night though? Brain hasn't explained that part yet. 

"I found something else. See for yourselves," Brain said, leading them to the back of the desk. He pointed to the floor. 

Beside an overturned chair was a drawer that had been violently ripped from its hinges. The drawer had a keyslot in it, but it was half ripped out. 

There was a strange, open box on the floor that looked like it might've contained something important at one point, but it was empty now. Chip flew down for a closer look at the box, picking up the cover and squinting at it closely.

“There’s this weird pattern on the front,” Chip said as he turned the cover around so the mice could see it. 

It was a picture of the world with all its continents, and there were seven colorful circles too, one per continent. 

“Those circles mean something,” Brain said as he scrutinized the pattern. “They can’t be capitals, since the countries aren’t defined here. And that language on the bottom is neither hieroglyphs nor cuneiform…” 

Brain stomped his foot in frustration, and though he’d never say it aloud, Pinky knew that Brain had no idea what the pattern meant.

“Maybe Marco knows something?” Pinky offered. They hadn’t tried asking him yet. 

“Okay, I’ll ask. Be right back!” Chip exclaimed, and he flew out of the room. They heard his voice from the hallway. “Hey Marco, do you know what this-” 

There was a sudden gasp from Marco, and he tore into the room, nearly tripping over an extension cord as he came around the desk and saw the broken drawer for himself. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” he cried frantically, running a hand through his hair and looking rather frazzled. “How did I not notice this before? Oh, the professor’s gonna kill me once he finds out I’ve lost his research!” 

“How could you have missed something so obvious?” Brain snapped. “The drawer isn’t microscopic!” 

Marco gave a nervous chuckle. “Um…I might have focused too hard on finding the curriculum?” 

“I see this professor favors absentmindedness as a trait…” Brain muttered. “Care to explain this research?” 

Marco knelt down, overturning the empty drawer and peering inside the empty box. “Gah, why couldn’t it be anything else?” he cried, tugging at his hair frantically. “It just had to be the Gaia Manuscripts!” 

Pinky’s eyes widened upon hearing that name again. 

“Snowball said something about the Gaia Manuscripts when I was alone with him!” Pinky exclaimed. 

“He did?” Brain asked in surprise. Pinky nodded. “Well, this is an intriguing development…” 

“So what are the Gaia Manuscripts exactly?” Chip asked as he dropped a bar of chocolate into Marco’s hands. 

Marco quickly tore the wrapper and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, the tension leaking out of his shoulders as he swallowed. 

“They’re a set of ancient scrolls that predict the destruction of the world by some giant snake monster,” Marco replied. 

Pinky and Brain gave each other alarmed looks. They’d both seen a snake monster when the world first split apart.

Marco took the cover from Chip and carefully put it back in the drawer. 

“Afraid that’s all I have though. Professor Pickle can go more in-depth if you want to know more,” Marco sighed, turning the chair upright and slumping down into it. “He’s the only one who can read that inscription on the box. And unfortunately, he’s on vacation right now…” 

“Enough of this vacation nonsense! Don’t they teach critical thinking anymore at college?” Brain snapped. “That box was obviously under lock and key before! Why would anyone take important research with them on vacation?”

Marco leaned forward with interest. “Now that you mention it, I guess it’s a little strange…” 

“It’s more than strange,” Brain said, holding up the note that claimed the professor had gone on vacation. “It’s clear that somebody wanted the Gaia Manuscripts, and if the language is incomprehensible to anyone except the professor, then they would need him to translate as well. And they’ve already acted on the scroll’s contents.” 

“This isn’t good…” Marco sighed. 

Which was an understatement. 

“We know who took the scrolls and the professor,” Brain said, and Pinky helpfully held the magnifying glass up to the Microsponge logo for Marco’s benefit. “Is there any facility with this logo anywhere in the city?” 

“Just our luck, if you think whoever took them works at Microsponge,” Marco sighed. “It’s on the rich, touristy side of town. The building’s an eyesore. You can’t miss it.”

Brain paced around the table, and Pinky knew that a plan was forming in his mind. 

“Tonight, we shall mount a rescue for the professor and take back those Gaia Manuscripts so we can save the world,” Brain announced.

“Microsponge won’t know what hit ‘em!” Chip cheered. 

Pinky wished he could feel the same excitement as his friends did for this plan. “Tonight?” he echoed. “Can’t we go right now?” 

But Brain shook his head. “We’re better off going under the cover of darkness, Pinky. While there will likely be added danger, we have less chances of being discovered too.” 

Pinky’s ears fell. The added danger was going to be from him once he was transformed, wasn’t it? He knew this was an important mission, and he didn’t want to ruin it by being too big or too bulky to do any of their usual sneaking around. 

“Brain, what if I-” Pinky began, but Brain cut him off. 

“I’ll figure something out,” Brain said quietly. “But your assistance would be useful regardless.” 

We only reunited a few hours ago. Of course he’d want me to come along. I don’t know what I can do, but I’ll try my best to be helpful. 

But Pinky’s eyes were glued to the ticking clock on the wall. He’d be possessed again in just a few hours, and no amount of reassurance would work as he waited for the painful transformation to come.  

End AN: Someone give Pinky a hug. He needs them. 

#pinky unleashed #pinky and the brain

[praeteritus-memories]

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: Giorno Giovanna (Haruno Shinobana)

eye color: Teal

hair style/color: Naturally curly blond hair, very long and full (Born with straight short black hair)

height: 5′8″

clothing style: Giorno tends to lean into elegant suits and tops. He’s very into a sort of ethereal look with sheer poofy shirts, tight high-waited pants or suits with floral designs.

best physical feature: His lips, Giorno has very plump but cute lips~

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: Abandonment, the dark and the cold

your guilty pleasure: He knows it’s probably hypocritical when he’s so against taking any substances but Giorno LOVES coffee. 

your ambitions for the future: Simply to be the best gang-star the world has ever known. 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: "I’m so glad it’s morning already.” 

what you think about most: "I wonder if the others and my father would be proud of me.”

what you think about before bed: "One more page of this book can’t hurt.”

you think your best quality is: "I suppose my charisma is admirable.”

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: "Single, I’d want to know my boyfriend one on one. Having it as a group just sounds messy.”

to be loved or respected: "Both, you can’t have one without the other.”

beauty or brains: "I don’t think either matters much, but brains I think makes conversations easier...”

dogs or cats: "I prefer insects, but cats have always been a personal favorite.” 

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: “All the time actually. To myself, to others, my associates, etc.” 

believe in yourself: "...No. I do believe in others, I just don’t believe in myself.”

believe in love: "I like to think love exists, it’s just far more rare than what people think it is.”

want someone: "...Maybe.”

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: "Never had the opportunity, so no.”

done drugs: "Absolutely not. Drugs are a disgusting stain to the world and I would rather die than have any drug in my system.”

changed who you were to fit in: "Technically speaking, yes. I knew I could never be a gang-star if I was still the easily frightened and humanity hating person I was as a child.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: "Pink.”

favorite animal: "Frogs. Although I do prefer insects, in which case my favorite is the ladybug.”

favorite movie: "Sleeping beauty. 

favorite game: "I’ve never played a video game, my mother never bought my any consoles to play with and my ‘friends’ from school didn’t like me touching their things.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: “ April 16th , 2002. ”

how old will you be: “ 16. ”

age you lost your virginity: “I’m still a virgin.”

does age matter: "I think once you reach true adulthood, I doubt it does. However, I would say age matters when you’re young like me. I think it’s despicable for anyone over 18 to be dating anyone my age. In Italy, it’s common for people to believe age is simply a number, but jail is a place.” 

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality: "I love someone who is easy going and enjoys humor, someone who also doesn’t mind that I sometimes take risks and go against my own plans.”

best eye color: "Doesn’t matter.”

best hair color: "...I do think boys with dark hair look very handsome.”

best thing to do with a partner: "Just showing me things I’ve never done before and doing the simple things. Maybe I am a romantic at heart, but I love candlelit dinners and trips to seaside boardwalks.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: "My friends.”

i feel: "...Worthless.”

i hide: "My true emotions.”

i miss: "Bruno, Narancia and even Abacchio.”

i wish: "I could prevent their deaths.”

tagged by : @tricksheart - thank you!!! tagging : @bishonenprince , @vermilionxwhispers , @ominasapphirus , @thealchemyfreak , @coldazure​ and anyone else!!! :D

[horrorremakefilms]

First Blog-Anthony Fagan

In this first blog response, I will be taking a deep dive into the film world, generating a better understanding of remakes in the horror film industry. I, personally, have seen a handful of horror remake films, and was originally unaware that they had been produced as films. Especially, seeing these movies at a young age makes perfect sense as to why the idea of the remake did not seem as appealing at the time.

Being born in "Generation-X," myself as well as peers my age missed the opportunity to see at firsthand some of the most popular film titles in the industry when they first were released. Most importantly in the 1990's, I have a feeling is when the production quality of these films increased significantly. It is interesting to consider from another perspective, how an individual who consumes films as well as under the category of horror. In the future we will potentially experience even more horror remake films of originals that we had the chance to view for the first time after production.

It is very common that we see horror remake films not contain or reach the same success as their original production, and this makes perfect sense. The directors of these films are making content in which they are leaving to their audience and their interpretations. At the end of the day, this film industry is all about money and who can have their movie title on the most billboards and news outlets. (238) Top 10 Worst Horror Movie Remakes - YouTube

For example, of the images I have chosen in this blog, the original Friday the 13th film was released in 1980, and left people frightened for years as well as gained a significant amount of fans flocking to the horror film industry. The Ring, which has been considered by some as one of the scariest films ever, was remade multiple times and seems to may get repetitive to some consumers. This can be correlated to film production in the horror world as there are many movie series that continue to make film after film with the attraction decreasing after each one.

A horror film remake may seem like a great idea to a number of people, but sometimes the original movie is just too classic to earn the reputation of a solid, complete reboot.

(238) Top 20 Best Horror Movie Remakes - YouTube

There have been numerous horror film remakes that have succeeded, on the other hand. “It” with Pennywise the terrifying clown sparked much conversation in the film industry when the reboot was in the works and was released to the public. Audiences were intrigued as to what this killer clown could be plotting next.

According to Joe Thompkins, his interpretation consists of “Thus, reboots act as a means of reflexively interrogating media properties so as to mediate and contain knowledge about those properties in accordance with the political economy and brand-valuing strategies of contemporary Hollywood.” (New Review of Film and Television Studies) ‘Re-imagining’ the canon: examining the discourse of contemporary horror film reboots: New Review of Film and Television Studies: Vol 12, No 4 (tandfonline.com)

Why Horror Movie Remakes Are Doomed to Fail - Hollywood in Toto

In an article by “Hollywood in ToTo, movie remakes are unpacked as to why some particular films fail, and the answer is sometimes that the remake is simply unnecessary and unoriginal.

21 Terrible Hollywood Reboots (And Why They Failed) | Cracked.com

-Anthony Fagan

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Greetings Raven-san, may i ask for headcanon: MC practicing their lead role and asks Jade, Azul and Ace to be their practice partner and things go love mood ~

Curiouser and Curiouser...

You couldn't have asked for a better practice partner. Jade is like a chameleon--he's perfect at playing any role he is given, it's almost frightening how well he takes to it. Well... you supposed that an actor was just a professional liar, right? And who better to ask than a masterful liar himself?

The longer Jade reads his script, the more you find yourself coming to believe that he is his character, and that you are yours. You start to get really into it, putting as much feeling into your words and your expression as he does.

Swept up into the world of the play, you almost forget about the romantic subplot of the story until you hit the first line of it. Jade doesn't miss a single beat, and he easily executes his part, the confession. Gallant, chivalrous, sincere--just as his character was written to be. It's such a contrast to what his personality is really like that it throws you for a loop and has you pausing in your tracks.

"... Oya? You appear to be rather taken aback. Whatever is the matter?" he asks, cocking his head to one side. His smile, teasingly curious. "Have I misspoken my lines? Fufufu... Or, perhaps, have you found yourselves to be tongue-tied by my humble acting?"

Acting. Right. This was just acting. A show, a lie. You tell yourself that as you clear your throat and pick up your script, starting again from the top. Jade says his part a second time, his gaze bearing directly into you, and a mysterious smile on his lips.

You furiously blush, hiding your face behind your script--unable to keep the scene going. A few seconds elapse before you dare to peek out from behind it, only to be met with Jade's polite chuckling. You hesitantly ask if he meant what he said before, but he suggests, “Why don’t we take a break? It would be counterproductive to one’s health to continue pushing the body past a point of exertion. A break to rest and rehydrate would be most beneficial before we resume practice.”

He never gives you a straight answer, always dangling someone in front of you and then snatching it away again while you're stuck second-guessing and doubting his intentions. You're left on the edge of your seat, wanting more of him, and more of his addictive performance.

Azul has his own ulterior reasons for agreeing to help you practice your lines--he wants to get in Vil's good graces, and what better way than assisting the lead actor? Surely that will put both you and Vil in his debt, and this octopus values such efficiency.

He's not the worst practice partner ever, but he's not the best, either. Azul recites his lines serviceably, but he has a tendency to be very theatrical (which sometimes comes off as "too fake" since everything, especially the smiling, is done in excess).

He overacts, putting emphasis on his words and projecting them clearly to an invisible audience. Azul also gestures or sweeps his arms about to gesture to important places on an imaginary stage, be it a prop or a detail in the set background.

When you finally hit that first romantic scene, Azul has to stop and do a double take just to make sure he's reading the script correctly. He squints at the words for a few seconds, then removes his glasses, wipes them off, and replaces them. "Hmm. An interesting turn of events," he notes, smoothing out the pages. "Trust Vil-san to add a dash of drama to his works."

Azul gets through the romantic scenes without much of a fuss, though you notice that he isn't adding his usual flourishes. His tone is much more serious, and his body language is much more self-contained, as he expounds on his "love" for your character.

When you recite your lines, you find that Azul stares at you rather thoughtful, giving you his undivided attention as he scrutinizes your performance. At the end of every scene, he, ever the perfectionist, provides feedback--and, in particular, hones in on the romantic bits.

"Now these are your weakest points," he explains, leaning over to tap a finger against your script. Your shoulders touch, your faces mere centimeters apart. "These lines could make do with more oomph. Summon all your emotion and speak from the heart--as though you are truly professing your love to me." There's a bit of a conniving glint to his eyes--another underlying motive. But what that motive is? You're not entirely certain.

He rolls his eyes and acts like it's a big deal that he's agreeing to help you--but deep down, Ace is glad that you trust him enough to come to him! Once he actually has a script in his hand, though... He quickly loses interest, calling the contents of the play boring and lame. Too late now, he already agreed to help--

Ace half asses his reading, his eyes lazily grazing the script. He can't take the play seriously, so he does his own interpretation of it by reading all his lines in various funny voices. You can't finish your own lines without stammering or bursting out into laughter.

That really feeds into Ace's ego, making him puff up like a balloon. "I know, I know, I'm hilarious!" He'll top it off with a mock bow and a cheeky grin, reassuring you that he'll "be here all night" to amuse you with his superior comedy!

With his ego freshly stroked, Ace boldly swaggers into the love scenes. He reads these parts in a very nasal-y and high-pitched voice that makes you lose control all over again. When you’ve laughed so hard that your stomach hurts, you wipe away a tear and remind him that he should be treating this a lot more seriously than he actually is.

“What, it’s supposed to be this sappy? You sure it’s not meant to be played up for laughs?” Ace makes a face as he stares down at his script. “Like any of this stuff would happen in real life. Bold confessions, forbidden romances, enemies to lovers, happily ever afters... It’s all like something out of a fairy tale.”

He sighs, rolling up his script--and crushing it between his fingers. “... Hey. Do you actually believe in that stuff? Do you? Is that the kind of love you want or something?” But Ace doesn’t give you the chance to answer. Instead, he brings his rolled up script down on your forehead in a light tap. “Idiooot. As if it’d go that smoothly. Keep dreaming, you dork.”

He tosses the script on the table and claims that he has lost interest in helping you practice. As he bolts off, he feels a nip of annoyance in his subconscious, disappointment in knowing that he can’t be like the perfect prince in the play. Even so... Ace will relish in knowing that he could get you to smile as much as he did. That’s one thing no stinking pretend prince will have over him.

#twst x reader #Azul Ashengrotto #Jade Leech #Ace Trappola #twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Jade Leech x Reader #Ace Trappola x Reader #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland #curiouser and curiouser #twisted wonderland headcanons

[darkmulti]

(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #non con #bts yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hermes

Hey guys, still doing what I can to stay healthy (and entertained) in quarantine. Staying still, keeping calm, and trying not to exert myself too much because of the shortness of breath thing going on. My lungs just can't get enough air it seems… 😅 Anyway, I've gotten a lot of suggestions on this series and I'm excited to keep it going. Just going to be a tad slow until I'm feeling better. Thank you for the support, y'all!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

Lucifer

Oh no… it’s everyone’s worst nightmare… Another Mammon, but competent. Devil help us all…

Had he known who their father was, he'd have never assigned Mammon to watch over them. Hell, he would have made sure those two never even met. They became a new handful for him to manage from the day they first arrived…

When even more things started going missing around the House than normal, he knew he had made a grave mistake… They were clever, quick, and skilled. About the best WORST combination for a burglar to be…

Worse still, they were fast on their feet. He would pretty much have no way to nab them on foot and always had to resort to his wings or magic to have any hope of catching up to them… At least Mammon usually gets himself cornered!

But, paradoxically, he also came to notice that the mortal had an odd honesty streak to them... Like, they’d steal but they’d always admit to it, unlike Mammon who would try to deflect till he was blue in the face.

Were they proud of their work, maybe? Or just didn’t see the point in trying to get away with it...?

There would be several occasions where they’d take something, sell it with Mammon, and then steal the thing back later just to put it back where it belonged, seemingly never with Mammon’s permission to do so either… 

Is it better that they returned the stolen item or worse because their actions went from just robbery to a full-on scam? Either way, it gives him headaches trying to deal with it…

He pretty much gives up getting the mortal to stop after 6 months, they are legitimately that good, but makes them swear to always put back whatever they take at some point. It seems to work out and he lets more things slide, but please someone get them out of here soon… 

Mammon

Soulmatesoulmatesoulmatesoulmate, or maybe more accurately “Partner-in-Crime” but that means pretty much the same thing to him anyway. 🤷‍♀️

He’s never met a person better at thievery than they were. The day they met, they managed to pick his pockets without breaking a sweat (or a finger) and that was it. He was in love.

They could teleport! Actually teleport!! Suddenly, NOTHING was off limits to him any more! Lucifer’s rare records? Easy. Levi’s secret safe? Cakewalk. The Castle vault?? Child’s play!! It was like they could steal anything they put their mind to!!

He didn't even have to worry about them when they made getaways because they were fast too, the two actually have parkour races through the streets for the hell of it!

On top of all that, they were wicked creative. He’d come up with a money-making scheme then they’d offer him all sorts of little tricks to help get away with it...

HE’D have never realized that they could turn themselves into rats in order to frighten and sneak past Barbatos, but they thought of it the instant they heard of his fear of things. They're a mad genius!!

The only real downside was they seemed to like stealing for the sport of it instead of for the money… so they always steal back whatever they took.

That kind of defeats the purpose of all that work in the first place, right? Ah well, at least that's more money for him.

These two pretty much became a walking menace to Devildom society- Sorry, not sorry.

Leviathan

Not another Mammon!!! WHY?! What did he do to deserve this?!?

When he started noticing that EVEN MORE of his stuff was going missing than usual, he straight-up flipped! Like, had the mortal not been pretty tough in their own right they would have been Lotan-chow. End of discussion.

… And then they started using their powers for good? Kind of?

Like, first off they would always give back what they stole, which was a nice change from Mammon. Annoying, but at least he didn't have to go buy replacement games or anything…

And then they started stealing him limited edition merch or tickets and stuff because they… liked him?? He guessed???

Why else would they go to all the trouble of swiping one of the five ultra-rare Kitsune Ruri-chan figurines from its original collector? He would have had to pay Mammon half his tail for something like that but the MC just brought it to him one morning because they could!

Is… is this love? Has he grown to love that which he hates?! What is even happening anymore!?! Who is he?!? 😫

Eventually he has to reconcile his conflicted feelings by dubbing them the real life Peony Phantom Thief, Jane and even making them a cosplay. Yes, they have to wear it when they bring him things. No, it's not weird, shut up.

Satan

He wants to be irritated, no - furious, that they keep taking his stuff… But he’ll be damned if they aren’t making Lucifer’s life a living hell right now. 😏

He's honestly not even sure how they managed to swipe half of the priceless portraits in the Castle (a considerable feat since there's one for Every. Room.) but they pulled it off in under a week. Barbs didn't even notice the replicas…

If that's not mildly terrifying, he doesn't know what is. Who knows what things he could be missing at any given moment...?

At least the mortal had the good sense to return his things, unlike Mammon, which gets them off his shit list for the most part. 🤷‍♀️

It helps that they’re also impressively well-traveled. They claim to have been across every human continent and sailed every ocean. Though he was skeptical at first, just hearing their stories eventually convinced him.

What sort of person has sailed the Amazon River, hiked through Arctic tundra, seen every major capital city, and still had time to explore the sights of the French Riviera?

One that has magical teleportation powers apparently.

Frankly, he could listen to their stories of the human world all day and still ask for another. He's told them that they may as well just write a book of their own for him at some point, it'd be beneficial to their poor vocal chords.

Asmodeus

Ugh! Really? Another thief in the House?? Wasn’t one hard enough to deal with?!

Honestly, stolen beauty products aren't exactly something you can just sell or give back, so unfortunately a lot of Asmo's clothes/accessories get targeted and he is NOT happy about it...

Around the time his favorite scarf was stolen for the third time, he was about to gut the mortal himself, but they struck a deal with him. They could nab his clothes SO LONG as they returned them with an extra little "gift."

Jewelry, perfume, creams, nail polish, etc. Asmo kept a running list and pretty much treated his thieving friend like a less moral version of Akuzon. Whatever he asked for, no matter how rare or expensive, they always got their hands on so who was he to complain?

He once decided to test them by asking for the Hope Diamond - which they got for him - but he made them return it after a week after the curse on it made him ruin a particularly intricate manicure so…

Like Satan, he's also pretty impressed with all the places they've seen. He's pretty traveled in the human world himself so they exchange travel stories all the time!

He may bother them to him out traveling from time to time. There are so many gorgeous and romantic places to visit in the human world after all, it's not like anybody could stop them from just… popping in to have a look. Right? 😏

Beelzebub

They learned very quickly that his food is absolutely off limits and after that, they were good.

Seriously. Beel caught them once trying to swipe a piece of pizza from his dinner and he nearly ripped their arm off for it…

But on the flipside, he also knows that he can go to them if he REALLY needs a snack and is short on cash. 

It's pretty comical watching the fleet-foot mortal running from angry demon vendors with a basket of stolen apples for their buddy… But he appreciates their enthusiasm! 🙂

Beel actually likes to hear about their travels too, but mostly what they've eaten. They can keep him enraptured for hours by describing all the food they've come across in the human world…

Watch out for the drool, though.

Since they can teleport, they'll sometimes pop up with a human world treat for him and the man internally swears his undying love for them every time...

Outwardly, though, he just smiles. 'Cause he's a sweetie.

Belphegor

They… they opened the attic door on, like, the first day they met… They didn’t even make it look that hard, they had some kind of knack for breaking and entering…

Seriously, imagine the look on his face when they just walk into the attic to say hello… He had this whole, “Lure and Trick the Human” plan all thought out then they pulled out a magic lockpick or something and BOOM! Freedom!

He laughed, perhaps a little closer to the edge of sanity than he was intending, and he tried to attack them but they were so damn fast he couldn't land a single hit!

Damn was it embarrassing when the others came in…

MC: "LUCIFER! LUCIFER!! There's a monster in your attic!!!"

Lucifer: "That's not a monster that's my brother!!"

MC: *stops midway through kneeing Belphie in the stomach* …. Ooooooooh!

MC: Whoops. 

It was a… rocky start.

After they settled their differences quelled Belphie's bloodlust he found that they kind of grew on him rather quickly… Something about that mischievous energy and how much they gave his brothers (minus Beel) grief with it.

He absolutely helps them with their plans if it will annoy Lucifer in any way. Occasionally, they'll even take Belphie out on raids instead of Mammon.

Turns out he's surprisingly good at distractions because all he has to do is pretend to fall then take a nap. People around him will legitimately believe that he needs medical attention so the MC can sneak through crowds undetected...

Of course, Mammon gets PISSED when they do this, though. How dare his baby brother try to steal away his perfect partner!! Get your own damn mortal, Belphie!!! 🤬

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me demigods

[bibbykins]

Vulnerable in The Dead of Night (M)

I wrote this QUICK, so if it’s bad, I’m so sorry, but I just wanted to get this out ASAP, so I hope you like it! Also, pls feel free to give me your thoughts or ask any questions, I love to answer them!

NOTE: This is part of The Household’s Bunny series, which I recommend you read before this bc otherwise, it may not make sense.

Summary: Taehyung finds himself consumed with self-loathing and crushing loneliness. You find Taehyung standing alone in the kitchen late at night, happy to see him again for the first time in weeks. The usually playful and flirty man is left with his feelings when faced with you in the dead of night.

Genre: Soft Yandere! Taehyung x Chubby! Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere tendencies, obsessive/possessive thoughts, crying, loneliness, self-loathing, abandonment issue, adopted person feeling unworthy of love, kissing, hickeys, cunnilingus, precum, blowjob, swallowing, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, this is a yandere fic so unhealthy relationships are throughout this series

Taehyung felt like he was losing his mind, and maybe he was. What could he be doing wrong? How can you not know how he feels? How can Jimin get his point across better than him? 

Do you not like him?

His pacing in the kitchen ceased at this thought. 

No.

Surely, no. You liked him, right? You told him you did.

Although, that was before he and Namjoon had basically disappeared from your life these last two weeks. Is he that replaceable? 

The nagging insecurity of his childhood crept up. Flashes of tears, isolation, and craving for love tugged at his mind. He shook his head. He wasn't a 6 year old watching his father leave him. He wasn't a 14 year old in a foster home. He just wasn't that 17 year old in a new home, trying to adapt. That wasn't him anymore. Taehyung was loved now, by many. So why not by you? 

He blew out a shaky breath before finishing his glass of room temperature water. He was still dressed in his suit, having just gotten home from the final session of the blasted weeks-long project that kept him from you. His tie was more suffocating than ever but could not find a reason he deserved to undo it.

Too enraptured in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the soft pad of slippers downstairs or the tiny pants of regaining your breath from the nine flights you just went down in the dead of night, "Tae?" Your breathy voice sliced through the chaos in his mind and he let out a breathy chuckle, thinking he was going insane, hallucinating your voice.

Truly, he felt useless. He felt sub-human. He felt every piece of shit adult who turned his back on him must be justified if this was the best he could do. If a smokescreen of lovability with no love was his peak. If being alone with only hallucinations was the closest he could get to companionship-

He nearly choked on his water when he felt arms wrap tightly around his midsection, "Tae, you're home!" Your voice cleared the cloud of self-loathing and he looked down to see your half manicured nails, most of the polish chipped off. He slowly placed his hands on yours and was relieved to find you weren't a hallucination, "I missed you." He could feel your mouth moving against his suit jacket as you squeezed him a bit harder.

He let his eyes close as he relished in the feeling of you nuzzling into him, missing him. 

Worried when he said nothing, you moved to detach yourself but he held your hands firmly, "Tae?" You questioned only for him to hum lightly.

"I missed you so much, little lamb." His voice was soft, the softest you'd ever heard it as his thumb stroked your palm, "I didn't know you missed me." His voice held a fondness you had never heard from him before. Usually, his tone was light and playful but now, he was almost melancholic.

Did he genuinely feel that way? The panic of one of the men you found yourself falling for each day thinking you didn't like him as much as you did take over and you moved for you both to face each other. Tae merely blinked before you were in front of him, hands holding his face, not searching in his eyes but looking to express something with yours, "Of course I missed you." You pouted, "You all mean the world to me." 

He searched for any sign of a lie. He'd seen it time and time again from people in the entertainment industry, but with you, it was nothing but pure honesty, "Little lamb." He commanded your attention even though he already had it as you let your hands settle on each of his shoulders, "You mean that?" 

"I would never lie to you." You didn't miss a beat before looking at him further, realizing he is not acting like he usually does, "Are you okay?" You asked lightly, eyes traveling over his form, hands working to undo his tie as you've done before when he asked you to help him, "Oh gosh, that must feel so suffocating this late at night." You mumbled and undid two of his top buttons. He grabbed your hands as you worked at the second button, making you look up.

"Do you wanna know how I feel, baby?" He asked, eyes a little darker now as he drank in your form, wearing a mere long shirt that reached the middle of your thighs with no shorts in sight. You nodded and his grip on you tightened but wasn't painful, "Jealous." He rasped and you looked up, confused, "Jealous that you don't cum for me or crave me like you do everyone else." His voice was strained despite neglecting Namjoon's own lack of experience with you.

You blinked, "I mean if you want sex, that's okay." He let go of your hands, one of his hands moving to grip your hip as the other cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, "But you know that sex is just that, I mean, I like closeness and it makes me feel good, so I do it. But I also know that being sexually attracted to me doesn't mean you want me as your partner- oh!" He cut you off by pressing you roughly against the wall, his hand now cradling the back of your head to prevent you from getting hurt.

His gaze burned into you and you averted your eyes but the hand behind your head went to grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own, and what a fierce gaze it was, "Who made you think that?" He snapped and continued when you struggled to respond, "Who convinced you that you're not just as worthy of pleasure as you are intimacy? Love? Companionship?" 

You were dumbstruck. Part of you wanted to ask how long he had because you had a list. You remembered every person who made you feel that way whereas they surely forgot you moments after you either did or didn't succumb to their desires. Instead, your eyes began to water, "Why are you…?" You forced out, blinking back your tears, "I don't...I don't understand." You shook your head.

"I don't want to fuck you so bad just because you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Your breath hitched and your mind couldn't properly process his words, "I crave you." He breathed, leaning down, "I've been agonizing over how to come to terms with the fact that I feel so fucking strongly for someone who has no obligation to feel the same." Before you could even respond, he placed his mouth on yours in a bruising kiss.

You responded immediately, trying your best to convey your feelings in this sloppy kiss, tongues intertwined as you needily moaned when his hand wrapped your leg around him, but he didn't grind into you, he just pulled your closer. The kissing lessened in urgency and increased in passion as he gripped you with a near bruising force, "Tae…" You groaned into his mouth and found yourself nearly crying. You held him closer and he squeezed you to him.

"Yes, baby?" He moved to kiss lightly at the corner of your mouth, mouth moving to. kiss at your tears. He didn't need to ask you why you were crying. He knew. He felt it too. He felt the relief that came with being held close, being kissed, and is wanted as much as another wants you.

"Do you mean it?" You asked, crying more now, "You…"

"I feel so strongly for you." He affirmed and you shook your head, having a hard time believing him, "And that's so frightening because you could just leave and I..." He breathed shakily, head tucked into your neck, "I don't know how everyone else is holding it together when I know they feel the same-"

"I do too." You had to say it before you wouldn't, "All of you, I do." You sniffled, "But I can't find a reason why you guys would feel anything for me too." Your voice was breaking and he just crushed you to him further, "And I don't know if they feel that way, and-" You cried further, "I-I need to go to bed, I need to-" You tried to pull away from his crushing embrace to no avail. 

You whined a bit at this. Your mind was scattered, and you didn't know what to do. There was so much going on yet nothing going on at all. You received a confession and so did he and yet, everything felt so complicated. The doubt of anyone wanting to be with you strangled your very being and made you want to stay in your room and never think about it again. Live alone in mediocrity and loneliness.

"Promise me you're not scared." His words were demanding but his tone was pleading, "I...I know it's a lot and I know I never act like this, but just, don't avoid it, don't avoid me." He sniffled and you relaxed, "The fact of the matter is, we feel the same about each other, the rest will come in time." He was regaining his composure and slowly you began to calm down. He was right. It was just you and him. Everyone else is at bay, they will get their time. You don't have to wake everyone up to know their feelings. You have time, "I know Jimin said his piece to you too, and we're not going anywhere, so please, don't go." His voice was stable again as he tucked in the scared and lonely little boy that haunts him sometimes and set his mind straight.

You nodded against him, honest and understanding of his words. You were nervous, sure, but only time would tell. If you run, you break your heart. But if you stay, you could either get your heart broken or get everything you want. It's a risk that you don't know how to calculate, but it's a risk you're willing to take. Maybe Taehyung is right and everyone feels the same about you in a way you could only dream. Just maybe.

He lets you go and you look at him, flawless as ever. His face was minorly red, tears minuscule and long gone by now, "We should go to bed." You murmured as Taehyung reached up to wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks and he nodded. 

He held your hand as he pressed the elevator button, lightly scolding you for taking nine flights of stairs in slippers with no traction, "Wow, you tell me you tell me you like me and now I'm getting chewed out." You giggled, the feeling of someone fussing over your safety was quite refreshing.

He looked at you incredulously, "If you fell or hurt yourself, all hell would break loose." He chided and you hummed.

You broke out into a goofy smile, "You like me." You giggled and the man next to you gave you a side-eyed glare before giving up on containing his own smile.

"Yeah well," He paused for a moment, smiling to himself, "You like me back." He chuckled and you felt your face heat up. 

He squeezed your hand and you watched the floors tick up to your own, "Tae?"

"Yes?" He asked, noticing your voice got quieter, more unsure. 

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow or do you want to stay with me tonight?" You forced out, nervous he would say no. 

Little did you see, he broke out into a cheerful smile and thanked his lucky stars before responding coolly, "I'd be honored to stay with you tonight." 

The elevator dinged just in time and you held his hand all the way to your bedroom before finally standing to face him. You studied his face for the nth time tonight. He was still beautiful each time and the moonlight only further deified his beauty further, "You're all so beautiful." You mused, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"And all yours." He breathed.

You scoffed, "Sounds impossible." 

"Start believing, my darling." His voice was as smooth and deep as ever and you looked into his eyes and found an emotion you'd never seen before. 

Maybe you could do this. Maybe Taehyung was right and all 7 of them felt the same. Maybe you were deserving of sex and love.

And quite possibly it was your own resignation of maybe of the whole situation that made you reach up and push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. Confused, he still shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor. You reached up and began undoing the third button on his shirt. With more of his chest exposed you reached your hands up and feel the exposed skin of his chest softly, "Baby, what are you- fuck!" You cut him off, leaning up to suck onto his neck harshly before licking the spot. Your breath hit his neck, "You have got to be careful or I may not be able to control myself." You merely smiled before licking a stripe along the column of his throat and you could feel the vibration of his groan against your tongue before kissing along his jaw, "I don't want you to think I just confessed to you so I could come up here and-" He cut himself off with a strangled growl as you shifted your leg up for your thigh to brush against his erection.

"I like how cumming feels knowing you're still going to like me the next day." You spoke honestly and Taehyung wanted to find every person who didn't make you feel that way, "Unless you don't want to do anything, which is fine." You nuzzled into his neck, "I just, want to be close to you in more ways than one." 

He pulled back to look at you properly and found no doubt in your eyes. With Jimin, sexual acts had been a show of emotions. Now that you thought about it, even what happened with Yoongi and Jin felt like something different than what you were used to. In each sexual encounter, there was a level of care, making it feel so alien. Even with Jungkook and Hoseok, there was something there that you didn't know, intimacy. And yet, it felt so good.

Nevertheless, he asked, "Are you sure?" You nodded and he smiled, head dipping down to kiss you deeply. You continued your work on the buttons of his shirt while your tongues felt each other. Your hands went to his belt, undoing the Italian leather before you pulled away from his mouth and began kissing down his neck and his hands intertwined with your hair, "Baby, you don't have to make me cum." He breathed and you sucked at his neck to protest.

"I want to feel you in my mouth." You whined, hand reaching into the pants you unbuttoned to grip his dick over his briefs, "Please?" 

He nodded, eyes heavy, unsure how he could ever say no to you in the first place, "On the bed though, I don’t want you to hurt your knees." His voice was soft and you giggled at his wholesome request but nodded anyway.

You sat on the bed as he rid himself of his mostly taken-off clothing. You both tangled into each other as he kissed while he laid over you on your bed. You lightly pushed him to flip over so you were on top of him, legs straddling his hips. His hands glided over your thighs, squishing the skin gleefully as you continued peppering kissing down his chest, pressing your core into his bare erection, making you let out a needy moan, “You’re so hard.” You whispered, mouth sliding down his body.

Before you knew it, you reached his dick and of course, it was pretty. You wrapped your hands around the base and he sucked in a breath through his teeth before you licked at the precum at the tip before taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and he let out the most delicious grunt,” So good to me, my little lamb.” He praised you in a gravelly voice and you felt yourself get wetter as his hands curled into your hair, “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him further. The dark room was filled with sounds of you drooling all over his erection as he praised you and was very vocal with his pleasure. The praise made you moan against his dick in delight, “My little lamb likes to be praised, huh?” He cooed, voice strained and breath heavy as you nodded, never letting his length escape your lips, “So perfect for me, aren’t you?” You hummed in delight as he threw his head back, fingers tensing in your hair as he did his best to not pull it or push your head down. However, determined to please, you guided his hand to push you further, nodding to let him know it was okay. He was gentle as he guided your head, his other hand intertwining with yours as a sweet gesture. You bobbed rhythmically and you could hear his noises becoming less and less controlled, “Fuck, I’m getting close.” He warned and you responded with a strong suck that made his hips lift off the bed, “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked urgently and you answered by looking up at him through your lashes with a look way too innocent for someone about to drink down his cum. It was that look that sent him over the edge and you felt him cum in your mouth. You drank him dry before letting his dick go with a resounding pop.

“Did I do well?” You asked and, his hand still in your hair, pulled you to him as he nodded before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Perfect, baby, perfect.” He was breathless but still intent on kissing you deeply as he sat up, hands going to your thighs to grip the hem of your shirt, “Can I taste you, little lamb?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You whined as he kissed your throat, going over the hickeys you had from the other me in the house, all of them mostly faded except for the one Jimin gave you. He lifted the shirt, only detaching from marking you to strip you of your clothing. He laid you down as he slipped your panties off, groaning at how you were glistening.

“You this wet for me, sweetheart?” He spoke huskily and you hummed desperately as his finger slid from your clit to your drenched hole slowly, “I really wanted to go slow, but fuck,” His finger slid in with little resistance much to his delight, “You’re just so ready for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, panting as his finger fucked slowly into you and he raised a brow, expecting you to be verbal.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready Sir, please.” You gasped out, fighting the urge to wiggle your hips as you confirmed with the honorific you trusted him enough to give yourself fully.

“Just because you’ve been so sweet to me,” He leaned down, breath fanning over your drenched core, “I won’t make you beg this time.” He kissed your clit, making you twitch before his tongue licked a stripe from your clenching hole to your clit, making you gasp, “You taste so fucking good, no wonder Jin and Yoongi were so smug for days.” He rasped and felt you clench around him further, “Oh?” He chuckled darkly as his tongue flicked your clit, “You like when I talk about the others? You wish they were here watching you squirm around my finger?” You writhed in delight as he slid another finger in, “You wish they were here helping me get you off so pretty, holding you down so you’ll be still like a good girl?” He teased you and it only soaked his fingers and tongue further as he slurped you intently. Taehyung had been waiting what felt like his whole life to have you come apart in his clutch and feel your sweet cum on his tongue.

He tasted you intently, fucking into you a little quicker as he let you squirm around him. He would be lenient and kind this time around, because of both of your desperations and tearful confessions. There was so much to feel and so much to taste, and he just wanted to have you crumble in his clutch. You were well on your way to be his, theirs, and he would be yours in return. He wanted to channel his hunger for you as he moaned into your pussy. You were already getting off by making him cum and now, you were unsure how long you would last if he kept flexing his tongue and running it over your clit as he curled his fingers in your cunt, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that made your back arch off the bed.

He murmured dirty and sweet nothings into your pussy as you clutched the sheets with a death grip, doing your best to not push his head into your core. You wanted him to have total control over your body and pleasure in this moment, “You’re getting close.” He cooed teasingly and you nodded, spurring him to take his fingers out.

You cried out as he chuckled, sucking your juices from the two fingers, “Please, I wanna cum, please, please!” You whimpered, pushing your hips up as he let his fingers go from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re so fucking cute.” He groaned, hands pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed, “I’ll make you cum, baby, don’t worry.” He kissed at your clit, eliciting a desperate cry, “You just have to be really good for me and cum while I fuck you with my tongue.” He licked at your hole as you nodded eagerly, “Can you be good for me and do that?” His voice was dripping with lust.

“Yes, Sir, I can, I will, please!” You babbled, having been so close to cumming just moments ago.

You calling him Sir made his teasing nature disappear as he slid his tongue into you with a groan on his end and with you nearly screaming as he fucked into you. He moved inside of you as your walls fluttered, slowly clenching more and more as you could feel your high coming. It was when his hand went to rub quick circles onto your clit that you came with a strangled moan.

His tongue fucked you through your high and he only pulled away when your back settled back onto the bed and you were trying to catch your breath. He kissed your stomach before going to put on his briefs as he slid your panties back on. He hovered over you, placing a quick kiss on your mouth as you wrapped your arms around him, humming in bliss, “You’re such a good girl.” You keened at his praise as he placed a kiss on your cheek before rolling over to pull you in his arms, holding you tight.

“Now you get to be smug.”You giggled tiredly, eyes closing as you listened to his heartbeat.  

He chuckled, equally tired as he kissed the crown of your head, “I already am.” He mused, “Goodnight, little lamb.” His voice was soft and sweet as you could only muster another blissful hum.

Now, you were starting to understand what was so different about all of your sexual, or near-sexual, interactions with almost everyone. It was the emotion in it. 

You’ve had people say they liked you, get what they want, and then never see you again. However, the guys, barring Tae and Jimin, hadn’t said they liked you, but they tried to communicate it. They held you close, they stayed to cuddle with you after. There was care in the way they touched your body and it was liberating. It was frightening, the idea of getting used to something that could just go away one day, but nevertheless, you let your consciousness fade, knowing he would be there tomorrow morning.

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[miinomo]

my little maid.

✿ pairings - Erwin x Maid Fem! (Chubby) Reader

contains - (18+ content MDNI) Infidelity, Body worship, Age gap, Creampie, Dark Content

✿ Synopsis - A bad day could change in moments of Erwin coming home to his perfect maid. One that could never deny him the pleasure that his cold, unloving wife denies him on a daily basis. 

You stood in one of the bigger guest bedrooms while staring at yourself in the mirror. It was a Venetian mirror that had lacquered wood finished in dark red with a high gloss varnish coat. It was one of the many expensive furnishings that caught your eye in the Smith’s household. It was like there was always something to be looking at. All of their furniture seemed straight out of a film, or a novel. The type of couches or beds you would see in a mansion on the big screen. 

When you were first hired by Mrs. Smith, you weren’t as great of a cleaner as you are now. It was tough-- Getting used to cleaning so many rooms, and so thoroughly at that. But you picked up a good technique rather quickly. And for that, the Smith’s were thankful. Their home always seemed to accumulate a lot of dust in such a short period, so without you, they would surely be suffering something fierce in the realm of allergies.

The uniform, however, was something Mr. Smith’s wife did not approve of. The skirt was too short, the stockings- too revealing. Whenever she would come home and see you dressed so whorishly it made her skin crawl. But looking at yourself, it felt nice. Even though you weren’t a model, you were a bit thicker than most women that society deemed beautiful- Mr. Smith never made you feel that way, like you weren’t good enough. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world. 

His words affected you more than he would ever know- “You started as a blank canvas. Everything about you, down to your stretch marks is beautiful. And I will tell you every day until you believe it yourself.” That was what he said to you the first time the two of you had been intimate. You were nervous and shy for him to see your unclothed body. But he insisted, he wanted to worship all of you, not just the parts that anyone could see on a day-to-day basis.

Abruptly the front door was slammed and it caused your heart to drop into your stomach. The sudden sound had frightened you- you were so caught up in reminiscing on past experiences with Mr. Smith and didn’t notice it was around the time he usually came home. The loud noise echoed through the house, which was a common occurrence anywhere with long hallways and high ceilings. “Mr. Smith?” You called after walking to the doorway, wanting to be sure the person that entered the premises was truly who you were expecting. 

“Yes, y/n. It’s me.” His stern, yet comforting voice announced. “Come downstairs when you have a moment.” The tone in his voice suggested two possibilities. Either he and his wife were fighting again, or he had a bad day at work. Making your way downstairs you could see him sitting at the dining table with his head resting in his hands. You were guessing it was the latter due to it being directly after business hours that he looked so unhappy. 

“Yes. Work was quite hectic today, but it was also Marleen. She was constantly calling me while I was in the middle of a presentation with a new client. Needless to say, it did not go well.” Erwin looked at you as you stood at the opposite side of the table. “Please sit y/n. I would love your company. Dusting can wait.” Although Erwin was venting to you- your chest felt warm. It was always the same feeling you got when looking at him. He held himself so well. His posture, so upright. Everything about him just screamed ‘gentleman.’ 

The sound of your flats tapping against the white tiles was what made Mr. Smith’s attention come back to you. “How was work, Mr. Smith? Was it as unpleasant as it seemed?” You approached the oaky table which had hand-carved details of the intricate marquetry and like the mirror from upstairs; it was also finished with a high gloss varnish. 

The ocean blue eyes that you loved to look into were staring you down as his warm hand enveloped yours. “I missed you so much. You have no idea how long today felt. And now that I’m here with you it’s like a weight was taken off of my shoulders.” He confided in you. The world felt so quiet- usually, you could hear the birds chirping, the winds howling, or even the neighbors doing yard work. But not right now. Not while Mr. Smith sat so close, telling you all he needed to feel better was to take one look at you. 

“I missed you too Mr. Smith.” You smiled at him while he rubbed his thumb over your hand. “y/n, I’ve told you at least a dozen times you may call me Erwin.” His voice was so calm. Every time he said your name it felt like your heart was going to burst. “I know you have, but it’s easier for me to slip up if I get too comfortable.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Bringing up the fact that you two were hiding your love for each other was never easy. Even if he was in an unhappy marriage, it felt wrong sometimes. 

“I understand.” Erwin looked away from you for only a moment before directing his gaze straight back to you. “Would you accompany me upstairs? I would love your help with something.” Just from the tone in his voice, you knew where this was going. He needed relief, and you weren’t planning to deny him. “Of course, Mr. Smith.” You got up from your seat and followed him through the hall. 

The two of you walked up the stairs together- you following behind him while he held onto the railing. “We’re going to the master bedroom.” He instructed before taking a right when he reached the top of the stairway. The halls were decorated with many expensive pieces of art. Paintings, teaware, and framed botanicals hung on the brown walls. The white marbled tile of the floor accentuated the brown in such a pleasant way. 

Erwin turned around to look at you after entering through the doorway. “You’re so beautiful.” He rested his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. Bringing you to his chest and looking down at you, he smiled. “Having you here with me... I couldn’t ask for anything more.” He leaned down, encasing your lips in his. His kisses were always so passionate. You could feel the care and love behind his desperate groans into your mouth. 

“I love you.” Your eyes widened and a loud ringing came to your ears. Mr. Smith just confessed his love to you. You both mutually knew that you cared deeply for one another, but hearing him say those words was just something you couldn’t have imagined. The words were so sweet. “Please, y/n. Let me have you.” He ran his hands down to your ass and gripped it lightly. You looked into his eyes and without hesitance, you gave him your answer. “You don’t even have to ask.” 

And with that, Erwin picked you up continuing to kiss you with as much passion as he could. His tongue explored the inside of your mouth and fought against your own for dominance. Although you would never actually try to overtake him. You loved how much of a lead he took when the two of you were intimate. He walked with you in his arms, slowly making his way to the bed. It was the largest bed in the house, with lilac satin sheets. They were cool and soft against your thighs when he placed you down onto them. 

“Mr. Smith, are you sure we should have sex in here? This is...” The thought of his wife sleeping in this bed later tonight was clouding your head. “We will just have to be sure we don’t make a mess.” He breathed against your plush lips before kissing you yet again. Your hands snaked their way up around his neck, touching the back of his head. His haircut was a bit scratchy due to the undercut and shave he opted for. 

“Erwin.” You moaned into his mouth as his large hand made its way up to your inner thigh slowly. He gripped onto your skin, pushing his thumb down just enough to apply a bit of pain. “I love how much of you there is to love.” He pulled back from the kiss and smiled endearingly while looking into your eyes. “You’re perfect. And I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat from his comments. “I love you too Erwin.” 

With your confession, Erwin found in himself that he was no longer able to be patient. He would usually prep you for him, with his tongue or fingers. But he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of you. “Are you wet enough for my cock, y/n?” He breathed against your ear while he focused on undoing his belt. Tossing it to the side of the room, he proceeded to unzip his pants- pulling his cock through his trousers. 

You could feel his member poking the inside of your legs while he kissed your neck, occasionally biting down onto your skin. “Fuck, I want you.” You hissed through your teeth as he nibbled your ear. His breath was warm as was his tongue, which ran down the side of your neck before he placed light and feathery kisses along the trail of saliva he left behind. “Then you’ll have me.” He groaned before pushing his cock deep inside of you. 

No amount of slick was ever enough to make taking him easy. It always felt like he was assaulting your insides when he thrust so deeply into you. Stretching you more than anyone else ever had. Erwin let out a breathy moan. “You’re so tight.” During sex, your holes always squeezed him just right. To the point where your pussy would make forming sentences a challenge. You always made him feel so good. He planted his feet firmly into the ground while you laid on your back, looking up to the ceiling. He grabbed ahold of your thighs and pushed your legs up, resting them onto his shoulder before he began pounding into you.

The ivory frills on your skirt tickled his skin as he kept his rhythm. You gasped every time you felt him ram into your cervix. You felt your eyes start to roll back into your head; his veiny cock was almost too much for you. Continuously mixing up your insides, each vein pulling at your inner walls. He grabbed onto your hips harshly, keeping you in place while he brought your pussy to the base of his cock. The two of you were moaning so loudly it started to echo throughout the house. “shit, y/n. Fuck, you’re squeezing, so fucking tight.” His voice was shaky. 

Your hands searched for anything to hold onto while your body rocked back and forth on the bed. Finally settling on the soft and luxurious satin sheets. You balled them into your fists and cried out his name repeatedly. “I’m going to cum, Erwin.” Your walls clenched his cock so tight, not wanting it to leave with each pump. Your legs began to shake and fall from his shoulders but he grabbed ahold of your thighs. Holding them in place and speeding up the pace of him ramming into your pussy. Deeper than ever. 

“Don’t spill any of my cum, baby. It’d be a pain to get out of these sheets.” He chuckled as his hips spastically jerked forward. He groaned and leaned his head back as his warm seed shot into you. Your pussy was filled up with his cum and your cheeks were bright pink. It was so thick, so much. You were scared you wouldn’t be able to hold all of it in. He pulled out of you slowly, making sure you put his thumb on your hole when his cock finally exited your gaping hole. “Should I cork you? Make sure not a drop escapes your beautiful pussy?” He smirked as he looked over at a bottle of red wine, sitting on the granite countertop of his dresser. 

You thought for a moment and couldn’t help but lick your lower lip. “Please cork me.” Your response surprised him, this time he was the one who was shocked. His eyebrows raised slightly but he kept his smug expression. “Oh? If you keep all of it in till the end of your shift tonight, maybe I’ll reward you. My beautiful, little maid.” 

✿✿✿ Author’s Notes ✿✿✿ - Although I don’t normally write a note at the bottom of my pieces I wanted to address something. I’ve been seeing a few people that I follow having body shaming anons coming into their ask boxes, and that’s not cool. I am all for body positivity and feeling good about yourself. But there’s a difference when your tone is bragging, versus being happy in your own skin. And I am a bit on the chubbier side myself and want anyone that is uncomfortable in their own skin to know that you’re beautiful and loved. Usually my writing is for all body types, but I wanted this one to be a bit more personal for us Chubby girls. I hope you all still enjoyed this piece, and can all one day love who you are and what you look like. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and don’t let anyone ever put you down. Thank you. 

#erwin x you #erwin x reader #erwin smith #chubby reader #body posititivity #love yourself #aot x reader #aot smut #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x reader

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

Jin Guangyao isn't cruel because he is nice sometimes! No... no... just no. He pretends to be a nice, sweet person to get what he wants, it is exactly why he got away with the killings and plannings for the Yin Hu Fu, YEARS AFTER JIN GUANGSHAN IS OUT OF THE PICTURE. He's the only legitimate Jin left old enough to take over the Sect, who the hell was gonna argue that when all relevant Jins were dead and Nie Mingjue was killed by the happy smiling pretty boy?

First example, he was actively friends with Xue Yang, there is no saying he was coerced into that one since he recommended him as a guest disciple and made creepy little jokes with him.

Jin GuangYao sighed, “I only turned around for a second and you stirred up so much trouble for me. I only had to pay for a bowl of dumplings in the beginning, and now I have to pay for his table, chairs, pots and pans, and even bowls.”

Xue Yang, “You’ll miss the couple of coins?”

Jin GuangYao, “No.”

Xue Yang, “Then why are you sighing?”

Jin GuangYao, “I don’t think you’ll miss the couple of coins either. Why can’t you try being a normal customer once in a while?”

Xue Yang, “Back in Kuizhou I never paid for anything I wanted. Just like this.” As he spoke, he casually plucked off a stick of sugared haws off a vendor’s pole. It might be the first time the vendor saw such a shameless person. As he stared open-mouthed, Xue Yang took a bite, “Besides, you can deal with the trouble of me wrecking a tiny stall, can’t you?”

Jin GuangYao smiled, “You little delinquent. Wreck stalls however you want. I wouldn’t even care if you burned down the entire street. Just one thing—don’t wear the Stars Amidst Snow robes and cover up your face. Don’t let anyone know who did it, or it’d be trouble for me.”

He tossed the money to the vendor

A.K.A: haha you're funny and I don't care who you fuck over but be sly and

Next example:

And so, Jin GuangShan sought after all those who imitated Wei WuXian in cultivating the ghostly path and gathered them under his rule. He spent a great amount of money and resources on these people, ordering them to study and analyze the structure of the Tiger Seal in secrecy so that they could replicate and restore it. Among them, not many achieved anything, while the one who walked the furthest was the youngest Xue Yang, recommended by Jin GuangYao alone.

Jin GuangYao was overjoyed. He accepted him as a guest cultivator and gave him high rights and freedom. The corpse training ground was an area of land Jin GuangYao specially requested for Xue Yang for him to research in secrecy, which meant for him to fool around however he wanted to.

He gave a whole torture playground for Xue Yang to use, he specifically asked for this from his own mouth, for Xue Yang to use and he would check in on progress. As for his morals:

Jin GuangYao’s tone was somewhat reproachful, “He Su gongzi is a respected cultivator, after all. How could you refer to him in such a disrespectful way?”

The cultivator laughed coldly, “I’ve already fallen in your hands. What are you keeping up the pretense for?”

Jin GuangYao responded with a kind expression, “You don’t have to look at me like that. I also had no choice. To elect a chief cultivator is an irresistible trend. What was the use of stirring up trouble and seeking arguments everywhere? I’ve already warned you again and again, yet you were determined not to listen to me. Under these circumstances, things are already beyond redemption. From the bottom of my heart, I, too, feel utmost pain and regret.”

He Su, “What was the irresistible trend? What was stirring up trouble? Jin GuangShan wanted to establish the position of chief cultivator only to imitate the QishanWen Sect in being the only one at the top. Do you think all the world is ignorant? You frame me like this only because I spoke the truth!”

Jin GuangYao smiled, saying nothing. He Su continued, “When you really succeed, all of the world of cultivation would see the true face of the LanlingJin Sect. Do you think killing me alone would put you eternally at ease? How wrong you are! We, the TingshanHe Sect, teem with talent. From now on, we’ll unite and never surrender to you Wen-dogs of another skin!”

Hearing this, Jin GuangYao squinted slightly, the corners of his lips curving up. It was the usual kind, gentle expression. Seeing this, He Su felt his heart skip a beat. At the same time, commotion sounded outside the corpse training ground, among it the cries of women and children.

He Su spun around, only to see a group of LanlingJin Sect cultivators drag inside sixty or seventy people all wearing the same uniform. There were men and women, old and young. Every one of them was a cross between shock and fear, while some were already crying. Both tied up, a girl and a boy kneeled on the ground as they wailed at He Su, “Ge!”

He Su was shocked speechless, his face instantly as white as paper, “Jin GuangYao! What are you doing?! It’s enough if you kill me—why drag my entire sect along?!”

Jin GuangYao looked down and fixed his sleeves, still grinning, “Weren’t you yourself the one who reminded me just now? Even if I killed you, I wouldn’t be put eternally at ease. The TingshanHe Sect teems with talent, and from now on, you’d unite and never surrender—I was quite frightened. After much thought, this was the only thing I could come up with.”

Among the group are children. That he did see and stare at gleefully as he lets Xue Yang decide to use all of them for corpse experiments. What does that mean??? Maybe that Jin Guangyao is also not in fact best uncle as he similarly was willing to kill Jin Ling who he "loved" as bait to try running away and is more than willing to use his "friends" for his own rise to power or to run away.

Examples of him enjoying emotionally torturing others as much as Xue Yang as a tactic:

Example 1:

“That’s not the way to go about things, is it? The TingshanHe Sect rebelled and schemed to assassinate Sect Leader Jin with all its forces before it was caught red-handed. How could that be called without a reason?”

The ones overhead cried, “Ge! He’s lying! We didn’t, we didn’t!”

He Su, “Utter nonsense! Open your eyes and fucking look! There are nine-year-old children here! Old men who can’t even walk! How could they rebel against anything?! Why would they assassinate your dad out of nowhere?!”

Jin GuangYao, “Because you made a mistake and committed murder, Young Master He Su, while they refused to accept Koi Tower’s conviction of you, of course.”

He Su finally remembered the accusation for which he was transferred to such a creepy place, “It’s all made up! I never killed a cultivator of the LanlingJin Sect! I’ve never even seen the person who died! I don’t even know if he was really a cultivator from your sect! I… I…”

He stammered for a while before eventually caving in, “I… I don’t even know what happened, I don’t even know!”

Yet, at such a place, nobody would listen to his protests.

Example 2:

Just as he was about to move, Jin GuangYao smiled, “HanGuang-Jun, it’s best if you take five steps back.”

Wei WuXian suddenly felt a small, sharp sting come from his neck. Lan XiChen lowered his voice, “Be careful. Do not move!”

Lan WangJi’s gaze landed on Wei WuXian’s neck. His face paled slightly.

An almost invisible guqin string, light and golden, was tied around Wei WuXian’s neck.

The guqin string was extremely thin. It was covered in special paint as well, making it almost invisible to the eye. Along with how disoriented Wei WuXian was, unable to pay attention to anything else, he didn’t notice it when it wrapped around his throat.

“Lan Zhan, don’t! Don’t back away!”

But Lan WangJi immediately walked five steps back without any hesitation.

Jin GuangYao, “Wonderful. Now, please sheathe Bichen.”

With a clank, Lan WangJi obeyed again. Wei WuXian raged, “Don’t ask for too much!”

Jin GuangYao quipped, “This is already asking for too much? Next, I’m even going to ask HanGuang-Jun to seal away his spiritual powers. What would that be called?”

Wei WuXian seethed, “You…”

Before he could finish, the sharp pain of flesh being lacerated came from his throat. Something dripped down his neck. Lan WangJi’s face was pale. Jin GuangYao said, “How could he not listen to me? Just think about it, Wei gongzi, his life is in my hands.”

Lan WangJi spoke one word at a time, “Do. Not. Touch. Him.”

“Then you know what to do, HanGuang-Jun.”

A moment later, Lan WangJi responded, “Yes.”

Lan XiChen sighed. Lan WangJi raised his hands. With two strong taps, he locked his own spiritual powers.

Jin GuangYao smiled, his voice soft, “This really is…”

Lan WangJi’s eyes were locked on them, “Let him go.”

Example 3:

Wei WuXian wouldn’t have had to be responsible for a life as heavy as Jin ZiXuan’s, and the things that happened later wouldn’t have had to happen.

Yet now, he finally realized even the reason behind culprit’s curse wasn’t to frame him. Even the cause didn’t have anything to do with him!

Such a fact was truly difficult to accept.

As he laughed, Wei WuXian’s eyes reddened. He mocked, whether at himself or otherwise, “I can’t believe it’s because of someone like you… because of such a ridiculous reason!”

But Jin GuangYao seemed like he knew what he thought, “Wei gongzi, you really shouldn’t think like this.”

Wei WuXian, “Oh? You know what I think?”

Jin GuangYao, “Of course. It’s quite easy. You’re definitely thinking about how unfortunate you are. In reality, you’re not. Even if Su She didn’t curse Jin ZiXun, Mr. Wei, you’d receive a siege sooner or later, because of some other reason.” He smiled, “Because that’s what kind of a person you are. At best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go. Unless all those whom you’ve offended lived their lives safely, as soon as something happened to them or someone did something to them, the first person they suspect would be you and the first person they seek revenge on would also you. And this is something you have no control over.”

Somehow, Wei WuXian smiled, “What should I do? For some reason, I think you make a lot of sense.”

Jin GuangYao, “And even if you didn’t lose control at the Qiongqi Path, could you guarantee you didn’t lose control sometime in the rest of your life? Thus, someone like you is destined to have a short life. You see? Doesn’t it feel a lot better if you think about it this way?”

He takes little time in using others hurt or their protective instincts against them, and is just as gleeful to see others in powerless situations in comparison to him as it still gives him a form of control to worm his way out of everything that has caught up to him.

Jin GuangYao, “Ge, every word of what I say is true.”

His tone was more than earnest. Ever since he captured Lan XiChen, he’d indeed been treating him with respect. At this point, Lan XiChen wasn’t able to turn against him yet. He could only sigh, “Sect Leader Jin, I have already said, when you went your own way to scheme such havoc at Burial Mound, that there was no longer any need to call me ‘Brother.’”

Jin GuangYao, “What happened at Burial Mound was an accident, a mistake. But, I can’t go back anymore.”

Lan XiChen, “What do you mean you cannot go back?”

Lan WangJi frowned slightly, his voice cold, “Xiongzhang, do not engage in excessive conversation with him.”

Wei WuXian reminded him as well, “Sect Leader Lan, do you remember what you said to Sect Leader Jiang? Don’t spend too long talking to him.”

Jin GuangYao, “Ge, listen to me. I don’t deny that I did those things…”

Lan XiChen, “How could you deny them? There are both witnesses and proof!”

Jin GuangYao, “And so I said I don’t deny them! But to have killed my father, my wife, my son, ge—if not because I had no other choice, why would I have done those things? Could it be that I’m really so out of my mind in your eyes?!”

"Your… wife…” As though he couldn’t say it, he immediately changed his phrasing, "Your sister, Qin Su, did you really marry her while knowing what blood relationship you had with her?”

Jin GuangYao stared blankly at him. Suddenly, tears rolled down his eyes. He answered with pain, “… Yes.” Lan XiChen took in a deep breath. His face was almost ashen. Jin GuangYao whispered, "But I really had no choice.”

With a sigh, Lan XiChen continued, “Third, do not try to avoid it and answer me—did you plan the death of Jin ZiXuan on purpose?!”

Hearing his father’s name, Jin Ling, who’d been holding Jiang Cheng, widened his eyes.

Lan WangJi raised his voice somewhat, “Xiongzhang, you believe him?”

Lan XiChen’s expression was complicated, “Of course I do not believe that Jin ZiXuan ran into the attack at Qiongqi Path by accident, but… let him speak first.”

Jin GuangYao knew he wouldn’t be believed if he denied it no matter what. He clenched his teeth, “… I indeed didn’t run into Jin ZiXuan by accident.”

Jin Ling immediately clenched his fists.

Jin GuangYao continued, “But I’ve never thought of planning everything that happened afterward either. You don’t have to think of me as so clever and faultless. Many things can’t be controlled at all. How could I have known that he’d definitely die by Wei WuXian’s hands together with Jin ZiXun? How could I have predicted that Wei WuXian would definitely lose control and the Ghost General would definitely run a riot?”

Wei WuXian’s voice was harsh, “And you said you didn’t run into him by accident? Isn’t that self-contradiction?!”

Jin GuangYao, “I don’t deny that I told him about the attack at Qiongqi Path on purpose, but I only thought that he’d encounter some difficulties if he ran into you when you were being troubled by his cousin since he’d never been on good terms with you. How could I have known that you would simply kill everyone present, Wei gongzi?”

“Why was a sect leader who spent money like water unwilling to do the smallest favor and buy my mother’s freedom? Simple—it was too much trouble. My mother waited for so many years, weaving together so many difficult circumstances when she talked to me, imagining for his sake so many hardships. And the real reason was only a single word: trouble.

“This is what he said, ‘It’s especially women who’ve read some books who think they’re a level higher than other women. They’re the most troublesome, with so many demands and unrealistic thoughts. If I bought her freedom and took her back to Lanling, who knows how much fuss she’d make. It was best that I let her stay where she was just like that. With her conditions, she’d probably be popular for a few more years. She wouldn’t have to worry about her spendings for the rest of her life.’

“‘Son? Oh, forget it.’”

Jin GuangYao’s memory was extraordinary. With such a word-by-word repetition, one could even imagine that drunk expression of Jin GuangShan’s when he said these words, “Ge, look, those three words were all that I was worth to my father, ‘Oh, forget it.’ Hahahaha…”

Pain flashed before Lan XiChen’s face, “Even if your father… you…” He still couldn’t find an appropriate comment and gave up, sighing instead, “What is the use of saying all this now?”

Jin GuangYao shrugged as he smiled, “I can’t help it. To seek pity even after doing all these terrible things—that’s the kind of person I am.”

At the word ‘pity’, he suddenly flipped his wrist. A red guqin string wrapped around Jin Ling’s neck.

Tears still hung at the corners of Jin GuangYao’s eyes as he spoke, voice low, “Don’t move!”

"I had no choice", "I couldn't predict anyone would be killed" "He mocked and forgot my mother and I". He uses all of this as a try to convince a kind Lan Xichen to let him go. However,he contradicts his own defenses as he had said Wei Wuxian was always fated to die for his actions and lack of being to keep things under control. This empathy is faked on his end while he makes excuses all while he never extended the same courtesy to those he killed, innocent or not, and underhandedly still tries to get those sympathetic under his manipulations. When they are not working he resorts again to threatening lives. He uses his mother also as a reason for revenge, however his grab for power alone after Jin Guangshan and Nie Mingjue are killed was solely based on his own obsession of status at that point. His mother was no longer a goal to accomplish anything and his continued lies dragged in more than one innocent party to get what he wanted.

He never saw Jin Ling, Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, or Wei Wuxian as anything but pawns despite his soft words to them that are really just a mockery within Guanyin Temple at that point. He has placed none of them before himself in terms of what he cares for and never had.

TL:DR: Jin Guangyao's "kindness" was always a mask and Nie Mingjue was right that he was irredeemable, genuinely unkind and cruel as a person.

(Edit: Jin Guangyao stans don't even try, I will block you if you dare to reply to this)

#mdzs #mdzs mo dao zu shi #Jin Guangyao #I'm a little tired of him being painted as something he is not too #he would never have been kind to Wei Wuxian in turn as he used his infamy for his own benefit #he said he was fated to die anyways #that's not friend material #nor would Wei Wuxian ever willingly work with him #lol good friend and shushu Jin Guangyao #please this take is just as annoying as any of Jiang Cheng's excuses

[aminiatureworld]

Deserving

Characters: Childe, gn!reader

Word Count: 1,651

Warnings: None

Premise: Even those who don’t regret their choices can doubt their worth.

In which Childe feels undeserving.

Author’s Note: Since I’m no longer dying you get a proper length fic. I realized halfway through I didn’t write anything for Diluc’s birthday, but blatant Childe favoritism comes first!

He’d never expected to be in a relationship, expected to spend his entire life serving the Tsaritsa and her purposes, dying for the salvation of Snezhnaya. He had no need for romance, no need for any of those connections that humans did. He’d given that all up the day he’d stepped into the Abyss, and for a long time he’d managed to make it seem like it didn’t matter to him, even to himself. And then he’d met you.

You were the greatest source of Childe’s happiness, offering him a sort of sanctuary, without any attempt to do so. You didn’t treat him as a lesser being, as the automaton he’d turned into; nor would you accept his superiority, determined to be his equal in every way. It was refreshing, to have a relationship unfettered by bureaucracy or by prejudice. But it was also frightening, and the small voice inside Childe that whispered he was no more than a monster was quick to remind him how undeserving he was of your love.

Not that Childe didn’t think that already, that he didn’t feel that emptiness inside of him where had once stood his hope, his innocence, the piece of his humanity that could still believe in a good ending. Sometimes it seemed even his empathy had been sacrificed, and now he had little left of himself. All these feelings had only grown, given encouragement the more time he spent with you, the more time he realized how much was truly missing from himself. And though he tried to ignore these feelings, knowing they weren’t your burden to bear, knowing that he could never change what had happened, he still knew they were there.

 “Are you okay?”

You tugged at the end of Childe’s sleeve, eyes filled with concern. It was a lovely day, right between the beginning of spring and the end of winter. It was colder than it had been the past few days, and you’d taken the lowered temperature as an opportunity to steal Childe’s scarf. The tails flapped about around you, and for a moment Childe’s eyes followed the movement as he attempted to come up with something to say.

“I’m perfectly fine my dear. Simply a little tired.”

“A long day at work?”

“A long week. The servants of the Tsaritsa never sleep, as you know firsthand.” Childe smirked, ruffling your hair. The movement seemed to distract you, and as you batted at his hands, grumbling as usual about his work, the Harbinger wondered if it wasn’t dishonest of him to lie about such a thing.

 “I’m sorry I have to go again.” Childe smiled apologetically, checking his belt to make sure his wax and extra bow strings were there.

“It’s alright.” You smiled, leaning over to give Childe a quick peck on the cheek.

Childe smiled back, before leaning down to kiss you properly. He wondered if you could feel all the love he held towards you, if his lips could convey his regret not just in words. He wondered if one day these fleeting kisses would be enough to sate the distance between the two of you each time he left.

“I’ll write to you as soon as I find a mailbox.” He said, withdrawing slightly, hand still grazing your hip.

“I’ll try to reply.”

“Try?”

“No promises.” You teased.

“The audacity! Honestly, how do I ever put up with you?”

“Because you love me?”

“Yes.” Childe pressed one last kiss to your forehead. “Because I love you.”

If only my love were enough to keep us united, he added in his mind, too apprehensive to let those words be released into the air.

 My dear,

How very boring things are without you. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I’m not working in a glorified daycare, my subordinates more uncontrollable with every passing day. One must wonder if it’s even worth it to whip them into shape, for they make poor sparring partners. If you were here you’d knock every single one of them on the ground, before they could even wonder what an adventurer was doing in a Fatui camp. Maybe I’ll invite you next time, we’ll make it happen.

Childe couldn’t express truly the solace he found in writing to you. It was easier to write sometimes than talk, and it was easier to send his words out to you than rely on the memories of what had already happened. More than that it was the one thing that reminded him of his outside existence, of his world beyond the camp grounds and the men and women who dragged their feet around him, no wish to fight in them, only the wish to get a few hours more sleep. It was a depressing existence, if Childe were honest with himself. It’d become even more depressing, now that he missed you.

He set down his pen for a moment, sighing at the ink which was now frozen in its jar. Where were you now? Were you happy? Did you miss him? Did you resent the fact that he was gone? Three weeks was nothing to a member of the Fatui, how long had Childe been in Liyue before he met you, and yet now those weeks seemed interminable. And if it seemed so to him, he who was used to the isolation, then what would it be like for you?

The Harbinger sighed. Placing a blank sheet on top of his letter he stood up. He never got that much time to write letters. Maybe that was why they weren’t really any good. But you didn’t mind. Didn’t you?

 It was dark when he stepped off the ship and onto the docks of Liyue. Night had fallen, and the lanterns were lit, casting a familiar glow on the city which Childe had come to appreciate so much. Taking a pocket watch out of his pack he checked the time, cursing when he realized how truly late it was. Hurrying up the ramp he didn’t bother to look behind at the subordinates who were also plodding towards the city. If they got lost it was their fault.

The door opened silently, something that made the Harbinger breathe out a sigh of relief. Hopefully he wouldn’t wake you up. Setting down his things he smiled slightly to himself. It’d certainly be a surprise, you waking up to him next to you. Hopefully you’d forgive him for not waking you at 4 in the morning. Walking slowly down the hall, hoping that the occasional creaks weren’t audible, Childe slid open the door to the bedroom you shared.

The first thing he noticed was the chill of the room, something that surprised him. The next thing he noticed was the door to the balcony open. The third thing was you, leaning against the railing, gaze pointed towards the inky sky, expression somewhat distant. He didn’t move for a moment, taking in this small moment of intimacy. You looked beautiful, face glowing slightly from the distant lanternlight, expression serene, a soft smile playing at the edges of your mouth. And yet there was something opaque in your eyes, something that Childe couldn’t quite touch upon. It shook him out of his thoughts, and caused him to call out softly to you.

“I’m home.”

You started for a moment, spinning around to meet the Harbinger’s gaze. For a moment you were still, but then a sort of cry left your lips, as you barreled into Childe’s chest. He just as soon wrapped his arms around you, sighing softly, for the moment feeling nothing but pure bliss, pure love.

“You’re home.”

“I am.”

“I’ve missed you so much.” You drew back, expression ecstatic.

“I’ve missed you too.”

For a moment Childe hesitated, not wanting to break this moment, not wanting to go down that path of doubt, of fear and uncertainty. Yet he was tired, and slightly emotional. If he regretted it later so be it, he had to ask the question that burned in the back of his mind, the question that had once more reappeared upon seeing your expression.

“Am I worth waiting for?”

“Oh Ajax.” your reaction was immediate as you wrapped your arms once more around him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Always, you’re always worth waiting for.”

“But I’m away for so long. And when I’m here I’m still bound to my duties as a Harbinger. Nor can I shed that part of me when I’m not doing my job. I cannot get back those pieces of me that would make me a better lover, a better person. What if I’m just not worth it?”

“Don’t talk like that!” You let out a small sigh, that opaque expression once more visible in your eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that. You aren’t missing anything, you aren’t worth any less than me or any other person. You’re loyalties might be… unconventional –”

“You mean wrong to most?”

“I mean unconventional. And yes even wrong. There may be parts of your work I hate, things I wish you wouldn’t do or have to do. But I don’t wish for you to change. You. Childe. Ajax. You are who you are, and that is the person I’ve fallen in love with. It’s a choice I made, and I don’t question it, don’t regret it. So neither should you.”

“Are you sure?” Childe knew he was probably being annoying, but he didn’t care. Neither did you, it seemed, for you simply shook you head, an exasperated expression on your face.

“Yes. I will always be sure.”

Childe nodded, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from off his back. Suddenly he was aware of how very tired he was. Stifling a yawn he smiled once more.

“It’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“Yes,” you smiled, closing the balcony door and sliding the curtains closed, “we should.”

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Hide n Seek

sooo this doesn’t have a title but Liam came into my head and would not leave so? here we go? 

lmk if you like it or you hate it or want to see more. or if you have a title or anything to say or for any reason at all :) talk to me!!

CW: failed escape, escape attempt, environmental whump, big whumpee, tiny whumper, female whumper, nonconsensual drug use, drugged whumpee, scrapes and bruises, gaslighting, uhhh i forget what else. nonconsensual touching but it’s also nonsexual

Dark branches tear at Liam’s skin hard enough to draw blood, but he won’t stop running. On either side of him, trees loom up, huge and bristling with needles. The ground tilts sickeningly under his pounding feet, and as he slips and skids over icy ground Liam throws his body from side to side, trying to dodge the obstacles that pop up, seemingly out of nowhere. He’s pulling it off – barely – and then a towering red spruce appears out of nowhere. One of its lower branches, thick around as a lead pipe, catches Liam in the side of the head and sends him reeling.

Liam lands on his knees, breath whooshing from his lungs. The blow to his temple makes his head spin worse than it already was, and his whirling vision isn’t doing any favors for his roiling stomach. An unbearable heaviness in his limbs makes him long to stop, rest, maybe lie back on the frozen, muddy ground and let the blessed chill ease the fever heat in his brow.

As the desperate, exhausted thought crosses his mind, a faraway sound reaches his ears.

“Lavender’s blue…dilly-dilly…lavender’s green…when you are king…dilly-dilly…I’ll be your queen…”

The words are sung in a voice that’s high and light and almost fey. The sound stops Liam’s heart, makes ice water run through his veins. Dashing frightened tears from his eyes, Liam scrambles to his feet, ignoring the bleeding scratches, the ache in his bruised and frozen knees. Behind him, the voice drifts piercing and eerie through the trees, and, driven before it like a sacrificial lamb, Liam picks himself up and crashes onward.

Head reeling, body aching, so sick to his stomach he spends every step fighting not to vomit, Liam runs. He runs until he slips and falls, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of himself, mark bruises on his skin. Then he gets up and runs some more, staggering, faltering, missing steps, head empty of any instinct besides move forward, get away. The headlong sprint through the woods feels like it lasts forever. Snatches of song reach Liam’s ears, distorted and giggly. The forest rears up on every side like so many dark green walls – towering large, endless in every direction. Liam’s ears are ringing, his throat is dry, he can hear his own breath heaving unevenly in his chest. The terror in him is so raw and real that he can almost taste it, salt and iron, blood on his tongue. He’s choking on tears as he staggers onward, but scared as he is, all he can think is what if his sobs are too loud?

When Liam sees light through the trees, he thinks he’s dreaming. Stumbling forward, hardly daring to believe, he feels new hot tears spill down his face. Like a drowning man, he stretches his arms toward salvation, straining as if it’s something he can hold in his hands. Then he’s stumbling again, toppling forward, knees and then hands and then body kissing pavement.

Unable to stop himself, Liam sobs in simple, blessed relief. Pavement. The ground beneath him hard and unforgiving, solid and uniform. Above him, big plate glass windows spill yellowy light into the gathering darkness. The miracle of sidewalk, of concrete, of buzzing phosphorescent light!

Liam is weeping like a baby into his scratched up, icy hands. Now that he’s horizontal and staying there, now that the adrenaline has done just about all it can for his body – now, Liam starts to let go. His body feels both distant and incredibly close. He can feel every individual bit of concrete against his skin, and he can feel himself buzzing against the inside of his skin, and there’s a cloudiness in his head, a big and growing white threatening to envelope him, leave him blissfully out and unaware.

“What in the - ? Son? What the hell is wrong with you, son?”

The voice is gruff, incredulous, more than a little suspicious. Peering up through hazy eyes, Liam sees an older man coalesce into a hazy double-focus, bearded and grizzly as his tone suggests. The flannel-clad bear of a human recoils at the sight of the tears on Liam’s face, lip curling as he takes in Liam’s disheveled appearance.

“H-he-e-elp,” Liam manages, one hand reaching up, wavering and buzzing static in his vision. Even to his own ears, his voice wavers, rises and falls, distorted by hoarseness and God knows what else. “I n…need hel-l-l-p.”

Narrowing his eyes, the man continues to regard Liam with blatant doubt. Liam tries to morph his face into something acceptable, an expression that’s beseeching without being desperate or deranged. His muscles respond slowly, sluggishly. He can’t remember how to manipulate his face. Giving up, Liam leaves his mouth slack and just looks up, inches a little closer, pushing his body over the pavement, ignoring the way the cement rasps against his skin. He doesn’t want to try standing, yet.

Strange things are happening to the man’s face – his cheeks bloat, blow up grotesquely as he talks. His eyebrows, thick dark beetles, worm and writhe over his deep-set eyes, which are more like holes than real eyes. He’s towering over Liam, so tall the man on the ground can’t help but shrink a little bit against the pavement. His mouth is moving and Liam watches it with a dull kind of fascination, forgetting to pay attention to the words that emerge as shapeless sounds from that dark cave of a mouth.

“Help,” Liam tries again, seeing the way the word feels on his tongue. It sounds like it’s coming from very far away. “Huh…help?”

“Boy? What is wrong with you, boy?”

The man is waving his hand around in front of Liam’s face, looking for some kind of a reaction. When Liam just keeps staring hazily up, the man shakes his head. He starts talking, but the words dip and circle around Liam’s head, refusing to find his ears, refusing to find his brain. Every so often a word or two comes through – a revelation.

“…fucking cops…”

“Hellllp,” Liam whispers, turning his head to rest one hot cheek against the concrete. His head is pounding so bad it makes him feel sick. Or maybe he just feels sick. Either way, he’s wrung out, exhausted, ready to be done. Liam is tired. He gives up. He’s ready to be done.

Shutting his eyes to try to block out the loud and angry spinning world, Liam forces words out as best as he can make them. “Pl-l-l-e-e-eease. Please.” In his chest, he feels a little hitch come with the word, a shaky breath that prefaces a whimper. The sound is so small, so utterly pathetic. Liam didn’t know he could make a sound like that. “Ple-ease help me.”

The man squats down now to peer a little closer at Liam, at the young man laid out flat on the ground, not even trying to get up. “…what is…come from…”

The words aren’t landing with any greater frequency, nor are they making much sense, but Liam imagines he hears a grudging warmth in the tone that wasn’t there before. Maybe concern, instead of suspicion. Maybe aid, instead of exasperation. He lets himself slit his eyes open, see the hazy outline of the figure above him, leaning in. He lets himself hope.

Then he hears the gasp from behind him, long and loud, high and flighty and dramatic. Suddenly, Liam can’t breathe. He shuts his eyes again, trying to block the nightmare out, but it’s too late. She’s already here.

She throws herself down beside him, drapes herself on top of him, small hands roaming from his broad shoulders down to his waist, as if checking that he’s still whole. She’s so small. She’s always been so small. Doesn’t make sense that she can be all over him, everywhere at once when she’s so…damn…small.

“Philip!”

She trills it, sweet as any songbird. There are tears in her voice, real tears, and a burbling wet kind of laugh of relief that would tug at the heartstrings of anyone who had a heart. “Oh God, Philip, oh, don’t scare me like that.” She presses a warm kiss to his temple and Liam groans out loud. “Oh, sweetie. Oh Philip. Oh.”

One finger traces down the side of his face. The feeling comes through hideously clear and sharp. If it were a picture, it’d be Technicolor, while the rest of the world scrapes by in staticky black and white. Liam presses his face harder into the concrete, wanting to escape, to sink through, to disappear. She picks up his head and cradles it with one little hand.

“…know this…?”

Liam wishes, more than he’s ever wished for anything before, to understand the words of the man standing over them. Instead, the man remains indistinct, distant, unreachable, while every word she says rings loud and perfect in his ears.

“Philip is my brother,” she explains, voice so sweet it conjures honey on the tongue. “He’s…he’s…well, he’s not right.”

“…see that…”

“Well.” A firm but gentle hand smoothing over his wild hair. “We don’t know what exactly it is that’s…wrong.” Locked inside his head, Liam is screaming. All that emerges from his mouth is a low, indistinct moan. Above him, Delilah chatters on, her voice taking on a tragic tone. “We suppose it could be genetic. Or it could be…well, he was in a bad way with drugs, my brother.” She strokes his back, a long, possessive touch. “It’s not his fault.”

The man above them grunts. His voice is still so distant, coming in and out like radio waves. “…damn fool thing…cold.”

“I try. I really do try. He’s just…he gets away from me sometimes, I guess.”

“…huge motherf…little thing like…”

A laugh, carefully calibrated to sound just a little forced. “Philip is my brother.” Another long, tender caress down his back. Liam pants into the pavement, head spinning. “I love him. Of course I’m going to look after him. I have to.”

“…need help?”

Sprawled out on the ground, Liam heaves a dry sob. Those words, words he wanted to hear so badly just minutes before, now offered to the exact wrong person. The conversation goes on above him, but Liam can’t waste his focus listening to it anymore.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Liam takes stock of his aching body. His knees are bruised and sore, his body scratched all over. He’s exhausted and cold and his muscles feel distant, tingly and out of touch. Even lying on the ground, his head pounds and spins. If there was anything left in his stomach, he’d definitely have thrown it up by now. All he wants is to stay where he is and rest. He wants to feel right again, in control of his body and his mind. He wants to give up, give in, be allowed to sleep and heal and rest. Liam just wants this to be over.

But he can’t just yell surrender and expect Delilah to leave him alone. She’s hopping to her feet now, standing to shake the stranger’s hand. If he has a last chance, this is it, so Liam grits his teeth. Dredging up every last bit of meager strength, he places his palms on the ground beneath him and pushes up. His arms are shaky, and nearly give out, but he manages to slump into a sitting position before his strength fails.

From his place sitting on the pavement, Liam can peer up pitifully at the two people above him. The flannel-wearing man is facing Liam, which means Delilah is facing away from him. He has a window, a precious small amount of time, in which he can just maybe make his escape. Swinging his head to the side, Liam examines the storefront he’s ended up outside of. The vinyl booths, the matching countertops – it’s a diner, all the lights inside aglow. If Liam can just make it inside. If he can just get his story out.

He has to move quickly. Sucking in a quick puff of cold air, Liam leans back and pushes off the ground, flinging himself to his feet. Almost before he’s all the way up, he’s throwing himself into his next step, staggering forward with all the grace and control of a drunken grizzly. Speed is his only chance, and also his greatest enemy. As Liam lunges forward, his body gives out under him. He stumbles, wailing in frustration, stretching his hand out for the door even as he goes down.

Before he can hit the pavement for the second time in ten minutes, the stranger catches Liam. It sounds like it takes a good amount of his strength, because the man grunts as Liam’s chest smacks his shoulder, but he stays where he is, all but holding Liam up.

Even though the guy seems to have decided to take Delilah’s side, gratitude leaves Liam breathless.

“Your brother is heavy,” the man complains, his gruff voice booming through the air right next to Liam’s ear.

“He was a football player,” Delilah explains, and surely anyone could hear that smug, faintly covetous tone in her voice? Surely, this man can see the way she squeezes his bicep as she runs her hand down his arm?

The man throws one of Liam’s arms over his shoulder and drags his unresisting body toward a parking lot. Stumbling along, Liam tries to stay on his feet, though now his hectic vision is starting to fade entirely. On his other side, Deliliah hovers along, her hand so light on his back that he should hardly be able to feel it. Somehow, though, while his entire body is distant, prickling, offline, that handprint burns in his awareness, heavy and hot and stinging like nettles. Liam whines under his breath, trying to make his thick tongue form words.

“Shh,” Delilah soothes, drawing so close he can feel her breath on his arm. “Shh, Philip, honey, it’s gonna be all right.”

Still whining like a kicked dog, Liam is dumped unceremoniously in a foreign backseat. Crawling up next to him, Delilah waits until the man is seated in front of them to perch herself basically in his lap. With greedy, grasping fingers, she tugs his leaden body over so Liam’s head is resting on her shoulder. At first, Liam fights it, but when the car starts up the winding mountain road, he subsides. The curving motion of the road sets his stomach roiling, so he’s too nauseous to do anything but let his head flop back as he tries to open his airway and breathe.

Cooing, Delilah cards her hot little hands through his hair. “Poor Philip,” she murmurs, voice sweet and conciliatory. “Poor honey. Didn’t I tell you no one would believe you?”

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