#to feel compassion for her or for the observer to use their own moral sense to recognize what was done to her

[sgiandubh]

Hello how are you? I follow several shippers' blogs and I noticed that every now and then some bloggers publish hateful messages they received. My question is about mental health: how do you deal with it? I understand that your presence here is relatively recent, but have you ever regretted something?

Dear Mental Health Anon,

This is the kind of submissions I welcome with all my heart, because they are benevolent and witty. Forgive me already for what I suspect will be a long answer. It is not the pleasure of hearing me talk that prompts them, but the sincere intention to answer deserving asks as clearly, fully and honestly as I can.

The short answer is : I am fine, Fall is slowly coming and nights are starting to be really chilly. There's some light rain tapping on the roof of my flat and I will spend my week-end wandering around some of my favorite places on Earth. And now, onwards to the consistent and interesting ask of yours...

The worst trolling message I have ever seen in this fandom is the one I am immediately going to post below, because I think it should serve us all as warning and reminder. It was posted on a blog I have been reading from the beginning of my long lurking days on Tumblr: @cb4tb is one of the most balanced and articulate people in this corner of the Internet. I remember being shocked by its cold and very coherent violence. The feat of a casebook sociopath, who thinks her asks in Spanish (I am 200% certain about it) and who has an appalling command of English grammar. Written on Christmas' Eve and on purpose:

Compared to the alarming slander @cb4tb got (whatever for is a mystery, she is non conflictual and posts very witty business insights) on a day that should be completely taboo for every civilized human being (you don't need to believe in God to respect one of Christianity's most important celebrations), whatever hate I could get in here is definitely subpar. Most of it did not make it on my page and went straight to the bin. But it's not always easy: I am as human as you, Anon, and sometimes I feel personally insulted and revolted by the smugness and pettiness of it all. However, I must immediately add their hate never made me give up an inch of my convictions. They are the result of a long interval of watching and pondering, coupled with my own observations I gladly share with like-minded women all around the world. That often hits a nerve or bruises overinflated egos on the Other Side. So be it: I am not here to be meek and obedient, if I never was meek and obedient in real life. I am here to bring clarity and build trust, which incidentally resonates very closely to what I do for a living. That probably rates me as a moderate on the shipper spectrum, in the sense that by complete design I put aside some divisive topics I firmly chose not to discuss. I am not interested to bring attention on me, in here, and the least thing I'd like is to be a vector of discord. So that would also rate me as a peacemaker of sorts - and yes, that sounds perhaps pretentious, but I believe it is needed, especially now.

I only felt a clear intention to threaten me twice, both in DM. The first time it curiously came from one extreme fringe of the shipper community and I brushed it off, because it was an empty, almost ridiculous threat. I politely denied and that was it - two persons blocked me and there were no other consequences to it. The second time, an anti came to confront me on an irrelevant point, with a very aggressive undertone. I blocked and almost forgot about it. If you have it clear enough in your mind that such things cannot be avoided and, at the same time, you know that your own moral compass is not compromised, these details will not affect you. At all. I confidently promise you that. Last but not least: if you are not great with compartmentalizing, don't step in the arena. It can seriously ruffle your self-esteem and it's not worth it.

So this is how I deal with it: I focus on what I have to say (does it bring something new? interesting? positive? thought-provoking?), on the way of saying it (above all, be kind and gracious to every other shipper) and on the right moment to say it (only when I am honestly sure I can do it with no unwanted consequences). But I will stand in solidarity with any shipper (any single one of them) who is humiliated, belittled or disparaged, with not a single shred of fear in the world. And I would also fend for myself if necessary, if I am getting over-the-top slander: all the other yapping, I ignore. Sometimes (often, even) it's more interesting to watch.

And if anything else fails, I go for a long drive and have a coffee at the seaside or simply open a book or listen to some Bach or call Someone. Or take this little big guy out for a lazy walk in the park:

You ask me if I regret anything. Absolutely not. I have received more than I could ever give, in here. I have met spectacular women and men, I have grown very fond of and feel very close to. I have had the immense satisfaction of sharing their secrets, their worries, their plans and this means trust, in my book, for which I will never tire saying how grateful I am. I also strived to respond in kind and I mean to honor this unwritten contract. Last but not least, I have watched this community slowly dusting off months of sadness and perhaps starting to open up again.

And all of this makes me damn proud of who we are, Anon. Thank you for dropping by! You are always welcome on my page.

#Anon

[g-witchsulettaneedsahug]

Alright I've seen this take plenty of times now and I feel like some of y'all are honestly kinda straight up loco.

Suletta Mercury is not and never has been anything even resembling to brainwashed at any point in this series. I repeat, Suletta is NOT brainwashed. She never has been and seeing so many of you all projecting your own woefully unnuanced moral compasses upon the characters in this show is honestly painful to watch.

If you bothered to read Cradle Planet, the short story related to G:WfM, one of the main things that would become clear to you is that Suletta was raised in isolation. Specifically she was isolated from other kids her age.

This wasn't done on purpose by Prospera to raise her to be the perfect little pawn for her plans y'all, thats so fucking stupid. At this point its clear that while Prospera likely favours Aerial when it comes to securing a future for one of her children, she has never shown at any point that she saw Suletta as something to be disposed of in the sense of killing her. Her belief in the ideals of the Vanadís Institute and her hatred for the misuse of the GUND-format, along with her love for Eri would make it thematically utter fucking madness for her not to love or be fond of Suletta.

The short story and Eri talking about the past in the anime shows that Prospera treated Suletta the best she could, along with Suletta being familiar with various forms of media that likely show the importance of love and kindness, such as reading/watching about highschool and stuff from Earth Sphere media such as mentioned in the short story.

How Suletta behaves at the school and how comfortable she is to interact and look for her mother for comfort shows that Prospera did not hurt Suletta for being vulnerable with her and that she supported her daughter when she was young. Aerial mentions that Suletta at 6 years old only came to her for comfort when she was scared if Prospera was busy with work, implying that Prospera was otherwise most of the time present when Suletta was young.

The reason why Suletta is so shy and uncertain as she was is because of the people on Mercury. The people who lived there did not trust Prospera and by extension Suletta. They were seen as potential liabilities. Aerial recounts that they wanted Prospera and Suletta to be send away. Children are extremely observant and absorb this kind of bullshit, so at a young age Suletta basically internalised the message that she's unwanted and a burden. THIS the the major trauma that makes Suletta as socially incompetent as she is.

Aerial mentions how Suletta's infamous catchphrase about gaining 2 if moving forward was a response to trying to make Suletta be brave about getting a shot. In other words TOTALLY FUCKING NORMAL MOM BEHAVIOUR. Prospera explained that while Suletta could gain 1 by not getting a shot and avoiding pain, but that by getting the shot she could gain 2 by not becoming sick in the future and to be seen as amazing by the people on Mercury.

This is Prospera, explaining to her young daughter, that sometimes you need to be a little brave in order to succeed in your goals or to live a happy and healthy life. You need to do something you might be afraid of or be a little uncomfortable with in order to gain somethings benefits. Thats not fucking evil and if you think that teaching a scared child to be brave to prepare for future is evil manipulation then I fear for your mental faculties.

Suletta internalized this phrase, using it as a source of comfort. Whenever she's scared or afraid but knows that something needs to be done. Its NOT a fucking trigger phrase ala Winter Soldier, thanks.

When Prospera justified the deaths of those terrorists, she was speaking from the perspective of a survivor. Literally all her collegues, friends and even her husband perished in the attack from Dominicus under the command of Cathedra. At our most basic, humans simply wish to survive and if you have to kill others to do so then so be it.

Suletta's "strange" behaviour after that isn't her being brainwashed, its her being in a stressful situation and compartimentalizing on the fly. Millions of people behave strangely or as if nothing is wrong in high stress situations because they're literally working on default. There is no time to think about ethics or morality when you or someone who you love is under attack, there is only panic and making split second decisions that you can only pray you will not regret in the future.

Thats also not to say that Suletta doesn't know or wasn't raised in a way that held life in high esteem. On Mercury she was the primary person responsible for emergency rescue operations with the Aerial, piloting and controlling the Aerial herself in order to save people, who often were rude and mean and were likely unkind to her in childhood. You think she'd do that if she didn't think human life was worth something? Or be as kind and friendly as she is?

Suletta is a kind, hopeful young girl with humble if ambitious plans for the future, who does not wish pain or loneliness upon other people. She isn't an "I suffered so why shouldn't you?" person, she's an "I suffered and I don't want you to suffer too" person.

Suletta was raised to be kind, to be honest, to survive and to do her best. She's not brainwashed she's doing her best. She's not evil she's doing her best. She laughs and cries and is anxious and happy. She's a gentle person who pushes on to do her best anyway, even if she's scared.

So get off of y'alls high horses and "Suletta is brainwashed/is gonna snap and kill a bunch of people" bullshit. Prospera didn't raise a weapon, she raised a daughter and capable Pilot who can survive on her own even once she no longer needed her to raise Aerial's Permet score. She raised a gentle girl who did her best.

Suletta deserves better and I can only hope that Earth House continues to support her. Y'all need to have more faith in her as the heroic gundam protagonist she is, she's not a shonen hero who takes no lives personally ever.

Suletta is capable and strong and you all better remember it.

#g witch #gundam: the witch from mercury #suletta mercury #gundam witch from mercury #g witch spoilers #lady prospera #prospera mercury #Suletta is doing her BEST #fuck off she deserves better y'all are undermining her

[thetonethetollandthethunder]

Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-Scythe Curie makes a good point that also relates to the toll, in which it doesn’t matter if they kill Goddard or anyone like him because another with the same ideology will always come along without fail

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-Morals change when theres little consequences, Citra would never even CONSIDER pushing Ronda in the mortal age, but since people can just come back it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, it also shows how the concept of empathy and morality has changed in this society

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-“His was a life without substance, and now it would end.” God and here we see Rowan’s iconic self deprecating “emo” moments, people make fun of these scenes a lot but I fucking love em, it really contrasts Rowan and Citra. Citra has people who love and care about her, Rowan doesn’t, he knows that (in this moment) if he died no one would really care or remember him, so when he finds Citra, someone who does care about him and would care if he died, he clings to it. I mean when you’re that neglected and want SOMEONE to care even a little about you, wouldn’t you do the same thing?

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard’s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?

#the tone speaks #arc of a scythe #long post #this will make things a bit out of order apologies

[adrianicsea]

saw ask. so let's say hypothetically (not really) all the apprentices are autistic (they are) headcanon them

LET’S GOOOOOOO!!!! i do hc all the apprentices as autistic in their own ways (except adam, who in my mind/writing has standalone adhd) and i definitely write them that way in my fic, lawrence especially.

lawrence:

it runs in the family, but his parents were both very ignorant/in denial about it so lawrence thinks that there’s nothing unusual about any of his mannerisms. he has a sneaking awareness that He’s Not Like Everyone Else but i think he usually chalks that up to the decades he’s spent being closeted.

he loves and finds comfort in the ritual and routine of putting on formalwear, and i think he feels more comfortable in suits/formalwear than he does in casual clothes.

he has a hot and cold relationship with eye contact— he knows it’s important and that people expect it of him, but in prolonged conversations, or when he’s feeling threatened or vulnerable, lawrence can’t maintain eye contact the entire conversation and has to look away.

his, ah… halting speech cadence comes from his autism.

the medical world has been his special interest practically since birth. as smart and privileged and as “cultured” as his family is, lawrence actually doesn’t know a ton about other subjects (particularly related to literature/the arts) because he’s been spending all his time reading about medical stuff since he was a kid.

somewhat related to above, i think he suffers a lot from burnout because he doesn’t have any other hobbies or big interests aside from medicine and also because he’s constantly pushing himself to be an overachiever and ignoring his needs and shortcomings 😔

left to his own devices, lawrence’s eating schedule/sense of mealtimes is ABYSMAL. it got worse once he was actively practicing as a doctor, since his schedules could be so long and unpredictable. he really needs another person around to remind him when it’s time to take a break from whatever he’s doing and have something to eat.

his pattern recognition and observational skills are UNMATCHED, but he tends to only apply them to situations where he judges that there’s a problem to be solved. he probably couldn’t tell you the color of a house that he drives by every day, for example.

amanda:

she has naturally high empathy and a very strong internal sense of justice, right, and wrong. part of the reason she suffers and agonizes so much over her work as an apprentice is because the lessons that john’s drilled into her head are in direct conflict with amanda’s own values. (this is also complicated by the decades of mistreatment and abuse she’s faced at the hands of the justice system, which has further skewed her natural moral compass.)

she has a VERY hard time processing and moving through her emotions— any sort of high emotional state can put her into shutdown and/or meltdown territory very quickly.

amanda is very sensory-seeking and uses sensory stimulation to help with her emotional regulation. if there are no safe avenues for her to do this, she will turn to harmful sources of sensory stimulation.

hoffman:

hoffman has EASILY the highest sensory intolerance to loud noises of all the apprentices. part of the reason he constantly has such a bitch face and bad attitude is bc he’s been rawdogging the noise and bustle of working as a cop for 20+ years and trying to hide how much he hates the sirens and gunshots and such.

he doesn’t really like to talk, and he also struggled a lot with reading when he was younger (partially due to inherent factors and partially bc he didn’t grow up in an optimal learning environment).

he can understand some jokes/sarcasm/metaphors, but oftentimes it goes over his head and needs to be explained to him. he speaks very bluntly and directly bc MAKING those sort of speech abstractions is a little beyond him.

king of flat affect. his facial expressions and tone of voice are NOT indicative of his internal emotional state‼️

i think that, like lawrence, hoffman is aware that something about him sets him apart from his peers and makes them a little uncomfortable, but in his case he sees that as kind of a good thing since it keeps people from getting too close to him and possibly getting suspicious. what DOES kind of hurt hoffman’s feelings (though he’d never admit it to anyone) is that his fellow apprentices don’t really seem to like him much, either.

in terms of special interests, i think he’s always been fascinated by like construction equipment and big vehicles and stuff like that. if he were given a good pair of earplugs or noise-canceling headphones, he could literally sit and watch a construction site for hours on end.

#asks #squ1dn1 #thank you for the ask!!! love to talk about the sillies And Hoffman

[spacefinch]

Incoming MSB rambles

Against my better judgement, I have started reading some Magic School Bus fics and fan videos. I have taken care to avoid anything particularly dark.

HOWEVER: I do now know the feeling of “they would not fricking do that” that all media fans experience at some point in their lives.

In the (allegedly canon) Rides Again series, Phoebe is absent from the show. And it’s dismissed as “oh she went back to her old school.” No. My girl Phoebs would never leave her friends. She’s one of the best friends anyone could ever have, and she’s arguably the heart and moral compass of the class. It makes zero sense for her to just leave. And don’t try to write it off as “she was always complaining about the weird things happening in Ms. Frizzles’s class. Whenever Phoebe talks about her old school, she’s just making observations. Like: “this is new and strange, I’m not used to it.” I tend to voice my own observations when I’m in a new situation, too. Doesn’t mean I’m complaining.

Secondly: in one of the short fics I read, the author wrote Carlos and Dorothy Ann as huge jerks. (Said fic was mercifully short.) I’m here to tell you those kids would never be huge jerks. Sure, they have their moments of not being nice, but for the most part, they are amazing people. D.A. is smart, inquisitive, creative, and above all, there for her friends. Carlos is also very smart and creative, and is incredibly loyal. Whenever we do see him teasing others, it’s more of a joking-around teasing or an older-sibling kind of teasing, not a mean kind of teasing.

AND ANOTHER THING.

This isn’t a complaint exactly, but Mikey (Carlos’s little brother) needs more story time. He only got two episodes in the original series, and one in the new series. He’s one of my favorite side characters:

He’s very energetic and kind

He likes engineering and computers

He’s a wheelchair user (it’s never explained why he uses it, but I headcanon that he was never able to walk normally)

He’s creative

He has a good sibling relationship with Carlos— they both respect each other so much

I apologize for the rant, but I just needed to get this off my chest.

#Finch’s rambles #magic school bus #phoebe terese #Carlos ramon #Mikey ramon #Dorothy ann #fandom #does this count as kvetching

[strooples]

Some thought dumps on recent STL chapters

Heads up before I ramble off on some of my thoughts!! I didn’t manage to catch the new girl’s name so I’ll consistently refer to her as “New Girl” ahah.

So I thought of something interesting the other day after the new chapter released where **SPOILERS** Mitsumi decided to call it quits — as both her & Shima weren’t feeling into it with their current life circumstances, personal feelings, and the timing. 2 chapters ago, we were introduced to the New Girl when Mitsuma and Shima have a major falling out. And she proves herself not malicious (she isn’t there to cause trouble for our main characters or anyone else) but very perceptive at understanding other people, their backgrounds, and a peak into their psyche. Note this line below, as I find it particularly interesting:

Chapter 44

She mentions the good fortune and privilege of Mitsumi’s background — one where she’s had a supportive family, childhood friend, and hometown community her entire life. And although we can sense her words have a tinge of spite within them, we also know they aren’t directed towards being harmful. She notes her observations of both Shima and Mitsumi, things that are a deciding favor in how they behave in a social environment. And although I don’t necessarily agree with her logic, nor do I agree at all with Shima not standing up for Mitsumi when the other girls were clearly teasing her, I find her perspective very nuanced and interesting.

She’s the quicker character to catch on to something many others don’t. Namely, how Shima avoids conflict because he’s always been conditioned to do so for other people’s desires — to the point where we see his mom has previously taken advantage of him (forcing him to act for her happiness, as an example) and where he pushes himself along to other’s whims against his own wants (with Ririka, the girl he previously agreed to date, other classmates etc.).

DISCLAIMER: That being said, I don’t necessarily think Mitsumi’s case (being more outspoken and moral-compass driven when it comes to seeing wrongdoings in a social setting) are the traits of only those who had a plentiful upbringing. However, I see the direction the story leads us, and how Mitsumi’s upbringing contributes to her lack of fear or lack of seeking validation within group settings, as she was always given plenty of love, encouragement, and support to be herself — which would honestly boost anyone’s confidence.

Now, that leaves us to wonder how she came to the conclusion that Shima’a homelife was lacking the love and care which Misumi’s have, and the beginning of the chapter clues us in.

Hints of depression:

We can basically assume, without that many details, that her parents or family are likely neglectful. Purposefully? I am not quite sure — she could’ve grown up as another kid in Japan to working parents that rarely come home and have to make ends meet. Either white collar workers who often give up all their free time to the office or minimum wage ones who have to make ends meet. We’re not sure, and the author doesn’t make it matter. What matters is the effect: That they aren’t present in her life. At all.

So, she seeks the validation out at school a different way. Essentially charming over less-perceptive guys for temporary attention. As she seeks validation, molds somewhat of an image towards that goal (kind of like Mika Egashira does), for the purpose of the attention she’s always desired but never had. If her parents aren’t there, at least the over-excited gushing of some guys can sort of satiate any depression.

Not all of the means are likable — the way we might’ve felt when Mika’s methods were introduced. But we aren’t supposed to hate her. Rather, we’re made to feel very sorry for her, empathetic, and have a nuanced view of her motives. “We’re probably the same,” New Girl thinks to herself when observing Shima. And although Shima isn’t validation-oriented as Mika or New Girl is (he’s conflict-avoidant and passive, per say), he’s that way for the same reason: A neglectful parent, who made him feel unloved.

I find that she’s interesting however, in the ways she was written to either foil or emphasize a lot of the main casts’ tendencies:

Shima: Explained above.

Mitsumi: Obviously by degree of support in upbringing.

But a thought I’ve been having is how she would compare to the nuances in Mika’s and Yuzuki’s lives too:

Mika Egashira: She has a sort of Machiavellian approach in social situations (“the ends justifies the means if it adds to my goal” type of thing). However, Mika’s social chameleon abilities and focus on image stem from her insecurities and lack of confidence, even if it manifests in seeking attention. Although that’s part of it, it isn’t the main goal. Whereas, New Girl is more perceptive, seeming more confident in her words and judgement. She can also blend in quickly to an appearance in interactions. But she isn’t solely validation-driven when it comes to seeking other’s attention; it’s more like attention for the sake of attention itself she likely desires from her family situation and neglect deep down. Mika’s problem is more self-directed and internal, while New Girl’s is more external (family situation, upbringing) and has less to do with self-loathing.

Yuzuki Murashige: As almost a shadow to New Girl. Yuzuki was born into an almost-perfect situation, one many people would envy. With a close-knit loving family, affluence, beauty that naturally brings attention. But because of that, most people fail to empathize with any hurt or lonely feelings she may have. And the attention almost crushes her under it — the type both Mika and New Girl seems to desire from their classmates. Although we don’t know New Girl’s family’s economical situation, we know they aren’t close-knit in any form. What has always suffocated Yuzuki has always been a desire, a compensation, for New Girl.

I think these sort of comparisons are why I like the story so far. The nuance in understanding human behavior and bringing so many characters with different mindsets and problems, and with so much care taken, contribute to my desire to see some form of mutual understanding or resolve.

#skip to loafer #iwakura mitsumi #egashira mika #murashige yuzuki #shima sousuke #new girl #manga

[talesofesther]

Hi Esther!! Hope your having a fantastic day! I’m not sure if you remember my ask, you have so many now 😂 I asked you a few weeks ago on writing advice, mine was on the boarding school girls. I’m back again, only because I sort of need some help, so I thought why not ask someone who actually knows a great deal 😂 as you know my main character is a very gentle person, sweet and kind. But as i outlined my story more and focused on the family that owns and runs the boarding school, I came up with a few things. The whole purpose, ark of the story is morality vs darkness. Or yourself vs yourself, if that makes sense. This is seen by the young girls and there innocence and then having to choose between morality, the light, what you know is right vs what you have been taught, what you have been feed, sort of the brainwashing coming into play. The family of the school as you know has run it since the 1900s, passed down. They have accepted the truth of what goes down in the school, and to them it’s business, it’s a way of life. It doesn’t bother them anymore. It’s a sort of turning a blind eye to the problem. Only the main character, as she finds out about everything, deals with some problems with her estranged mother finds that she sort of likes the dark. The power and the authority she wields. She’s not a cruel kind of person, so I think she’s just very surprised and confused by it. But also conflicted. Her family are not. They sort of egg her on. She is the heir after all. But I don’t want her to lose her morality, her moral compass. After all her whole character structure was she was to bring light to the school. But I do want to show just how the school and environment effect her. And her love interest, who is the leader of the girls, tough girl herself. Observes the main character and how she’s changed and it’s a bit of a scare for her given that she’s seen enough things happen to the girls and she sort of freaks. Here are my questions.

I wanted to show my character being persuaded by her father (not known at the time) he’s a very persuasive man, think of those philosophical professors that have that knack for slipping inside your mind and manipulating you. I wanted to show her sort of taking in a new perspective, sort of like “everyone has both light and darkness. Does it matter if one has more than the other?” I was wondering, what are your thoughts when it comes to characters confronting themselves and there own morality?

The love interest. She’s very observant. She’s got a keen eye. How else would she be able to lead all the girls. But I feel like she’s always had a soft spot for the main character because of her nautical gentleness and kindness she’s shown her at the beginning, how should I show her reacting to the change in the main character? I have some good ideas but I think I just need some help with these. I want her freak out to have more depth and reason to it. Why shes reacting so strongly. But I also want the main character to be phased by it, sort of like “you see these things everyday and it didn’t bother you” sort of thing. The love interest is a very complex character. She’s moody and you never know what her next move is.

last question. Morally grey character? What’s your take on them? Hopefully this isn’t too much questions. You are such a sweetheart for answering these and I really do appreciate you Esther. ❤️😘

Hello honey, I'm sorry it took me a bit longer to answer this one, but yes I do remember your ask and your very interesting storyline. <3

So, first question; I think it won't be hard for you to write about this specific character of yours confronting herself. Because she's a person who's being thrown into a completely different reality once she enters the school, so naturally, her curiosity will peek. It would already be a good reason for us to see a change happening, and especially after her father plants that seed inside her head, the "everyone has light and dark inside them". You can write her starting to question her own decisions and the consequences of them, for example; "I'm used to doing things this way, but, what would happen if I did it this way instead?" ... As for questioning morality, you can even go a step further and make her wonder what is right. If all this time she had been living in a bubble and, actually doing things a harsher way is the right way, you know?

Second question; the reason for the love interest freaking out isn't a hard one to imagine. Think of the fact that she has lived in this school, and seen all the bad things that happen there for so long; so of course she would never want anything like that for the one source of light in her life. And the main character? She can feel... betrayed? I don't know if that's the correct word, but I'm guessing she would feel somewhat betrayed that, only when she acts differently, that her lover sees a problem, and with everyone else is fine. I feel like the love interest would want to protect her from this reality, that's why she would freak out when she starts noticing the changes, because she knows what happens if it doesn't stop.

Third question; morally grey characters, to me, are humans. They are the people who follow their hearts and sometimes it ends badly. They may try to do right and fail, and fall into bad tendencies but eventually find redemption. They are that sweet middle, not quite good but not quite evil.

#ask #writing tips #writing advice

[greypetrel]

6, 19, and 23 for the edgy OC asks!

Hi Mo! Thank youuu! These were interesting and a very nice character analysis, forgive me if it took a while.

Tis the prompt list

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Alyra: Not very easily, but would if a person she loves asked her to and insisted. Raina: If it helped her goals on the long run and isn't something too big, possibly. Garrett: Yes, following a person he deeply trust. He's a follower, not a leader, doesn't do well in leading positions. There are limits he won't cross, tho. Aisling: Under few and very strict circumstances. She needs not to have any other choice, sacrificing herself is included, and be absolutely convinced that choosing against her moral compass serves the cause she's fighting for on the long run. Radha: No way in hell without being forced, will hold a grudge if you force her to. Max: Very, very difficultly, and with a person she loves at stake, most likely.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

Alyra: She gets more oppositive than usual, stops blinking when looking at the object of her rage. She is cunning enough to start debating why and how the other person is wrong. Will yell if yelled at first, can keep a level head otherwise. Speaks her mind, won't be afraid of telling people she thinks they're idiots and either works to find a solution, or if the other person don't agree with her ("the AUDACITY-"), she leaves the field when she's done talking, find a solution on her own. She looks at everyone with a -4 to approval in automatic so you don't really see the difference to that when she's actually angry. Raina: Throws a tantrum, yells, finds the first brawl or group of thugs to beat someone's ass, gets beaten in return. She needs to let out emotion physically, once she has vented out that way, she's good to go and will look up to apologize. With a black eye. Garrett: Doesn't give in to the rage: he'll express he has a problem, but won't seek a discussion if he doesn't have a clear head about it. Will look for some outlet to clear his mind and process his feelings AND THEN discuss. Aisling: It takes a lot to get her angry. If she is cornered enough to confront it right away and the treshold of her people-pleasing is crossed, she'll get absolutely cold and rationally explain her reasons and why the other person is wrong. People would expect her to yell and scream and cry? No, she gets disdainful. (she yells! But you need her to be at VERY HIGH approval to get a negative feeling from her in the open). Then she'll vent it out by herself, isolating and/or occupying herself with something to let steam down until she's calm enough to, if needed be, apologize. Radha: She'll look at you in a way so that you'll know she's angry with you and disappointed. If confronted, she'll tell in no lack of particulars and incredible preciseness of details, such as can have only one person that spent some time in observing the other person, why you're behaving in a way she doesn't think it's suitable. She will judge you and tell you so. As soon as she told you what she needed to, her answers will get scarce and cutting: her thing is knowing stuff, so she'll know where to hit with the least numbers of words. And leave the field when she's done. She'll keep working with the person she's angry with, and honestly she speaks little anyway. She won't hold a grudge in the sense that she'll be petty about it… But she will remember if you don't apologize. Max: Snaps back at you at any given chance. Oppose you and debate everything you say to corner you. She is the one that uses swearwords, so you'll hear a lot of those too. Her voice raises up when she's angry, she gets concitated and sarcastic. After a quarrell, it's time to get in a spar, with either Wrex, Grunt or Garrus. The Krogans have the precedence purely out of the fact that Garrus took a while in understanding she isn't delicate and she is expecting her adversary to go serious on her, she isn't scared of getting hurt. Oh, and pump some music very, very loud. She has an Angry playlist, of course, full of old Metal.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Alyra: Hardest to process: Remorse. Hardest to express: Affection/Sadness Raina: Hardest to process and express: Sadness and grief. Garrett: Hardest to process: Guilt. Hardest to express: Anger Aisling: Hardest to process: Anger (she is a people pleaser, Hardest to express: Self-love Radha: Hardest to process: Romantic love. Hardest to express: Guilt Max: Hardest to process: Despair. Hardest to express: Fear

#edgy oc ask #pheeew this was long! #But very interesting thank you hun! #I also tried to be synthetic #character asks

[the-brainrot-central]

Heyyyy you mentioned having ocs in a post, I believe…

Do you mind sharing? I like hearing about other people’s ocs 👉👈

OMG YES IM SO GLAD U ASKED

MICKEY

——She is a demon??? I think

——Was intended as part of this little idea I scrapped where several souls get trapped in purgatory because the gods can’t decide where they should go, or something like that, and so they are all just in this blank void slowly going insane together :)

——Each one of them is supposed to embody a concept or a trait of the human psyche in a way

——She symbolizes rage, righteousness, strong justice, hatred, as well as violence and malevolence, if she were a sin she would be Wrath

——Screams a lot, cries a lot, eats a lot, sleeps a lot. Being angry all the time is exhausting for her

——Her existence is just pain

——Frequently violent, favorite weapon is a baseball bat with spikes on the end

——She is chubby and short

——Has ratty, teased up pigtails

——She has a stand (of course) that is a black goopy tar sort of monster, like molten lava that’s all black with fiery, glowing eye sockets or something

Goobie gumba

——don’t have a name for this guy yet

——gender-fluid, all pronouns

——is a shapeshifter

——just a sad, sexy little bitch

——so very sad and sexy

——also has a stand

Old as fuck dude

——no name for him

——he is also in the Shadow Wizard Money Gang (they love casting spells 🪄)

——aka he is also in purgatory

——gay old man, very wise, very kind

——mostly a passive observer of chaos but he will give you a hug if you want

——for some reason I can only imagine him as fucking dumbledore

——but like skinnier and more sad looking

——and with glitter in his beard

——a cynic through and through

——has lost all faith

——has been around too long

——good with kids

——enjoys tarot card reading——he doesn’t believe in all the spiritual mumbo jumbo, he just uses them to pass the time

——has a stand, idk what yet

——someone save this poor man

—

Frankie (evil ver)

——Nasty stinky little man

——Also a demon????

——I hate him so much

——But he is babygirl

——Basically he is a manifestation of me and everything I hate about myself lmao

——Serial killer, cannibal. He likes to torture his victims before they die, it turns him on

——He is more powerful than the others so he can leave the purgatory dimension for brief 24 hour periods. This is how he gets his victims.

——He can’t really control his urges, he’s like an addict

——Little sense for morals, very hedonistic——he values his own pleasure above most things

——He symbolizes lust, gluttony and greed, among other things

——Horny but in a fucked up way

——Long, skinny, lanky, gremlin sized. You can see his ribs through the skin. Bigass fucking feet

——His stand is this grotesque, lovecraftian flesh monster, some beast with many eyes and mouths, covered in some sort of gross liquid like saliva. He can also manifest his stand as a bunch of meaty tentacles, they look like colons/intestines with sharp suckers on the end (think of a sea lamprey)

——Goes into states of feral regression, in which he loses his human intelligence and his brain degraded to that of a wild, bloodthirsty animal, driven by instinct and visceral urge. He loses the ability to talk in this state, instead making grunts and growls, barking, crawling on all fours. He becomes more violent and impulsive in this state

——will eat anything he finds off the ground, doesn’t care how dirty it is. Free food is free food

——Collects trash and random trinkets from the human dimension, hoards them in piles

Frankie (normal version)

——is a high schooler

——very athletic, great at sports

——Plays soccer very well but he hates it

——very egocentric, obsessive narcissism

——Doesn’t feel love or compassion for people, only cares about himself

——very talented but very unmotivated, gave up on life since the day he was born

——he’s a creep, a weirdo, what the hell is he doing here, he don’t belong here

——Is a good friend, despite his personal shortcomings

——doesn’t really like his friends

——doesn’t really like anyone at all to be honest

——he’s just some guy

——has a porn addiction, is into guro (yikes)

——is just not normal mentally, in any way

——just a rotten little fucker

I have more ocs but these are the ones specifically from the Purgatory universe. Might make a second post about the other silly guys

#original character #my ocs my beloved #my ocs are my children #blorbos #just blorbo thoughts #authorposting #anon ask #thank you anon #anon answered #send anons #anon submission #goofiness

[daughter-of-melpomene]

MY GLEE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, IVY KEKOA

BASIC INFORMATION ---

FULL NAME: Ivy Kipi Kekoa.

OTHER NAMES: Ives, Kipi, Taylor Swift, Freak, ipo, manu mele, Kekoa, Miss Kekoa.

NAME MEANINGS:

Ivy - of English origin, meaning vine.

Kipi - of Hawaiian origin, meaning rebel.

Kekoa - of Hawaiian origin, meaning brave one.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius (born February 9th, 1994).

BIRTHPLACE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

NATIONALITY: American.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian (not fluently).

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic, asexual (sex-repulsed).

OCCUPATION: Student at William McKinley High School, part-time barista at the Lima Bean.

FACECLAIM: Auli'i Cravalho.

PERSONALITY ---

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin - "the serpent".

"Slytherins tended to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also had highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tended to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done. Slytherins tended to take charge and possessed strong leadership skills. They were often self-assured and confident of their own competence and can be very loyal."

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTP - "the debater".

"Quick-witted and audacious, Debaters aren’t afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, they’re not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light up people with this personality type more than a bit of verbal sparring – and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, so much the better. It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor, and they can be incredibly entertaining. They simply have an offbeat, contrarian idea of fun – one that involves a healthy dose of spirited debate."

ENNEAGRAM: Type Four - "the individualist".

"Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their best, Fours are inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences."

ZODIAC: Aquarius - "the water bearer".

"Aquarius is the sign different from the rest of the zodiac and people born with their Sun in it feel special. This makes them eccentric and energetic in their fight for freedom, or at times shy and quiet, afraid to express their true personality. In both cases they are deep thinkers and highly intellectual people who love to fight for idealistic causes. They are able to see people without prejudice and this makes them truly special. Although they can easily adapt to the energy that surrounds them, Aquarius representatives have a deep need to have some time alone and away from everything in order to restore power."

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.

"A Chaotic Good character acts as their conscience directs them with little regard for what others expect of them. They make his own way, but they are kind and benevolent. They believe in goodness and right but have little use for laws and regulations. They hate it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. They follow their own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society."

LOVE LANGUAGE: Quality time (giving and receiving).

SKILLS: Singing, songwriting, acting, piano, acoustic guitar, speed reading, cooking, knowledge of feminist history, sewing, observational skills, quick wit, dancing.

LIKES: Performing, alone time, songwriting, organizing protests, going to protests, educating people on important issues, spending time with friends and family, funny movies, comfortable clothes, being able to quickly come up with a comeback.

DISLIKES: Arrogant people, any form of discrimination, ignorant people, broken promises, boring situations, people insulting her heritage, being told she can't do something, violence.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, complete darkness, large dogs, tight spaces.

BACKSTORY ---

Ivy Kipi Kekoa was born February 9th, 1994, to Maile and John Kekoa, a couple who had moved from Hawaii to Lima, Ohio only three months prior in order to be closer to Maile's aging parents, who had lived in Cleveland for years. Young Ivy was fortunate enough to have been born to two dedicated, loving parents, and her early childhood was a happy, uncomplicated time.

When Ivy was six years old, during a visit to her grandparents in Cleveland, her grandmother put on a CD of the original Chicago West End soundtrack while cooking, belting out "All That Jazz" alongside Maile and dancing the young girl around the kitchen to the tune of "Roxie". From that moment onward, Ivy developed a deep love for musical theatre, singing, and performing, listening obsessively to any musical soundtrack she could get her hands on and, eventually, writing her own songs, wanting to be the next Joni Mitchell or Carole King if she somehow couldn't be the next Bernadette Peters.

Maile Kekoa was also a proud feminist, and made sure to teach her daughter to fight for equality as well. Unfortunately, there wasn't much room for an outspoken feminist Pacific Islander girl in small-town Ohio, and Ivy often found herself the subject of bullying and ridicule. She also entered into a fierce rivalry with fellow aspiring theatre star Rachel Berry, who always seemed to beat her out in singing competitions or for the roles in community theatre productions she wanted. She was, thankfully, able to find a friend in Mercedes Jones, a fellow outspoken girl who refused to take crap from the popular kids. Their friendship was almost instantaneous and mutually admiring, each girl regarding the other as something close to a sister and being amazed by her vocal talents.

As sophomore year of high school began, Ivy was looking forward to karaoke nights with Mercedes, going to protests in the nearby towns, and generally finding ways to piss off McKinley's jocks and cheerleaders. But when she spied a sign-up sheet for a glee club being run by her least-favorite teacher, she thought that perhaps this might be the year she finally showed the teenagers of Lima just how good she was - and hopefully show up Rachel Berry along the way.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

FAMILY: Maile Kekoa (mother), John Kekoa (father), Leilani Ikaika (maternal grandmother), Akamu Ikaika (maternal grandfather).

FRIENDS: Mercedes Jones (best friend), Artie Abrams (friend), Tina Cohen-Chang (friend), Mike Chang (friend), Kurt Hummel (friend), Brittany S. Pierce (friend), Santana Lopez (frenemy).

ACQUAINTANCES: Finn Hudson (acquaintance), Quinn Fabray (acquaintance), Emma Pillsbury (acquaintance), Noah "Puck" Puckerman (acquaintance), Will Schuester (acquaintance), Rachel Berry (acquaintance/rival).

ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Finn Hudson (brief crush), Artie Abrams (former crush), Sam Evans (current romantic interest, boyfriend).

TRIVIA ---

Though Ivy's grandparents fully accepted her when she came out as asexual (as did her parents), the coming out itself took about an hour and a half because she had to convince her grandfather not to immediately make "proud grandparent" t-shirts.

Ivy read Simone de Beauvoir's classic feminist book The Second Sex when she was only ten years old. She didn't understand most of it at the time, but it's one of her mother's favorite books, and she understands it much better now that she's read it nine times.

Ivy's favorite show is Star Trek: The Original Series, because she's been watching her father's old VHS tapes of it with him since she was a toddler. She would never admit it to anyone, though; the last thing she needs is to give McKinley High's assholes another reason to make fun of her.

She once punched Puck in the face after she spoke Hawaiian to Mercedes in the cafeteria and he made fun of her. He doesn't admit it to her until senior year, but he's respected her ever since for that.

Her first fictional crush was Leonardo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (also something she's never admitted to anyone but Mercedes).

Ivy can sing "Roxie" from Chicago backwards. It's sort of a party trick that she's performed at sleepovers and for the rest of the New Directions.

Ivy plans to move back to Hawaii after she's older and has retired from Broadway. She may have never lived there (outside her mother's womb, that is), but she's always wanted to reconnect to her roots.

PLAYLIST ---

i. "let me be your star" from smash.

ii. "anything you can do" from annie get your gun.

iii. "rebel girl" by bikini kill.

iv. "loser like me" by glee cast.

v. "21st century machine" by catie turner.

#my ocs #oc profile #oc: ivy kekoa #ch: ivy kekoa #allaboutocs #ocapp #ocappreciation #ochub #fyeahgleeocs #fic: let me be your star

[lionsword]

Nightmare Scenario [Cecilia & Roy]

Starter for @valkyrrian

Roy was discovering that there was no such thing as graduating from learning. In that respect, he hoped Celilia didn’t mind him coming to her for advice and teaching despite her belonging to a different House. There was no one he trusted more in the matter of tactics than his old teacher.

This case was particularly difficult.

Chalk scraped against the board in focused, quick strokes as Roy spoke. “This is the village perimeter, and these are the houses where our allies slept. Here are the Meteor Makers, and here’s where we often defended. Now, when we made our assault, we positioned ourselves here...” he trailed off, describing the siege of the village in detail, complete with Balfor’s birds and the numerous slimes and all he could remember, arrows arcing all over the diagram.

He turned towards Cecilia, who was observing him, once the battle was painstakingly laid out, worry on his face as he recounted the results of the nightmare.

“We won, since I’m still standing here, and this was all something of a dreamscape, but I wonder how we could have done better. One of the houses with our allies was breached, yet we can’t have predicted how to simultaneously break through and encase the entire surrounding wall with our sparse numbers to keep the homes intact with such a swarm of nightmares assaulting them. Perhaps bringing someone with a Warp staff for dealing with surprises would have been wise?” he pondered.

There was something else aside from his tactics bothering him. Roy laid his hand on the hilt of the Binding Blade, frowning.

“We were also fighting against previous allies, against a village whose walls I helped build myself. Rather, I thought I had built them, and I am concerned that I unwillingly showed hesitation. We did what we must, but I felt horrible. Betrayal and rapidly changing circumstances are a fact of war, but I... I- my blade can sense when the wielder doesn’t intend to kill.

“I fear my compassion may have nearly cost us lives, if I hesitated like that.” Roy swallowed hard, fiddling with the chalk in his hand. “It is a quality I have been praised for, but if anyone had gotten seriously hurt because I felt for those who turned against us, and my own weapon can feel my moral misgivings...”

#//roy did not have many combat rolls tbh but im flavoring it as like a subpar performance and now hes freaking out #//we love aftermath of events wahoo #thread #thread: nightmare scenario #valkyrrian

[mitskiesques]

Hey Nour! Can you do an MBTI analysis for Lilith Clawthorne, skrungliest of all

i sure can!! as i’ve mentioned before lilith is an istj (SiTeFiNe) which i kinda hate because it’s kind of the obvious answer which means most people get it right and i don’t get to be a woke pariah about it like katara being an infp etc. but anyway, lilith clawthorne is an istj if i ever saw one.

her go to reaction and the thing she leans on most is her introverted sensing. she has an inherent trust in established rules and institutions and systems in general from early on, not because of the establishment itself but because in her eyes, it has experience and it has a method that works. this ability to observe history comes natural to her, and she enjoys it. as for decision making, her Te is kind of... obvious, i guess. lilith is very organized and logical and always looks for tangible results.

her Fi is mostly visible as she leaves the emperor’s coven and realizes hey, this is a cult and it’s fucked up, but it took her a while to make the connection because she’s so focused on her primary function of Si and how to aid it with her Te, so on and so forth. she also tends to sabotage her own plans especially in s1 because her internal moral compass tells her what she’s doing is against her values despite the fact that she will get results like her Te asks of her. there’s the whole cursing eda situation which is a classic struggle between her Te and her Fi, and also lilith does prefer to get to know her own values and feelings by herself instead of looking for answers through connections on the outside (like,,,, eda,,,,,,) so absolutely no Fe in there.

something i find very interesting about lilith is her textbook Si-Fi loop, which basically means she gets so caught up in her Si (trust in the establishment) and her Fi (internal sense of morality) that she forgets to use her Te (general common sense) so she 1) fails to see or to admit where the system she dedicated her life to might be failing solely because she’s so afraid of change and spontaneity 2) goes through a sort of depressive episode, like when her mother visits or right after she leaves the emperor’s coven and wants to find a purpose as a witch or what have you and hooty has to step in and help her.

that last part also has to do with her Ne. being her inferior function her Ne tends to be a bit of a blindspot, so she doesn’t like change or spontaneity at all. she always looks for answers in the past (Si), rarely in the present and never in the future. this is also why she and eda clash so much (eda being a Ne dominant); it’s a thing about their personalities rather than anything else. sometimes however, lilith will act impulsively and spontaneously under certain level of stress, namely during separate tides i believe (first s2 ep?? correct me if i'm wrong). this is when she gives her Fi too much leverage without her Si instincts to intervene, and her go-to function for information gathering is Ne. that Fi-Ne combination makes her act sorta like luz (enfp); looking for a chance to explore and prove herself without a lot of basis on reality and without taking the real stakes into consideration. this ends up getting her in some trouble with some bees if i’m remembering things right and hooty has to step in and help her (like a dominant Fe king!!).

overall yeah that’s an istj. i don’t have any thoughts on her ennegram but i also haven’t taken the time to think about it bc. i don't want to lmao but i’m willing to listen to whoever’s got an opinion

#the owl house #n #asks #wandering-wondering-why #mbti #< might as well make a tag #also hiiiii its you again slash pos

[thetonethetollandthethunder]

Scythe chapter 16-20!!

Ayy we’re backk!! Let’s just get started shall we?

Chapter 16!!

-oh god the elegy—

-“Could you imagine me as a teenager?” OH YES I CAN OHOHO

-This also shows how much power scythes and especially Goddard has

-And also shows how bad of a scythe Goddard is as well

-Scythe Curie makes a good point that also relates to the toll, in which it doesn’t matter if they kill Goddard or anyone like him because another with the same ideology will always come along without fail

-this chapter didn’t have much but it IS good so ykyk

Chapter 17!!

-OHHH ITS THE MOMENT THAT EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS OVER!! SCYTHE FARADAY IS D-D-DEAD or is he? :) :)

-Rowan instinctively trying to protect Citra!!!

-it makes sense for most disabilities to be nonexistent but that doesn’t mean I have to like it :/ like idk why the way it’s done is just :// especially as a disabled person myself

-The way the describe Faraday’d death is already suspicious if you already know he isn’t dead but when you’re first reading it, it does make sense!

-OH AND THE SEPARATE TRAININGS BEGINS!!!

-“If I ever take on an apprentice it will be for a different reason entirely.” OHOHO I KNOW I KNOWWWW

-Again not much to say BUT still rlly good!!

Chapter 18!!!

-Part 3 begins!!

-SCYTHE CURIE!!

-Again I always forget the names of these places, falling water is a very pretty name!!

-Citra being angry about Faraday’s death OUGH, she’s rlly going through 5 stages of grieve style

-Could you imagine ppl in the future calling our decor and shit old fashioned? Bizarre

-I love how they make Curie instantly charming and likable with only a few scenes, good writing man!!

-What hobbies would other scythes have? I wonder…

-Fun fact, i cannot drive, tried to learn and crashed the car, oh how I wish driving wasn’t necessary like in scythe

-Giving us little notes about the comfort scythes can give

-We hear a lot about being stagnant in the Scythe universe, and like, yeah, if you were in this utopia wouldn’t you grow stagnant even quicker than most? You have nothing to do literally

-You can really feel how observant Curie is, she noticed the small details

-Jesus even Curie’s yelling scared ME and I already knew what was gonna happen! She’s rlly intimidating—

-Gotta uphold your image!!

-“Another Scythe might have exacted a punishment far worse.” *COUGH COUGH GODDARD*

-Again shit names!! Barton Breen??? What??

-20 kids,, Jesus,,

-You can Curie’s own version of compassion, it’s different from Faradays yet still wonderful

-She did find her own way of gleaning!!

-Again FUCK Goddard!!

-I do wonder what would happen if Citra was trained by Goddard instead of Rowan…

-“Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.” GOD THAT LINEE

-Amazing chapter!! Told a LOT abt Curie!!!

CHAPTER 19!!!!

-Oo!! I thought this moment happened in Thunderhead but I misremembered!!

-Tho I THINK something similar happens??? Idk maybe my memory is fuckin with me ushejdj

-ALSO DAMN CITRA!! Pushin girls in front of TRUCKS holy fuck!!!

-Hate the eating descriptions!!

-TELL THE MOTHER YOU TWO!!! LIKE CMON??

-Cindy lmaoo, whenever someone whitewashes Citra im gonna call it Cindy instead <3 spite

-“err on the side of respect.” LMAO love that line

-RONDA ROADKILL IM DYINGGGGGG and so did she! (Temporarily but yk)

-“Can i throw you under a truck some other time?” She’s a busy person! I’d totally throw Citra under a truck! Would be fun!

-Morals change when theres little consequences, Citra would never even CONSIDER pushing Ronda in the mortal age, but since people can just come back it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing, it also shows how the concept of empathy and morality has changed in this society

-“the cloud” like icloud! Guess apple won in this world!

-“The machine had a purer soul than any human” NO IT DOESNT IVE SEEN AI ART YOU CANT FOOL ME!!!

-FUCK YOU SCYTHE GODDARD!!!

-OO TIME FOR CITRA TO INVESTIGATE!! I remember LOVING this plot so!!!!

Chapter 20!!

-Rowan finally!!! I missed you!!!!!

-He doesn’t wanna kill Citra!!! The beginning of his devotion to her UGHHH

-god hes only 17, I think we forgot how young these characters are, they really are just kids being pushed into this horrible situation god,,,

-“His was a life without substance, and now it would end.” God and here we see Rowan’s iconic self deprecating “emo” moments, people make fun of these scenes a lot but I fucking love em, it really contrasts Rowan and Citra. Citra has people who love and care about her, Rowan doesn’t, he knows that (in this moment) if he died no one would really care or remember him, so when he finds Citra, someone who does care about him and would care if he died, he clings to it. I mean when you’re that neglected and want SOMEONE to care even a little about you, wouldn’t you do the same thing?

-He already wants to change things!! And he will!! He will change a lot, though not as much as his girlfriend!!

-VOLTA!!

-“So is there a reason why you choose your robes to be the color of piss?” HA one of my favorite lines!!

-“the Change” god their ideology—, the fact they’re all thinking that they’re changing things for the better really shows how convincing of a man Goddard is, GOD i hate him!!!

-Ans here we have Goddard’s MANY parties

-my sensory issues would hate this

-I accidentally spelled Goddard’s name as Goodard which…Isn’t that so Ironic?

-“Bimbotech” Neal I’m BEGGING you to stop

-“Rowan wondered if the man had a diamond-studded bathing suit in his waredrobe as well.” He would because he’s a vain prick!!

-HES UNDERAGE STOP GIVING HIM ALCOHOL!! *Looking at you RAND especially ya creep—*

-“He was lucky if they even remembered to get him a gift” rowans parents man,,, He was really fucking neglected man it’s so awful, and the fact he still cares about them despite that GODDD

-See how goddard bend the rules? See how he twists them to make them fit what HE wants? Yeah, he’s gonna do that a lot; again, fuck you Goddard

-ESME!!! Shes backk!! And he’s right! She’ll be important!!

-GOD this is a good chapter, rowan my beloved!!

And that’s it!!! Next time will be chapters 21-25!! We’re going so fast aren’t we?

[valorums]

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? / What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them? / Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

── ⠀⠀@lostwcrlds

⠀⠀[ ⠀⠀ FROM edgy / miscellaneous oc questions⠀⠀]

WHAT OTHERS DON’T EXPECT:

Upon first examination, observers may not realize that behind THE SONGBIRD’S porcelain features resides an undercurrent of WICKED CUNNING utilized for the greater good through the delicate endeavor of maintaining her connection with the REPUBLIC’S CITIZENS. Shi’al possesses a sharp eye for the shifting TRENDS or SENTIMENTS amongst the galaxy at large, and when employed alongside her peculiar awareness of CULTURES other than her own, these gifts transform her into a formidable POLITICIAN and unstoppable ACTIVIST.

⠀⠀Given her slender, delicate physique, it is only natural for those who make her acquaintance to also underestimate Shi’al’s FEROCITY. Although often INFURIATING to no end, Shi’al discovered early in her life that this phenomenon granted her a rare ADVANTAGE in combat. If Shi’al could lure her foes into the false security garnered from perceiving her as an EASY CONQUEST, then gaining the upper hand would be effortless. Hardly do new acquaintances believe that she is qualified to teach martial arts classes, until they witness her in the midst of combat for themselves.

Individuals who belong to the WORKING CLASS or otherwise MARGINALIZED communities frequently underestimate the GENUINE compassion that Shi’al holds towards their plight. Their prior experiences of interacting with WEALTHY beings or NOBLE LINEAGES render them JADED regarding her true intentions, and never do they expect the extent to which she is willing to fight in order to WIN THEIR TRUST. Shi’al truly does have the best of intentions within her HEART OF GOLD, and her key motivation as a character is to DO WHAT IS BEST for the galaxy. In fact, convincing Shi’al that his reign will lead to the betterment of the galaxy is the ultimate tactic which EMPEROR PALPATINE employs to twist and corrupt her steadfast morality so that she may remain his puppet forever. Her GOOD INTENTIONS, therefore, are oftentimes the most genuinely unexpected aspect of her character. One might go so far as to ascertain that SHI’AL VALORUM INHERENTLY PERSONIFIES THE UNEXPECTED.

CHARACTER EVOLUTIONS:

Throughout the ongoing process of developing her character, various elements of Shi’al underwent NUMEROUS CHANGES. The first prominent transformation that came to mind upon receiving this prompt, however, was the INADVERTENT shift of Shi’al’s canonical narrative arc into an explicit parallel to COUNT DOOKU’S. This alteration of her role within the story of Star Wars was never meant to occur; it just happened entirely on accident, but has nevertheless remained in place.

REMINISCENT QUOTATIONS:

•     ❛    I do my best to love everybody.    ❜ — Harper Lee / To Kill a Mockingbird

•     ❛    Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.    ❜ — Orson Scott Card / Ender’s Game

•     ❛    I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back. No one who cared … or even noticed.    ❜ — Kate Winslet / Titanic (1997)

•     ❛    The bravest people are the ones who don’t mind looking like cowards.    ❜ — T.H. White, The Once and Future King

•     ❛    It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.    ❜ — Jane Austen / Sense and Sensibility

#⠇ askbox replies ⠇ ━━━ all i ask of you #⠇ headcanons ⠇ ━━━ the songbird trapped in a golden cage

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Yes, yes, of course, my little-"

"Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you. I will destroy you."

"Is that a threat?"

"A promise."

"Try it."

"I will."

"..."

"..."

"Little lord..."

"I'm too tired for your bullshit, Sebastian. Make me pancakes."

"As you wish, my tiny love."

"I'm not tiny."

"Well... you're not wrong."

"Bugger yourself."

"Perhaps I'll be able to make that special syrup."

"I'm going back to bed. Do not ever let Finny cook again."

"I'll have Bard do it next time."

"I do like having my kitchen intact."

"I'm the one who uses it. Besides, I can easily repair any damage they manage to do."

"I don't care; it's the principle of the thing. Our friends can share our television, our bathroom, our couch, even our bed. But they stay out of the kitchen."

"Sorry, love. Won't happen again."

"I feel like our roles have reversed. Usually you give lectures."

"Perhaps I enjoy seeing you in charge again."

"Yup, I'm definitely going back to bed."

"See you in twenty minutes, my little dumpling."

"What did I say about food names?!"

"Sleep well..."

"..."

"Ciel."

Chapter 22: And baby makes... four?

Summary:

My current favorite ship have a baby. And Toutetrien is a masterpiece.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"...and then we made a loop-dee-loop. And I fell onto the grass. But Mama said I was getting better. He says that maybe I'll be able to make it all the way to Mommy's house by the end of the month."

"Did he now?" The blunette turned a page in his novel carefully, so as not to jostle the small child perched on his leg. He had never thought he would end up in the situation he was in now. His child sat on his leg, their emerald green and sapphire blue eyes staring like big, bright pools. He kissed them on the forehead.

"Papa, are you listening?" The child huffed, irritated. They seemed to have developed Sebastian's sense of manners. They hated it when their father did not make direct eye contact when they spoke.

"Of course I am. You practiced flying with Mama, and he said that you might be able to reach Mommy's house by the end of the month. If you keep practicing."

"I never said that part."

"Yes, but we both know he did."

"And you forgot about the loop-dee-loop."

"I did not forget. I simply chose to exclude that detail from my summary."

"Oh." The child closed their blue eye and stared wordlessly at their father.

"She is doing better. It was hard for her to carry you for the first half."

"But she hasn't even come to see me yet."

"Mommy cannot move. You took a lot of her strength from her when Mama took over carrying you."

"I needed it."

"We know. Now she's getting it all back naturally."

"Well, take me to see her and I can give her more."

"You know that we can't do that."

The child pouted, their 'Ciel' eye still closed, making their face shift even more into their 'Elizabeth' features.

The young demon rolled his eyes. His child always knew how to pull at his heartstrings. And they had only been capable of conscious thought for about a month now. It was interesting to observe how this hybrid child developed compared to normal human and demon children of the same age. One month old humans could barely move on their own, while Toutetrien* was already running around. Demon newborns were just beginning to develop their abilities, but T already had a strong grasp of the basics. Human newborns could barely think and demon newborns were practically feral, but T had a highly developed moral compass and a strong understanding of multiple forms of verbal and non-verbal communication.

The three parents' relationship was excessively strange. When Elizabeth began to beg for a child, Sebastian was highly opposed. It had caused a great deal of animosity between the two, simply because Lizzy had been so stubborn she wouldn't listen to reason. But eventually Ciel managed to explain Sebastian's side. The demon offspring would most likely kill her.

Toutetrien's eye opened and both green and blue suddenly bled into a bright crimson, startling Ciel from his musings. The child hopped off their father's leg to embrace their parent.

"Mama!"

Ciel's eyes, both violet and sapphire, focused on his once butler. The elder demon's expression shifted into one of pure delight as he lifted T into his arms.

"She's up."

Notes:

Tout et rien, french for 'all and none'. T is a child born from Elizabeth, Sebastian, and Ciel. Sebastian and Elizabeth took turns carrying them, Sebastian changing his internal sex for the process. Elizabeth's body could not handle the strain of the demon majik. T has, in this fic, no genetalia, as they don't need them. T is one of the weirdest ideas I've ever had for this fandom. I like CielxLizzyxBassy, so I've been experimenting with how to write little ficlets for them.

Chapter 23: SEBETH!

Summary:

So I wrote this for a reader on ff.net, and totes forgot to put it here... Probably because it's super short...

Chapter Text

This is for one of my darling little fledglings, emeraldd30, and I know that it's terrible and because it was written in like... five minutes.

Set far into the future...

It was strange, the relationship between Sebastian and his young master's wife. Perhaps it was because he was a demon; such betrayals were natural to him. Perhaps it was because she, as full of life as she was, was so terribly tempting. Either way, they found themselves betraying the blue-eyed boy night after night. And when he found out, was he honestly surprised? No. Ciel had known, somewhere inside of him, of the happenings between his butler and bride. But he didn't much care. Let them partake in such depravity. This marriage was not his choice. And he only desired to see Elizabeth happy. So if she was content to settle for a butler, let her.

He was just upset because he still hadn't gotten his blasted revenge. Honestly, Sebastian prided himself on his ability to satisfy- oh yes. No wonder nothing was getting done. His servant was too busy satisfying his wife to pay attention to their initial contract. Well... if that was what those two desired... Ciel was sure something could be arranged.

emeraldd30 darling, don't hate me. My mind spits randomness out. I will write a better version...(hopefully, dear, don't hold me to that) when I can. But it needed to be written so... here it is.

Chapter 24: The Queen's Guard... Pig

Notes:

Thank you, Lainie (mislainieous), for this idea with your comment on D and F (The Duke and The Fledgling).

I told you I'd do it. A bunch of short little bits all in one.

Chapter Text

This is a bit of a rewrite of the familiar scene in D and F, but with a different animal. If you don't know what I'm talking about; go read The Duke and The Fledgling. And if anyone has any particular animals they want to see, I can probably do a chapter for it. Yes, I can see the title now: Phantomhive Familiars. That was almost the name of this chapter, but I saw a little clever wordplay that I could make better use of.

Ciel closed his eyes. He honestly didn't know what traits made him up, so he just waited, and thought of varying memories. It didn't take too long for his body to change. He began with feeling his new body parts. He had for legs, but they were kind of short. He had a large nose, and he sniffed a bit and found that it moved around. He could feel something protruding from is bottom, he figured it was a tail. He opened his eyes to see that he was much lower to the ground than he was used to, as though he were on his hands and knees. He tried frowning, which didn't quite work as his new face wasn't made for that. He sat down and, instead of the huff he was intending, he squealed.

"OH GOD, AM I A PIG?!" he tried to shout, but another squeal was all he could manage. That was when he realized the strange silence. It was like a sound was trying to escape, but someone was holding it back. He looked around the room and made eye contact with Alois. He could feel the silence break as the blonde burst into laughter.

"Ha, ha, I guess, hee hee, your, heh, pigheadedness got, hahaha, the best of you!" The boy managed to gasp out.

~Oh shut up~ Ciel squealed, ~You sound like the Undertaker.~ The blunette turned to glare at Malphas, only to see that the elder was visibly holding back chuckles of his own.

~Really? Really, Malphas?~

The duke laughed, not as explosively as Alois, but the gentle laughter seemed to irritate Ciel even more. The pig looked over at Leviatha, Because, why not?, and she too began to laugh. The young demon simply sat in the middle of the room, staring -_- faced as the laughter played itself out.

Malphas was the first to come down, "Ah~ You can't blame us for laughing. Alois made a perfectly valid point. But, I suppose this means I was wrong."

~What did you think I was going to be, then?~

"Oh, I was sure you were going to be a cat."

~Oh, of course YOU would, you cat obsessed idiot!~

"Now, now, there's no need to throw around insults. Besides, it's your fault you're like this."

~What do you mean?~

"I completely attribute this to your eating habits."

~Go bugger yourself, Malphas.~

The elder simply chuckled.

If they just kept going as demons...

"No, no, my lord. Not like that." He frowned at the boy's pink face. Ciel looked as though he was concentrating so hard he might pop.

The young demon sighed and opened his eyes. Their blood red color still unsettled Sebastian, but he was getting used to it, "Then what do you suppose I do?"

"You must relax."

Ciel groaned, "You keep saying that! Ugh! Bring me something sweet."

"My lord, this is no time to be snacking." Sebastian said sternly.

"You want me to relax, don't you?" The blunette snapped.

The raven sighed and headed to the sweets cupboard. His young lord had no intention of making contracts himself, or hunting like a lower class demon, so Sebastian managed to lure those eager for death, and collected a nice store of souls. Souls that would have otherwise been wasted, as these dead became Shinigami. He plucked a young soul, his young lord liked the sweetness of depressed youths, and made a cup of New Moon Drop. He brought to snack to the little devil, and the child happily gobbled it up.

"Now, again." Sebastian instructed.

Ciel sighed and stretched. His belly was full, the sweetness of a soul rested on his tongue, and he felt calm, if not a tad drowsy. He closed his eyes and felt his energy align. A gentle light filled the room, and when it faded away, Sebastian could only stare. And the large, pearly pink pig in the place Ciel had been standing stared back.

The young creature looked at himself. His face contorted into a frown, a very strange sight to see on a pig, "I'm a bloody pig?"

"I told you it wasn't the time for snacking."

"Oh bugger off, this isn't because I just ate."

"No, it's because you never stopped eating. I knew it would catch up to you."

"Well, jokes on you. I don't mind this form. In fact," the pig dropped to his side and closed his eyes, "I'm going to enjoy it."

"My lord, you still have your Latin and violin lessons."

But the boy who was a demon who was a pig, was already snoring.

Ciel's had a nightmare, and Sebastian is keeping him company. Random thoughts from a tired child...

"Sebastian, you remember how you came to me as a raven?"

The demon looked up from his knitting. His young lord was sitting in bed, eating a cookie. He'd needed something to eat after his nightmare, so the demon had whipped up a batch of sugar cookies. He knew the warmth and sweetness would eventually draw his young master back into sleep.

"Yes, I do recall that particular detail."

"What do you think I would be? If I was a demon?"

The demon laid his knitting in his lap and put his glasses on the nightstand beside him. He looked Ciel over. The small child was very gentle and precious, but he was very greedy. And with the cookie in his hand, Sebastian could think of nothing more fitting than, "A piglet."

The boy blinked slowly, the gentle candle light illuminating the sapphire and violet of his eyes, "Oh."

There was no more talking then, as the child finished his cookie and the butler finished his knitting. When Ciel was done, Sebastian rose and tucked him in once more. As he began to close the door, his young master's voice rung out once more.

"Sebastian?"

The demon turned towards his little lord, "My lord?"

"Oink." With that the boy turned over and Sebastian closed the door, shaking his head and chuckling softly. He would never figure that child out.

Chapter 25: Sebby

Chapter Text

Sebby (Mod AU [after Season II]; inspired by "Jenny" by Studio Killers)

"Sebby, darlin', you're my best friend. But there's a few things that you don't know." Ciel sang along to his favorite song (of the month), changing the lyrics just a bit to make it more personal.

"I wanna ruin our friendship; we should be lovers instead. I don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend."

Sebastian stood outside the blunette's bedroom. His time with Ciel during the boy's first few decades as a demon had been torture. He'd been basically forced to repeat the first few years of their contract; they'd been very cruel to each other. But after that, in the next century, they'd become good friends. Best friends, in fact. The elder demon had done his best to help his master adapt to different time periods, which was one of the most useful skills a demon could have. During that training of sorts, they'd grown closer and Ciel had become more expressive, realizing that he could be more open seeing as they would be spending the rest of eternity together.

"Sebby, darlin', you're my best friend. I've been doing bad things that you don't know about. Stealing your stuff now and then. Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me."

The younger demon's pleasant soprano voice reminded Sebastian of his little lord's favorite method of expression: music. His favorite song often reflected his inner emotions, and made it easier to tell if the boy was upset. The boy had been listening to this particular tune for a while, but he only switched up the lyrics when he was certain his butler was no where near. And seeing that the red-eyed demon could easily mask his presence, he heard the modified lyrics quite often.

The nickname the boy used had been one he'd developed to irritate his butler. The playful syllables and slightly affectionate manner of the name reminded the demon of Grell, and Ciel had figured out how to use it to drive the elder up the wall. But since recently, the boy had stopped using it to irritate the butler. Instead, he'd simply switched to using Bassy, which was Grell's actual nickname for him so it was even more irritating. The only time Sebastian heard his previous nickname was when he heard the boy's modded lyrics.

"Sebby take my hand, 'cause we are more than friends. I will follow you until the end. Sebby take my hand; I cannot pretend why I never like your new boyfriends."

Sebastian smirked. He really must do something about this. He was well aware of Ciel's feelings for him, even before he'd picked up this new song. He had to admit that he'd been feeling similar feelings as of late, and he was quite interested in where this would go once Ciel found out.

"I wanna ruin our friendship; we should be lovers instead. I don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend."

"Well, you could simply sing it, the way you have been for the past week."

Ciel stumbled in his turn; he'd been dancing as well as singing. Sebastian smirked as the boy caught himself on his bed. The blunette whipped around and glared at him.

"Don't you know how to knock!"

"I had figured you knew I was there. You said my name often enough."

Ciel's face bled red, "I... I was... just..." Sebastian stepped a little closer and the boy squeaked and climbed onto his bed.

Sebastian chuckled, "Honestly, Ciel. I don't understand why you're so nervous. You've already told me how you feel."

Ciel's face burned even brighter, "I was just... singing a song!"

"Indeed."

Ciel scowled. His butler's smirk was starting to grate his nerves, "Look, I was just singing the song."

"I do believe the original lyrics are 'Jenny' not 'Sebby'."

"You must have misheard me."

Sebastian chuckled, "Oh really? So you don't want to 'ruin' our friendship? You do not believe we should be lovers instead?"

"I..."

Sebastian chuckled again, "I wanna ruin our friendship; we should be lovers instead. I don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend. Is that not the line?"

Ciel shivered. It was a little strange, pleasantly so, to hear Sebastian sing that part of the song.

"It... I... We... but..."

"Well, Ciel, I'm a little disappointed because I would certainly enjoy ruining our friendship. I fully believe we should be lovers instead. However, I do know exactly how to say it, despite you being very dear to me. But alas..." The demon butler turned to walk gracefully out of the door, "It is not to be..."

"Wait!"

The elder demon paused, smirking to himself before turning around, "Ciel?"

"I... I..."

Sebastian merely arched his eyebrow, a familiar smirk slowly slinking its way back onto his face, "Go on..."

The boy's face burned brighter, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to make eye contact, "Do you... Do you really think we should?"

"Should what?"

Ciel scowled at his companion's false ignorance, "You're really going to make me say it?"

"Say what?"

Ciel's scowl only deepened, "Do you really um... think we should be lovers instead?"

Sebastian's tell-tale smirk morphed into a wolfish grin, "Very much so."

"Well..." Ciel took a deep breath, then adopted a smirk of his own, "Shouldn't we get on that?"

Sebastian smiled and stepped forward, "Yes, my lord."

Chapter 26: Ode to the Bouncer

Notes:

So, my little fledglings, I've begun playing Hatoful Boyfriend. I started as a joke, something like "Oh cute, I can date pigeons and doves!". But the game has broken my heart twice with some really sad characters (tsuki... Nageki-kun... TSUKI NA! Why Ryouta... so sad...) and then it really pissed me off as the game gets really dark with some characters (He fuKInG FED ME YUUYA!) But it's inspired me. So, my children, do you want a dating sim type story similar, in certain ways, to Hatoful Boyfriend? If you want I can do a sort of trial chapter in "Kuroshitsuji Drabbles" or a separate trial story to show the layout... I'm simply wondering if any of you would be interested in it. I think I know how I would write it already... Oh and would you like it to be a reader insert or one of the main cast members (probably Ciel) being the "new student"?

The next, currently planned, drabble is going to be a lemon... woo... I'm just having difficulty putting my innocence aside to actually write the bloody thing.

I was also wondering if anyone would be interested in having me read the drabbles (with my poor voice acting abilities) and posting links to the audio in the chapter summary of each drabble...

Anywho, I hope you enjoy this drabble, my darlings! Without her readers, an author is nothing...

Chapter Text

Ode to the Bouncer (Mod AU; inspired by Studio Killers' song of the same name)

Ciel sighed. He was absolutely certain that Alois was going to get into a fist fight with the bouncer. He was already drunk, and he kept singing.

"Ooo, let me in or I'll get physical with you. I just gotta dance right now; it's critical to do..."

Ciel groaned. At least they were the only ones waiting to get in.

"No, I haven't had no dope. Lift up the velvet rope. Mr. Doorman, stop teasin', I'm freezin' out here. See, I got friends inside. It's my birthday tonight..."

Ciel was sure he'd heard the song before, probably while he was looking for songs on YouTube.

"Cause all-in-all you're just a... another prick at the door."

There he went again. Ciel wasn't sure whether he was going to punch the man, or if his blonde friend was trying to seduce him.

"Ooo, let me in or I'll get physical with you. I just gotta dance right now; it's critical to do..."

"Alois, let's just go."

"Bouncer, hey bouncer, bouncer. Bounce, bounce, bouncer."

The bouncer didn't seem amused by the blonde's antics. His hazel eyes, more gold than anything, were staring blankly at the younger man. The unamused stare seemed only to rile the blonde up. He threw a punch and, Ciel wasn't quite sure how, they both ended up on the ground. In the next few minutes, the blunette wasn't quite sure whether the two were dry-humping or fighting, but somehow Alois knocked the man unconcious.

"You've forgotten your wisdom. That window to the ladies' room: a whole new possiblity for a cat like me."

The blonde had backed up to get a running start so he could jump up to the window. Ciel frowned, "Alois... what are you-"

"Ooo, let me in or I'll get physical with you. I just gotta dance right now; it's critical to do... Bouncer, hey bouncer, bouncer. Bounce, bounce, bouncer."

"Alois, you knocked him out. We could just-" But the blonde was already scrambling in through the window.

Ciel sighed and stepped into the club. People were dancing everywhere, but it didn't take him long to find his drunk friend. He was right beside the dj, Ciel's friend Sebastian, who happened to be playing the song the blonde had been singing, dancing ridiculously slutty. Ciel sighed and shook his head.

"Well if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Ooo, let me in or I'll get physical with you. I just gotta dance right now; it's critical to do... Bouncer, hey bouncer, bouncer. Bounce, bounce, bouncer."

Chapter 27: The Survivor's Support Group

Notes:

This isn't the promised lemon, though it's coming! That one will be called "Mazes".

This is actually a request from one of my little fledglings: Lainie (mislainieous), here is the promised support group short, featuring Snake. Sorry it took this long...

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Do you want us to get Black? says Emily." Snake hovered nervously around the usually happy boy. He definitely wasn't happy now.

Finny simply curled into a tighter ball.

Black? What is he going to do? The most he could do is yell at him.

Wordsworth is right, Snake.

Yeah, Snake, get Smile!

Oscar and Donne have the right idea. Smile will know what to do!

But shouldn't someone stay with Sunshine?

Well, since you suggested it, Webster, why don't you do it?

Snake nodded at Keats's statement, and Webster reluctantly slithered over to Finnian.

Wilde should stay, too. It's good to use the buddy system.

Why do I have to stay?

Snake just looked at him, and he too reluctantly slithered to Finny's side. With that settled, the Phantomhive footman rushed off to Ciel's study.

The young earl was sitting at his desk, staring down at a number of papers he'd just finished signing. The day was dull, he'd just had tea, and he was terribly bored.

"Not a case in weeks, nothing good to read. Elizabeth hasn't even stopped by. Can't something interesting happen?"

The door to his study burst open and a frantic Snake rushed in, "Smile!"

"Be careful what you wish for," the boy mumbled, "What is it?"

"Something's wrong with Sunshine! says Emily."

The young nobles jumped out of his chair, "What?!"

"Yeah, says Oscar, he's really upset. We left Wilde and Webster with him."

"Take me to him." Ciel demanded, rushing out of his study. Snake quickly began to lead him through the halls. The earl turned to his footman, "Explain to me what happened?"

"Well, says Bronte, he was sleeping in since today is his off day. We went in to check on him, and he was having a nightmare. We tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't listen to us."

"He must have dreamt about the lab... Why didn't you get Sebastian?"

Snake blushed, "He would have been too mean, says Wordsworth."

"Hmph, you're probably right." The pair arrived at the servant's quarters. They stepped inside and found Finny, still curled up on the bed, shaking and sobbing while Webster and Wilde sat defensively around him. The two sentries returned to Snake when they reached the bed. Ciel frowned and looked around. The room didn't have any windows.

"Snake, help me get him outside, but be careful. We may have to call Sebastian for this."

The pair walked on either side of the bed and grabbed Finnian's arms. Immediately the boy began to struggle, easily sending the two holding him flying with his massive strength. Ciel stumbled into a nightstand, and Snake crashed into a wall. Ciel groaned and stood up, "Like I thought, he's too strong. Sebastian!"

Snake frowned, wondering how Black would hear him wherever he was, but soon the door opened and the frightening man appeared, like magic.

"Carry Finny outside. And be gentle."

The butler sighed and shook his head, but walked over to the bed and lifted the young blonde into his arms. Of course, he immediately started struggling again, but Sebastian simply pressed Finnian's arms and legs together and continued walking. Ciel gestured to Snake and they all headed out together.

Surprisingly, none of the other servants crossed their path as they hurried to the front garden. Snake rushed in front of Sebastian to open the door and they stepped out into the sunlight. Ciel gestured over to a patch of foxglove and jacob's-ladder and the butler walked over and set the stunned blonde down.

"I trust you can handle this on your own, my lord..." Sebastian questioned, arching an eyebrow. The young earl waved him off and the butler returned to the manor.

Snake crouched beside Finnian, who was awake but in a daze. Ciel walked next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, causing the blonde to start and stare at his young master.

"Finny, look around. You aren't in the lab anymore. You're here, at the estate."

The boy looked around slowly, seeming to still be in a daze. Then he noticed Snake and started again.

Ciel sighed, "That's just Snake. Remember? He's your friend, and fellow servant. You're the gardener and he's the footman."

"Sunshine! It's me! says Emily." The small snake stretched towards the dazed boy and flicked her tongue against his forehead.

The sensation must have surprised him, because Finny blinked and stared at the snake before smiling, "Oh, hello, Emily." The young gardener glanced around, "Oh, Snake! Young Master! Uh... what are we doing out he-!" Snake's sudden python tight hug caught the blonde off-guard.

"I'm so glad you're alright, Sunshine!"

Finny looked over at Ciel, "What happened?"

"You worried Snake a great deal. You'd had a nightmare about the lab and he hadn't been able to wake you."

"So-sorry Snake..." Finny stammered.

Snake leaned back and smiled, "Don't worry about it. Says Oscar. Snake can tough it out, as long as you're okay."

"I'm fine!" The young blonde said, jumping up to prove his point, "I think I'll go play in the garden. Why don't you come with me, Snake."

The young scaled boy nodded and the pair ran off.

Ciel rolled his eyes and went back inside.

Not this again!

Be quiet, Wordsworth! This is Smile!

This is bad, we don't know where Black is!

Oscar, Emily, shut up, I'm trying to think!

Oh, wait, Webster! Wilde has an idea!

Bronte, Goethe, go get Sunshine!

What can he do?!

He might be be able to help! He might know what to do because of what happened last time.

Snake sat next to the young noble's bed, afraid to touch him again after he'd kicked him earlier. He looked over at Bronte and Goethe and nodded, so the pair slithered off to the servants quarters. It didn't take long for them to return, leading a drowsy Finnian.

"Snake? Wha- Young Master!" The young boy stumbled over to his lord's bed.

"We think he's having a nightmare... Says Wilde. You know... like the one you had a few weeks ago."

Finny nodded, "Young Master?" The blonde had never seen the young Phantomhive like this. But Bard and Mei-Rin had told him the story of what had happened to him, from whispers they'd heard in town. He knew what it felt like to be locked up and treated terribly.

Snake stared at his friend as the blonde carefully climbed onto the young noble's bed. He wanted to pull him back, in case the boy struck out again. But surprisingly, he allowed the gardener to approach him. And sit beside him. And even pull him into a hug.

Ciel was a sobbing mess. Finny sat with him and tried to think positive thoughts to fill the air with happiness. Snake wondered what he could do to help.

Well, Smile likes sweets. Maybe get him something warm and sweet to drink?

Yeah... but what?

Warm milk and honey of course!

What makes you think that will work, Emily?

I know it will. Just trust me.

Well, since you're so brilliant, maybe you can teach Snake how to make it.

Wordsworth, stop being so mean.

Well... He does have a point, Oscar. Snake can't really cook.

We've never had to before.

Snake stood, "But I can do it!"

Finny looked over at him, and the scaled boy blushed.

"We'll be right back, says Emily, We're going to go make Smile some warm milk and honey."

Finnian nodded, then returned to gently rocking the young noble. The boy seemed to be slowly coming to his senses.

Snake rushed to the kitchen. Once there, Emily began to direct him.

Get the milk and a pot. There and there.

Here, use these spices.

The honey's up there.

Use that mug.

Make sure you wash everything.

Don't forget to put the milk away!

The others were surprised that she actually knew what she was talking about.

Oscar leaned towards her as Snake rushed back to the master room with the slowly-cooling-to-warm milk.

How do you know how to do that, Em?

Well... some nights I get bored. The servant's quarters are so dull. I decide to follow Black around. And some nights, Smile has nightmares and Black makes him... warm milk with honey.

Spying is rude, Emily. Snake quietly hissed.

But it helped tonight, didn't it?

Snake sighed as he stepped into the room.

Didn't it?

Yes... I guess so...

Ciel was fully awake now, and silently accepted the mug without question. Finny was sitting on the edge of the bed now, no longer holding him. Between sips, the young earl simply stared into his glass. When it was finally empty, Finnian took it and he and Snake prepared to leave.

"Wait, you two."

The pair froze in the doorway.

"Speak of this to no one."

"Not even Bla-"

"No one." The pair turned slightly and both saw that the boy's visible sapphire eye was cold.

"Yes, young master."

"Of course, Smile. says Wilde."

The two servants once again turned to go.

"And one more thing..."

The pair waited patiently. Wordsworth hissed in agitation and Keats shushed him.

"Thank you..." the boy whispered.

The pair nodded, and walked together to the servant's quarters.

Why won't he open his eyes?

He must be thinking about the circus.

Maybe about when we were in the cage.

What should we do?

We need to get someone.

Smile!

Sunshine!

Both of them! Go!

All ten snakes went into action, Goethe and Bronte staying behind to try to soothe Snake, while the others split into two groups to retrieve Sunshine and Smile.

Snake was startled to see Sunshine's concerned face so close to him when he woke up. He was even more surprised by Smile's grim self behind him. Then he remembered his nightmare and he guessed at what had happened. He'd been thinking about his life before the circus, and then after the circus. He'd been thinking about what Smile had said about Joker and the others. Could it have been true? Were they, the people who had saved him from a lifetime in a cage... murderers? Abductors of children? And were they even still alive. His dream was going hazy, but he'd seen his old family as corpses. A part of him was certain that everything Smile had said was true. and that the boy that was Ciel Phantomhive had already done his duty and... and when he lost hope... the nightmares came.

"Snake are... are you okay?" Finny murmured concern for his friend coating his voice.

Ciel frowned, "I think something has to be done. We all can't keep just worrying each other with our nightmares... I think we should create a support group."

Snake drowsily sat up, Finny watching his every move, "What's a support group? says Goethe."

"Well, it's when a group of people with similar bad experiences get together to help each other feel better. All three of us have known what it feels like to be trapped, locked up, caged... and abused. We don't have to talk about our actual experiences... but perhaps we could set aside an hour in the evenings to sit together and feel understood."

"Yeah!" Finny said, jumping up, "That's brilliant, young master. And we can share what makes us feel better when the bad memories come back."

"That's a good idea, Smile. says Emily."

And so the P C A, Phantomhive Cages and Abuse support group, began. Finny taught the others how soothing it can be to be held and rocked gently. Ciel taught the others the soul calming warmth of warm milk with honey. And Snake? Snake taught the group lulling sounds of a gentle song...

Tom, he was a piper's son,

He learnt to play when he was young,

And all the tune that he could play

Was 'over the hills and far away';

Over the hills and a great way off,

The wind shall blow my top-knot off.

Notes:

Oh, wow I think I ship Finny and Snake now...

Anyways, I always imagined that Snake has his own nicknames for the other servants, as he always calls Sebastian and Ciel, Black and Smile. I like the idea of Finny being Gleam, Sunshine, Sunny, or Glimmer, Mei-Rin being something like Squeak, Wobble, or Eagle (voice, balance, eye-sight) and then Bard is just Chef or like... Boom or something. But Tanaka is always Tanaka. What do you lot think?

Chapter 28: Mazes [lemon]

Summary:

Oh my, what a mess I've made.

This began with the prompt "You wake up one morning and find that you aren’t in your bed; you aren’t even in your room. You’re in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging from the ivy: “You have one hour. Don’t touch the walls.” Finish the scene."

Oh wow, your Simple Fic has evolved into A Complete Mess.

Well... try to enjoy it, loves.

Notes:

Okay, dearies... this is much more of a mess than I was intending. I seemed to have including a whole lot of sexual tension and goodness, a bullshit plot because I can't just write a normal sex scene, goodness know. There must be a story behind it.

Any who, darlings, and especially my little fledglings who read D and F, I /really/ need feedback on this so I can write more. I want to write more, and a coming chapter in The Duke and The Fledgling is going to have lemon all over the place. So... yes, darlings please do leave a comment with some constructive criticism. Telling me you hated it won't help me write it better next time. Neither will telling me you loved it without pointing out a specific section. This thing is a bloody mess, my fledglings. I need all the help I can get. I'll try something normal after this...

Chapter Text

Mazes (Random AU; Weird Lemon)

Ciel awoke slowly, his head throbbing. He rolled over only to find that he was not on his bed and his butler had not been the one to wake him up. He vaguely recalled the sound of a bell, but he couldn't be sure. The young earl stood and found that he was between a multitude of hedges. Looking to his left, he noticed a sign. It stated, in big, solid, black letters "You have one hour. Don’t touch the walls." Ciel heard another loud chime, sounding more like a gong than a bell, after he had read it. With a sudden rush of panic, Ciel began to scramble out of the dead-end he was in. However, after about fifteen minutes, the boy was thoroughly vexed. He had managed to walk in a circle four different times, always ending right in front of the sign.

Kicking at the ground, Ciel had the sudden urge to call for his demon, but he refused. He would not let this puzzle beat him. Whoever had put him here probably wanted to see him defeated by such a simple thing. It was only a maze. He could manage this without the aid of his butler.

As this thought passed through his mind, Ciel leaned against the hedge behind him. Immediately he felt some moving... thing wrap around his waist, and he was lifted into the air. With a yelp, he was tossed around carelessly by whatever held him captive before it stopped. He was dangling in the grip of... it... from a great height now. He could not see over the hedges, something that further infuriated him, as he was being suspended with his back to the sky and his head was angled towards the ground. His arms and legs were dangling beneath him, and the slight swaying continuously bumped his head against the wall. All in all the experience was very disconcerting. He once again desired to call for Sebastian, but he refused. This was simple. He could manage it on his own.

The boy squirmed around, attempting to see what was holding him. After twisting his head and torso as much as he could, he found that he was being held by a vine extending from the hedge he had leaned on. How on earth had this happened? The boy recalled the sign, "Don't touch the walls." Was this the result? If so, Ciel was sure he could get out of this.

Of course that thought was accompanied by an increasingly distressing situation. Additional vines shot towards the struggling boy, restraining his arms and legs. A thorn covered vine rose in front of the earl and slowly reached towards him. Ciel's struggles doubled as the menacing tendril moved toward him, but halted as the vine wrapped gently around his arm. Just as he began to calm, it tightened quickly, piercing him with thorns.

Everything felt normal at first. But slowly his body grew progressively warmer until Ciel became uncomfortably hot. He began to squirm, and the vines restraining his body created strange sensations. As he moved, he became aware of the tightening of his pants around a... certain area.

Another vine wrapped around his torso and slid down his body, then gently began to brush against the bulge, causing a delicious sensation to shoot through his body. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and Ciel was quite frightened by the sudden change.

"Sebastian!" he shouted, acting on reflex. He silently cursed himself, but still hoped his butler had heard his call.

"My, my. It's seems you can't even follow the simplest of instructions." The demon's voice surrounded the boy. It seemed to be all around him and in his head all at once. Smoke, or perhaps shadows, seemed to pour in from all directions. It swirled beneath the captured child before becoming his butler. Sebastian stared up at the boy with a smirk, "You were told not to touch the walls. And yet you still carelessly let your guard down and broke such a simple rule."

"Sebastian, get me down from here!" Ciel shouted, not quite liking the way his servant's eyes kept flickering in and out of a demonic state. The demon's sneer morphed into something less innocent.

"I don't think so, my lord."

Ciel glared at his demon. How dare he; and what was with that expression? The demon looked as though he would readily devour Ciel in this moment. The thought caused the boy to continue his struggling, which rekindled the low burning feeling that had died down while he was distracted by his butler.

The vines slowly lowered the boy in front of his demon, and Sebastian observed the prominent bulge in the boy's shorts with another smirk, "What's this?" The demon's gloved hand reached towards the area, and Ciel felt the heat in his body increase dramatically.

"Don't!" The boy gasped, feeling the brief touch of the gloved hand. He did not like where the situation was going.

"Hmm, I didn't quite catch that. Perhaps it would be better if you could face me."

Ciel was about to shout some furious statement about his current state, when the plants that restrained him slowly brought him into an upright position. From here, the boy was blue-to-red eye with his demon, and it made him even more uncomfortable, if that was possible.

The demon smiled as his master squirmed, and slowly walked around the boy, "Hmm... you must be terribly uncomfortable in those stuffy clothes."

And at the mere suggestion, Ciel felt himself become far too warm for his vest and knee-highs and, well just about everything else. He began panting, and Sebastian watched his little master struggle once more before gently tugging at the child's clothing. The layers slipped of and fell to the ground.

Ciel still felt too warm, even after the removal of his clothes, "Sebastian..." he gasped, unable to think of anything else.

The demon smirked, already knowing what the next order would be, "What is it, young master?"

Ciel's eyes met Sebastian's again, and he squirmed at the strange feeling the look in his butler's eyes caused in his belly, "Sebastian... this is an order: get rid of this infernal heat!" the boy barked, thinking only of the steadily growing, uncomfortable feeling.

Sebastian's smirk gained teeth, and the demon stepped even closer to his little tamer, "Yes, my lord." The demon then stared deeply into his master's eyes as he removed his gloves with his teeth. Ciel watched, entranced, as his butler removed his tailcoat in a similarly slow fashion. By the time Sebastian was just as bare as his master, Ciel's eyes had widened a great deal, and his member had risen stiffly, pressing against his stomach.

Sebastian allowed his eyes to take in his master, who was panting heavily, before he stepped forward and snapped. The world around them shifted; the hedges faded away and became walls. Ciel dropped as the vines that entangled him vanished into smoke. Instead of catching him, Sebastian simply allowed the boy to fall onto a large rounded bed. Ciel blinked owlishly at his new surroundings, paying no mind to his butler, who was crawling towards him as one might imagine a predator stalks towards its prey.

Ciel became highly aware of Sebastian when the demon gently pulled them together. The butler took his time, allowing his hands to roam his small master's form, before settling in his tamer's lap. Ciel gasped at the gloveless touch, "Don't, don't touch that!"

"Ah, but young master, I must, if you would like me to 'get rid of this infernal heat'."

Ciel squirmed as his demon's grip tightened slightly, "That's revolting."

"Oh really," Sebastian replied smugly, "Then what's this?" As he spoke, the demon swiped his thumb over the slit of his tamer's cock. He chuckled as the action was rewarded with a drop of precum. Ciel squirmed and tried to push his butler's hands away. Sebastian sighed, "Honestly, young master. I can not follow your order with your hands there. We'll just have to fix that." And with a snap of the demon's black-tipped fingers, ropes shot out from the darkness around them and gently bound the young earl's hands above his head. Ciel yelped in surprise and tried to struggle against them, but that only resulted in the ropes tightening, and his yelp became a whimper.

Sebastian observed his young lord for a moment before his eyes settled on the stiff erection standing oh so readily at attention. Ciel couldn't help but keep his eyes on his servant. He watched as the demon leaned toward him. He was still very confused and unsettled, and despite the entire situation being gross and bizarre, he was intrigued. New pleasures were generally limited to foods and cases, so this, he supposed, could be considered a treat, if it turned out to be the experience all the woman and novels claimed it was.

Sebastian glanced up at his little master, not surprised to find a narrowed sapphire eye looking down on him. He smirked and, while maintaining eye contact, wrapped his mouth around the head of the boy's cock, delighting in widening of that blue eye. Never allowing his eyes to leave his master's, Sebastian lowered his head, drawing more of the throbbing flesh into his mouth with gentle suction. Then he pulled back completely with a lewd pop. Something was bothering the demon ever so slightly. He ignored his young master's minute grumbling and reached up to pull off the small bundle of leather that concealed his mark. With another smug smirk, the butler returned his hand to his lap, allowing it to lightly drag down the earl's body as he did so. His gaze returned to his master's now weeping erection. He placed a gentle hand at the base, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the shaft from top to bottom. It added heat to his own budding arousal as he looked up to find both sapphire eyes, one alighted with his mark, glaring down at him as he teased to boy. He allowed his tongue to slide across the head, dipping into the slit for a moment to lap lightly at the pool of cum that had gathered there. Then his tongue was back against the shaft, his mouth alternating between light sucking and gentle licks.

Ciel squirmed. A new, strange but pleasant feeling had begun to build pressure in his belly. The pleasure of Sebastian's mouth was undeniable, but he wanted to feel that encompassing warmth again, not these teasing licks and kisses. He was sure his demon was teasing him, now that he'd stopped fighting against him. It was infuriating. He was certain that the bastard would give him the pleasure he desired, but he was also certain that he would be made to ask for it. But his pride was too strong for that, so all he could do was glare down at his butler, while the demon's eyes presented his challenge. It wasn't fair. It wasn't as if this had been his idea. Or had it? Ciel found he could barely remember how he'd gotten into this mess. But he knew he wasn't beg- The bastard had started blowing cold air onto the spots he licked...

"Oh, fuck, Sebastian!" the boy called out in irritation.

The demon arched an eyebrow, still never losing eye contact and never pausing. He began to gently nip at the boys weeping cock, but offered no verbal reply.

"Stop all the bloody teasing you arse!"

The earl felt his cock jump at his demon's responding smirk.

"All the teasing? My lord, I wasn't sure if you were quite ready yet... but if that is your desire, who am I to question it?"

Ciel felt his stomach drop. He didn't think this was going to proceed as he had been hoping. His fears were affirmed as he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach.

"Se-Sebastian?" he whimpered.

"Patience is a virtue, my young lord. Let us try to preserve what little we can."

The young boy squirmed to try to get a view of what his butler was doing, but the rope restraints keeping his arms above his head didn't really assist in that venture.

Then he felt a warm, wet pressure, which he could only assume was a tongue, in a place he really hadn't expected. With a jolt he attempted to wiggle away from the sensation, but his hips were suddenly in the his butler's grip and his movement was halted. All he could do was voice his disapproval.

"St-stop! That's d-dirty!" he gasped. There was only a soft chuckle in response, but surprisingly nothing else.

Despite his initial inclination to hate it, the sensation of the warm, probing muscle against his arse actually felt nice. He continued to squirm, but now it was merely a reply to the sensation, rather than an attempt at escape. A few moments later and the warmth was gone. After a moment it was replaced by a new pressure, as something began to move into him. It was uncomfortable, but not painful.

"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, hoping to get an actual response this time.

"Preparations." was his one-word reply.

"For?"

"A surprise."

"This entire event has been a surprise. Can't you tell me something? You're being uncharacteristically quiet and I'm curious. Besides, I have the right to know what you're planning to do to my body. Especially after all this."

There was a pause and an amused hum, "You want to know what I'm going to do?"

Ciel nodded, "Yes."

"You want to know exactly what I'm going to do?"

The way Sebastian stressed that word made the earl wary, but he was determined to know something, "Yes, I would very much like to know."

The child's breath caught in his chest as he was yanked against Sebastian's chest, the demon's left black-nailed trailing lightly down his front. His right, the boy now realized, was being used for the "preparations". The young noble squirmed, and that wandering left hand was immediately at his throat, gently holding him still. He felt his demon's breath hot against his neck as Sebastian's voice spoke directly into his ear...

"What I'm going to do to you, young master, is fuck you. I'm going to bend you over and push myself into you, until our bodies meet."

Ciel shuddered, partially because of the unexpected lewdness of Sebastian's words, and partly because of the addition of a second finger, the two currently making slight scissoring motions and squirming around as if looking for something. And though he was prepared to leave it at that, a frightening chuckle informed him that his butler was not done speaking.

"And then, my lord, just as your getting used to me, I will pull out completely, leaving you to whine to be filled again. I will make you beg, if only in a near silent whisper. You will beg me to fill you with my cock."

The earl gasped as a third finger pressed against his opening, the slow stretching and slight burn beginning to hurt. But the pain was accompanied by the pleasure that filled him with every coarse word, every hot breath against his ear. His cock had made a small puddle beneath him as it dripped more and more with every syllable. He tensed as he waited for Sebastian's next words.

"Of course, I will gladly oblige. I'll sink my cock into you until there's nothing left, but you'll still be panting for more. So I'll start to slowly drag myself back out of you, as you whine, then suddenly slam into you. Over and over and over again. Picking up speed until you're ready to come. Then I will stop."

So absorbed, Ciel was, that he whimpered softly at just the thought of such torture. Sebastian chuckled, "And I will wait. I will wait until you beg for me. Not in a near silent whisper, but in a loud shout. Until you're nearly screaming my name," The demon pulled his master even closer, tightening his grip on the boy's neck slightly, before letting go of him completely and pushing him forward.

"Then, and only then, will I enter you. And once I do, I will fuck you roughly and paint the inside of your body white with my cum."

And with that, Sebastian roughly thrust into him, the tip of his cock slamming into something that made Cie see stars. The boy barely concealed his cry of pleasure. The new feeling had been growing as Sebastian spoke, the pressure building. That thrust had been the final push, and Ciel hadn't been able to keep himself from coming. Thick streams of white cum squirted across the bed, and the young lord trembled. He supposed that sex had indeed lived up to his expectations. He groaned, and began to sink into the blankets, when suddenly he was yanked back against Sebastian's chest. The boy glanced up and over his shoulder and froze.

Sebastian's eyes were bright fuchsia, their demonic glow causing the boy to shudder from fear rather than pleasure. The demon looked furious, "Did I say you could come?"

The child shook his head. He was both terrified and aroused, and he wasn't sure which he should be feeling at the moment. So now he was also very confused.

"Did you think we were done? We are not finished until I finish." he growled.

Ciel swallowed reflexively, once again wondering how he'd managed to get himself into this mess, and now completely unable to recall. Hell, he could hardly remember anything before asking about "preparations", never mind when this whole mess started. He felt as though he'd completely lost control of his demon.

He had little time to think, however, as Sebastian had bent him over again. He wasn't quite sure what to expect as the demon began to thrust deeply into him. He felt the pleasure throughout his whole body, and was so distracted by it that he forgot his fear altogether. That pleasant pressure began to build in his stomach again, and his aching cock twitched in response. He could feel it almost ready to blow and tensed his body to get ready for it.

But suddenly he was in his now familiar upright position and Sebastian's left hand dropped down and gripped the base of his cock, while is right arm wrapped around his waist and helped pull him in time with his demon's thrusting. He groaned loudly as his release was denied.

Sebastian chuckled, "I had planned to be nicer about withholding your release, but you are difficult, like always. You will have to beg."

"P-please?" Ciel groaned. It was unbearably hard to think with the pleasure. But now his head was pounding.

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Sebastian, please!" Ciel thought he was going to go mad. He couldn't stand this teasing much longer. His cock was beginning to throb almost as much as his head.

"Yes, my lord? What is it?"

"Oh fuck! Sebastian! Please!" Ciel began to buck against the hand denying his release, hoping there might be some friction to ease the growing pain.

"Such coarse language, young master. I cannot aid you if you do not tell me exactly what you need." Ciel could practically feel Sebastian's smirking as he spoke.

The young noble attempted to struggle out of his demon's grip once more to no avail. He groaned, "Oh, fucking hell, Sebastian! Please! Please just..." his voice dropped to whisper, "just let me come..."

The demon's eyes flashed, and he thrust into Ciel deeply, hitting that problematic spot, just as he released his master's cock. As Ciel once again made a mess of the bed, Sebastian proceeded to fulfill his promise, and painted his lord's insides with his cum. The earl groaned from the sensation, but even that was not enough to keep his eyes open. He could feel himself drifting off, the last thing he heard being a quiet "Ciel..." whispered into his ear.

Ciel awoke slowly, his head throbbing. He looked around. His blankets were a ruffled mess, and there seemed to be a tray laying beside him. He sat up slowly and pulled the tray into his lap. It was nothing fancy, just some dry toast and chicken soup. He tried to bring himself to eat, but he had no appetite. He instead turned his focus to his dreams. They were rather hazy, blurring into each other. The first had been in a green place, the rest it was dark. He remembered Sebastian being there, but not much else. He sighed and wondered where his demon was? The curtains were open, the sun was high in the sky. He probably had mountains of work to get through. Where was Sebastian?

The child frowned and called out his butler's name. Or rather he tried. Up until this point he'd been unaware of the pain in his throat. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, his whole body was in pain. It had been easy to forget after waking from a strange dream with a pounding headache, but now that he was aware, he was utterly surprised he'd managed to sit up at all. He was thoroughly confused. He needed answers, and he needed them now.

"Sebastian." he croaked, a broken whisper all he could manage.

Of course, a moment later the demon butler had arrived. He rushed to his master's bedside.

"Finally properly awake now, young master?"

Ciel frowned, that hurt too, and glanced at Sebastian's hand and then at his own. Taking a brief moment to interpret the message, Sebastian frowned as well, and placed his master's hand into his own, with his palm facing upward.

It hurts too much to talk. Everything hurts. Why does everything hurt? And what do you mean by properly awake now? Ciel tapped his hurried questions out onto his butler's hand. This, at least, hurt much less than talking.

"Ah, I see. You don't remember much of anything, do you? Well, we were returning to the manor after our brief adventure out to sea, when you suddenly collapsed in the garden. You had come down with a fever, and had probably been sick before that. What followed was the most terrifying week of my entire life. You remained in this semi-comatose state for a day or two. Then you would awaken briefly, but it always seemed as though you were having some sort of fever dream. You would say things that didn't make sense, and you would attempt to give me orders, but often times they made no sense, so I ignored them. During those brief awakenings I would manage to feed you something light and give you something to drink. You often seemed very distressed, and I attempted to ease your pain whenever I could."

So I've been unconscious for a week? What a mess. Has anything happened?

"Thankfully, no. I haven't gotten so much as a phone call since you fell ill. Even the others decided to leave me be. They all took a brief vacation and went to the townhouse. I shall have to send for them."

Not yet. Let the idiots have their peace so that I can have mine. You can send for them once I can walk around on my own.

"Hm, my lord there are chores that must be done. I'm sure you can have them around without giving them some strange order."

Ciel frowned, it still hurt, tried to think back to this week. He couldn't remember much of anything except for his... dreams. What sort of strange orders?

"Well, things like 'get me down', 'let me go', and 'don't' for starters. You often said them at very random times. They were often accompanied by a dazed glare in a random direction."

The dreams were coming back to him, and he was beginning to understand. So they had been fever induced nightmares. That made sense. Except for one thing.

He wasn't that creative, especially when it came to sex. The most he'd experienced was reading the risqué novels Mei-Rin would occasionally sneak him. So...

You said often my orders wouldn't make sense. What did you do when they did?

"Well, I attempted to accomplish them as best as I could. An order is an order when you actually mean it, my lord."

What sort of... orders were they? Ciel had a bad feeling about the answer to that question...

"Well... Towards the beginning of the week you told me to 'get rid of this infernal heat'. I opened a few windows, removed your blankets and your clothes, and attempted to cool you down. You eventually fell back into your restless sleep, so I had assumed you were content."

Anything else?

"Hmm, I suppose there were a few other requests. A few... less than reasonable orders. But," Ciel froze as his demon's gaze turned sultry, "How could I deny you, when you asked so sweetly?" He chuckled and rose from the bed, grabbing the tray of untouched food and turning to leave before pausing at the door to whisper, "Ciel..."

Chapter 29: Grellikins

Summary:

Some Grell stuff!

*If you have a character, manga or anime, you want me to write about comment, my darlings!

Chapter Text

Canon (Mod Meta Au)

"So, like, are you a guy?"

"No, no, darling. I assure you, I am a woman."

"But you're... male."

"Sadly, yes."

"But is it canon though?"

"What?"

"But is it canon? Like, in relation to the concrete background of the story, what the author actually says is true, not just fan theories. Are you a girl?"

"Oh yes. I explain it in my confessional, darling."

"You're what? Is that a fan made thing?"

"No, no darling. Made by my glorious creator herself."

"I don't... are you sure?"

"Oh, don't worry darling, I'll put it in for you."

"Oh... Thanks. That clears up a lot, actually. Saves me the time of going through and asking all those questions myself."

"I know, isn't it convenient. Ooo, and I snagged this from the wiki."

"Woah, totally meta."

"Look, see: According to Yana Toboso in "Grell's Confessional", in which she had Grell answer personal questions, she only addressed Grell with feminine pronouns and confirmed that Grell is a pre-operation male-to-female transexual.""

"Well, I guess if you're mother says you're a mtf pre-op trans then you are."

"My mother?"

"What? I think it's a more appropriate term than creator..."

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Heels (Mod "Mom of Death~<3" AU; don't question it)

"Men simply can't appreciate the beauty of a pair of rhinestone red bottom ruby pumps."

"It's so Dorothy. Is anyone else getting that feeling."

"More like Wicked Witch of the East. I half expect a house to come flying down to crush her."

Grell put her Skype call on hold, "Give me a moment, Will, sweetie." She stood up and turned around, "You know I can hear you! Eric, Ronald, Get out here, right now!"

Eric poked his head up above the kitchen counter, "Uh... Alan's back here too!"

"Alan, get up. Now!"

The small bespeckled boy stood up, his eyes barely making it above the counter, "Thanks, Eric. I didn't even do anything."

Grell narrowed her eyes and looked around, "Where is Ronald."

There was a tap on her back, "Right here, mom."

"Don't call her that!" Eric said, jumping over the counter. Alan attempted to follow suite, but inclined to walk around it.

Ronald stared at his brother, arching an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"Because she's not our mom! Mom died."

Alan hid behind his older brother and whispered, "Besides she's not even a 'she'."

Ronald frowned at his brothers, then glanced up at Grell's face.

She would not cry. She had heard it over and over again. No matter what and no matter by whom, it always came... Ah, things always feel more like the truth when coming from children. That must be why her heart was breaking. She turned away from the boys and looked out the glass doors onto the patio. She wouldn't cry, not in front of the children.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Ronald barked, stepping towards his brothers, "She is our mom, and she is a she!"

Eric glared at Ronald, and Alan looked abashedly at the ground.

"Just because our birth mom died, doesn't mean Grell can't be our mom. She does everything a mom does. She makes us eat our veggies. She grounds us for being bad. She makes us clean up our rooms."

"Yeah, she does all the mean stuff a mom does. Mom wouldn't have done that."

"How do you know? Like you said... Mom died. But Grell's here. She reads us stories, and sneaks us ice cream, and makes us cookies. She's doing the best she can."

Grell felt her eyes watering. He was so sweet! But no crying in front of the children.

Ronald turned his gaze to Alan, "And what makes her not a she? She dresses like a girl. She looks like a girl. She especially acts like a girl. So what if she doesn't have girl parts? She's got everything else. And she has one more thing."

He turned to Grell and grabbed her hand and smiled, a really dorky smile.

"She can appreciate her fancy red shoes."

"Rhinestone red bott-"

Eric sighed, "We get it... Grell."

Grell looked at him and sighed, "Oh really? Then get this too: I'm not your Mom. I'll never be able to take the place of the Mom who sang you lullabies when you cried as infants. I'll never be the Mom who taught you how to read, how to count, and how smile. But at the moment, I'm all you've got. And you're all I'll ever get. Although I might look the part, I don't have the parts. I'll never get to be a Mom. I'll never know that joy. But even though I can never be your Mom, can I at least be your mama?"

Alan, the most emotional of the three, immediately nodded and ran into Grell's arms. Ronald smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. Eric gave her a dubious look.

Ronald rolled his eyes, and Alan just snuffled into her red and white house dress.

Grell sighed, "Look, you don't have to call me mom or mama. You can continue to call me Grell if you'd like. I'm just asking for... a truce at least."

Eric's frown continued, and Ronald groaned, "Dude, honestly what choice do you have. Besides, Grell sort of plays the role of Mom and Dad since Dad's always working overtime," the boy shivered at the word, "So you haven't really got much of a choice."

Grell rolled her eyes, "Ronnie, don't say that. He does have a choice, that's my whole point."

Eric sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I guess... it couldn't hurt... to call you... Mama."

Grell beamed and waved her free hand for him to join the group hug as she grabbed Ronald with the other. Eric shuffled, and they all shared a group hug.

Grell smiled to herself. She was so glad she had kids like these, even if they hadn't been hers from the start. It just warmed her heart and nearly moved her to tears, but she promised herself no crying in front of the children.

After a few moments Grell sighed and let her arms drop, "So... are you sure you don't want to talk about my brand new rhinestone r-"

"We get it, Mama."

"You really like those shoes."

"I think Mama looks like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. And she clicked her heels, and now she's home!"

Chapter 30: Random Ships1

Notes:

A mess of the random ships I can think up to write.

Chapter Text

Grelliam- The Surrogate part1 (Mod AU)

"Will, dear, have you seen my earrings? I placed them on the nightstand last night!" Grell shouted to her husband.

The other reaper was carefully shaving the slight stubble that had accumulated from a few weeks of self-neglect. He sighed as he heard his clumsy wife stumble around their bedroom, looking for jewelry that he'd carefully put away, "In your jewelry box, Grell. Where I always put the jewelry you leave lying around."

"Thank you, love!" The redhead slid across their bed to nab the velvet box from nightstand. Then promptly fell, allowing the contents of the box to scatter across the floor.

William sighed, knowing that if he let this go on any longer the poor woman would be in tears before they'd even left. The reason his beloved was so flustered was simple; she was excited to have a baby. Of course, she herself couldn't bare the child (although she'd marked her first year as a 'full woman' the month before). So they'd been searching for a surrogate. Reapers hardly ever had children, the life of a reaper was a sad one. But the stern man had not had the will to keep his wife from that joy. They'd gotten the call from the clinic the night before, and Grell had been anxious and frantic since.

The dark haired shinigami stepped out of the bathroom, sighing as he found Grell staring dejectedly at her scattered accessories. He shook his head and walked over to comfort her. The poor woman could only lean into her husband cover her face with her hands.

"Oh, Will... It's finally happening."

"Yes it is. And I think now isn't the time to be crying on the floor. We have an appointment in an hour, and you still haven't decided what to wear."

"Oh, darling you're right! I haven't the slightest idea! Should I wear my housedress? The one with the polka dots? Oh, dear, maybe that's too much. Perhaps my blue jeans and that red blouse you got me for Christmas... hmm... What do you think, dear?"

Will chuckled, a once rare sound but one that was becoming more and more common as the years went by, "I'm not sure, Mrs. Spears. I enjoy seeing you in much less appropriate clothing..."

Grell laughed and smacked his shoulder, "Darling, I'm serious. Now isn't the time to be fooling around."

"Perhaps now is the time." he replied, pulling her closer. He was always surprised by how alive the bratty redhead could make him feel. Especially given their previous relationship.

Grell giggled once more and happily snuggled into her husband's grip, "Of course it isn't. Like you said, we have an appointment in an hour."

"Hmm, but we will have far less time once we have an infant to look after."

"We have months until then."

"Grell, we both know how involved you are going to get when we meet this woman."

"What are you saying?"

"I simply want to make sure you're completely ready for this."

Grell sighed and turned to face William, "Darling, I've had decades to think about this. Over a century to reach this point. I'm fully prepared. Yes, I might be emotional and frantic, but what else can you expect from a woman who is soon going to have the last piece of her dream be fulfilled? What I think is that you are the one who isn't ready."

William tensed up. He'd always been one to turn away from truths he didn't want to see. That was why it had taken so long for him to form a proper relationship with Grell. But he'd been working on that. So he had to admit that, yes he wasn't ready. He was absolutely terrified of being a father. Especially when his own experience with his father had lead to him becoming a grim reaper in the first place.

Grell pouted, and took her husband's face in her hands, "William T. Spears. You were my supervisor, my team leader, my coworker, and now my husband. You have proven time and time again that you can handle a role of leadership. And besides, before you were alone. But you have me now. We'll do this together. That's what it means to be married, right?"

The reaper frowned, "Hmm... perhaps you are right."

"Of course I'm right. The woman is always right, even when she's wrong. Now come on. We've got a lot to do and very little time."

Another chuckle, "As you wish, Madam Spears."

I'm a dork. This is one of my OTPs. I know Will feels very ooc. It makes sense in my headcanon. I have little backstories for how/why all the little reapers killed themselves to become reapers. My thing with Will is that his father pushed him towards perfection and such. One day he snapped under all that pressure, and now has to constantly face death as shinigami (I am not fond of using the term "grim reaper" with this fandom for some reason... probably because there are just some things I associate with words in certain languages)

Sebascliff-The Wedding1 (Mod AU; I don't know what to do for BassyxGrell ship name. Help me, beloved community)

"Bloody hell, Sebastian! What is this mess?" The younger demon grumbled as he stepped into his kitchen. His servant/mentor was leaning over a pile of papers, jumping between stacks of documents with his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, my lord. You're up earlier than expected. The music didn't wake you, did it?"

Only now did Ciel hear the faint sounds of the smooth jazz Sebastian was so fond of, "Not in the slightest. I just had a nightmare. Honestly, what in the bleeding fuck is going on in here?"

"A nightmare? Would you like me to fix you something? Full Moon Drop, perhaps?"

"No, what I'd like is for you to tell me what is going on in here!"

"Oh... this.. well.... you see..."

"Sebastian Michaelis, if you do not answer me by the count of three, God so help me I will smack you."

The butler flinched from the threat, not out of fear, but because he was surprised that his little master had jumped to physical violence so quickly They'd been working hard on that, "It's nothing really important my lord... just... plansforthewedding."

"PLANS FOR THE WHAT?!"

"You see, I didn't really want to tell you quite yet. Because I know you aren't particularly fond of such events."

"Whose wedding?" the child asked with a glower.

"Mine, my lord. Nothing to worry about."

The child immediately relaxed. He'd been afraid Sebastian was trying to marry him off. Again.

"You and the freak are finally tying the knot, huh? Cute. How does he- fuck!- she feel about you making the plans?"

Sebastian chuckled as the boy corrected himself. He had honestly been trying to use the proper pronouns with Grell, even when she wasn't around. It was hard, centuries of knowledge turned on its head, but the elder was glad to see that his charge was making an effort. He shrugged, "I don't think she knows. In fact, I think she's planning the wedding in her own way right now."

"What? Why? You two are strange."

"I know it's common for the bride to plan the wedding, but I'm not going to just let her have complete control. It is my wedding too, after all."

"Hmph. You do have a point. What are you working on now?"

"Your outfit."

Ciel sighed. Over a hundred years later and Sebastian still insisted on picking out his clothes, "Why?"

"Because I want the best man to have something a little different from the rest of my groomsmen."

"Oh." The boy pulled up a stool and peaked over his servant's shoulder, "Wait, I'm going to be your best man?"

"Obviously."

"Shouldn't Will or Ronald do that?"

"My lord, do you really think I want William anywhere near my wedding plans?"

"I thought you were getting on better with him."

#black butler fanfiction

[wh6res]

one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc 

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping 

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore​ i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore​

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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