#well I like date mark now I might add him specifically to my requests

[gaymingwriter]

Valentine’s Day Headcanon/Drabbles

I’m very slow with requests but I’m currently working on them! I just wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day. Also I don’t usually write Date Mark but since it’s Valentine’s Day I think it fits

Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Jameson Jackson

Category: Fluff

Pronouns: They/Them, not used directly

Warnings: Writer’s favorites are obvious, swearing, somewhat spicy reference in Illinois’s but it’s not much

Darkiplier

- This is one of the only holidays he actually plans for and looks forward to

- He actually takes the day off for once to spend time with you

- Would wake you up with your favorite breakfast in bed

- After you’re done eating he cuddles you for a while

- Then he takes you shopping. He’ll buy you pretty much anything you want

- (He’d think it’s really sweet if you got him something too though, so you should do that. It doesn’t have to be expensive)

- Takes you to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all go for a walk and go to the library/zoo/aquarium (or whatever you prefer)

- He takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner

- Y’all cuddle and watch movies when you get home <3

Damien

- Y’all stay in for the most part

- Cuddling and movies all day

- He got you flowers and a small gift

- He’d be happy with anything you got him <3

- Makes breakfast and lunch for you

- (Though he will love it if you both cooked together)

- Took you to a nice restaurant for dinner

Googleplier

- He didn’t really understand Valentine’s Day?

- He does his research though

- Goes probably too hard with it

- Ends up planning way too much

- When he wakes you up, he excitedly tells you about everything he planned

- …you very gently let him know that all of his plans would be incredibly stressful

- He’s a little sad at first, but he doesn’t want to stress you out, so he changes his plans to be a couple things

- You get each other some gifts

- You go out to your favorite restaurant for lunch

- Y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling

- Takeout for dinner

- He’s honestly really flustered the whole time

- Even if it isn’t exactly as he planned, he’s still really happy with how everything went <3

Date Mark

- This fucker lives for Valentine’s Day

- The whole speech he gave during ISWM about all the things he planned for the date?

- Yeah, since that didn’t happen, he saved it for today

- He’s actually a real sweetheart when Actor isn’t using him as a character

- Gets you a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear, a box of your favorite kind of chocolate, one of those heart lockets with a picture of both of you in it, and a little heart that he knitted for you

- He sobs of joy and appreciation when you get him something, no matter how small it is

- He takes you to dinner, the fair, and a movie

- And you both hold hands <33

- Y’all binge watch shows and cuddle for the rest of the night

Illinois

- He may be a flirty bastard

- That’s it that’s the sentence

- He does plan an adventure for the day!

- …y’all don’t really leave bed for a while though

- Most of it is cuddling!

- He ends up just taking you to the zoo or aquarium

- He almost cries in public when you get him a gift at the gift shop

- Dinner at the zoo/aquarium food court isn’t the most glamorous, but it was perfect for both of you

- Afterwards you watch cheesy romantic movies until you fall asleep

Eric Derekson

- He made plans! He’s just incredibly nervous to tell you!

- For this reason, you made sure he knew that you’d prioritize any plans he had, but you still had your own ideas

- He shyly brought up that he wanted to have a picnic

- You loved the idea, and your lunch was spent on a blanket in the park <3

- You got him a gift and it made him feel so loved it was great

- He got you some flowers and something you’d had on a gift wishlist

- He was so afraid you wouldn’t like it but he was reassured when you hugged him

- The rest of the day was just the two of you being sweet and romantic with each other

Jameson Jackson

- Gentleman of the year, honestly

- He crocheted some hearts and a little plushie for you

- Turned on some music and danced with you for a while <3

- He made you breakfast, and you make him lunch

- Y’all watched some of yours and his favorite movies for a while

- You gave him some flowers and chocolates

- He loves the classic gifts <3

- You order from y’all’s favorite restaurant for dinner

- The rest of the night is spent chatting and watching movies

#date mark’s gifts brought to you by shit I have gotten my girlfriend #well I like date mark now I might add him specifically to my requests #don’t ask how he got you to the fair in february #gaymingwriter #darkiplier x reader #wkm damien x reader #damien x reader #darkiplier #wkm damien #googleplier x reader #googleplier #ahwm illinois x reader #eric derekson x reader #jameson jackson x reader #ahwm illinois #illinois x reader #eric derekson #markiplier egos x reader #iplier egos x reader #x reader #date mark x reader #date mark

[elysianslove]

hi, hi, hello!!! i love, love, love the way you write and portray the jjk characters—i've read all of them and they're so good xiejdbbdhd (i've recently made a new writing blog and one of the people i'm studying closely to help improve is you— like pls spare some talent 🤲)—i know you're probably swamped with other requests, so if you don't want to do this, please feel free to ignore!! i've seen a lot of people headcanon megumi liking a chubby s/o, but not much of anyone else, so may i have some hcs of yuuji and toge with one?? (+ you might also add some for sukuna in yuuji's part too if you want). thank you!! 💖

oh my goodness hi!!! that is the most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me; i am so, so incredibly honored oh my goodness. thank you so much for your words on god imma cry. and yes, you absolutely may! i really hope you like these, i love you mwah <3

also, only if you’re comfortable with it, dm the url to your blog!! i’d love to see and read your works, mwah <333

itadori yuuji

okay omg i saw this panel from the manga on instagram once of yuuji being asked who he’d date from his class or something, and he pointed out this chubby girl and he was talking about her personality and how cool she is and i genuinely believe that really is yuuji’s perception towards his s/o

like yeah he says he wants to date a girl that looks like jennifer lawrence but when it really goes down to it, yuuji does not care what his s/o looks like

if anything, i think yuuji would be more into curvier or chubbier people, idk why but i see it so perfectly well? he seems like such a cuddly person and his excuse would 100% be something like “you’re just so. soft. and nice to cuddle with.” like he absolutely adores cuddling with his s/o, and this isn’t just because of his general touchy personality. 

the same way he likes cuddling, he absolutely loves hugs. they’re like the perfect preview of cuddling. absolutely the type to just barricade towards you when you’re at a distance and leap at you when he finally comes close to you. it does not matter if you end up on the ground with him on top of you. the strongest he runs at you, the more he loves you

yuuji’s crazy strong, and we’ve already established that, so he’d definitely be the boyfriend that picks you up, carries you around, lets you sleep on him, and if you ever mention anything about being too heavy for him, he just holds you tighter against him and says you feel like a feather against him and to shut up he wants to cuddle rn shhhh

he also definitely pushes you out of your comfort zone to wear a certain clothes or specific clothes that you really like. he’s super encouraging, especially because he doesn’t say things like “it looks good for a big person” he just starts frothing at the mouth at how good it is, period

loves to share clothes with you. he’ll give you his hoodies, and he’ll steal yours. might as well exchange closets at this rate

if you’re feeling particularly insecure, and you don’t really wanna go out or anything like that, he understands and won’t force you to leave the house, but he will definitely spend the entire day trying to make you feel better and won’t let you wallow in pity for a minute. absolutely strips you and him to your underwear and just dances with you until you’re both out of breath

ryomen sukuna; i really think he doesn’t care either. probably prefers it if a woman is more plump cause to him it’s just a sign of healthiness i guess? he just trynna fuck rip. but yes, that would probably be his way of eliminating your insecurity. like oh you don’t think you’re worthy? here’s some body worship and praise <3 also is the type to encourage you by belittling your insecurities? does that make sense? like just scoffs at you when you stand in front of a mirror and pick at yourself because why would you think like this of yourself? why would he be with you if he thought that way of you, you know? all this is weirdly motivating like he’s so dismissive of it all that you kinda forget it, or just don’t understand why you ever considered it. king of reverse psychology lol

inumaki toge

now i think toge would be more of a “this person’s looks captured my attention” and then “damn their personality makes them a thousand times more attractive” but not in an objectifying way, you know? and it’s definitely not in a societal norm or standard of beauty. it’s just what he finds beautiful or attractive 

he doesn’t have a preference when it comes to looks, he just wants to be attracted to the person to want to get to know them, you get me? if you happen to be chubby, that doesn’t matter in the least to him. he’ll deadpan like “does being chubby not make you pretty like????”

toge’s not necessarily the cuddliest person on earth, but he would be lying if he said he doesn’t absolutely melt the moment he falls into your arms. he just loses his mind. you feel so soft and snuggly he’s in heaven

he’s a very soft lover. while yuuji’s louder in his actions that you’re overwhelmed and bursting at the seams, toge’s calmer. he makes you feel loved in that you wake up to see him tracing your figure calmly, caressing your body and skin softly, admiring every curve and every stretch mark.

speaking of stretch marks, he definitely did that thing where he grabbed a gold marker and lined all your stretch marks with glittery gold, and then proceeded to kiss all over them

he does that a lot. kiss your skin, i mean, especially if you’re feeling a little insecure, or even if he just wants to. loves to settle by your side and kiss all along your body, leaving you so flustered and with your chest bursting with love

if you want to try a certain style but are a little nervous to, toge would dress in that same style with you. yeah, it’s not exactly the same, but it’s a lot more encouraging than one would imagine, honestly, especially if it’s a really different style than what’s considered normal or basic

he really doesn’t care if you’re on the chubbier side, because at the end of the day, he found you and all of you attractive, and your personality’s golden, so why wouldn’t he stay? 

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #sukuna #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji headcanons #itadori x reader #itadori headcanons #itadori yuuji headcanons #inumaki toge x reader #toge x reader #inumaki toge headcanons #toge headcanons #inumaki headcanons #inumaki x reader

[enkelimagnus]

HaMakom

Bucky Barnes Gen, 2146 words, rated T

Jewish Bucky Barnes, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier: Episode 3 Power Broker

In the plane to Riga, once Sam has fallen asleep, Bucky and Zemo find themselves in an atypical conversation: what is it like, to fight beside a god when you are yourself a believer?

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Part 25 of Making a Home - the Jewish Bucky series

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“I wonder, James, what is it like, to fight beside a god when you are yourself a believer?”

Bucky looks up from where he was staring, a fine wrinkle on Sam’s skin, at the corner of his right eye, a mark of laughter and joy.

He meets Zemo’s eyes then. Zemo still looks tired, but he also looks awake, interested, ready to talk. Bucky sighs. Of course he is. There’s no getting any peace and quiet with a man like Zemo around, desperate to open you up and play with the inside of your brain like you’re nothing but a science experiment.

The question itself is too pointed and specific for a time like this, but it’s not surprising.

“Who says I’m a believer in anything?” He asks, voice sharp, with a hint of threat. He doesn’t like talking about religion, not with people like Zemo, not with anyone. How would Zemo know he’s Jewish anyway?

“Your files,” Zemo replies smoothly, undisturbed. “They report you called out for three people as you were tortured. The good Captain, Steve Rogers. Your mother. And God.”

Bucky shudders. Of course they would have recorded that. It’s the kind of leverage that could have proven useful if he took even longer to break than expected. And of course Zemo would know. This might actually be another attempt to show off.

Hasn’t he done enough already? Proven that he knew Bucky in the same way his Hydra handlers did? Is he that desperate to make sure Bucky’s aware that he has too much control over him, that he can make Bucky fold back into the role and space of the Asset?

“A lot of people call for God when they die, Zemo.”

The man hums. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

It’s a sharp needle of a rhetorical question. After all, Bucky’s made his own number of hurtful pointed remarks. He guesses he can take that one. It doesn’t sound like an insult, though. They’re both aware of what he’s done, and Zemo doesn’t seem to be that disgusted by it. After all, he’s a killer himself. Commander of a paramilitary death squad…

Bucky saw those skills at Buccaneer Bay, he saw the ease with which Zemo killed those bounty hunters. And that was after eight years in prison. Zemo is nothing if not competent, and Bucky can appreciate that. When you can look past the murder, it’s a beautiful, skillful display.

The Soldier would still have torn him apart, had they met in the field. There is no doubt in Bucky’s mind.

“So, what is it like, to meet the God of Thunder?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. So it’s about Thor.

“Thor’s not a God,” Bucky replies. “He’s just a man. A strong, powerful one. But a man nonetheless. He bleeds.”

“Is that the sum of a god to you?” Zemo asks, sharp eyes still on Bucky. “A person that doesn’t bleed?”

Oh, he wants to talk, he wants to have a conversation. He’s trying so hard to get Bucky to talk to him. A desperate, lonely man. Eight years in solitary confinement must have been torture to someone like Zemo, who obviously is no loner.

Bucky decides to humor him. “That’s actually it,” he starts. “God can’t have a body. Because God is everywhere at once, all the time. If he had a body he’d have to be in one single place at one single time. And God is omnipresent, and omnipotent. Unlimited, by definition.”

The words come easy. They’re words he pulls from the back of his mind, from the unsullied memories of his childhood, from Hebrew school and its Torah commentary lessons on Thursdays at 4pm. He’d run from his secular school to the little room at the back of the synagogue, where only the Romanian kids ever came, and they’d lovelingly insult each other in Yiddish until the class started.

Zemo leans forward, a bright light of interest in his eyes, resting his chin on his hand, watching him intently. “Yesodei haTorah also says that if there were many gods, they would have body and form, like entities are separated from each other only through the circumstances associated with body and form,” he replies and Bucky can’t help but stare at him.

The Hebrew words sound off on his tongue, but he sounds like the kids from down the street who went to the German synagogue, too, the annoying ones whose mom didn’t like Bucky’s.

“Thor could be a god. Because if he is the god of something as specific as thunder, he would have a body,” Zemo continues.

Bucky just keeps staring, for a long moment. He didn’t think Zemo would know this. He didn’t think Zemo would know this and be able to answer, to debate it properly, using the quote and the name of the text. He didn’t think Zemo actually wanted a complex conversation with him. But if he wants it… Bucky’s gonna give it to him.

“He could also just be a prophet. A prophet given the opportunity to show God’s miracles on Earth, through his physical form. A mouthpiece, of sorts,” Bucky replies to that. “But there is a whole species of Thor’s kind out there. There is no such thing as a species of prophets.”

Fucking hell, he hasn’t felt this steady, this self-assured in decades. This is something he remembers, something he knows. Something Hydra never got to touch. Something they never got to twist against him like they did everything else. He’s missed being certain, he’s missed being an authority on something, even if he’s far from an authority on the works of Rambam.

“Doesn’t the Talmud say there were hundreds of thousands of prophets?”

Bucky shakes his head. He was expecting that answer. “Maybe, but it still doesn’t make it a species. Being a prophet isn’t an innate biological property. It’s a result of specific personal spiritual and ethical achievements. The Shechinah doesn’t rest upon you because you are of a specific genetic makeup, or of a specific people. There were gentile prophets too. You can’t breed a race of prophets.”

Zemo nods after a moment, holding up his hands. “You know more about this than I do,” he admits and Bucky rolls his eyes. It’s unlike the man to admit defeat in a verbal debate.

“Says the guy who quoted the Mishneh Torah to me.”

He hasn’t pulled from his childhood lessons from Hebrew school in forever. It feels strange, but good. No one has asked something like that of him in years.

Zemo shrugs. “I have an interest. I dabble, you might say. Knowing what people believe in is interesting to me. It gives me an excellent window into their psyche. We are shaped by what we believe.”

“You don’t seem like the type who believes.”

Zemo has a slow, low chuckle. Bucky’s skin erupts in goosebumps at the sound. “I believe in human ingenuity. I believe in science.”

Bucky snorts at that. “Of course you do,” he mutters. “You’re that sort of guy.”

Zemo raises an eyebrow at him, sharp brown eyes trained on Bucky, the corner of his mouth turned upwards slightly. He’s enjoying this. Unsurprising. Metaphysical debates seem perfect for Zemo’s spank bank. Bucky would be lying if he didn’t admit he was enjoying it as well.

“And what sort of guy is that, James?”

He’s one of the few who know his identity, who have met him while fighting alongside Steve in the 21st century that call him that. He admits he appreciates it. Zemo doesn’t force him into familiarity.

Once upon a time, he’d told him to call him Bucky and not James. Now he’s thankful Zemo has decided that request had an expiration date.

“The... atheist, crazy into evolutionary science and philosophy sort,” Bucky supplies. “Wealthy intellectual. Too much time on his hands.” He means it as a small poke at Zemo’s ego.

Zemo opens his hands in a sign of acceptance. “What can I say? My family was royalty, and I’ve spent the last eight years in a prison cell, all by my lonesome, except for the company of some literary treasures. I believe that qualifies me for ‘wealthy intellectual with too much time on his hands’. Besides, you seem to also enjoy evolutionary science and philosophy. Do not blame me for finding a common ground between us.”

Bucky huffs again. “It’s not exactly a niche interest.”

They fall into silence for a moment, the engine of the plane a comforting, soothing white noise.

“I don’t believe,” Bucky says after a moment. “I stopped in 1945 when the Soviets had me. I kept screaming his name out of habit,” he mutters. “I don’t think I’ll ever get that back, but I don’t think I want to.”

“Who wants to believe in a God that would make you suffer in such horrifying ways?” Zemo punctuates, nodding quietly, understandingly. “The fall of Sokovia and my family’s passing didn’t make me stop believing. I don’t think I ever really did. Perhaps, as a child… The same way one might believe in Father Christmas. I grew out of it.”

Like one grows out of shoes.

“What are you? Catholic?”

There’s another nod. Bingo. Though it wasn’t that hard of a guess. After all, Zemo’s European royalty. At this point, Bucky would have been surprised if he was anything else. Still, knowing things, being able to figure it out, feels good. He gets where Zemo’s penchant for analysis comes from.

“The Zemo line has Habsburg blood,” Zemo adds, as if Bucky asked for his pedigree. “Catholicism is nearly a genetic marker at this point.”

Bucky makes a slight face at that. “Habsburg. Those were the inbred ones.”

The man chuckles again, low and compliant. “I hear it has the tendency to happen, when people insist on reproducing with members of their own group,” he mutters, inhaling deeply. “I will not defend the stupidity of that part of my family tree, distant as it may be,” he adds on an exhale.

“Testament to your intelligence, then.” Bucky hums and looks back out of the window.

Catholicism. The only reason he was really in contact with it was Steve. Steve was Catholic. Like Zemo, it wasn’t something he actually believed in. He said grace because his mother taught him to, he went to church on Christmas and Easter and on the other important holidays. His priest must have been highly entertained by his confessions.

“For what it’s worth,” Zemo starts again, circling back. “I do agree with you that, if he exists, God isn’t a man like Thor. Or a man like Nagel.”

Bucky’s eyes snap back to the man’s face. He is serious, dark. There isn’t a hint of regret in his expression. Zemo’s eyes meet his.

Maybe he hadn’t been dead set on killing Nagel when they’d walked into his lab, but hearing him call himself a god for what he’d done, what he’d made, that had been the deciding factor. Bucky doesn’t need to ask to know. He agrees wholeheartedly.

The serum shouldn’t exist. It shouldn’t have existed in the first place. It had only brought horror into this world. Without it, there would have been no Red Skull, no Zola, no Winter Soldier program, no experimenting on Isaiah Bradley.

From the second it enters your veins, your life is forever changed. First, the pain. Then, the uncontrollable senses and heightened feelings, all of it overwhelming you and making you dangerous to yourself and to others. And then, you become a weapon. Someone’s weapon, or something’s. And judging from the fact the Power Broker is racing to recreate the serum, the market for that kind of weaponry still exists.

Bucky is thankful Steve got to live a full life, free of his medical conditions. But the list of good ends there, and he’s not sure it’s worth it, even for someone he loves.

Despite it all, if someone came to him offering to cure him, to take the serum out of him, he doesn’t know what he’d say. The one thing he doesn’t hate about it is how easy it makes protecting the ones he cares about. He can take a bullet for them, and he doesn’t have to worry too much about it. He can stay awake, cut off his rations, give away his coat or his water for a while. Sacrificing his own comfort for those he loves has never been this easy.

“The serum isn’t a gift from God. It’s a human creation,” Zemo keeps going, as if he doesn’t believe Bucky gets what he means.

Bucky hums. “Horror always comes from humans. At least in my experience.” And fucking hell he has plenty of that.

There isn’t a single piece of proof of God’s existence, or Satan’s existence, he’s ever seen in his days of being the Soldier.

#jewish bucky barnes #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #marvel #mine

[stella-monstrum]

“Autopsy of Jane Doe”[ IFC MIDNIGHT, 2016] [Rated R]

(Review & My Parallel Film Theory)

(NSFW CONTENT AND POTENTIAL SPOILERS)

(Written by Stella, edited by Jacob J.)

No matter the genre, the independent film industry holds many hidden gems within it. Studio IFC has been in the game for close to twenty years now, but it wasn’t until 2010 that it unveiled its plans for their “Midnight” collection and genre.

“Many of our most successful VOD titles are those that might fall under the Midnight label – not just films that are straight up horror, erotic arthouse, or genre films, but also ones that shock audiences, push boundaries, and stir up controversy – so officially creating IFC Midnight was the logical next step,” President of IFC Entertainment Jonathan Sehring in a statement. (SOURCE: indiewire.com // HERE)

But the focus in this article will be solely on the horror genre, specifically the 2016 supernatural/horror/thriller standout The Autopsy of Jane Doe. My review, thoughts, and analysis will include some changes I would have made to change the story itself.  Now, full disclaimer, my changes and reimagining will not affect my rating on the film overall, per se.

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[REVIEW]

One thing that was honestly a surprise (albeit a pleasant one) was how small the cast actually was. Whilst there are ten actors and actresses listed on the IMDb page, the film focuses on only five of them, eventually whittling the action down to three. My honest thought? “With such a small amount of people only being focused on, this will get boring quickly.” But boy, I was 100% wrong in that assumption. If ANYTHING, it only intensified every moment on, Add in dramatic references, film scoring, and film aesthetics? It was just icing on the creep cake.

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Let’s begin with the cast and breakdown of the story:

Brian Cox and Emile Hersch as father-son coroner duo Tommy and Austin Tilden

Ophelia Lovibond as Emma, Austin’s girlfriend

Olwen Kelly as Jane Doe

Michael McElhatton as Sheriff Burke (an albeit brief focus)

Left to right: Austin, Emma and Tommy (Screencap, Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016)

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From the beginning of the film, you are immediately immersed within a brutal crime scene. It seems fairly straightforward in what appears to be a triple homicide. I was taken by (delighted) surprise that it kicked off at such a fast pace, so much so that I physically felt that I’d lost my footing (while sitting). But as the police and forensic team further search the home for evidence, they wind up finding a pristinely preserved and very nude corpse, one only partially covered in dirt down in the basement. This new revelation doesn’t fit what they’ve pinned down to be a homicide.

Enter a quieter and uneventful small town setting. Here we are introduced to Austin and Tommy Tilden, running a very small coroner business out of the basement of their home (blasting rock and roll from the radio whilst they do their job—a very cool touch.) Austin comes off as a young adult who doesn’t want to be stuck in this small town, let alone in this profession. He feels bad since father Tommy is otherwise alone and widowed. 

The Tilden home/business (Screencap, Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016)

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Austin’s girlfriend Emma comes in to pick him up after his shift for a date they had planned. (This part plays into my reimagining later.) Emma sneaks up to scare Austin, then begs and pleads with him to let her see a dead body and what they do for a living. Austin flat out refuses, but then his dad allows Emma to pick one to view. Tommy also explains that they keep bells around the ankles of some corpses (a practice with origins in an old wives’ tale: if the person isn’t dead, the bell will jingle). Austin gets back at Emma by ringing the bell on one of the bodies to scare her, and she threatens that he “won’t be getting laid.” (Emma comes off as a very strong type—and not in a flattering chemistry way)

Just as they’re about to leave for their date, Sheriff Burke comes in with an urgent request: they have 24hrs to perform the autopsy of the Jane Doe found in the opening scene. Austin decides that, with the urgency and his guilt, to stay behind and assist, asking Emma to come back later.

As they perform what they thought would be just another autopsy to find clues as to how or why Jane Doe met her end, things get very eerie and strange. These events elicit goosebumps: from a shift in music to a creepily upbeat version of the McGuire Sisters’ 1954 song “Let the Sunshine In,” to an awful storm coming in seemingly out of nowhere, knocking a tree into the cellar exit, trapping the Tildens inside. The family cat gets killed. The bodies in the morgue awaken. The power goes out. These usually run-of-the-mill supernatural tropes are 100 times more dramatic with the focus only on the two men.

While they examine Jane layer by layer, her fingerprints are nowhere to be found in their system, and her trauma and, injuries in total, do not seem to match up with the crime.

Peat soil from “up northeast” found under her fingernails

No outward visible signs of marking or bruising

Broken wrists and ankles

Ripped out tongue

Mutilated genitalia

Missing tooth (which was force fed to her in a cloth with a ritualistic sigil in it)

Flower with paralyzing properties (and not native to the area) in her stomach

Horribly burned lungs and internal organs covered in scar tissue. 

A very much active brain

Roman numerals and symbols carved into her skin

Markings on the cloth alluding to Leviticus 20:27 (which condemns witches) and the year 1693 (a reference to the Salem Witch Trials)

Austin and Tommy do not come out of this unscathed—or alive, for that matter. While trying to escape in the elevator when being chased by one of the belled-up corpses, Tommy hacks away at it in the dark. But, once the power comes back on, it is revealed to be Emma. Tommy gets attacked by unseen forces (since he is the one primarily performing the exam). They finally reveal that Jane Doe was likely thought to be a witch during the Trials, but the people who performed the ritual were horribly wrong—and ended up turning her into the very thing they sought to destroy. Tommy pleads with the witch to take him as long as she leaves Austin alone, and all of her horrific injuries get transferred to the elder Tilden, leaving Austin to put his father out of misery. Austin, however, gets spooked by a hallucination (provided by Jane) of his dead father on the stairs leading up to the exit. He falls and snaps his neck.

The next day, Jane Doe is in pristine form on the exam table. The Sheriff cannot understand what could have happened since he’d known the Tilden’s for so long, and decides to send Jane off to the next county. The ending features Jane being transferred into the van, a creepily upbeat song playing once again.

All in all, if I were nitpicking, the only real complaint I’d have is that some of the suspenseful moments were drawn out a few seconds too long. On top of that, they shouldn’t have killed off the family cat, Stanley. That said, if you’re into supernatural thrillers or just looking for a film for date night, this would certainly be one to consider. 

(7/10 stabs)  🔪 🔪 🔪 🔪 🔪 🔪 🔪

(Reimagining AHEAD)

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Now after watching the film, I got to thinking. This is my reimagining of sorts, and a theory that they could have used to cash in on a continuation:

Let us rewind a little bit. Remember Emma? Think back to this scene specifically: 

(I do NOT own the rights to this clip, simply sharing for viewing to set the scene)

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In this parallel theory there are a few points of change that come to mind initially:

1. Tommy has a more stubborn personality, absolutely and flat out refusing to let Emma see the cadavers

As he (Tommy) shoos Emma out, that is when the Sheriff urgently brings in Jane Doe. Austin convinces his father to let Emma stick around. Tommy then has the attitude of, “If she wants to see a dead body we’ll let her see the entire process.”

Jane’s body gets taken into the Tilden’s business. (Screencap, Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016)

Whilst the Tilden’s are performing the examination, Emma begins to get bored (before shit gets weird and they essentially awaken Jane’s warnings)

2. When things slowly proceed to get horrific, the further that they get into things, Emma touches the ritual cloth that was used to force-feed Jane her molar, then Austin scolds her for touching evidence.

Progressively after touching the ritual cloth, Emma begins to get very sick. This not only adds an anxiety-inducing level of conflict on top of having to deal with Jane Doe’s unfolding evil, but also provides a deeper layer to the film.

Austin and Tommy examine the ritual cloth. (Screencap, Autopsy of Jane Doe, 2016)

The more that they poke, prod, and try to fight Jane, the worse Emma’s condition gets. Austin has to drag her along whilst also trying to protect his father from the witch’s attacks.

3. You get to the point of looming dread when it becomes clear that Austin cannot save his father, and seemingly Emma as well. (Also fuck it that the cat stays alive and alerts Austin of danger, cause why not?)

After Tommy begs Austin to kill him once all of Jane’s injuries transfer to the elder Tilden (VIEW HERE); Emma’s eyes become clouded like Jane’s.

While Austin tries everything that he can to keep Emma comfortable, he tries to perform a ritual himself to destroy the evil brought in. 

4. For Austin’s final attempt, he burns Jane in the incinerator. 

Jane Doe is far from done causing harm and suffering. When she is burned, Emma takes her place. Seemingly, her magic makes the sheriff believe that Emma was the one that was brought in.

Tommy’s death is made look like a suicide.

Since the Tildens only had 24 hours to solve this case, the Sheriff understands that Austin couldn’t get the job done due to the loss of his father. But rules are rules, and he’s forced to transfer Jane Doe’s (now Emma’s) cadaver to the next county. 

While she’s being taken out and Austin is being asked protocol police questions, the eerie song plays on the radio.

5. Austin knows that he has to hunt Emma’s cursed body into the next county. (And takes the cat with him, because the cat didn’t need to die.)

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Who would LOVE to see a sequel like this?!

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pinky and the brain - s1e1: das mouse

dejavu! have we been here before?

episode summary: brain concocts a hypnotic pancake recipe in order to hypnotise the surrounding population into being his loyal minions. however, one of the crucial ingredients is the meat of a specific type of crab, which can only be found in the reckage of the titanic.

the rundown:

we open with the mice attempting to blow their cage open.

SENIOR PRODUCER: TOM RUEGGER. sorry about that, y’all, but the opening credits are in the actual show, now, so nothing i can really do about it. at least they seem to have a water bottle in their cage, this time, which is good.

NEVER MIND I GUESS. IT EXPLODED. literally every frame there is a smear frame - again, nothing i can do.

poor mousie go bomp. ):

apparently, the plan was less regarding explosive force, and more to set off a rube goldberg chain of events that completely disobey the laws of physics to end up picking the lock.

PRODUCED BY RUSTY MILLS

it’s hard to convey without animation, but this spoon flies through the air and just straight up lands in the lock. it’s wild.

“ooo!” says pinky, watching this all impossibly unfold. “good one, brain!”

“they’re all good ones, pinky.” we will never be free of brain’s face, it seems.

as the mice wander along, brain tells pinky that tonight’s plan will "recieve the aid of legions of unassuming humans”, because he intends to hypnotise them all with the secretions of!

“what, a frog?”

yes, a frog. apparently the frog sweats out hypnotic fluid. it is Filled With Peptides. (pinky’s response to this is “naaaaaarf”, which is very helpful.) after they collect this fluid, brain just needs to work out how to get thousands of people to ingest it.

“like a giant pancake jambouree?”

“please, pinky, i--”

“yes.”

so pancake jambouree it is. brain cooks pinky an experimental batch before he decides to release them to the masses.

look at brain’s lil dress! and pinky has his tongue stuck out. everyone here is having a good time and it’s very cute. this is exactly what lori alexander wants marriage to be.

pinky does briefly express his concerns that he might, yknow, be hypnotised, but apparently the concoction doesn’t attain Full Potency until he adds the meat of a fancy crab, and these are just test batches so he can work out how to hide the taste of the Frog Juice.

it goes about as well as one would hope.

but never mind, eh? time for crab.

turns out all the crab is stored in the titanic.

still, brain is pretty convinced that they can just.... go down there and get it. look at his lil scheming face. pinky argues during today’s pondering segment that “there’s still a bug stuck in there from last time” (okay?) and brain cuts him off to insist that they GO DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN AND RAISE THE HULL OF THAT SORROWFUL SHIP.

he does a gay little point and everything.

so obviously, they have to steal a boat.

brain got one taste of crime from stealing that minivan, and it just never went away.

“behold the alvin, pinky. our ticket to the ocean depths.”

“look, brain! a baby sub on the front!”

“that’s the jason junior, pinky. an additional sub carried by the alvin for remote exploring.”

it’s an additional sub because there’s already one on this mission. (i sweat, watching the fbi draw their guns on me, and insist that i definitely meant submarine. what else could that be, right, guys?)

(the fbi put their guns down.)

anyway the mice steal the boat.

in they go.

the first thing brain does is swap out his hat for one that he brought with him, and demand to be referred to as “captain brain”, so he is definitely someone everyone should take seriously.

he just packed that specifically.

the second thing he does is pull out his big map of the ocean and give pinky a whole bunch of co-ordinates to follow. “bowplans at 2-2-9, on my mark!”

“um, brain?”

well that’s a bastard. brain blames “the sub club”, which i’m sure he knows a lot about BECAUSE HE’S REALLY INTO SUBMARINES, MR PRESIDENT, PLEASE WITHDRAW YOUR MEN

and pinky works out that he can dislodge the wrench-- the submarine clamp??? the county council clamped their submarine for overstaying their welcome in the library submarine park???? - enough for them to make right turns, but not left. inconvenient, but doable.

but before they can set off, brain directs pinky to the radar console.

this apparently stands for Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, and is their special signal that they would use to trace their submarines for oceanographic purposes. brain requests that pinky randomise the signal so they’re not followed.

a difficult job? sure. good thing pinky is a trained sub operator with a good few years of experience.

.....you can literally see him operating the submarine a few pictures up. stop looking at me like that.

with a few minutes of careful handiwork, pinky successfully scrambles the sub’s internal computation, and leaves it probably a little dazed and confused.

good thing ‘narf’ doesn’t actually mean anything, in this universe, apart from being one of pinky’s verbal tics?

oh dear.

turns out that the CIA have found the submarine, and have realised that it is, for the most part, unidentified, apart from the letters NARF.

“have you ever heard of jack mcguire?”

“captain, north atlantic. cold war nut. he was discharged-- always saying that when the enemy arrived, it would be with some mythical--”

“nuclear attack readiness formation.”

“narf.”

“the old man is concerned.”

“the president?”

“no, just some... random old man.”

so dearest “jonesy” (blonde) is instructed to track down jack mcguire in hopes to get rid of the submarine. because nobody can track down a sub like jack mcguire (hm) and “the boys want that thing terminated.”

“you mean the pentagon?”

“no, my two boys, josh and aaron.”

meanwhile, at the sub club, brain plots their course for the titanic.

see they’re here,

and the titanic is there,

but they can only make right turns, so what should be a two hour journey will take, by brain’s calculation,

“seven months.”

“well. that’s a bit longer, then. isn’t it.”

“are you jack mcguire?”

“who wants to know?”

“the cia. got a job for you. there’s a sub in the water, and they want it terminated.”

“ha.”

“so the boys finally saw it my way, huh?”

“the pentagon?”

“no. josh and aaron.”

“hold onto your newtons, desk jockey. we’re going sub hunting.”

“how long have we been at sea, brain?”

“seventeen minutes.”

it turns out that pinky is so bored that if he doesn’t do something soon, he’ll die. please, brain. this is also me whenever i have to spend more than half an hour in the car.

brain suggests that he tries to improve his pancake recipe, and pinky can try it out for him.

pinky decides that actually, he’s busy, thank you very much.

no dice.

“i’ve got another reading”, says jonesy, in the meantime.

“go.”

“4-6-0-0-5, bearing 2-2-7.”

“they’re running the nautilus.”

“the what?”

“1943. german boat captain heinz grindelwald evaded destruction by running a circular course, based on--”

“a nautilus shell.”

“so we cut them off.”

“whoever these guys are, they’re good. they’re probably plotting a missile trajectory at the oval office as we speak.”

meanwhile, pinky throws up.

“well? any better?”

i hope that answers your question, brain.

“pinky! are you alright?”

cute!

he does drop him immediately after pinky confirms that he is, indeed, still alive, but it was cute while it lasted.

“why don’t you let me try making the pancakes yummy, brain? my mother fed us very well.”

“please, pinky. you’re practically the poster child for cheese whiz.”

“pleaaaaaaaaaase.”

(he gets to make the pancakes.)

because they have bigger problems now, presumably!

that can’t be good.

it wasn’t!

and neither is that. brain laments that “someone is dropping death charges,” while pinky goes and shuts down the engine.

the sub operator saves the day once again.

“THIS IS CAPTAIN JACK MCGUIRE. IDENTIFY YOURSELVES OR BE DESTROYED.”

“this is..... jacques cousteau.”

“really. can you prove that?”

“here, ze ocean is teeming with life. but everywhere, there are signs of man’s encroachment.”

“darn! it is jacques cousteau!”

unfortunately pinky decides now is a good time to chime in with a “haha, nice cousteau, brain” so jack declares that his “little ruse will cost him.”

“i must admit. i admire your skill. perhaps in another time, maybe we could have been friends. we are very much alike, you and i.”

“i doubt that.”

so mcguire fires another charge, and the mice go down. ocean mice! sink.

):

“haha! yeah! we did it!”

“i get no joy from the demise of another man.”

“....usually.”

“HAHA YEAH WE DID IT YES YES YES WE GOTTEM WE GOTTEM WE GOTTEM”

(”take the jason hr on ahead full, mr pinky.”

“aye aye, captain brain.”)

conclusion:

this is a long episode.

still, now that they have a vehicle that steers properly, the boys seem to make it okay.

“we should be approaching the hull of the titanic at any--”

DONK.

“naaaaaaarf.”

“yes, pinky. soon we will have the white crabs of the titanic, and then,”

WE SHALL HAVE THE WORLD

“about that recipe, brain, and, um, getting rid of that bad taste--”

“not now, pinky.”

“but brain?”

“just cut it out.”

“oh! aye aye.”

hm.

so the mice bodge an air pressure mechanism to yeet the titanic to the surface. as you do.

“but brain, the icky stuff--”

“i said cut it out, pinky.”

hmmmm.

the balloon expands, as balloons do, and the titanic wobbles a bit.

RISE, LITTLE ONE, AND BE FREE

neat!

“our journey is almost at at end, my friend! we release the air and propel the ship!”

that’s a very cute happy face!

so brain does exactly that, and the titanic farts itself over to california.

i’m not exaggerating.

perhaps brain feels vaguely at home on the titanic. he has vague memories of being drunk out of his mind, and bathing in a sink. best not to unpack that.

instead, he decides to crash it into acme labs. for the lols.

“yes!”

(:

the pancakes are jamboureeing. it’s very cute.

jonesey and mcguire are here too! “nothing like a pancake jambouree after blowing up a sub, huh.”

they’re dating now, i guess. i mean, i hope they’re dating. they should be.

“as the hypnotic fluid winds itself through the minds of our friends, they shall return, happy and content to have us rule over them.”

“well isn’t that nice,” says pinky, in a very condescending manner. “narf.”

“but tell me, pinky, about your pancake batter. how did you manage to hide the taste of the hypnotic sapo?”

“well, the hypnotic stuff tasted terrible, brain. so like you said. i cut it out.”

bonk.

anyway this one goes to pinky because he is emotionally intelligent enough to A, understand sarcasm, and B, to know and/or remember what the plan was in the first place. perhaps he deliberately threw it out to make sure nobody had to eat bad pancakes? honestly, i don’t blame him. pinky, defender of the earth.

brain: 4 ½ pinky: 6 ½ outside influence: 10

“here’s our course. heading 3-2-9, depth 100 metres, bowplanes at 15 degrees. any questions?”

“um. if you could be any animal, what would it be.”

“oh, i’d have to say a hawk, pinky,”

“so i could soar through the sky,”

“and grab tiny white mice in my claws,”

“and feed them to my young.”

“that’s just... weird, brain.”

#patb #pinky and the brain #no a! tag this time! #but i can put it back if yall want #hehe

[glassworkspiderlilies]

take roundabout

Kimetsu no Yaiba | @giyushinoweek Day 7 | Date or Crossover Summary: Shinobu and Giyu go on something of a scavenger hunt, courtesy of Sabito and Makomo. It’s not the worst thing. Notes: college au setting! may or may not make some additional notes for this. 

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It’s late morning when a knock sounds at the door and Shinobu answers it blearily. She’s been studying since 4AM, and it takes her a minute to get her bearings.

“Oh, you’re…Tomioka-san, aren’t you? Makomo’s friend?” she says, after she stares at the man at the door for a moment.

He nods. There’s a paper in his hand, and he looks a little bit troubled.

“Is Makomo in?” he asks, and belatedly, Shinobu steps aside to let him into their common room.

“Ah, my apologies. Yes, come in, I’ll get her.”

He stands stiffly in front of the sofa while she knocks on the door of her suitemate, who comes out after an extended moment. Shinobu goes about her business, going to the fridge for some water, only to find out that their filter is empty. She holds the pitcher under the sink, trying not to make too much noise as her suitemate and her friend converse.

“Hmmmm? What’s the matter, Giyu?” Makomo says, and Giyu holds up the piece of paper.

“Sabito’s sick. Very sick. He says he needs these things by tonight. Told me to ask you for help.”

“Ahhh,” Makomo says. “Yes, you’re not very good at…navigating the town, are you?”

Giyu tenses.

“That’s not true,” he says.

“Mmmm. Yeah. The last time you went out by yourself, you got arrested due to a misunderstanding that you didn’t explain your way out of. We aren’t going to go through that again.” Makomo scratches her head, looking troubled herself now. “The problem is…I have a seminar I’m hosting with my professor in about an hour, so I can’t really be going out.”

Giyu shrugs.

“Then it can’t be helped. I’ll go by myself.”

“Absolutely not. Sabito sent you here because he knows you can’t. Hmmmm. Shinobu, will you do me a favor?”

Makomo turns, startling the other girl out of her dazed state. Shinobu hastily shuts off the water, setting aside the pitcher to filter.

“Can you go with Giyu to pick up some things? I know you’ve been studying for a while—you’re due for a break. Giyu’ll buy you lunch,” Makomo says, and Shinobu glances at the man, who raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest. “Please? He’s really bad at communicating and has some awful luck whenever he’s out in town, and Sabito’s requests can be a little unusual sometimes.”

Shinobu is silent for a moment, then works the cricks out of her neck.

“Okay,” she says. “I could use some air.”

“Thank you!” Makomo exclaims. “Have some fun, if you can. The both of you are always buried in your studies. Shinobu, Giyu’s not the best conversationalist, but he’s not a bad person. Go easy on him. Giyu…make an effort to get along, alright?”

The two people in question look at each other, then look back to Makomo, who merely smiles and waves them off.

“…Shall we go, then? I still have sixteen pages of reading to do by tonight,” Shinobu says, already halfway out the door, and Giyu nods before following her out.

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It’s afternoon by the time they step off the bus into town. Apparently, one thing on this mysterious list of Sabito’s is bread from a particular café, so Giyu leads her to the café in question for lunch, as well.

“You don’t actually have to buy me lunch,” she says, looking around inside the café. It’s a very cute place, very rustic and charming.

“You look tired,” is all Giyu says, and a waitress leads them to a booth by the window.

Shinobu orders coffee and a sandwich; Giyu orders the same, except a different kind of sandwich. They’re quiet as they wait for their food; truth be told, Shinobu is kind of out of it, and though she knows of this guy, he’s Makomo’s friend, not hers. She doesn’t have much to say to him, and she’s not in the mood to make small talk.

Their coffee arrives first; Shinobu pours a packet of sugar into hers and adds a splash of cream. Giyu adds a bit more than she does to his. Shinobu leans back in her seat, allowing the hot caffeine to start rejuvenating her.

When their order arrives, they eat their lunch in relative silence, not making much conversation. As they leave, Giyu buys a loaf of their special bread with fruits and nuts, clearly for Sabito, and they head back out into town.

They browse some local shops—Shinobu is waking up but isn’t entirely awake, so for now, she continues to let Giyu lead the way. In fact, he seems to be perfectly comfortable carrying out the task by himself, and she’s not sure what her role in this is. She lingers back a couple steps, watching him consult the list then look around at the various stores.

When they stop into a bookshop, Shinobu starts feeling a bit more like her usual self as the caffeine kicks in. As Giyu scans the shelves for whatever it is Sabito is looking for, Shinobu wanders over to the mysteries section. She has three books balancing on her arm when Giyu finds her, and he raises an eyebrow.

“What, have a problem with mystery novels?” Shinobu says, and Giyu shakes his head.

“No. I suppose I just didn’t expect it.”

“What exactly did you expect me to read?”

“Romance novels?” he guesses. “I thought they were popular.”

Shinobu hums. “They’re fine. Kanae—my sister—likes them a lot. But I prefer a bit more thrill when I have time to read.”

He inclines his head in acknowledgement, turning to the shelf to read some titles. His brow furrows, and Shinobu tilts her head at him.

“What do you read?” she asks.

He shrugs.

“Not many novels. Sabito and Makomo force me sometimes, though.”

She blinks at him.

“So, what do you read?” Shinobu insists, aware that he hadn’t answered her question and not letting him get away with it.

He coughs.

“I like comics,” he says, and Shinobu smiles.

“Nerd,” she says, without bite.

The side of his mouth quirks up.

“So are you.”

She hums.

“So, did you find whatever Sabito wanted?” she asks, and he turns back to the shelf again.

“I could…probably use your help on this one,” he admits. He pulls out the list, narrowing his eyes at it. “It says, ‘a book that gets my heart racing but isn’t scary.’ I suspect a mystery novel might do the trick?”

Shinobu blinks at him, at the vague description. Nevertheless, she thinks hard and eventually selects one of her favorites that she thinks will fit the criteria. As they exit the bookstore, Shinobu glances at the list still in his hand, and decides to just go for it.

“So, what exactly is this list?” she asks. “I thought it was a regular grocery list, but it seems like…well, it seems a little abstract for that.”

In response, Giyu hands her the paper, and Shinobu raises an eyebrow at what’s written them in messy but legible scrawl.

A fresh loaf of bread from the café by the bus station—any kind that isn’t plain. A drink that clears your sinuses. A face mask that makes you look like a fox. A magazine with tips on how to style a red blazer…

It’s an odd list, sometimes incredibly specific and other times incredibly vague, and she wonders what Sabito wants with some of the things on it. And—she has suspicions, especially with the last item on the list, but she won’t say anything for now.

“Huh,” she says to Giyu, hanging back the paper. “Is he always like this?”

“This is one of his odder ones,” Giyu confesses.

“He’s really got you on some kind of scavenger hunt, even though it seems like you know him well enough to complete it pretty well so far. Do you really have to do this though?”

“No,” Giyu says with a shrug, “But I like to. Sabito’s my best friend. And I owe him a lot.”

Shinobu hums at that, understanding that there’s a long, not entirely pleasant story behind that last bit, judging from his tone. But she warms to Giyu a bit more; he’s…loyal. And a good boy.

She probably shouldn’t think like that of someone who is older than her. But regardless. His devotion is, in any case, endearing.

So they wander the shops, taking their time as they continue to find more things on the list. Shinobu laughs at Giyu’s expression when they hit the cosmetics section for the face mask, and she tugs on his sleeve to guide him to the correct products. She has to stifle her amusement in the convenience store as he pores over the magazines; he unfortunately stops in front of the gravure section, with the especially risqué ones propped in front, so it just looks like he’s staring intently at them.

At the end of the day, they take a rest at the little park on top of the hill. The sun is beginning to set, and Giyu buys them ice cream from the nearby cart.

“My,” Shinobu says. “What’s the occasion for such a treat? You didn’t strike me as an ice cream person.”

“I’m not,” Giyu agrees, “But Sabito said it was imperative I get ice cream at the end of the day. And they make decent matcha ice cream.”

Shinobu hums as she eats her ice cream, which is a special honey and berry flavor. Yeah. She should tell him, she thinks.

“Tomioka-san,” she says, “You do realize we’ve been set up, right?”

He stares at her blankly, and she can almost see the question mark above his head.

“Did Sabito tell you to be at this park when you were done, too?”

“Yes. He was specific about where I should get the ice cream.”

“Ah. Yes. You know what? Let’s take a picture.”

He’s still blank when Shinobu whips out her phone and leans closer to him, holding it up with a smile. She tilts the screen so that both of them are in the shot with their ice cream, a strip of the sunset visible behind them.

“I think this will fulfill the last thing on the list,” she says. “Give me your number, I’ll send it to you.”

Giyu blinks at her, then recites his cell number. A moment later his phone buzzes with a new message, though he doesn’t bother pulling it out to check.

“What did you mean, that we’ve been set up?” he asks belatedly.

She smiles at him wryly.

“This was a date, Tomioka-san.”

He stares.

“Does it count as a date if I didn’t know?”

“Alas, it does.”

There’s a silence as they eat the rest of their ice cream at a decent pace in order to catch the bus back in time. Neither are terribly sure what to say, but Giyu breaks the silence.

“I’ve…never dated anyone before. I can’t imagine that was a very good date.”

Shinobu shrugs.

“I wasn’t exactly prepared, but it wasn’t bad. I’ve definitely had bad ones. And a date can be anything you make it out to be. It depends on the company.”

Giyu glances at her sidelong and says nothing to that.

“Should I be yelling at Sabito?” he asks instead.

Shinobu laughs.

“Makomo was in on it too. Sabito would’ve known she wasn’t free today when he sent you. So if you yell at Sabito, I’ll have to yell at Makomo, and I don’t think either of us will win.”

Giyu grunts in reluctant acknowledgement.

What she doesn't say is that when he showed her the list, she had a sneaking suspicion then already, since the last item was a picture of you and the sunset. And there were the things that Giyu surely would not have been able to find on his own--the books, the facial products, the magazines...there was Makomo's influence. She know what kind of books Shinobu liked, what kinds of products she used, what kind of magazines she'd flip through (though that was because of Kanae). That magazine that was on Sabito's list was actually one that Shinobu had in her room right now, courtesy of her older sister. 

It was a curated list with the thought of both Giyu and Shinobu in mind, and a well thought-out plan. Shinobu doesn't know Sabito very well—only that he, Giyu, and Makomo were childhood friends from the same village, all of whom had the same mentor growing up—but she thinks she'd like to meet him now, to see the mastermind behind this plan, because she's sure that the idea originated with him. Not that Makomo couldn't come up with this, but the girl is a little more airy and mysterious, more prone to support as opposed to the spotlight. 

Shinobu smothers a smile. Well played, the two of them. Well played. 

Giyu's eyebrows are still furrowed, however, and Shinobu pokes at them. His eyes widen in surprise, and she supposes it might be too familiar for someone she doesn't know well. But—

"They'll get stuck like that if you keep doing that," she says, and Giyu sighs. "Come, now. Was it that upsetting? Was I really that bad of a date?"

He looks alarmed.

"No. I mean, I wouldn't know, but. It wasn't a bad time," he struggles to explain. "It's just—I suppose I expected such a thing to be....more? It always feels like there's some kind of...overture."

She laughs a little.

“Sometimes, perhaps. But it’s not always like that. Are you sure you don’t read romance novels?”

He colors a little.

“Makomo makes me, on occasion,” he coughs.  

“Ohhhh,” Shinobu says knowingly, “You’re a romantic.”

“Why are you saying it like that? What’s that supposed to mean?” Giyu says, and she laughs again.

He walks her back to her dorm when they arrive back on campus, even though it would be easier to just drop the packages off first.

Before he leaves, she stares at him, a hand on the door handle. She tilts her head, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Goodnight, Tomioka-san,” Shinobu says, and it looks like she’s made a decision. “Let’s have a proper date sometime.”

She slips inside, her door closes, and Giyu blinks a few times before the side of his mouth quirks up in a smile.  

#giyushino #giyushinoweek #giyushinoweek2019 #kimetsu no yaiba #kochou shinobu #tomioka giyu #fanfiction #im......exhausted today wow #i did not really proofread this #woops meant to post this before i went to run errands

[bellafarella]

87 for david and patrick please :)

thanks, anon! this number was also prompted to me by another anon (who also sent me a bunch of others). 

This is a collection of fics based off of phrases that I have been prompted with here from this list. I hope you enjoy it!! 😁💗

You can also find this here on my Drabble Prompts Series on ao3.

87 (x2): “You’re not a bad problem, you’re a good problem. Not a problem, problem.”

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It’s extremely difficult to run a business with your boyf- the guy you’re dating. They haven’t labeled their relationship yet, they’ve only just begun seeing each other as more than just friends and business partners but it’s the healthiest relationship David has ever been in. 

So yeah, running a business with the guy who constantly gives you a hard-on keeps proving to be god damn near impossible. It could be just the slightest touch or longing look and David wants to drag Patrick by his belt loop and drag him into the backroom and ravish him. The thing is he can’t do that. For one, it’s bad business, and also, they’re supposed to be taking things slow as per Patrick’s request and ultimately, David agrees. His previous ‘relationships’ have always revolved around sex and what David could do to please his partner and in the end, they would always leave him, making him feel incomplete and damaged. Not this time though, nope. David does not want to end up feeling like he has in the past now with Patrick, and he knows that Patrick would never do him dirty like that. Patrick’s a nice guy. He’s also really fucking sexy and driving David crazy with want.

There’s a small lull in the morning before lunch so David does what he imagined all morning, he takes Patrick by the hand and brings him into the backroom. He presses him up against the nearest wall, caress his cheek with his hand, and closes the distance between them. He kisses him slow and softly at first until he feels Patrick push into it a bit more. David slips his tongue into Patrick’s mouth and he hears Patrick moan lowly and he presses his pelvis harder into him. The friction feels amazing, David doesn’t want this to ever stop, but then Patrick pulls his head back slightly, breathing heavily. He says, “We shouldn’t do this here.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” David says taking a couple reluctant steps away from him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Patrick tells him, coming closer. He puts his hand on David’s chest, “I was enjoying myself.”

David smirks at him and is going to say something when Patrick leans up and kisses him on the lips. It’s not as passionate as what they were just doing but it gives David butterflies in his stomach. The kind of kiss he just wants to keep having. 

The bell rings above the door so they pull apart and Patrick winks at him before heading back out onto the sales floor. David takes a moment to calm himself before grabbing a box and heading out there to restock some of the body lotions. 

They’ve flipped the sign to closed and David is sweeping the floors while Patrick counts the money in the back office. David finishes up so he goes to see Patrick still counting away. He stands behind his chair and leans down to kiss the side of his neck. Patrick chuckles lightly and turns his face to the side to capture David’s lips in a soft kiss. David deepens it by slipping his tongue into his mouth and moaning lightly at the feel of Patrick’s tongue against his. He turns Patrick around in his chair and runs his hands up his chest.

Patrick pulls back from the kiss and David moves to kiss his jaw and then his neck. Patrick says, “David… I need to finish this.”

“Mmhm yeah,” David mumbles against his neck but has no plans of letting him finish just yet.

Patrick takes David’s head in his hands and tells him, “Let me finish this first.”

David nods once Patrick lets go of his face. He walks over to the sofa that’s in there and takes a seat. He crosses his legs and wraps his arms around himself. He feels like he might have just annoyed Patrick. He starts to spiral inside his mind. He knows he can be too much too fast but he thought they were getting on really well. Shit. Did he just fuck this all up because he can’t keep his hands to himself for five fucking minutes to let him finish counting the till? Fuck, and he specifically asked to go slow a few days ago and here he is all over him not able to let him do his work. 

David doesn’t realize that Patrick’s standing in front of him until he hears him say, “David? What’s going on?”

Patrick sits down next to him and David says, “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, you only sit like that when you’re panicking. What’s going on? Did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry-”

“No, you didn’t,” David interrupts him. He sighs and stands up. He shakes his arms out, trying to muster up the courage to say something, anything.

“David, please tell me what’s wrong,” Patrick’s voice breaks through the fog in his brain and then he’s speaking, “I just feel like I keep messing this up,” he motions between them, “And that I’m this like problem for you or something.”

Patrick stands and goes over to David. He puts his hands on his shoulders and looks into his eyes, “David, you’re not a bad problem, you’re a good problem. Not a problem, problem.”

“What?” David asks taking a step back.

“I don’t know what I was trying to say, you caught me off guard,” Patrick says taking another step closer to David. “You’re definitely not a problem to me, David. If you didn’t already know this, I’m pretty crazy about you.”

David twists his mouth to the side. He looks up then back into Patrick’s eyes and asks, “Really?”

Patrick smiles sweetly and nods. “Yes, really. I like you a lot and I can’t stop thinking about you, even when we’re together.”

David shakes his head slightly from side to side trying to not let the grin break his face apart. “If we’re being honest,” He starts to say, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Patrick puts his hands on David’s waist. He continues, “I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

Patrick closes the space between them, kissing him hard and full of passion. It takes David’s breath away and he moans deeply into the kiss, pressing hard against him. Patrick takes a step back and pulls David with him to the sofa. Patrick sits down and looks up at David through his lashes and pats his lap. David all but growls as he climbs onto Patrick’s lap, his hands running up his chest to his neck and going back in to devour his mouth. 

Patrick’s arms are wrapped around David, keeping him close and his hands are moving up and down his back. He slips his hands up David’s sweater to feel his warm skin. David grinds against Patrick making them both moan deeply into their kiss. 

“David,” Patrick moans, letting his head fall back onto the sofa. 

David watches him, he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, hoping he will say no but knowing he will if he’s asked to.

“No,” Patrick says before capturing David’s lips in another searing kiss. “You feel so good,” He says a little breathlessly when David’s lips move down to his neck. Patrick’s hips buck up as David sucks a small mark on his collar bone just below his shirt neckline. 

Patrick’s hands move down to grab onto David’s ass and pull him harder against him. “Fuck, Patrick,” David moans out. “If we don’t stop now, I’m going to cum in these very expensive briefs,” He adds breathlessly.

They look into each others eyes both breathing heavily. “Yeah, we should,” Patrick says with a small nod. David removes himself from Patrick’s lap and they sit side by side willing their erections down. 

They look at each other and both start laughing. David smacks Patrick’s arm lightly making Patrick grin. “C’mere,” Patrick says nodding his head to the side. 

David scoots closer and Patrick reaches his hand out to cup David’s cheek and moving his hand slowly to the back of his neck. He kisses him softly but so full of passion, it gives David those butterflies again. Patrick pulls back slightly and says, “Wanna go for dinner?”

“Yes, I’d love to,” David says softly giving him a small smile.

Patrick smiles back and kisses him softly one more time on the lips before standing and extending his hand to David. They lock up and walk hand in hand across the street to the cafe. They sit in their booth where they had their first date not even a week ago. David smiles at Patrick as he talks to him about something - David’s not really sure, it’s definitely about some sport because David stop focusing and started thinking about his meltdown earlier and how quickly Patrick was there to squash all of his insecurities about their relationship. He gets those butterflies again as Patrick reaches his hand out across the table and takes David’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb against his. Now that he knows he’s not this big, bad problem for Patrick, he can concentrate on their relationship and enjoying the journey.

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[lovelyirony]

"I love you but please stop trying to cook me dinner you suck" "grab you fluffy socks I just waxed the floor" and "there was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight" for winterhawk? Please?

"I think we can all pretty much say that no one saw this coming,” Natasha says, eyes sparkling as she sees the happy couple at the main table. 

“But we’re all very glad it did, as it makes conversation so much easier when you can tell about thirty stories about our favorite couple of the night. I have one about when they first met...” 

-

When Bucky Barnes came to join the rest of the Avengers at the official residence, he was cagey. He barely talked, would usually make his meals at times when no one else was around, and wasn’t what anyone called a social butterfly. 

Clint resolved to change this. 

This involves convincing Tony that “yes, the entirety of the main kitchen floor and main room needs to be waxed. Do not ask why.” 

Clint knocks on Bucky’s door. Bucky is expecting it to be Steve, probably trying to drag him to get coffee somewhere. 

“Get fluffy socks.” 

“Fluffy?” 

“I know you have them, Jarvis orders them specifically for when it gets cold. Meet me in the kitchen. Do not put on shoes.” 

Clint is the very first one who gets the Winter Soldier to glide on hardwood floors, and Natasha gets footage of Bucky yelling as he narrowly misses ramming himself into the kitchen island. 

“If you damage the kitchen, I think Tony might just combust,” Natasha remarks to Clint. 

“I’ll be sure to get it on video,” Clint remarks, but pushes a chair over a bit to hide a scuff mark. “Besides. Totally worth it.” 

-

The audience laughs as Tony points an eyebrow to Clint, and does the “I’m watching you” gesture. Clint raises his drink as a toast, and grins as his husband sticks out his tongue at Tony. 

Steve is next up to the plate, straightening his tie. There’s a hoot of “that’s my man!” from Sharon, who has thoroughly been enjoying the open bar of the wedding. 

He takes the mic, smiling broadly at the happy couple. 

“In case you didn’t know, Bucky is always looked at as the less-disastrous one. But during the beginning of the dating process, here’s what happened...” 

-

Bucky needs an excuse to be romantic. Because Clint deserves romance, dammit! He should be getting a dozen red roses and soft love music playing in the background as they eat dinner together. 

The only problem is that Bucky does not want to rent out an entire restaurant because Clint would get paranoid, but Steve has the nastiest habit of barging in when he shouldn’t. 

(Steve does not mention this in his best-man speech, but still. Everyone knows it, except sometimes Sharon forgets, but that’s just because he can’t really barge in at any inopportune time for a date with his girlfriend.) 

He goes up to Steve. 

“I need your help with a date idea.” 

The help, in question, is Bucky shutting off the power so Clint gets a romantic, candlelit dinner. 

“Are you sure that’s the best option?” Thor asks, happening to overhear it. 

“Absolutely,” Bucky says. 

“You know, you could just dim the lights.” 

“It ruins the effect,” Steve responds. “Full power outage, you got it.” 

What they didn’t know was that with the full power outage, Bucky can’t really cook anything and tries to get things cooked over the back-up power for the kitchen utilities, but he’s also very bad at cooking. 

“Power outage, we’re having dinner by candlelight babe,” Bucky says, poking his head into Clint’s room. 

“I thought it was night-time,” Clint says, yawning. 

“Nah, you just napped a long time.” 

Bucky sucks at cooking. Mainly because he learned from his mother, which was well over eighty years ago and the basics he does remember are scant and boring. 

Clint nearly chokes when he tries the potatoes. 

“What did you do to these, may I ask?” 

“I tried to boil them,” Bucky says. “And add some seasoning.” 

“I don’t know how, but you messed this up. Oh god, you suck at cooking.” 

Bucky pouts, candlelight exaggerating his face. 

“I tried my best,” Bucky says. 

“I know,” Clint reassures. “But leave the cooking to maybe a private chef we hire or me. I can sometimes cook things.” 

They end up getting out of the tower, because Tony storms down the hall yelling 

“JUST WHO CUT THE POWER? WHY ARE THERE CANDLES?!” Steve also gets out of the tower, although Tony does eventually track him down. 

Bucky and Clint laugh over egg drop soup and lo mein, and Bucky has to admit it’s a little bit better than eating by candlelight. 

- 

The audience is laughing as Bucky cheers to the best man, grinning. 

“We’d like to thank you all for coming,” Bucky says. “If you told me five years ago that I’d be here...it’d be crazy. I never thought I’d meet someone as amazing as Clint, but I’m so happy I did.” 

Clint “aws” and joins his husband to stand. 

“Just try not to dirty the tablecloths. Thor, that statement is directly at you. But have a good time, dance, and please don’t request the Cupid Shuffle.” 

[elysianslove]

Hello! I know this may not be your thing but I decided to give it a shot, if not no biggy!

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing Gojo and/or Sakuna with an asexual lover? (One that doesnt feel sexual attraction but doesnt mind kissing and cuddling etc and loves physical affection but nothing beyond that?) And like, how a relationship with that kind of person would come to be?

Because Sakuna and Gojo both give off *he totally fucks* vibes.

So how they ended up with an asexual lover would be interesting, maybe the MC rejects their advances because fear of being hated for being Ase? Because they know that the other person definitely fucks.

How would their relationship work? How would the guy react/comfort the MC.

(Maybe it ends with a epilogue with no sex(as in penetration and blowjobs to be exact but mc later in a relationship would be willing to do things like handjobs and other hands on/Using toys to pleasure their partner because they cant in that way) but lots of passionate makeout sessions/kissing/sucking and worshiping the mc's body? Especially the collar bone)

If you arent into it that's cool! I totally get it!

This is pretty self indulgent after all ahahaha it's hard being an asexual in fandoms lmao.

hi my love!! okay to start off, i’m really honored you sent in this request to me. idk just the fact that you’re trusting me with it is really sweet hehe. i’m fairly knowledgable about sexuality but i don’t like to write about things i’m not 100% sure about because i don’t wanna risk doing anything wrong or accidentally offending you! but!! thank you for going into detail with the request, and i hope this is what you were looking for, and that i didn’t do any mistakes <3

i wrote headcanons so i can go into detail and write for both!! 

some nsfw under the cut, my loves! <3

ryomen sukuna 

i’d say, to begin with, it would take a small while for sukuna to even be accepting of his own feelings towards you. nothing having to do with your sexuality, just you in general, specifically that you’re human and so different from him. i don’t think sex ever crosses his mind, at least at the start, because he’s too busy being really angry over the way he can’t seem to control his reactions to every little thing you do. so he himself won’t actively work at starting a relationship with you.

but he will realize, over time, that you’re not doing anything either, even though he’s been noticing that you’re not pushing him or his advances away. like any act of protectiveness that involves him physically touching you intimately, you don’t reject, and you’re always ready to retort at any quip he had. he could tell that these feelings he had for you were mutual, he was just so confused as to why you weren’t doing anything about it.

sukuna’s a thousand year old cursed spirit. he does not know shit about sexuality. i think the way he’d look at it is fuck who you want and fuck who you like. i feel like nicki minaj’s said that before, has she? he doesn’t like thinking too much about it, you know? 

his confession would probably be a kiss because words? he doesn’t know them. when he feels you return the kiss he’s, deep down, elated, really, and this is simply because of his naturally sexual personality, he starts hinting at more, until you stop him. he’s really confused because you just kissed him back? you’ve been kissing him for so long why do you want to stop now? he can see the fear steadily growing in your eyes and he’s even more confused now he’s just. humans are so weird. 

when you cautiously tell him, “i don’t want to go further than this. is that okay?” you look like you’re waiting for the world to erupt in your face. he just frowns and shrugs like, “yeah but that’s not the point. do you not want me?” 

it takes about an hour and a half for sukuna to properly process what you’re saying. at first he’s so thrown off by it, not by you! he just can’t process the fact that someone doesn’t feel any sexual attraction towards someone or doesn’t crave sex at all. it’s not that he’s rude about it, it’s just a really foreign concept to him, you know? when you add that it’s just sex, and you’re okay with a lot of other things, the gears in his brain finally start working again and he just goes. 

*shrugs* ok. 

literally lmao. like i said earlier, sukuna doesn’t give a shit like whatever do what you want. 

because of the rush of emotions he’s feeling towards you, and the fact that this in itself, a relationship, and a relationship with a human too, he doesn’t really focus on the fact that he might want more from you. he’s easily satisfied with a lengthy make out session, and he admits it to you every time he sees you get a little anxious or unsure of yourself. 

however, his needs do grow with your relationship. it’s kind of clumsy, your transition into a proper long term relationship, especially with sukuna, but you two make it work. 

you agree to try different ways to pleasure him, even if he kinda rushes through them because he’s generally just excited to have your hands on him. at first he’s content with anything you’re offering, but it makes him feel kinda useless when you won’t let him touch you and you have to remind him that your needs are different than his and that you’re sated differently.

i see sukuna as a curious and experimental guy, so he would definitely let you use toys on him. nothing too extreme, because he still needs that sense of control, but you do use some toys like a fleshlight or a vibrator to rile him up. he likes using your hand too, because it’s always so soft against him and it feels a hundred times better than any toy. he learns not to overstep any boundaries though, and not to do anything that might make you uncomfortable even if it takes him a little longer. like i said, the whole idea is just different to him, so it takes him a while to understand, and he’s still learning as he goes!

he loves your make out sessions, especially after you establish your boundaries and your limits and what you’re willing to do for him. he absolutely adores leaving your skin a sky of blue, pink and purple it sends chills down his spine marking you like that. he’s always touching you all over, and just loves to grab and knead at your skin. 

in the proper long term, he doesn’t mind it at all tbh. the two of you develop a system, and he’s okay with it. the same way you would never cross his boundaries and force him to do anything he doesn’t want, he’d do for you too! it really never truly mattered, and it truly never will.

gojō satoru

different from sukuna, i think gojō would definitely be knowledgable about things like this. idk he just seems like the kind of guy that’s innately so aware of everything around him, and can read people exceptionally well.

he probably picked up on the fact that you weren’t comfortable with sex, or just didn’t experince sexual attraction, on his own, but never really brought it up because it was never his place. but the same way he picks up on that, he picks up on your obvious crush on him. he pays both details no specific attention until he starts to realize his own feelings for you, and begins on his subtle advances.

he tried to make his advances as sfw as possible, you know? just in case his suspicions were confirmed to be true. he was just extra flirty, sometimes touchy but never in an inappropriate way. very subtilely like always having your shoulders or knees touching or dusting of your jacket or feeding you a piece of his food. cute little things like that.

he gets super worried when he notices you start to distance yourself from him, because he can’t imagine what he might’ve did to push you away. he overthinks a little, worried that he overstepped his boundaries or made you uncomfortable in any way, but he isn’t afraid to approach you about it, to make sure he doesn’t repeat his mistakes, especially with someone like you, who he’s slowly growing more and more infatuated by. 

when you admit to him you’re asexual, he realizes he was right, but then he’s like, “and? did i do something?” and now it’s your turn to be confused because here you were worried about rejection but here he was worried about you? 

this specific incident is what makes you let loose and finally just freely admit your feelings for him. he’s ecstatic about it, seriously! all that’s on his mind is that he gets to go on a date with someone he really likes. sex is the last thing on his mind, and yeah, you’ll eventually have to talk about it, but not for now. it’s for later, when things get a little more serious. 

they do get serious, to both your delights, but the dreaded moment is approaching you. gojō definitely sits you down and says, “we’re only having this talk so i know never to do anything outside of your limits. everything about this relationship is 50/50, and i want to know ways to make you feel good, too.” 

please sir your hand in marriage.

i definitely believe gojō’s a kinky guy, and is more than willing to try out literally any sex toy you pull at him. genuinely, he’ll try anything you wanna try. if you ever offer a handjob, he’ll ask a million times over if you’re sure. usually, he likes to just do it himself, but have you there next to him. he won’t touch you, but your hands will be in his hair, and you’ll be kissing his neck, or just murmuring how much you love him in his ear, just spurring him on. he knows the last thing on your mind is anything sexual, but there’s just something about being under your watchful, almost bored gaze as he fucks himself.

anyways before i get too into it lmfao, he loves kissing you. loves loves loves it. not even full blown make out sessions, just gentle, serene kissing. he can kiss you for hours. 

he is also incredible at body worship and praise. paints your pretty collarbone pink and purple, whispers about how you’re perfect for him, describes all your features to you like poetry. he’s an incredible lover, really. nothing can make him fall out of love with you, absolutely nothing. 

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons #saturo gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo headcanons #saturo gojo headcanons #gojou x reader

[templeofulchtar]

Ghost Season Working 6/7

Checking In

The purpose of checking in is to provide a point of reflection along the journey. It’s a time to check in with yourself, with Starscream, your ritual partner (if you have one) and your other allies to see how your Labors are progressing.

In the Ritual Overview (Post 2 in this series) I suggested doing two check-in’s, one on September 11 and one on October 2. These are suggested dates only, chosen because they mark the 1/3 and 2/3 points in the journey.

When, and how often you check in is really up to you. You might do it at the dates suggested, or do a single check-in at the halfway point, or you might want to do it every week.

How to Check In

When you’re ready to check in, set aside an hour or so when you won’t be interrupted. There is no set ritual for this, but you can add an element of ceremony to it by:

★ lighting a red candle which you have inscribed with Starscream’s name, his sigil, or a Starscream sigil of your own devising

★ applying a dab of the essential oil blend I created as an annointing oil

★ putting on a playlist of songs that remind you of Starscream

★ using one of the chants I wrote for Starscream: Let Me Be or the Dream Seeker Chant

★ drawing the sigil I created for Starscream (or one of your own) in your journal as a point of focus

Now, in your journal or in discussion with your ritual partner, take time to review your goals, Labors, and progress. If you like, you can use some of the following questions as journal prompts or springboards for discussion:

★ How are your Labors progressing?

★ Looking back over your goals, how do you feel about them? Have your feelings changed since the start of this journey? If so, how?

★ What is a victory you’ve achieved in your Labors so far?

★ How successful have you been in setting aside the obstacles on your list of sacrifices? Have any additional obstacles cropped up? If any of them are being troublesome, consider doing the Null-Ray Meditation.

★ Are there any adjustments you need to make in terms of your goals, Labors or sacrifices? Be specific, and make concrete plans for any adjustments that seem needed.

★ Is there anything in your Labors that you’re afraid of, or afraid to take on? If so, consider doing the Facing Fears Meditation.

★ Is there a task you’ve been avoiding? What if you were to do that task tomorrow? How would you feel, knowing it’s behind you?

★ Is there a task you’re looking forward to?

★ Have you chosen your rewards yet? If not, try to think of a few and add them to the rewards list in your journal.

Once you’ve checked in, it’s time for gratitude. Wherever you are in your journey, take a moment to appreciate the progress you’ve made and the courage it took to undertake something like this.

Show appreciation for your ritual partner, if you have one, to any allies who are assisting you, and (most especially!) to Starscream. An offering to Starscream would not go amiss at this time. For ideas on suitable offerings, see Post 5 in this series, Greeting the Seeker.

Then do something nice for yourself. Maybe pick one small reward from your list and indulge. Tomorrow you’ll be getting back to work, but for now, it’s time to enjoy some of the fruits of your Labors. 

A Few Additional Thoughts About Labors

In Ghost in the Machine, Starscream does not technically complete the third and final Labor which Unicron assigned to him. That Labor was to connect Unicron’s head to Cybertron. As Unicron phrased it:

“Connect my head to the planet Cybertron. I will then have a new body. I will be complete again, able to devour all worlds in my path.”

Starscream’s reply indicated he was fine with this:

“You’ve got it! The sooner I get my own body, the better!”

As we all know, however, that isn’t how things ultimately went down. Starscream, who was possessing Trypticon at the time, appeared to lose control of his giant host at the crucial moment:

"Unicron! If you want the connection made, you'd better give me a new body now!"

Unicron had little choice but to grant Starscream’s request. He blasted a beam of light from his optics, and Starcream’s body was magically reformed.

"Now, do my bidding,” Unicron commanded. “Complete the connection!"

To which Starscream replied:

"Ha! Do it yourself!"

So, I have thoughts on this. (Because of course I do.) I don’t think Starscream actually intended to fulfill that final Labor. For one thing, it would have resulted in Cybertron’s destruction, and it would have unleashed a planet-devouring monster on an unsuspecting galaxy.

My point? Well, I think our Seeker might have a conscience, much as he likes to pretend otherwise. But I also think he was practicing what might be called enlightened self-interest in this situation. Starscream is clearly aware that Unicron has no reason to grant him a body once Starscream has served his purpose.

Starscream has also obviously thought far enough ahead to note that he could be on the Dark God’s menu just as easily as anyone else. Hence his little ruse, and his refusal to make that final connection.

What can we take from this? A lot, I think. It suggests to me that while we do need to work hard at our Labors, we also need to work smart. We need to pause from time to time, evaluate the effort we’re putting in, and ask ourselves if our energies are being spent wisely.

Now that you’re part of the way through Ghost Season, take a look at your list of Labors in relation to your goal. Ask yourself: are these the right Labors? Is the effort I’m expending on them bringing me closer to my goal?

Congratulations! You’ve set off on a bold journey, and have remained accountable to yourself at every step. As October 23 draws closer, it’s time to begin planning for the final rite of Ghost Season: Reclaiming the Crown.

#starscream #reflection #ghost season working #ghost in the machine #starscream's ghost #pop culture magick #pop culture paganism #pop culture spirituality #pop culture spirit guides #journal prompts

[i-moonbabe]

In The Same Place

*Not requested*

Group: GOT7

Idol: Yugyeom

Type: Fluff

Description: Living with Yugyeom is not bad at all. Though living with him doesn’t help you crush on him. One night, when he leaves to hang out with his friend a fire breaks out. The problem? You’re stuck in there with no one else in the house. From there where will things go?

(In this imagine GOT7 isn't a Kpop group. They are talented- can dance,rap and sing- but they're not famous. Also, this story doesn't have a SPECIFIC GENDER, if you noticed anything that is directed towards one specific gender then please do tell me, I’ll change it.)

Y/N POV

I unlocked the door to enter the place where I currently live. I place the keys on the counter before I quietly take my shoes off. Grunt as I stand back up I hear footsteps nearing me.

"Hey," Yugyeom smiles towards me as he walks into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey," I give back a war smile. Slowly walking to the chair that is pulled out of the table, I take a seat. When unlocking my phone I take notice  of the time, it's 10:41 PM.

"Hm, I got here pretty late," I tell myself, as well as telling Yugyeom indirectly. My arms stretch upwards, simultaneously making me hold my breath.

"Tired?" Yugyeom looked at me with concern in his eyes. Not wanting to take too long to reply I shook my head.

"No, just stretching. It’s been quite a busy day," my voice didn’t seem to convince him. It took me some seconds to notice how dry and uninterested my responses sounded.

“I might sound tired but trust me, it’s just the fact that I haven’t been drinking enough water” I chuckled to myself, getting up from my seat to walk towards the sink.

“If you say so. Let me know if you start to feel sick,” I nodded my head, letting him know I heard him. After gulping down the water in my mouth I headed straight for my bedroom.

Yugyeom owns this whole place, I'm just living here until I get my own place. He was kind enough to let me live with him at a fair price. It's been almost a year since I moved here from my previous city. I’ve lived with Yugyeom for about 9 months now, if I'm not wrong. Since it's his place, his friends normally came to visit him. While they’re here, Yugyeom made sure to make me hang out with them at times. At first, they thought Yugyeom and I were dating until he explained the situation. Most of them seemed to be disappointed with the reality of my sudden appearance in his life.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Yugyeom call out my name.

"Hmm!" I hummed out loud. I waited  for a couple of seconds before letting out another loud hum. Yet again, he didn’t respond.

"Y/N!" he called out again.

"Yes!" I decided to walk back to where I previously had been.

"Jackson invited me to his place to watch a movie with the others, he was wondering if you wanted to come as well. You free? I know it’s late but it’ll be fun" he offered as he held his phone in the palms of his hand, with the screen on their group chat.

"Well, I don't have any assignments nor do I have to study but I don't feel like going out today. Is that okay with him?" I look at him with an expression that showed how I didn’t feel like going out. Yugyeom looked a tad bit blue after hearing the words that came out of my mouth. Seconds later, however, he smiled.

"Yeah, he'll understand" I nod at his reply and started walking towards my room again. I begin to change into something I was comfortable in and started playing music. I was jamming along to the music until someone tapped my shoulder. I flinched as I turned around.

"Holy sh- Oh, Yugs, it's you," I said looking at the tall fellow in front of me.

"Yugs?"

"Well, that's what popped into my mind when I saw you," I told him, feeling a little embarrassed at my nickname for him. He chuckled in at my state, whispering something to himself, as well.

"Well I’m going to leave and I just wanted to let you know, bye," he told me as he waved, despite being no less than 2 feet away from me.

"Alright, bye. Oh! Are you going to be back by tomorrow or the days after that?" I asked, wanting to know when he’ll arrive.

"I’m not sure, but when I figure it out, I'll text you," he says holding up his phone as he begins to walk out of the room.

"Okay, see y-"

"Y/N," his head poked through the door. I smile towards him. Cute, was the only word I can use to describe him at the moment.

"Yeah,"

"You sure you don't wanna join?" he asked.

"Yugs, I'm sure," I couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. 

"Well, are you 100% su-" I cut him off.

"Yes, I am. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm not a 5 year old. Now go, they're waiting for you"

"Ugh, fine." I heard him whine as he walked out. Once I heard the click of the front door I knew he had left. This boy will be the death of me. Why is he cute? LikE WHAT WAS MIXED WITH HIS GENES THAT MAKE HIM THIS CUTE DESPITE BEING A TALL GUY?! Not only him but his group of friends as well.

"I should stop. He doesn't even like me like that," I lightly slapped my cheek.

I drag my feet near my dresser that's near my window to put on lotion. After a long day, I felt my skin cool down because of how cold the lotion felt being smeared on top.

"O sole mio te quiero," I sang along to the music that's still playing in the background. As I finished closing the top to the lotion bottle, my eyes fell on the scented tea light candle I bought last week. Hm, should I light it up?

"I guess. It'll add a good scent to the room," I ran to the kitchen to get a stove lighter, running right back to my room. After a couple of tries, I was finally able to light up the candle. Making sure the fire didn’t blow out, I ran towards my bed and pull the covers over my a portion of my body. I quietly scroll through my phone as I listen to my music.

 Damn, he's gonna be the death of me, I thought to myself, liking the picture Yugyeom had uploaded an hour ago.

---(Time skip)---

I yawn as I look at my phone. I thought about whether I should go to sleep or stay up all night. As soon as I felt my eyes droop down I knew I won't last the whole night.

"Nope. I'm going to put my ass to sleep" I told myself as I lazily got up from my bed and flicked the lights off. Now, here's something that's not good children... I forgot to blow out my candle. Let's just say my dresser is really close to my curtains and since my candle is close to my curtains that only means trouble.

Yawning once again I flop down onto my bed trying to get comfortable. Changing my sleeping positions until I felt myself get comfortable. It took awhile but soon enough sleep hit me and I was out.

Second person POV

It was never a good idea to leave the candle out for that long. The fact that you are sleeping isn't good either. The gut feeling of danger is something that hit Yugyeom as he felt like something was wrong. With the night being cold enough already, the wind decided to also be your enemy, sending harsh blows against your window. Since your window wasn't properly fixed yet the curtains flowed towards the candle. Every time the wind blew against your window, the curtain grew closer to your candle. Soon enough, the curtains got caught onto your dress which made the fire go from one curtain to another. Inch by inch, the fire grew wild, making it hard for your sleeping state to breathe.

A female's POV

"I swear to god, why does it have to be so darn windy?" I complained to myself. I look around trying to see if I was any closer to my girlfriend's house. I’ve been walking for 20 minutes now, yet there is now sign of the party my girlfriend held. As I look around this one house caught my eye. One of the rooms looked to bright. It seemed as if someone let loose thousands of flashlights. Just then, it hit me, the house is on fire.

"Eh? Why isn't anyone leaving the house?" I began to worry because it looked like only that room was set on fire. I didn't think twice before pulling out my phone to call the fire station. Guess what? Fuck my life because my battery died. I'm such a wonderful person, aren't I? I hated myself for not charging my phone before I got ready to leave. I felt bad because the person in the room could be in some great danger. I ran towards the front door and rang the bell but no opened the door.

"Ugh! Please be okay!" I knocked and rang the bell once more but no response. Did the person blackout? I tried to twist the doorknob but nothing happened

"Excuse me... Who are you? Why are you trying to open my door like that?" A random person said. I turned around to see a tall guy with... 6 other boys. He's cute but he's isn’t my girlfriend. Someone who is very dear to me.

Yugyeom's POV

(This is happening around the same time you went to sleep and the women noticed your room was on fire)

Jackson sighed once again. I had this feeling that something isn't going right. Is Y/N okay? Should I call? Then again, they might be sleeping.

"I'm sorry, I asked Y/N to join us but they refused," I said apologized for the 100th time.

"But I specifically said to bring Y/N not ask for permission, instead to drag them here, I had a feeling they would say no," Jackson pouted a little.

"He's right," Mark agreed taking another sip of his preferred drink.

"You know what... How about we just go back to my house and hang out instead?" I got up from the couch. That was the only option that could satisfy everyone.

"Finally, I was hoping you would say that," Jackson smiled towards me as he happily jumped up from his seat.

"You're older than me... You could've just told me to-"

"Let's not waste any more time," Bambam grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

"I'm driving," Bambam trying to reach for the door, only to get pulled back by Jackson.

"No. You are not, I am," Jackson replied as he opens the door to the driver's seat. We all somehow were able to fit all 7 of us in a 5 seated car. We're definitely not going to 'fight' about how we are squished into my tiny car.

"Jackson... Shouldn’t you drive your own car? It has enough space to fit all of us," Jaebum pointed at the white car on the other side of the garage.

"I have no idea why I forgot I owned a car but I just did," Jackson chuckled as he opened the door and ran towards his car. All of us groaned as we got out of the car.

"I'm free!" Youngjae laughed gaining a smile from all of us.

Soon enough we were arrived at my house and noticed a girl trying to open the door to my house.

"Who is she?" Jinyoung asked.

"I don't know," I mumbled just as confused as he was.

"Excuse me... Who are you? Why are you trying to open my door like that?" I asked her.

"Well, I noticed that a room in your house was on fire as I was going to my girlfriend's house. I tried to call the fire station but my battery dead. Stupid me. But can we not waste time and call the fire station because I am 100% sure the person in there is either gonna burnt, they fainted or some other stuff. No one left the house and I’m very concerned" she told me as quick as she can. I was shocked to hear this.

"What?!" I began to panick.

"I am not lying," I walk past her and quickly open the door with my keys.

"Call somebody call th-"

"Jinyoung is talking to them," Youngjae told me. I rush to Y/N's door in an attempt to take him/her out of the room.

All I can think of is saving Y/N. Even if my life is in danger, I want Y/N safe. That's all.

"Yugyeom! Stop! You’ll get hurt!" Jaebum held me back from the room smoke came out of. I didn't even hear a tiny squeal from the room. Is Y/N okay?

"N..no! I have to get Y/N out of there,"  I released myself from his grip.

Running towards the door, I tried opening it but somehow it looks like the doorknob is jammed. It's not moving one bit. Y/N doesn't usually lock his/her door like this.

"Argh! What the fuck?!" I started to get agitated since the door wouldn't budge one bit.

"Yugyeo-" I choose to kick the door instead. I kicked and kicked until it broke open.

"Y/N?!" I looked for them around the room and saw them right there. Y/N was by the bed passed out with their phone in their hands. I regret going out without their now... If only I was here.

"Y/N?! Are you okay? For fuck's sake, how dumb am I... You're clearly not okay,"

"Yugyeom, are you crazy?! Now both of you are stuck in the damn fire!" Jinyoung yelled from outside the door where the smoke began to leak out..

"And let Y/N be eaten by the fire?!" I wrapped my arms around Y/N legs and upper body to pick them up.

"Shit," I whispered to myself as the fire spread onto the bed. All I can see is the fire, I couldn't really breath either. I began to hear sirens, as well as huge splashes of water that appeared from the window, indicating that the firetruck was here.

I carefully walked towards the door. Making sure Y/N didn't get hurt. How did the room end up like this in the first place?

I was about to step out the door when some of the fire spread onto Y/N's shirt.

"Fuck!" I began to panic a little, even coughing heavily from all the smoke. I pat down the fire that spread onto rheir shirt which caused it to have a hole.

I started to feel dizzy, my coughing fit didn’t make it easy either. My eyes noticed the fire covering the way to the door. We were trapped in this room. I look down at Y/N noticing how scared they looked despite being unconscious.

"I have to do this... For Y/N," I didn't hesitate to run out the door. The only thing on my mind was to cross the fire spread across the door. How long does it take them to get inside the building and put the fire out?!

I dropped down to the floor as soon as we both escaped the hot burning room. I took deep heavy breaths, finally being able to properly breathe. Sweat covering my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.

I began to see people coming inside my house with uniforms on. Stomping into Y/N's room, they began to spray it with fire extinguishers to make it go away before it spread anywhere else. They’re safe. That's all that matters to me right now.

-------

As soon as we left the building, we left to go to Jackson's house... Again. The lady who was nice enough to try to break into my house so she can save Y/N went to her girlfriend's house.

Youngjae was about to carry Y/N but a part of me just wanted to carry them inside Jackson's house myself.

"I'll take her/him," I gently pushed Youngjae's arms off of Y/N's body and wrapped mine around it. I slowly took them inside the house and laid out their body on the couch. I wanted to protect Y/N, not wanting them to get hurt by anything.

I felt a blanket cover both Y/N and I. I look up to see my friends.

"You're dumb... But in love," Jackson told me. What?

"What do you mean by in love?" I asked, not fully understanding what her meant.

"We mean, you would risk anything for Y/N. It's obvious by now," Youngjae told me.

"Y/N is someone I'm just helping until they find a house they can fully settle into," I replied, not wanting to think to much into what they’re telling me. 

"As if you don’t talk about how good they look, how they make you smile, how you really enjoy their presence and what not," Mark scoffs, taking a popcorn and taking it into his mouth

"I-I,"

"Admit it... You like- no. Admit that you love Y/N," Jaebum sits next to me.

"Well, you guys aren't wrong but who knows how Y/N feels about me. I could just be another guy in their life," I play with my fingers. The thought of Y/N with another person just hurts my heart. It's like getting cheated on but at the same time, it's not because you both aren’t together in the first place.

"Whoever gets to be with Y/N in the future is one lucky person," I said as I stroke Y/N's hair.

Your POV

"Lucky person," I heard as I began to wake up. I groan still in pain from the time I fell.

"Can one of you get me water?" I croaked, noticing that I was over at Jackson's house.

"Yeah, sure," Youngjae walked out of the room. I looked over at Yugyeom who looked really worried.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything else?" he asked. I shook my head, only wanting some water at the moment.

"My hip hurts a little from the fall but other than that I'm okay," I replied.

"I should've taken you with me. It's my fault," Yugyeom lowered his head, guilt taking over his form.

"Oh, no. Never, Yugs. It's not your fault. Seriously, I'm the one that was dumb," I laughed a little.

"I forgot to blow out the candle on my dresser which most likely caused the fire," I said cupping his face in my hands.

"Oh, I’m feeling the romance from here," Bambam yelled from across the room. He was sitting on the couch eating cheese puffs. Wow... Isn't Bambam the most caring friend out there. Taking good care of his friend after a fire. (A/N: I know Bambam is not like that. He'll be worried if you were his friend and were to survive a fire incident)

"What happened? Did you faint because of the fire?" Mark asked me.

"Yeah, I guess so. I couldn't breathe and the door wouldn't move. I started to feel dizzy so I decided to at least call the fire station before I faint. Since luck wasn’t on my side, I fainted right when I begin to dial the number," I shook my head remembering what happened.

"Here is your water," Youngjae said streaching out the word water.

"Awe, thanks," I quickly gulp down the liquid. Feeling the water cool me down.

"Okay, enough of this joking around. You need to go to bed. You must be in some shock and you need rest. Get up, you're going to bed," Jinyoung suddenly told me.

"Wait, what," I was confused, I do admit I’m a little scared but I’m definitely not tired.

"Don’t worry. I am 100% fine. Yes, the fire did shock me but not to the point where I am traumatized. Plus, it could've been worse but it wasn't," I told him laying back letting the blanket that covered me slip down. At first, I didn't notice but I began to realize that Yugyeom was hovering our me as if he was trying to cover something up. My heart rate began to race, I felt myself blush due to his gesture.

"Wha..what are you doing?" I looked up at him.

"Your shirt burned off a little... Your skin is showing quite a lot," he told me.

"Protective, huh? I see you," Jackson said now sitting next to Bambam.

I look down and saw that nearly my whole chest area was exposed. I was shocked that I didn't notice this at first. 

"Here, Y/N. Use my sweatshirt for now," he told me as he gently lays his sweatshirt on my lap for me to wear.

-----

After resting for a little bit, Yugyeom and I sat down on the couch and started talking about how we should fix the room.

(In the background when you and Yugyeom are talking and the rest are there wondering why you two aren't together already)

"I’m not kidding when I sat this. I shipped them ever since I saw Y/N at his house," Jackson whispered.

"I definitely did too! They look so perfect together," Bambam squealed as he fanboys over you two.

"They kind of realize that they like each other but at the same time, they don't... They feel the attraction and love but are too shy to take action. Wait, that doesn't even make sense," Youngjae spoke to himself. almost confusing himself with his own words.

"Mhm. It makes perfect sense," Mark wraps his arm around Youngjae's shoulder.

"Can they confess already? I know what you guys are thinking. Confess right after the fire incident? But here's the thing, we won't have to hide the fact that we ship them anymore and we can tease them a lot more than we already do," Jaebum said sipping on his lemonade.

"True. We can even pull pranks on those two," Jinyoung smiled to himself.

"It might sound weird but I wanna cock-block them. When they're about to do it I barge in like whoops sorry I didn’t realize you two were about to fu-," Bambam was about to finish his words when Jackson put a hand over his mouth.

"You'll run the plan then. Don't blurt it out loud. If you wanna cock-block then wait until they're together and find the right time to do that,"

"Oh, yes daddy," Bambam replied. Jackson judged him right then and there. Confused and panicking at the word that left Bambam’s mouth.

"You have been hanging out with Caillou and Johnny haven't you?" Jackson shook his head.

"Who on Earth is Caillou? But yeah, Johnny is a cool guy," Bambam replied

"Jackson, isn't Caillou that bald little kid?" Mark laughed and Jackson nodded. That only made Mark laugh even more, almost falling off the couch.

"I remember that episode. Caillou straight up said oh, yes daddy. The creators airing it for many people to see,” Mark couldn't stop laughing for some reason, which caused Youngjae to laughing.

"This is why you shouldn't do drugs," Jaebum shook his head at the mess that was laid out in front of him.

#got7 #yugyeom #imagine #jackson #bambam #mark tuan #jinyoung #jaebum #youngjae #kpop #fluff

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Writing Prompts

Send me your requests HERE with your prompt choice and ship / character of choice! (Please no more than 4) and also add your own request merged into it if you want??

“Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”

“These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”

“Are you okay?”                                                                                          “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”

“I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”

“We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”

“You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”

“Why are you blushing?”

“I’m always here and you just ignore me.”

“I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”

“Grab my hand!”

“No, listen to me.”

“I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”

“There’s no shame in taking a step back.”

“I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”

“Is that... a dog?”                                                                                   “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”

“I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”

“You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”

“Let go of me!”                                                                                        “I’m barely touching you!!”

“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“Do you believe in love?”

“Put me down!”

“You’re so small, it’s adorable.”

“Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”

“We can’t be friends anymore.”

“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”

“Don’t you dare touch him/her.”

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”

“They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”

“Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”

“I hate how you’ve made me broken.”

“I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.”                                     “I can make that sexually.

“This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”

“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?” 

“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”

“Since when did you become a badass?”

“I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”

“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”

“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”

“If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”

“Everyone has a breaking point.” 

“I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”

“What now?”                                                                                               “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”

“They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”

“Are you done staring?”

“Never let go.”

“You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”

“Hey, are you awake?”

“I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?”        “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”

“Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”

“I’m so sorry-”                                                                                      “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”

“It happened again.”

“I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”

“Me? What about you?”

“Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”

“I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”

“I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”

“Stop fighting!”

“Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”

“Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”

“I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”

“Looks like we both have detention together.”

“It was over when you said goodbye to me.”

“I hate school and everyone in it.”                                                        “Even me?”                                                                                         “You’re an exception.”

“Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”

“Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”

“Have sex with me.”

“Please make me feel alive.”

“You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”

“Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”

“I love you just the way you are.”

“Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”

“Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”

“I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”

“You are such a fucking cliché.”

“Stay close to me.”

“I can’t do everything!”

“You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”

“I think I owe you an apology.”

“Have you seen- oh”

“Did you do that for me?”

“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”

“Are you happy?”                                                                                  “Yes, very.”                                                                                         “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”

“Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”

“When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”

“Please, I can’t live without you.”

“Surprise!”

“You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”

“Shut up!”                                                                                            “Make me.”

“I’ll fucking kill him/her.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You know me better than I know myself.”

“What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”

#send me them!!! #also add whatever plot you want me to do? #reddie #peter parker #bucky barnes #steve rogers #reddie imagine #it 2017 #it #it 2017 cast #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #eddie / richie #richie / eddie #eddie and richie #richie and eddie #richie/eddie #eddie/richie #prompts #angst prompts #writing prompts #speech prompts #prompts for writing #angst

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Accidentally My Ass - Part 2

Part two of Accidentally My Ass, requested by @kmomof4 looks at things from Killian's point of view on their first date after the “Original Swan-Jones Merger” Thanks for the prompt mama!! Rated M. Part one of this story was inspired by this post and prompt from @xemmaloveskillianx This chapter is unbeta'd. Also on ao3 and ffnet  

Killian looked into the mirror again, straightened his tie, and checked the buttons on his jacket once more. His brother and friends always gave him shit about the amount of time he spent primping. It wasn’t that he was vain, but who didn’t want to look their best? Especially for a night out with Emma Swan. He looked himself up and down as the blonde goddess passed through his mind. “This is all wrong, mate,” he mumbled to himself, then proceeded to strip down to his boxer briefs and find a new ensemble for the evening. Good thing he’d given himself two hours when he’d started his preening. Looking at his phone he saw that he had exactly forty-five minutes left to finish and get to Emma’s doorstep.  

From the moment Killian had seen Emma Swan he’d wanted her body, from the moment he’d met her, he’d wanted more. He’d pled with Liam, to add a stipulation to the upcoming merger. He even enlisted his brother’s wife, Elsa, to convince Liam to implement this new stipulation... Killilan would be brought on to the merged team as part of the business contract for a time no less than six months.

Checking himself one last time, and deciding he now looked devilishly handsome, he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. He wondered what deliciousness she would be wearing tonight, thinking back on that sinful red dress.

When he’d seen Emma up in her office window the night of the merger celebration, the lines of her dress hugging every curve, the outline of her perfect breasts taunting him, his cock had stirred. It wasn’t the first time he’d been affected so instantaneously by this gorgeous lass either. He’d slapped on his smoothest smile and given her a debonair wave of his hand for her to join the party. Her almost imperceptible nod had his heart racing.

He’d quickly excused himself from the conversation he’d been half listening to and headed straight to the bathroom; he’d splashed cold water on his face in an effort to tamp down his desire. The more he tried to sway his thoughts elsewhere though, the more she invaded his senses. He’d been plagued or blessed, he couldn’t quite decide, with fantasy upon fantasy invading his mind nightly, for weeks by this point. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t woken during the night stroking his already rock hard length, images of her riding him or sucking him off driving him until his chest was covered in his release. “Fuck,” he muttered, stepping away from the sink and into the stall. Unfastening his trousers he pulled them down just enough to take himself in hand. It wouldn’t do to have a raging erection while trying to maintain a conversation with her. One moment he had been planning to jerk off as quickly as possible, and the next moment he was entertaining thoughts of how to get Emma to be the one to make him come. Before thinking twice he was snapping a picture of his dick held firmly in his grasp, and sending it to Emma. If she got pissed he’d say it was an accident; what could go wrong?

As he awaited a response, slowly stroking himself, lucid thoughts started to fill his head… the one with the actual brain. Fuck, what if she gets seriously pissed? What if she tells Liam? Sexual harassment… shit! What if-

E: Come up to my office

Bloody Hell. I’ve done it now.

E: Please

She’s going to fire me, sue me, cancel the merger, then kill me… Fuck! He started to type an apology, then deleted it, then he started to type an excuse, and deleted that as well. What could he say?

Tucking himself away, he stuck his phone in his pocket, and washed his hands. Scrutinizing himself for the depravity of his last choice, he chastised himself for not keeping it in his pants. Whether he meant the phone or his dick, he wasn’t sure; and at this point did it even matter? Exiting the bathroom he’d walked toward his imminent demise.

Killian came out of his reverie as he  pulled up outside the house matching the address she’d texted him. Walking up the path to her door he took a deep breath, not sure why he was nervous. Why was the act of communicating intimately so much harder than physical intimacy? He knocked softly on her door, just as he had at her office.

“Come in!”

He heard her yell from inside, and his first thought was that he hoped to be coming in her tonight. He slapped a hand over his eyes and dragged it down his face. Fuck! You have got to get your head right, mate, he mentally scolded his baser sided mind.

“I’ll be out in a few, make yourself comfortable.”

“Okay, don’t rush,” he called back. He removed his leather jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat before taking a seat in her living room. “Good taste,” he mumbled to no one in particular when he noticed her choice in couch, black leather to be specific, matched his own. He sat back and made himself comfortable, and like always, when left to his own devices, thoughts of Emma filled his mind.

He’d entered with his eyes trained on the floor after she’d called him in. After closing the door softly behind him he turned around and chanced a look toward her desk. She was behind it standing at a credenza with her back to him and he couldn’t help himself, this was possibly the last time he’d be able to ogle her delectable backside. He felt himself stirring to life again and decided it was in his best interest to have a seat quickly, lest he greet her with a phallic salute.

“Know why I called you in here?”

Fuck me, he’d thought, right to the point then. “Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?” “Accidentally?”

He weighed his option as he read her tone, she’d almost sounded disappointed.

“Well, yes, I have no wish to be fired.” He held his breath as he waited to see if she bought it. Eyes still downcast he noticed her feet come into view as she walked around to the front of her desk. He could smell her now, and fuck if he wasn’t getting harder. She was a vision to behold as his eyes roamed every inch of her, starting with her stiletto clad feet and moving upward. He wanted to run his tongue along the path his eyes were taking, and couldn’t help himself as his tongue darted along his bottom lip, she was positively mouth watering. He bit down on his lip as her breasts came into view, he wanted to mark them, bite and work them.

“You thought I called you up here to fire you?”

Well, hadn’t she? He couldn’t help as his eyes shot to hers trying to get a read on her mood, was she insulted, angry, disgusted? He felt hotness flood his cheeks when he realized she was watching him as he’d been eye fucking her. Yup, definitely getting shit canned, he thought.

“Sorry, Em- Ms. Swan. I uh, you look lovely tonight,” he stuttered over his every word, and scratched behind his ear. He internally rolled his eyes at himself, she’s seen your dick, and you’re embarrassed she caught you staring shamelessly.

“Thank you, but please, call me Emma.”

“Ok, Emma.” Maybe she wasn’t as pissed as he thought? Bloody Hell! The shiver that wracked her body caused her nipples to strain against the fabric of her dress and-

“Accidentally my ass.”

He smirked at the fire in this tough lass, he knew she was a feisty one, and gods he only wanted her more because of it.

“Knew it!”

Well this was an unexpected development, the look in her eyes said she might want him almost as much as he wanted her. “Well now that you know it, what are you going to do about it,” he’d challenged.  

He watched as her hand shot to her mouth, hmmm she must not have intended to say that aloud. She recovered quickly this fiery minx, asking him in return, “I don’t know, what do you think I should do about it?”  He was barely able to catch the groan from escaping his throat but needed to adjust himself, he was painfully hard at this point. Before he had a moment to assimilate a response she’d hauled him up and her soft lips were pressed to his, her warm wet tongue on his…

He was broken from his titillating train of thought as his phone chimed with an incoming text. Opening the message absentmindedly he was caught off guard by the image that stared back at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to make it through dinner like this?” he muttered, adjusting himself once more. Emma was leaned on her dresser, one hand propping up her chin, and the other held her phone to snap a selfie in her mirror, her decolletage was on full display at the angle she was leaning and she had a sultry pout on her full lips. He stared at the photo helplessly, trying to restrain himself from marching to her room and having his wicked way with her. His phone went off again.

E: I need help with my dress

E: Please

Killian Jones did not have to be told twice. He was on his feet and headed down the short hallway in the blink of an eye. Pushing open the first door he came to, he found an empty office, the next door was a bathroom. Third time’s the charm, he thought as he pushed open the third door, and there she stood in the center of her room. She had her back to him and the zipper to her black leather dress was undone down to the swell of her ass.

“I can’t seem to get my zipper to cooperate,” she said breathily, looking at him over her shoulder, “give me a hand?”

Killian gulped as he approached her. “You look irresistible this evening, Swan,” he spoke into her ear when he reached her. He grasped the material of her dress below the zip holding it firmly, then started to pull up the zipper.

“Then don’t resist,” Emma whispered, wrapping her hands behind her to still his. She pulled his hands around her waist, pressed her body into his, and rested her head back on his shoulder.

“Emma,” he moaned, “I thought you were going to let me take you out to dinner, on a proper date?”

“I am, I just thought we might start with dessert,” she answered pushing her ass into his groin. “Mmm someone is ready.”

Once again, Killian didn’t need to be told twice. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply before sucking at her soft skin. She tasted divine as he kissed and licked up her neck, when he got to her ear, he bit down on her lobe and thrust his hips against her supple backside, “Dessert it is, darling.”

Emma whirled around in his arms, threw hers around his neck and jumped on him wrapping her legs tightly around his body. She felt his hands grasp her ass to hold her against him as she attacked his mouth, “I’ve been waiting all week for this,” she panted between kisses. “Having to see you at the office all day and not being able to have you is like some form of torture.”

He pulled back to look at her. “Why didn’t you just call me up to your office? Still afraid I’ll sue?” he chuckled.

Emma laughed heartily, “No, but we do have actual work to get done, how would we accomplish that if we spend our days fucking?”

“Fair point, I guess we’ll just have to make up for it now.” He took the couple steps to her dresser and sat her on it. He slowly dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, ghosting his fingers along her upper arms. Killian loved how her skin responded to his touch, he loved Emma’s every response to his touch. “Do you even own a bra, Swan?”

“Many, I just choose not to wear them when I know you’re going to be ravishing me,” she purred, carding her fingers through his hair.

“Are you calling me a sure thing?”

“Do you really have to ask?” she laughed again. “As much as I love that accent of yours, I have other ideas for your mouth right now, Jones.”

“Do tell,” he growled. Biting down on his lip he waited for her to say or show him just what she wanted. Her breasts were bare before him, and he ached to love them, but instead busied his hands by running them strongly up and down her thighs.

Emma grabbed a fistful of Killian’s hair and guided him to her aching chest. He didn’t hesitate to take a mouthful, sucking hard, then laving his tongue across her nipple. Her moan of appreciation had his cock twitching involuntarily. Bringing his hand to her other breast he massaged her gently then pinched her hardened nipple tightly.

He hummed against her, sending a jolt of pleasure along her spine. Emma still had one hand gripped in his hair, and the other clawed at his shoulder desperately. She’d been so ready for him that he had her on the edge already and he hadn’t even so much as grazed her core. “Killian,” she breathed out. “Oh fuck, that feels so good!” She ripped his head away from her chest and up to her mouth once more to kiss him soundly.

“Why’d you stop me then?” he asked against her mouth.

Emma looked into his eyes after pulling out of the kiss. “I have a bed here, and I fully intend to use it tonight.”

Killian looked toward the bed, neatly made, covered in black and white. Looking back at Emma he picked her up once more and carried her over to the bed. He set her down gently in front of the bed then finished undressing her, which consisted of pulling the little leather number the rest of the way down her body.  “Commando? You are naughty, Swan,” he playfully scolded her.

“I knew they’d be soaked before we ever left my place, so why bother?” Emma sat down at the edge of the bed, she leaned back on her hands so her chest pushed forward, and  spread her legs for him to see the effect she had on him.

“Fuck, lass, I love it when you tell me your secrets.” Killian shrugged his waistcoat off and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, then tossed it aside. He stepped into the space between her legs and leaned down to kiss her. Grabbing her hands from the bed he brought them to his belt. “Undress me, Emma.”

Her eyes had been glued on the bulge in his pants as she’d made ready to strip him bare, but her eyes shot to his when she heard his gravelly command. She shivered at the dark look in his eyes. Emma did as he said, starting by unbuckling his belt. Next she set to work on the buttons of his black jeans, she teased a little as she popped each button in an excruciatingly slow fashion, making sure to graze his length repeatedly. When he was unfastened she fisted the waistband by his hips and yanked them down. Emma’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock jutting proudly against his pelvis. She wrapped her hand around him, and stroked him delicately, “What do you want, Killian?”

“I want your filthy little mouth, love.”

“Then tell me,” she repeated her words from their last tryst, “tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Killian slid his hand along her cheek, then ran his thumb along her lower lip pulling it down slightly. “Suck my cock, Emma.”

She smiled mischievously and cocked her eyebrow as she licked her lips. She continued to pump him lightly while using her other hand to move his hand from her cheek into her hair. “Hold on,” she told him, then took him into her warm wet mouth.

Killian jumped a little as she closed her mouth around him and his breath caught deep in his throat. He tightened his fist in her hair instinctually, but refrained from plunging deep.

Emma set a leisurely pace, one hand at his base to help where she couldn’t reach just yet, and one caressing his balls. If this was eliciting the fuckhot noises she was getting off on, she couldn’t wait to hear him when she swallowed him whole. She removed her hands from him and slid them around to his ass squeezing his cheeks before pulling him roughly into her mouth.

“Fuck!” he hissed. Her mouth was incredibly warm and pliant, forming perfectly around him.

The grip he had in her hair was pleasurably painful and as she looked up at his face she saw his eyes squeezed shut. She paused in her ministrations waiting for him to open them and look at her. When he did just that she made sure to keep eye contact with him as she started in again. She pulled him in deeper on each pass until finally he hit the back of her throat; she swallowed around him, taking him into her throat, breathing raggedly through her nose.

“Emma, fucking hell, stop love,” he cried out desperately.

Emma immediately backed off, she knew he was ready to come, she also knew he didn’t want to just yet, so she obeyed. It was incredibly liberating to let Killian call the shots.   

“Up, scoot up on the bed.”

Emma scooted up and laid down, waiting for him to tell her what was next.

Crawling next to her Killian laid down at her side. “That was very bad form Swan, trying to make me come before you have.”

“I know you’re good for it,” she giggled. Emma turned on her side to face him, “Seriously, I know you’ll never leave me wanting.” She reached between them to take him in hand again.

He grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head before she could grip his throbbing cock again. “That is not the point at all; ladies first is the point,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her soundly. Killian captured her other hand and pinned it above her head with the other one. He held both of her hands with one of his and brought his free hand between her legs. He stroked her folds feeling her wetness coating every part of her. “For me?” he asked against her lips.

Emma nodded her head while looking into his deep blue eyes. “All for you, Killian, because of you.”

He growled his approval against her mouth as he continued to kiss her while he rubbed her wetness over her clit. “Spread your legs more,” he told her. As soon as she’d done as bid he surged two fingers into her entrance. Her breathy moans fueled him, and he set a fast pace.

“I love that sound,” Emma whispered.

“Which one, love?”

“The sound of skin against wet skin, the sound your fingers make as they fuck me. It’s the same sound when I’m alone, when I fuck my fingers thinking of you.”

Killian inhaled sharpy, “You’ll be the death of me yet if you continue to tell me these delightful secrets of yours.”

“It feels so much better when it’s you,” she panted as he continued, “so good.”

“I’m going to make you come like this Emma.”

“Yes, Killian,” she moaned desperately.

Killian sped up just that little bit more and deftly hooked his fingers inside her heat, causing her to see stars and cry out loudly. “Come, Emma,” he gritted out, “you are so bloody gorgeous when you come, show me.”

Her body tensed at his words, the perfectly navigated rhythm of his strokes, his thumb on her clit, his panting breath on her chest between kisses, and the restraint of her hands were the perfect combination, and she came hard. Feeling so blissfully out of control, this orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her body convulsed and her clit felt like it was bursting with energy. She gasped for air as he continued to stroke her through it. “Fuck, Killian… that was…”

“I know love, there’s something to be said for relinquishing control every now and then,” he smirked.

“Don’t be cocky,” she playfully admonished.

Killian let go of her hands and smiled when she immediately wrapped them around his neck and pulled herself into him. Killian brushed her hair off of her forehead, and leaned in to kiss her softly.

Emma hummed at the deliciousness of his gentle kisses, it felt nice to be cared for after an earth shattering orgasm. She kissed him back intent on making him feel as good as she did.

“Emma?” Killian spoke her name softly then waited for her answer.

She looked at Killian, taking in his expression. It was the expression that made her wonder just how much he wanted from her. That question always led to her wondering just how much she wanted to give him… she couldn’t think of much she didn’t want to give him. She was going on a date with him, she’d allowed him in her home, and into her bed. These were all new frontiers for Emma Swan. “Yes?”

“May I…”

She waited patiently for him to continue. For all they’d seen of each other, and done to each other, she found it endearingly cute when he displayed little moments of nervousness. She nodded her head slightly, trying to silently let him know he could say anything to her.

“Oh shit! We have a reservation, what time is it?” he asked.

“What?” Emma asked at the sudden change. She looked down at him, still hard. “What about you? That’s not going to be comfortable through dinner.”

“I’ll live lass, I know you’re good for it,” he teased her with her words.

“Are you calling me a sure thing?” she followed suit, tossing out his words from earlier.

“Do you really have to ask?” he chuckled, cocking his eyebrow.

Emma pounced on him suddenly, propelling him onto his back. Smiling at him she kissed his mouth roughly then pulled back. “Let me take care of you baby, or I’m going to have a hard time concentrating on dinner.” Scooting down his body Emma had him in her mouth again and coming embarrassingly quickly.

“Fuck, Emma, that mouth is magical,” he panted trying to recover.

“I know,” she answered, grinning widely, “no mess. Come on,” she urged, pulling him by his hand to get up off the bed.

“Oi! Give a man a second to recoup after draining his life force, lass!”

Emma just giggled, then got up to get dressed. Despite her misgivings on relationships she was actually excited to sit down and get to know Killian.

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The Request List

Hey dolls, so everyone can see what fics that are going to be written I made this list.  If you don’t see your request, please notify me so I can add it. Only if you sent it in when the requests were open. 

Thanks everyone!!

Darkiplier: 

-Male x Male!Reader wedding

- Dark talking a female reader out of suicide. I think after antagonizing her?

-Could you write a sequel to A Battle of Seduction where the reader manages to seduce Dark?

-I have a... dirty request... What about a Dark x Reader where he shows ownership with a collar and even has a leash for the Reader when he really wants something. Sorry I just... need more stuffs like that (>//<)

-For requests, could you do smut where the (non gender specific) reader is in a romantic relationship w/dark and they have a celebrity crush they always gush over and say how amazing the celeb is and one day dark *ahem* portrays how he feels about his S/O liking someone else so much. I hope this makes sense and I don't mind what you choose for the ending and if it's sfw/nsfw.

-Getting a request in because your writing is awesome! Female reader and Dark nsfw with some fluffy aftercare would be cool. Thanks!

-For requests, could you do smut where the (non gender specific) reader is in a romantic relationship w/dark and they have a celebrity crush they always gush over and say how amazing the celeb is and one day dark *ahem* portrays how he feels about his S/O liking someone else so much. I hope this makes sense and I don't mind what you choose for the ending and if it's sfw/nsfw.

-Getting a request in because your writing is awesome! Female reader and Dark nsfw with some fluffy aftercare would be cool. Thanks!

-Since you accidentally got rid of the request list. I would like to see a sequel to the Tea Party fic, where Mark explains to (Y/N) who Dark is, and when he takes over again (Y/N) asks him if he wants to play Hide and Go Tag and makes him change before they go outside because (Y/N) doesn't want his nice suit to get dirty

-Could pls do a bullet fic about what it would be like to be the daughter of darkiplier I feel like he would spoil her so she always choose him over her uncle Wilford...if ur not busy it anything I just kind of want another opinion before I write a fic around this idea

Antisepticeye: 

-How about an angst fic with a fem reader and Anti where the reader witnesses one of Anti's complete meltdown/glitchouts for the first time and tries to help him, but ends up getting hurt.

-Oh my god my ask cut off I'm so sorry If I could make a request, Anti with a S/O who is typically very tense and anxious but completely melts when someone plays with their hair? Like he discovers that and now constantly plays with it

-Can we get more SO (nonbinary) fighting with Anti please? The end is up to you though. Whether it turns out okay or not.

-High-key need HC's for Anti dating someone who is super awkward (if you do spontaneous HC's -help me fuel my love for him. I need all the ideas I can get when I start writing about him- I really love all your stories by the way omg.)

Natemare: 

-Sequeal to ‘Caught with your pants down’

-OOOOOOO REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!!!!! Can i request a NSFW with Natemare with a female reader!!! Maybe like Natemare kidnapped the reader away from Nate because he's lonely AF. Idk just an idea!

-Ho, requests are open? Lovely! Since you turned me into natemare trash (thanks for that btw), natemare using dirty talk on s/o while she's relaxing, or whatever seeing if he can use his voice alone to make her come. Afterwards he just has that smug look on his face like "told ya so :)" cause you know hes one kinky boi. Why yes, you can make this as NSFW as you want! Please and thank you!

-I heard requests were open, and i love your writing. I would love if you could do NSFW with Mare and a female reader? Ive became Mare trash and need more of him in my life. It can be romantic or just fuck buddies. Thank you in advance

-Hi, I sent the request about comforting natemare about his scars before. I guess I might as well add the specifics now: sfw, fluff/hurt and comfort, no gender preference, either platonic or romantic (my view of what constitutes as platonic is broader than most people's, so it would probably be easier to just write romantic)

-Never requested a smutty thing but fuck it let's make sure I'm going to hell as the new queen. Anyways, I've read an old ask talking about Mare fingering the reader with his smoke in public and I was wondering if you could do this (if you haven't of course). NSWF with female reader and maybe having dinner in public. And the relationship is romantic.

-I'm Natemare trash and darned proud of it! It's a female reader paired with Natemare. Reader has a bad day, Natemare picks at her, reader warns him to stop, the little hellion doesn't listen, reader explodes at him and really hurts his feelings. He's sensitive, you know. So, now reader must make it up to him. -Chinadoll

-I'm not sure if I want SFW or not. If it were to be NSFW, it would be the reader showering Natemare with affection and focusing on his pleasure, not her own. If you can make NSFW work for you, by all means, add it. However, if you think the fic would be better without it, that's fine too. Is it okay to leave it up to you? If you'd rather it be solely my decision, I'll decide :) So random question: have you ever watched the anime "Rurouni Kenshin"? -Chinadoll

- Gender Preference: Female NSFW or SFW: SFW Fluff/Smut/Angst/Other: Whatever you wish to write so long as it is not fluff or smut. Characters: - Yin Embodiment of my negative emotions. She is mostly calm and patient but if provoked, she will attack ferociously, either with shadows (she's a umbrakinetic) or with her weapon; a curtain pole. There are things from me or my childhood that I have applied to Yin: ☯ Dislikes dresses and skirts. She'll wear anything but dresses or skirts. She mostly wears a shirt, a jacket over the top and black pants/leggings and boots. - Natemare (I'M NATEMARE TRASH OKAY I'M SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME) Description of Story: (Feel free to make up your own story. I like to give creative freedom to people I request to/commission.) Relationship: None please.

The Host:

-Because I am utter garbage for him, can we get some love for the Host? Can we have the host and a newly blind SO fluff, with him assuring her that just because she can't see anymore doesn't change anything about their relationship? Please and thank you!

-Can we get host angst? Like, recently after he lost his sight and he breaks a little because he can't see his (nonbinary) SO anymore and it makes him sad.

-Could you do a Host x reader where the reader had a bad day and breaks down, and the host helps to comfort her? Sfw, fluff, romantic relationship, and female reader please! Thank you!

Apocalypse:

-Could you do something of where it's A x fem!reader but reader's dating this jerk who abuses her but she keeps it from A so he wouldn't worry or yell at her until one day she doesn't go see him and he takes it to his own hands to see her only to see abusive boyfriend hurting her?

-Honestly I just need some more A in my life so I was wondering if you could do A and a male reader, and how they first met??

Gear:

-Can I request an asexual female reader getting aphobic comments from someone (asexuality isn't a thing, you just haven't met the right person yet, the classic "i could change that" implying sex could fix them, that sort of thing) and A/gear ((both would be nice or your choice if you don't want to)) help them out? Platonic would be great, but romantics cool too

Poly-Relationships: 

-Could you make a story with a poly with dark and anti where they find out that the reader was physically abused by their parent when they went to visit them again? (Gender neutral pronouns) Thank you hun

-What if you wrote a fanfic where Darkiplier, Anti, or Natemare (your choice) was chilling out around the reader- just anywhere in the same house- and the reader is on their phone. But what the twist is- is that the noises of adoration the the reader makes whenever they see a cute or cool post- sounds like different types of sensual moans, and since the reader has never done this before, this is the first time one of the dark!bois is discovering it and they hear it throughout the house.

-I fell in love with the idea of the big poly relationship between the reader and the dark boy and I was wondering if you have any more headcanons?

 -What would a poly relationship between Wilford and Anti include?

-Dark/Anti sequel to ‘Intellectual Jealousy’

-How about a fluff story where Anti and Mare are snuggling with the reader, who gets up for a glass of water or something, but the boys are so comfy they don't immediately notice and cuddle with each other for a little bit. (And maybe the reader snaps a photo to prove it happened)

-Maybe poly anti and dark helping a nb SO through a panic attack? Or just helping SO calm down and relax in general please? Thank you! female reader, poly romance with Dark and Anti, something sfw and fluffy? Idk? Cuddles? 

-hi, so this request is based off an ask that i saw another ano post. could you write a story about Anti and Dark suddenly switching personalities and how Mark and Jack react. IDK it could be cool

-Could you write something (sfw-ish?) where anti and dark are trying to out-do each other for the reader's birthday and they both buy her expensive lingerie sets in their favorite colors, and insist she 'pick her favorite'. So she goes to change and they're both good, but to avoid the argument either wears bra from one and panties from the other, or comes back just stark naked. (Please dont publish this as to spoil it for readers). If you want to.

-Nsfw poly relationship with Dark and Anti with a non binary reader?

-Since requests are open and I hope you accept this. Female, SFW, Fluff, Natemare and Anti having a prank war and poor Reader got in the middle and takes revenge on the two by making it seem like the other until she pranks both at the same time, and Poly relationship.

-If requests are open, could I see a gender neutral reader with a poly Anti and Dark relationship and the reader likes to walk around in their shirts? What do they do the first time they see them do it? (Can b nsfw, I love your writing either way xx)

-Google and Bingsepticeye having a debate to impress their gender neutral s/o if requests are still up

-Also idk if I sent this already before but Bingiplier and Bingsepticeye poly-relationship hcs with a female reader

-Is requests open? If they are could possibly do a poly relationship with Natemare, Dark, and Anti? Hopefully a bullet fic? Swf or nwsf (I totally spelled that wrong I'm sorry) or both. And gender neutral? Sorry this is choppy with my ask, I'm trying to stick to the rules as best as possible. (And if requests are open, you can ignore this!)

-Can you write a thing plz where the reader is super sensitive to sound, and has been overstimulated, and dark and Anti are being too loud? Maybe it leads to a panic attack or something? (Bonus if they haven't seen the reader in a panic attack-y situation before?) Poly!ship, plz!!

-Hi! I'd like to send in a request pretty please. I hope I'm sending it in the right format. Nonbinary reader, he/they/it pronouns please(specific, I know, but hey), SFW, angst. Poly for the win, reader being with Natemare and Dark. Reader is going through a really tough time, to the point that they barely wanna get out of bed, and one day, either Mare or Dark finds a notebook filled with drafts of really disturbing goodbye notes. What happens next?

Teamiplier:

-Can I request fem!reader fluffy platonic tickle fight with mark and/or teamiplier? Also your writing is so good and adorable and I love you byyyeeee!!!! Also sorry if I did this wrong! Sorry!

-Fem!reader, high school au? Were she gets bullied and MET sees, Mark and Tyler run to the bully aggressively while Ethan goes to comfort you. It's SFW and a platonic relationship. If you need anything else just let me know!

Preference: 

-You should do a preference thingy like the jealousy one you did. Except it's like, what they boys do when the reader cries. Gender neutral of course!

Wilford Warfstache:

-You should do a preference thingy like the jealousy one you did. Except it's like, what they boys do when the reader cries. Gender neutral of course! 

Yanderelplier:

-I need more yandereplier so... Him with a gender neutral s/o who is very outgoing and is very flirtatious

-If your taking requests would it be ok to ask for another "dating would include" with yandereplier?

-Would it be ok to request something with yandereplier? Like his SO is spending a lot of their time with Dark/Anti/Natemare (your choice) and he get jealous so he tries to win them over/show them that he can do so much more for them than the others? (I sorry if it's to specific and weird! I just really love your writing ;^; ) Thank you!

Ethan: 

-Hey can you write an Ethan × fem reader imagine where she shaves her legs and shes like excited and just like makes Ethan feel then and she's just really excited and not in a sexual way but Ethan gets all blushy bc I live for that cute shit 😪

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Does Every Developer Need to Use Rebase?

Written by Alexander Junger, Software Engineer Backend

As a developer nowadays, chances are that you grew up with Git. Sure, you might have had to use SVN at an internship at some point, but Git is generally what we learn and use these days. You might have found out that Git was created by Linus Torvalds for himself and his kernel developer friends. Maybe you tried a rebase once (by accident?), destroyed a few days worth of somebody else’s work, and now you’re feeling a bit gun-shy. You may very well decide that rebasing is not for you and Git is a glorified save button anyway.

Learn to walk before you run

To me, the most important aspect of proper version control is that it allows you to understand the history of the software you’re working on. Especially in legacy code bases I sometimes ask myself questions like “what were they thinking?”, “is that a bug, or was it once a feature?” Git can answer those questions. That is, if the code history has a linear plot, is structured into atomic commits that have descriptive messages and grouped in branches indicating the larger feature those changes were part of. Working with branches is a topic of its own, owing to many branching models and countless variations. The two essentials however are descriptive messages and atomic commits. That’s something everybody working with Git should be well- versed in.

The intro paragraph obviously uses exaggeration to make a point, but I do believe that many of us are missing out on the more advanced features of Git. Are they needed or can we cover our bases without them?

Descriptive commit messages in reality: “Fixes the stuff”…

Everybody has “been there, done that” – commiting just to get it committed, with the message being an afterthought at most. The established way to stay disciplined while working on unappealing tasks is to make it as easy for yourself as possible. Thus, align on a pattern for commit messages within your team and really stick to it with every single commit. In the backend system of Runtastic, we mostly use the imperative style as per Chris Beams.

What I like to do is add our Jira ticket numbers as a suffix, to add more context. Many Git interfaces automatically integrate your issue tracker when the ticket number is referenced in the message.

Tekin Süleyman makes a point in his talk “A branch in time” that your commits will probably be around for much longer than your company uses your current issue tracker. Thus, relying solely on details in a referenced JIRA or github issue is not a safe bet – it should be an addition to an already explanatory commit message.

Atomic commits in reality: The “Plutonium-commit”

It has a half-life of 2 weeks (indicating the time after which even the author no longer has a clear picture of what changed) and contains a new feature, two bug-fixes and, while we’re at it, the refactoring of an unrelated module. Also two major library updates. And, you guessed it, a new bug…

This is the exact opposite of an atomic commit and can be prevented to a certain extent by simply structuring your work. If you’re testing properly – yes, to me that means TDD – you already have a workflow that makes this very easy. Let’s have a look at how it works in practice: I mostly commit units. That means, if the unit passes its specification, I decide: do I need to specify it further (edge cases etc.)? If not, I commit it, if yes, I might still commit it and amend that commit later, or just continue working on that unit. Your mileage may vary, but this usually gives me commits with a granularity that fits just fine.

Through our Runtastic training program, I was able to attend the Craft Conference in Budapest this year (an amazing conference!). Tim Ottinger gave a nice talk titled “Test Driven: The Four Step Dance”, in which he argued that “Integrate” should be the fourth step after “Red-Green-Refactor”. What does that mean specifically? To him it means “making changes part of the code base,” as in committing, pushing, and having them run through CI.

More collaboration makes it harder to maintain a concise history

So you’ve figured out clean, atomic commits. But then your colleague requests some changes on the pull request. The usual choice is likely a new commit, everything looks good in the overall PR diff, but now we have two non-atomic commits:

In the long term, commit a7176f1 is probably not a relevant part of this software’s history that could cause confusion, or at least some wasted time. We should merge it with the first commit of the branch by performing an interactive rebase, applying the commit as a fixup to the first one. This means that it will be merged into its predecessor, forming a new commit that replaces both of them, while keeping the message of the predecessor (in this case 04b7fc5)

If you haven’t configured a default editor for rebasing, you have to prepend your choice in an environment variable. Like most other backend developers at Runtastic, I use vim for coding, so that’s what I also choose for any interactive rebase.

EDITOR=vim git rebase --interactive 04b7fc5^

The interactive window will display a list of commits to be rebased, allowing you to edit the action to use for each one. The default “pick,” which simply replays the commit on top of its (new) parent, can be replaced with actions including “drop”, “edit” or in this case “fixup”. Once we’re happy with the to-do list, a save and exit will start the rebasing process.

pick  04b7fc5 fixup   a7176f1 pick  2ba3b03

Neat, we just rewrote history to make our commits atomic!

In the example above, we use the parent of the first of our three commits. This means whatever we do in the rebase, those commits will remain ancestors of 7ddc117. In many cases however, you would run `git rebase -i master` or use any other branch reference. Given that your copy of the referenced branch is up to date, this moves the branching point from where it originally was (say, commit 7ddc117) to the tip of the target branch. The effect is that your branch is now “aware” of what happened in master in the meantime and contains those changes.

This is where TDD step 4, Integrate, comes into play again. I like to continuously integrate the changes of others into my own work, by applying my own branch onto the master or feature branch early and often. This increases collaboration and speed while preventing what I call “merges from the abyss”. These are branches that split off from their parent two months ago and you need to “load more” a couple times in your commit graph to finally reach the branching point. The problem with those: you have no idea, whether the author is aware of the changes that happened to the codebase since then.

By rebasing – integrating often, we make our commit history more linear and easier to grasp. The rebase puts our changes “ahead” of everything else on the parent branch and it’s completely our own responsibility. Thus, a reviewer can safely assume that we considered all those interim changes and that our own changes make sense in that up-to-date context.

But rewriting history is bad!

“Not so fast!”, you say. “Pushing a rewritten history requires force and it can cause mayhem!”

Most devs know this and many teams have the rule to never force push. The argument is that a cleaner history is not worth the risk of losing work by a happy little accident. So incorporating rebasing into your git workflow would require you to also incorporate force pushing. Sounds dangerous, doesn’t it?

The risk depends largely on the type of branch, I’d say. Rebasing a branch that multiple devs actively work on – which in itself is already questionable – certainly carries some element of risk that can only be somewhat controlled by close coordination. However, let’s say the example given above is about a branch owned and worked on by one person. If this developer changes the history on that one branch, no other developer is impacted, except when reviewing it.

So I think we shouldn’t be so rigid about force pushing and rather establish guidelines when it makes sense and when it doesn’t. Here are some best practices I found regarding rebasing and force pushing in the context of the code review process:

Before the Code Review

Sometimes it makes more sense to change the order of commits, or even move some parts of a commit’s diff to another commit. Rebasing is nothing more than sequentially going through the to-do list you modify in the interactive window. This means you can simply halt at one commit  via the “edit” command, reset it and then create two separate commits from the working changes – see the reference for details.

It can also make sense to do multiple runs. Consider the three commits pictured above. Let’s assume that there are some changes which should be part of C1 but, for whatever reason, were only committed with C3. We can use the splitting technique as described above, leaving us with a temporary commit (512ceb0) and a cleaned-up atomic Commit 3.

We run another interactive rebase, moving the temporary commit from line 3 to 2, and, once again, we mark that commit with fixup. We end up with three clean commits and our branch is now ready for review.

For me, rebasing a task branch is now the default before I open a pull request. When I think of an additional test case that’s missing for a class, it goes into the commit that added this class. I decide on a situation-by-situation basis whether I want to shift focus from writing code to rebasing. In that case, the additional test case would be amended to the original commit right away. More often though, I just create a fixup commit referencing the original commit (with `git commit –fixup <SHA>`) because it’s less of a distraction from coding. Just before opening the pull request, I run rebase with the autosquash flag to automatically squash test cases into the commits they belong to. No matter which way you choose, you will help your reviewers with more structured commits.

During Code Review

If you already opened a pull request and your code is being reviewed by others, avoid force pushing rebased commits! Imagine that the pull request suddenly shows a completely new diff, but no other commits were added. If your colleagues are thorough, they’d have to review your entire PR all over again. What this looks like depends slightly on the software you use to review, some are smarter than others in this regard.

  Some review systems don’t even require force pushing at all, even though the commits of a PR are completely malleable during review. They are only “baked into” the codebase on approval. One such system is Phabricator, which makes a great point explaining their review concept. At Runtastic, we use BitBucket. It works similarly to the GitHub workflow, which means that rebasing and force pushing during review doesn’t work really well. You can, however, commit the requested changes with a fixup commit. After a regular push, the reviewer will see the exact changes you made to the PR and the “history of the PR” is preserved.

Sidenote regarding code review that I find interesting: Linux kernel developers still use mailing lists for that – and Git actually has built-in tools to send diffs via email for exactly this purpose. Check the email section in the Git reference. Because of this review style, they actually rebase frequently in their review process. Whenever changes are requested, the patch author rebases the entire branch and sends out an email with the updated patch, until everybody agrees that it can be merged as is. This goes to show that every team needs to find the process that works best for their context.

After Code Review

Everybody approved your pull request and it’s ready to be merged. Now is the time to clean up those fixup commits. A final interactive rebase with the `–autosquash` flag tidies up those commits into a clean history. What I described above as “history of the PR” is now no longer necessary and all changes should be in atomic commits that build on each other. Small rebases on personal branches are usually nothing to worry about. Now, the first time rebasing a branch with thirty commits or so…that’s where you want to make sure you’ve had your cup(s) of coffee.

If you’re skeptical that this is going to go well, it can make sense to backup the branch before rebasing it:

$ my-feature-branch:~$ git checkout -b my-feature-branch_backup $ my-feature-branch_backup:~$ git checkout my-feature-branch $ my-feature-branch:~$ git rebase …

If in the middle of the rebase, you decide that you’re too far down the rabbit hole, abort the rebase with `git rebase –abort`. And should you go through with the rebase, only to discover that you overlooked something, leaving the whole branch in a broken state – time to use your backup:

$ my-feature-branch:~$ git checkout my-feature-branch_backup $ my-feature-branch_backup:~$ git branch -D my-feature-branch $ my-feature-branch_backup:~$ git checkout -b my-feature-branch $ my-feature-branch:~$ git checkout -D my-feature-branch_backup

This works because a branch is nothing more than a reference to a certain commit (just as HEAD), so the commits on your backup branch are not affected by the new commits you’re implicitly creating with the rebase.

A curious mindset is important

You will run into conflicts and it can initially be tempting to simply abort, thinking “I’ll clean up my branch the next time”. But of course conflicts don’t happen randomly, they are predictable and follow some common patterns based on how Git works and the rebase you’re doing.

Git also offers many additional commands that are helpful when things don’t go smoothly:

bisect: Allows you to find the commit that introduced a certain behavior (e.g. regression). Let’s say after rebasing, you notice that your test suite no longer passes – you must have accidentally broken something, perhaps while resolving a conflict. With bisect, the last known healthy and the first known broken commits can be flagged. Git will then traverse this commit range in a binary search pattern. For every commit it stops at, you check if it already contains the regression and flag it as good or bad. Once the offending commit is identified, it can be fixed with an edit rebase. (It goes without saying that fixing a bug this way should only be done if you notice right away and that code is not merged upstream yet!)

reflog: Allows you to see the history of a reference (such as a branch or HEAD). That might seem like inception-level stuff at first, but a reference changes over time and, of course, git keeps track of that. It’s not strictly necessary to use this command but it can come in handy.

stash: Perhaps the best known in this list, but I still want to mention it because of its versatility. Stash works like a stack for dirty working directories. The default “push” mode saves and then wipes it clean, while the “pop” mode recovers the last state you stored. This is especially helpful for in-between branch switching or during rebasing.

Don’t shy away from the Git reference. It often contains typical examples of how commands can be used. Keep a curious mindset about features that you don’t (and do!) use regularly, know that you can recover almost anything, practice, and you will soon start appreciating those more advanced features of Git.

Why bother?

We have seen a few ways every developer can get the most out of Git in day-to-day work. Now, integrating rebasing into a team’s workflow is definitely a hotly debated topic.

Is it for everybody? Probably not. I’ve shown some examples of completely different strategies and I think all of those have the potential to be the “best one,” providing they work for the people using them.

For me personally, combining the essentials – that is structuring and describing – with cautious rebasing of individual commits on non-collaborative branches already goes a long way. It will increase the quality of your code history, the way you structure your programming, all while keeping risks quite low. As I see it, this can be part of every developer’s reality.

It’s obviously an entirely different animal (in risk, needed concentration…) to move around large feature branches from here to there and I agree that such things should not be done carelessly.

Can it be justified? For sure.

Whatever you’re doing, just don’t degrade Git to a glorified save button.

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Death’s Beloved - A Hannigram Fic

((I can’t believe I am finally posting this somewhere. This is the first fic I have written for this wonderful fandom - and myself - and I hope you all enjoy it! Please let me know if you find any errors, or have any comments. Right now this is just a simple stand alone one shot, but if enough readers request, I may create a sequal. 

Special thank you to @spider-viking @goddessakinator @asswhippingspoon @skeleton-wearing-a-bikini and @fataldrum for being amazing betas and offering to help me out! Sorry if I missed anyone, if I did just let me know and I’ll add you in!

Enjoy you lovely fannibals! 

-ML))

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        It was time. He had fought against it for so long.

Will’s eyes flicked down to his wrist, unfocused and distant they scanned over the date and times marked there.

                    August 29th 2013 – 11:58 pm. August 29th 2013 – 11:59 pm. August 30th 2013 – 12:00 am.

        He knew what the black tattoos scrawling across his wrist meant –  everyone had a similar one. The first was when you would accomplish your lifelong goal, the second when you would meet your soulmate and the third when you would die. Luckily for him, all the times on his wrist were minutes apart. As for why it was unlucky, well, no one wanted to never be able to live with their soulmate. He’d tried his hardest to make his times change. As rare as it was, there were stories of some who’d managed the feat. He’d tried everything, from praying to attempting suicide, but it was always met with the same outcome – nothing. Prayers went unanswered, and he was always found and saved before death could claim him. He’d eventually stopped trying, letting destiny carry him to his fate, numb to the pity people tossed his way.

        Will believed it was easier this way – living alone, surrounded by dogs and acres of empty land. People were distracting, what with all the pity and sorrow clouding their eyes. He didn’t need them to feel bad for him. After his third and last suicide attempt in high school, he had accepted that he would never have a life with the person he was destined to love. Instead, he poured his life and love into his passions and dreams. Fishing and writing became his escape from work, people, and the harsh reality in which he lived.

Now he stood at his front door, key halfway to the lock, eyes on his wrist. Today was the day. August twenty-ninth. The inevitable was closing in, and all he could do was heave a sigh. Finally, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it, unlocked his door, and went inside. His herd of happy dogs greeted him, causing him to remain by the door to properly say hello and goodbye to each one. It was the buzzing of his cell that eventually forced him to move, setting down his keys and pulling out his phone. Jack’s number glowed under his phone’s clock, the time mocking him as it slowly ticked away. 8:00 pm. Four hours, the voice in his head whispered. Too long. Will hit the decline button, ignoring the call. Not tonight, Jack. Of all the nights, definitely not tonight.

Despite his oncoming death, a small smile appeared on his face as he walked into his bedroom, gaze falling onto the moonlit writing desk on which rested a book. Published under a pseudonym, the book was Will’s first step in achieving his life goal to change the world and be remembered after his death. It hadn’t so much been his ego as it was fear of fading from existence that had created the goal.

But now, a sense of calm washed through him as he took a seat and slid his book from the center of the desk to the top left corner to make room for the last draft of his second and final book. He pulled it from the top drawer to his right – it was sitting carefully atop the stack of previous rough drafts. His first book had taken off, becoming a bestseller for four consecutive years, and remaining in the top five for two more. The time stamp on his wrist told him he would succeed (although it could be argued that he had already), but that his last book would be published posthumously. Aware and uncaring, of the fact he wouldn’t experience the joy of publication again, he nevertheless lost himself in a final editing session with a carefree smile. At least this book would have his real name on the cover. If you couldn’t escape your fate, you might as well embrace it. Will had learned that lesson long ago.

        As fate had decreed, when he set his pen down for the last time, final draft complete, the clock read 11:58. Deciding he had a moment to spare (and not wanting to meet his soulmate in the bedroom, of all places), he headed to the kitchen for a celebratory glass of wine.

A man appeared as his tongue touched sweet, red liquid for the first time that night. Will’s eyes widened slightly as he shakily set his glass back down on the counter, taking in the sight before him. Only slightly taller, but with an ethereal air of confidence Will could never hope (literally, now) to emulate, the man that stood before him sported an immaculate dark plaid suit and bittersweet expression with equal grace and naturalness. His silver-streaked hair had been combed back into smooth but slightly choppy swoops, and Will could catch a glimpse of piercing amber eyes from underneath their soft streaks. The man spoke first, voice warm but words sending a shiver down Will’s spine. “I am Death,” was all he said before sweeping forward to taste the unswallowed wine on Will’s blood-stained lips. The clock struck midnight as their lips met and the sweet kiss of Death stole his breath and his soul.

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Will woke up to darkness blanketing the room. Rolling over in the bed, he reached out for his bedside lamp and upon finding it, flicked it on. He sat up with a yawn, then felt his eyes grow wide when he saw he wasn’t in his room. The suite sized bedroom was magnificent – Roman in taste, with white marble walls and high ceilings. Furnished with what appeared to be ludicrously expensive possessions, Will found himself awestruck by the sight before him.

        Awe gave way to confusion and surprise, which clouded his mind as he hesitantly got out of bed with the intention of exploring. He noticed the balcony doors were open to let in a warm night breeze and, drawn to the view he’d seen, he walked towards them. He hesitated when he saw a figure standing with its back to him, but when calm instead of fear seeped into his heart, he found the courage to approach the man. Will was welcomed with kind eyes and a warm smile, which he returned effortlessly (to his surprise). Still unsure of where he was and who he was with, Will tried his best to review his memories, only to find he couldn’t recall them. A hazy barrier, which was slowly ebbing away to his relief, kept them at bay for the moment.

        “You are awake. I was curious as to how long you would sleep.”

Will smiled as he gazed at the starry sky, but his brows creased when the realization came to him.

        “You’re Death… and my soulmate…” His voice trailed off in a wary whisper as the now-dubbed Death nodded. “Where is the moon, Death?” He could feel his memories slowly returning to him as he gazed out at the infinite space.

        “It has yet to die. Therefore, it cannot exist upon this plane.” Death paused a moment before continuing. “Tell me, what was it like to die?”

The soft voice snapped him back to awareness, memories flooding in, but the last thing he remembered was the kiss. His confusion manifested as sassiness as he responded. “What the hell are you talking about?”

        “You do not remember?” Death pursed his lips at his love’s choice of language, but if he disapproved, he didn’t address it.

        “I remember you kissing me and then I woke up here. Are you telling me I died, then?” Even as he asked, the answer was made evident by his blank wrist. The dates and times only left if the act had been fulfilled. He was indeed dead.

        “Contrary to the epics of old, you could not join me here unless you were dead. So, in short, yes. You died as we kissed.”

        “The kiss of Death. I could kill you for being so cliché.” Will chuckled, relaxing a bit more in Death’s presence. Of course the man he was destined to spend eternity with thrived on cliché puns.

        “Darling, I am already dead,” Death chided halfheartedly, amused by the man’s fiery spirit which, even in the realm of the dead, had brought a spark of life. He would become a powerful reaper, Death realized, and the idea pleased him greatly. A gently kiss drew him from his thoughts.

        “Care to share, love? What were you thinking about?” The pet name slid off Will’s tongue before he could catch it, but he didn’t care. After years of running, he’d finally learned fate’s plan for him – to love and be loved by this man – so why shouldn’t he start trusting in fate and in Death?

        “You.” Death smiled down at him, wrapping him in a strong and surprisingly warm embrace.

        “What about me?”

        “Your future, specifically. You have the potential to become a very powerful reaper.”

        “Oh. So now I have to work for my husband?” Will feigned annoyance, though his words carried weight.

        “Alongside, not for. I would never treat you as anything but my equal. Speaking of which – please call me Hannibal. Death is merely a title. It is not my name. And we cannot keep calling each other pet names forever. Would a first name basis not be more appropriate, Will? We are soulmates after all.”

        “U-um, yes we are soulmates. And yes, we should be, Hannibal. Now, if you would be so kind as to answer my question love, how do I become this ‘powerful reaper’?” Will smirked defiantly.

        “It is a process –  a becoming, so to speak. But it starts with the taking of your first life.” Hannibal sighed at Will’s dramatics and focused on the question instead.

        “Well, what are we waiting for?” Will smirked again as he saw the fire dance behind Hannibal’s eyes. He said nothing, and for once, nothing was the only answer Will needed.

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        The bracelet around his wrist caught the moonlight as his hand shot up to grip the jaw of the man before him. He had smoke in his eyes and Death at his back as he sucked the soul from yet another victim. As a murderer of families, this soul had been condemned to Hell.

        Hannibal had been right – his love carried a spark of life within his soul, and this stopped him from being able to reap the souls of the innocent. Will’s splinter of life caused him to empathize with them until he was incapable of taking their vibrant life. Death loved this about him, and was always there to reap those that Will couldn’t – Hannibal would never force him to give up his gift.

        However, when it came to the souls condemned to Hell, Will was merciless. Often finding pleasure in stealing their spark of life, he once admitted to Hannibal that doing bad things to bad people felt good and powerful. Hannibal’s response had merely been to smile in praise.

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Now, many years later, Will Graham is still remembered. His last book has become a classic, the material helping to better the world even as years progressed. But he is also remembered by a different name. Mortis Cupitus. Death’s Beloved. His presence has found its way into mythology. Stories told in the dead of night describe the man who takes vengeance on those who have sinned. Some say he is made from smoke and justice, others say he is dark matter and starlight. But despite the variations and ambiguity within each account, one fact remains constant – the bracelet around his wrist.

        As the saying goes, the charm bracelet had been a celebratory gift from Death after his love’s first kill, and Death’s Beloved adds a charm to the bracelet for every life he takes. The jingling of the charms is the only warning you get that he is there, and the flash of moonlight on the bracelet as his hand rises to your jaw is the last thing you’ll remember seeing before he sucks out your soul.

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