#I got terrifyingly close to being outed or worse.

[khamomile-kitty]

I’m so fucking discouraged. I can’t even fully describe how fucking discouraged I am. I feel like I’m being crushed.

#I’m straight up nauseous. #I live in a white baptist INTENSLY right wing town and ppl are ducking celebrating like they didn’t just ruin ppls lives #*fucking #and I’m closeted (for my safety they would absolutely institutionalize me) so I can’t even do anything abt it #everything I own is monitored. I can’t use my bank account to donate bc the last time I did #I got terrifyingly close to being outed or worse. #I feel sick and stuck I just want to do something but I can’t even fucking get out of here #vent #kitty talks

[save-the-villainous-cat]

What if, and hear me out: Sub!villain with a sensitive neck and thighs who has a thing for hickeys but is too embarrassed to admit it

They slept with each other for the purpose of information. When this whole affair had started, the villain hadn’t expected the hero to be this good at it. Being terrifyingly experienced made the villain almost think this wasn’t the first time the hero was doing this.

Somehow, they always managed to pull the villain’s strings perfectly.

The teasing was the worst — in a good sense of course. Sometimes, the hero made their enemy squirm for an hour before they even touched them. Dirty talk made the villain needy and almost angry when they realised that the hero’s shit-eating grin was the only response they got. They enjoyed whatever they did to the villain, even those dirty activities that should’ve brought pleasure to the villain only.

Additionally, the hero was always ready to do it, always ready to be affectionate. They squeezed the villain’s ass when they were walking past them, they flirted with them continuously (no matter if in the field or over the phone) and regardless of what they did, the hero’s eyes were on them constantly.

It was almost an open secret that the two of them were having sex in order to learn more about the enemy and it was slowly pressuring the villain. Their allies avoided them even though they assured that these were just rumours. It was much worse with the hero’s superiors who threatened them but surprisingly, the hero didn’t let anyone get under their skin. They were calm whenever the topic came up, laughed carelessly and continued to visit the villain.

Was it legal? Yes. Was it right? The villain was shocked that they cared about the morality of their actions but at the end, if they were brutally honest, they didn’t want the hero to suffer because of something they had suggested.

“Rough day?” the hero asked sweetly. They must’ve noticed the frown on the villain’s face. Without hesitation, they pinned the villain’s hands above their head. Their hot breath tingled the villain’s neck. “I saw you on TV this morning. I’d love it if your outfit was more revealing. But then again…I can’t stand it when others look at your body.”

The villain took in a shaky breath.

“Yeah?” They could feel their voice crack in the end.

“Yeah…” Carefully, the hero let their tongue and lips run over the villain’s jawline, still pinning their wrists with one hand into the mattress and with their other hand, they started to travel down the villain’s body. A week ago, they’d touched the villain’s thighs briefly with precision for the first time. They’d actively targeted the villain’s legs to observe their reactions, slowly and tactically. 

They knew about the villain’s neck from the very beginning and used that sensitivity lavishly before but once they found out about the villain’s thighs, they were excited and eager to experiment. They let their fingertips run over their skin while they worked on the villain’s neck with their tongue and teeth.

Gasping, the villain squirmed under them but the hero’s grip on their wrists only tightened.

“Is this alright?” the hero murmured against their neck. “Does this feel good?”

The villain only managed to nod as they closed their eyes and trapped the hero’s hand between their legs. Their whole body was shaking and their head flooded with desire.

It didn’t matter how many times they did it, the villain always found themselves turning in their bed, wanting more than that. They wanted the cuddles and they wanted the dates.

“I need words, darling.”

“It feels good—” they gasped.

“Then spread those pretty thighs for me. Let me love you.” Love. Is that what this was? A shiver ran down the villain’s spine by the raw thought of it. The hero raised their head, breaking their attention from the villain’s neck free. “We said no hickeys, so no one finds out, right?”

The villain’s heart was beating itself to death in its little cage. Whatever the hero did, they were attractive.

“I…I think so, yeah.” They were already out of breath. 

“How do you feel about breaking a few more rules then?”

“I don’t really like hickeys,” they said, biting their lip.

“Your ears are red.”

“So?” 

“They always get red when you lie.” The hero grinned, their fingers intertwining with the villain’s.

“They don’t.”

“They do.”

“They don—”

“Look, I can give you a hickey. A hidden one. And after that, we can see if you like it, hm?” The villain blushed even more. “You can always tell me to stop.”

“…okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” The hero let go of the villain’s wrists and pinned their waist. It made the villain curious. Wasn’t the hickey supposed to go on their neck or chest? “What are you doing?” 

“Giving you a hidden hickey,” the hero said, licking over their thigh. Immediately, the villain’s brain filled with excitement and they grabbed the hero’s hair, watching as they sank their teeth into their inner thigh.

They didn’t leave it at one hickey.

#Damn cat writing spice? It’s been 84 years… #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask #suggestive #Oh mickey you so fine you so fine you blow my mind #enemies with benefits

[cheegu3]

Hiiii! Is it possible to request a part 2 of bully felix x fem reader? I can't stop thinking about what he would do next, like how is he going to get rid of the new guy? Will he try to win y/n's heart? How?

ofc, ty for requesting!! I hope you like it <3 :))

happy valentines,,

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, bullying, name-calling, sexual themes, swearing

wc: 3.2k

pairing: bully!felix x f.m!reader

Lee felix - bully pt.2 ;

Only mere hours had passed since Felix overheard you refer to the new guy as ‘’ your boyfriend ‘’.

When he saw you that same afternoon kissing him by the lockers, that was when he officially lost it - lunging straight for the poor guy, practically strangling him as his hold around his collar tightened while they stared at each other.

You didn’t know how to react. At first you only stared, confused at your bully's behaviour. He hated you so why would he attack your boyfriend? Was it his way of continuing his torture, making sure that you’d be forever unhappy, so now that he saw how happy your boyfriend was making you - he’d try to take him away too?

The thought made you panic and you tried to catch Felix’s attention by putting your hand over his that was grabbing your innocent boyfriend.

‘’ Who is this, y/n? ‘’ was all your boyfriend managed to say, in choked breaths as the pressure around his throat was increasing.

‘‘ Um, my..my bully ‘‘ 

You avoided his eyes, still looking at Felix. His expression was confusing you. There was a mixture of emotions behind his eyes - anger, satisfaction and maybe even jealousy.

You furrowed your brows.

‘‘ Felix? F- ‘‘ your breath got caught in your throat as the familiar fear kicked in as soon as he finally laid his eyes on you.

He of course didn’t fail to notice it, lips curving up into a smirk momentarily before the angry expression overtook again.

‘‘ Why are you doing this? If you’re angry...take it out on me! He didn’t do anything! ‘’

His head snapped towards you, a sinister smile decorating his beautiful features.

‘‘ Okay ‘‘ he said, letting go of your boyfriend immediately.

You let out a sigh of relief - way too early, as he grabbed a hold of your wrist and dragged you into the bathroom.

Your breath quickened as you knew the inevitable was coming; memories of his harsh punishments in the bathrooms came flooding back to you, his mocking face coming into view to relish your suffering, making the whole thing even worse.

Watching as he locked the door like he always did, you backed away slowly, eyes never leaving his form cautiously.

Felix smiled at your reaction, he must’ve been reminded of the memories too. It didn’t take many seconds of silence before he instead grabbed the collar of your uniform, pushing you against the wall like he had done to your boyfriend just a few seconds ago.

‘‘ I bet you don’t even feel bad ‘‘ he muttered to himself, anger flashing in his eyes as he stared you down ‘‘ Shameless slut ‘‘.

Your eyes widened in surprise. He had never called you that before. What had you done wrong?

‘‘ What did I do? ‘‘ 

You both stared at each other for a long time. Confusion crept up on your face again. Why didn’t he say anything now?

Felix swallowed hard. He was trying to calm himself down as he was terrifyingly close to revealing his plan to you and acting out emotionally.

So after just staring at you he left without a word. You scoffed incredulously and looked at the mirror to straighten out your uniform again.

What is wrong with him? 

Your reflection tilted its head and you stared at the mirror for a long time trying to come up with an explanation. Eventually you gave up, remembering your poor boyfriend was probably waiting outside thinking you were being beat up in the bathroom.

You hurried out and turned your head both ways to look for him, but to your surprise he wasn’t there. In the distance, two guys walked together - with one of them, the blonde one, having his arm around the dark haired one.

You felt a bit sad that your boyfriend had just left you, but quickly shook it off and picked up your stuff. Mentally cursing Felix for bothering you and yet again leaving your stuff scattered on the floor.

*******

You went home that day without your boyfriend by your side like usual. It felt strange, something kept telling you that things weren’t right. He didn’t answer his phone when you called or texted either.

But there wasn’t much to do about it anyway. You couldn’t go over to his house because his strict parents didn’t know about you two dating yet - all you could do was bite your tongue and pray that he was okay.

As the evening went on a text popped up on your phone, making it light up in your dark bedroom as you were studying. 

Even from far away you could see that it was your boyfriend’s name on the notification and you quickly dropped everything to read it.

bf &lt;3: ‘‘ Let’s talk tomorrow ‘‘

You looked puzzled at the text. An unsettling feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

It didn’t feel like the most normal thing to text someone after that meeting with Felix. Was he mad at you for not telling him you were getting bullied maybe? Either way, you couldn’t stop your emotions from taking over and texting, the panic painfully obvious in how quickly you responded.

y/n: ‘’ Why? ‘’

But a few minutes passed and no matter how hard you stared at the display screen - a text never came.

You sighed and put the phone down, trying to the best of your abilities to get to sleep not long after. Eventually the text exited your constantly worried mind as exhaustion from the long day took over instead, letting you fall into a slumber.

The next day was the weekend. You assumed your boyfriend would come over to your house or call and ask to meet somewhere since you couldn’t go to school.

The first thing you did when you woke up was check your phone.

0 new notifications.

You started chewing your lip anxiously as your fingers pressed the call button. He surprisingly picked up after a few ring-signals.

‘‘ Hello? ‘‘

‘‘ Hi ‘‘ he answered.

‘‘ Where do you wanna- ‘‘

‘‘ I’m outside your house ‘‘ he interrupted, and the call ended abruptly.

You let him in and he went up your bedroom, barely glancing at your parents who looked at each other in shock. Inside, he gestured for you to sit on your bed and you obliged, waiting for him to speak.

You didn’t know why, but your heart was drumming fast inside your chest. His expression was hard to read to make it all worse and he was pacing back and forth.

‘‘ A guy told me yesterday that you cheated on me, with him ‘‘ he finally blurted out, an expression of disgust appearing on his face, which made him unable to look at you.

Your heart sank.

‘‘ W-what? I would never do that ba- ‘‘ you stood up, trying to reach out for him but he pushed you off harshly making you back away.

‘‘ Who said that? Tell me their name? ‘‘ tears were starting to form in your eyes and you frantically tried thinking of who he was talking about.

He rolled his eyes.

‘‘ Does it matter,? We’re done. Don’t ever fucking talk to me again ‘‘

Those were his last words, sure to stay ringing in your ears for the rest of the day as he slammed the door behind him, once again leaving you in silence.

*******

You spent the rest of the weekend crying. It wasn’t due to sadness, mostly it was due to how wronged you felt. It was unfair; you hadn’t done anything yet you were being punished.

A perfect relationship that had only just started, ruined just like that. For something that wasn’t even true. Why? Who would do that to you?

As the week approached and you mentally prepared for going back to school, you kept thinking of just that. Who hated you enough to do that? Felix was definitely the top answer but it didn’t make sense.

He hated your guts and always made fun of you, saying you’d never find love because you were ugly and unlikable and always reminding you of how no one wanted to be around you.

It would make more sense for it to be one of the girls - those that seemed to hate your guts almost as much as Felix but didn’t show it outwardly like him. They preferred to gossip and isolate you from them instead.

Maybe it was one of the girl’s that found your boyfriend attractive, their jealousy leading to sabotage. Yet, you still felt unsure. Having rounded down on the suspects didn’t help, you knew you needed to go to school to see who was the happiest after you’d gotten dumped.

So, on Monday morning you got ready like you always did and walked by yourself - the void that your boyfriend usually had filled was very noticeable now as you once again walked alone to school.

Memories of past school-mornings came back to you, making those painful feelings rise to the surface.

Walking alone was always hard for you. You were scared that people were staring and whispering, and as you reached the school and saw people whisper to each other upon seeing you - you really wished your favourite person was there to make you feel safe and calm like he usually did.

Keeping your head low you entered the building and walked straight to the classroom to avoid people.

Just as you were about to reach your designated seat, a gentle hand tugged on your arm. It was a girl, another shy one just like you that would get picked on quite frequently. 

You hadn’t talked to each other much, but you always stood up for each other since you knew what it felt like to get bullied - unlike your other classmates who were just bystanders. 

For that, you appreciated each other silently.

‘‘ Um...y/n, can you come outside for a moment? ‘‘ her eyes avoided you, gaze instead looking at the floor.

You gave her a warm smile, feeling grateful she was the one to tug on your sleeve and not your bully. For a second, your heart had stopped since you were used to Felix being the only one to even acknowledge your existence at school; although knowing the way he was, it would be way better to be completely invisible to everyone.

You followed her without any objections, because you trusted her. She was different from the others and would never do anything cruel to you or let you get harmed.

The hall was quiet since most students had retreated to their classrooms. But you heard a few faint male voices in the distance. They weren't visible in the hall however, it was just you and the girl from your class.

She seemed a bit anxious, eyes were constantly searching up and down the hall as if someone was standing there and watching her every move.

'' Well, this is a bit awkward...'' she laughed humourlessly and finally turned her attention towards you.

You raised your eyebrow, urging her to continue. The class was about to start soon and as much as you'd prefer staying outside to talk, you didn't want to get into trouble.

'' It's about your boyfriend '' you immediately straightened up upon hearing him get mentioned.

What could this be about?

'' Okay '' was all you could think of saying.

'' He was at a party last weekend and...me and him- '' she stopped, eyes full of guilt as she hesitated to continue.

'' What? ''

'' We uh, slept together ''

She hurriedly got the last part out and then avoided your eyes again, maybe she was scared of your reaction - thinking it was going to be violent or perhaps disappointed but you only felt confused.

For as long as you'd known her, she hadn't been to a single party. After every weekend when you'd see each other she would tell you of how her weekends always consisted of studying diligently at the library.

You remember always reacting in awe to hearing that, wishing you were just as ambitious and disciplined when it came to studying.

Maybe you were overthinking it though, people who study hard can of course also party once in a while and it made it all feel like your boyfriend's sudden accusations made more sense.

It was a classic case of projection. He was the one cheating so he accused you of doing it and then ended it before you'd find out, feeling too guilty of his actions.

'' Y/n? ''

'' Hm? ''

You probably must've zoned out while thinking, and now you felt a bit apologetic as she looked like her anxiety had ten-folded while you'd been quiet after she had dropped the bomb.

'' I didn't know you went to parties ''

She looked like you had caught her off-guard, eyes widening and lips parting but no words coming out of them.

'' It's okay, don't worry '' you smiled, trying to make her feel better.

'' Also, thank you. You made it all make more sense, he actually broke up with me a few days ago '' you added.

It didn't make her relax like you thought it would. Instead it looked like she already knew that.

Had the news really spread that fast?

Even though you thought you were about 50% over your boyfriend after spending the whole weekend crying, you still spent the rest of the school day zoning out while visions of him cheating kept flashing in your mind.

It was hard to focus and by the time the school bell rang you were sure the teacher would call your parents and scold you for not paying attention.

At this point you really couldn't care less though. You just wanted to get home to your comfortable bed and cry your eyes out again.

You gathered your things quickly and were one of the first to head out. On the way, you noticed someone in the corner of your eye. They sped up by the sound of it, their feet scraping the gravel underneath.

When they were really close, you suddenly whipped your head around - alarm bells ringing in your head making you think the person was going to attack you.

'' Felix? ''

Your bully blinked at you, almost looking as confused as you were like he hadn't just snuck up on you.

He felt incredibly awkward, this was almost the end of his plan that had started about a few days ago.

FLASHBACK

'' Your little girlfriend is in there-'' Felix pulled your boyfriend back by his arm as he tried to enter the bathroom. '' She's fine, idiot ''

'' Now you will listen to me and do exactly as I say ''

The blonde male laid an arm around the other boy's shoulder. To outsiders they might look like good friends or just two guys having a casual conversation.

But on the inside, a much more twisted conversation was taking place between the two of them.

Felix lead your boyfriend out into the schoolyard, away from everyone who might be lurking and risk overhearing them.

Here he once again pushed the poor guy up against the wall, but this time he was clutching a small pocket-knife in his hand.

'' You will break up with, y/n ''

'' But- '' protests began spilling out of his mouth, causing your bully to push the knife ever so slightly into the flesh of his neck.

If he applied any more pressure, blood would soon trickle out and cover his knife.

'' What did I tell you? '' he warned, voice low.

'' To- to listen and do exactly as you say? '' your boyfriend's voice was starting to shake in fear.

He wasn't too surprised by the fact someone who was capable of bullying was also carrying around a knife and able to threaten others, without any ounce of guilt in their eyes - but he still didn't expect, a bully - your bully, to demand he breaks up with you.

That didn't make any sense to him.

'' Good '' the knife was retracted a bit '' You will break up with her before the end of the weekend, accuse her of cheating and say that someone came forward and told you so ''

Felix thought for a moment, a sinister smile creeping up on his contrasting innocent features.

'' And, to make it seem more believable. Ignore her texts and calls so she thinks you're mad at her, then call her and suddenly say you're outside her house ''

Your boyfriend held back his tears, swallowing the lump of guilt and sadness that was starting to form in his throat.

'' You have to pull it off, never break character. Think of it as...acting ''

'' If you don't '' he came even closer now, their noses being mere inches from touching.

'' I will kill your entire family, as soon as the clock strikes 12:01 on Monday ''

'' Do you get it? ''

And so, your boyfriend had no choice but to obey the monster. As much as he wanted to believe the boy in front of him wasn't capable of murder, and that even if he was, there was a chance for him to escape with his family and you - it all felt very hopeless in that moment.

Maybe he took the easy route, but this way you wouldn't be harmed either.

All Felix had to do now was find a girl, threaten her and sit back and relax as the show would unfold, all according to his plan.

*******

'' What are you doing here? '' you stared at him, getting ready to run away in case he'd bully you here where no one could see you.

He gave you a warm smile and his eyes softened, for the first time ever. You had never seen him look at you like that before.

'' Sorry- I heard the news '' Felix tried his best to give you an innocent look, big puppy eyes that he'd hope would complete his performance he was now putting on in front of you.

'' Well, it made me think and I felt kind of bad for you '' he continued.

You gasped and then scoffed a bit in disbelief. You weren't sure if he was playing another one of his cruel jokes on you again.

'' I won't bully you anymore, and I actually know what it's like to be all alone '' he stepped closer and you flinched.

'' If you don't mind, I'd like to walk you home ''

He flashed you another smile again, his eyes crinkling and it was so well-done you actually believed it.

Once the initial discomfort wore off, you nodded as you saw he looked pretty genuine.

So you let him walk you home. Unaware that when he said bye to you at your doorstep - he wanted nothing more than to barge inside, kiss you and do all kinds of things to you just like he had spent most of his days daydreaming about.

But he knew better, he knew he had to play the long game to win you over and that was exactly what he was going to do.

#yandere felix #yandere skz #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz scenarios #yandere stray kids

[poorlittlegreenie13]

20 odd years after Van & Tai broke up, on a random weekday, Taissa gets a call to her office phone. When she picks up, Natalie is on the other line, asking if Taissa is alone. Tai braces for the worst, closing her office door and trying to prepare herself for whatever it is Natalie’s about to say.

“It’s Van,” Natalie tells her, “she just got charged with manslaughter in the state of Ohio, she needs a lawyer.”

Queue Taissa panicking, because her and Van have not spoken in decades, and while Taissa may have graduated first in her class at Columbia, her degree was in civil law—she’s not totally confident in a criminal case.

Still, she obviously drops everything and drives across the country to Van, who she finds sitting in a county jail cell with a black eye and bruised knuckles.

“Other guy looks worse,” Van says with a wry smile the minute she spots Taissa, but her smile drops and she shakes her head. “I told Natalie not to call you.”

“Can you afford another lawyer?” Taissa asks, familiar worry rushing back in as she looks at Van, older and different, but still so terrifyingly the same. Taissa can’t suppress the old instinct to reach out and brush her fingers across the bruise on Van’s cheek.

“You’re not gonna get me out of this one, Tai,” Van says. “It was a bar fight. There are witnesses.”

“Did you start it?” Taissa asks.

Van raises an eyebrow. “Course not,” she says. “Just… got a little carried away finishing it.”

Taissa clears her throat, mind snapping back to all the countless seminar hours she spent reviewing every facet of a good narrative argument. “You’re a visible lesbian in suburban Ohio,” she says. “You have a history of severe mental trauma, you have character witnesses who can speak on your behalf. We can claim self-defense, coupled with acute mental distress aggravated by a violent confrontation. You’re gonna be fine, Van. You’ll get court-mandated counseling, at worst, and maybe that’ll be for the best anyway.”

“I can’t pay you, Tai,” Van says, taking a step back from the bars that are separating them. “And you’re not doing this for free.”

“Why not?” Taissa asks, frustration creeping into her tone.

“Because friends do things for free,” Van says. “And we’re not friends anymore, Tai, we’re not anything.”

Taissa sets her jaw in annoyance.

“I’m not letting some public defender glance over your file and plead this out,” Taissa says. “You’ll do jail time, Van. You’ll lose your store.”

Van looks away from Taissa, staring at her shoes, scuffing one toe against the ground.

“Let me do this, Van,” Taissa says, voice low. “Please.”

She can see Van considering it, chewing on her lip, silently seeming to weigh her options.

“Van, my marriage is falling apart,” Taissa says, not even sure why the words are coming to her, but speaking them anyway. “My kid is scared of me, my wife thinks I’m crazy. And maybe I am. I mean, how many people would hear about someone they love beating some scumbag to death in a bar and not bat an eye? I know you, Van, we know each other, no matter how much time goes by. Just let me do this for you, please. I could only stay away all this time cause I knew you were alright here. I couldn’t sleep at night if you were locked up in some penitentiary.”

Van looks up at her, eyes glassy. Taissa holds her breath. After a minute, Van nods.

“I’m gonna post your bail, okay?” Taissa says. “And then I’ll drive you home and we can go over your statement together.”

Again, Van nods.

She spends that night with her head in Taissa’s lap, absolutely furious at herself for caving that easily. It’s just been a long few days, alright?

Tai wraps up Van’s bruised knuckles and makes her ice her black eye, both of them pretending it isn’t almost unbearable being around each other like this and not talking about everything that went down between them years ago.

Taissa stays the week, going over Tai’s files and frantically serving the court order after order about the gross mishandling of Van’s arrest and the evidence against her. She stays up most nights working. Van can’t sleep either. Somewhere along the way, they start talking to fill the time.

It turns into a year and a half of Taissa spending half her time in Ohio on Van’s couch (and occasionally, when Van’s nightmares get too bad, in her bed), preparing for a weirdly low profile manslaughter trial that no one quite understands why she’s so fixated on. Simone eventually leaves her & goes off to live her best life without Taissa’s crazy ass (affectionate). Tai barely notices her wife leaving her cause she’s too busy falling back in love with her ex girlfriend who cracked a grown man’s skull with her bare hands.

Tai wins the trial, obviously, and Van walks away with no charges. Tai and Van make out in a court house bathroom immediately after they get the verdict. Then they move in together somewhere between Ohio and New Jersey. Taissa loves her murderer girlfriend so much <3 & Van loves her pitbull defense attorney girlfriend more than anything <3. The end.)

#fics I’ll never write #it’s like my cousin Vinny but Van actually committed the crime yk #this is what I’m doing instead of my actual legal work #ghosted my boss to write Taivan microfics instead of doing my job #yellowjackets #taissa turner #taivan #van palmer #natalie scatorccio #tai x van #van x taissa

[thebroccolination]

Hey, just wanted to say that I'm really thankful to you for all the posts you've made about Krist so far

I didn't know him at all before BMF and only slowly "learned" about him through some people making snide comments about him before the show aired and people in the tags/comments then reiterating all the reasons why he's awful and should be cancelled with links to those standard "proof" compilation videos + posts and it's terrifyingly easy to get caught up in the hate spiral and the image it paints when that's all you hear about a person who at that point in time merely existed in the periphery of the fandoms you hung out in, especially if the people constantly spreading and reinforcing that image were people you used to really enjoy having on your dash. It made me apprehensive of the show before it even aired, which did both the show and Krist a terrible disservice

Your posts gave me a much more nuanced picture of him and the context within which the hatred got started and has kept persisting even now and it's really been a bit of an eye-opener regarding Fandom Discourse™️ and how it can influence your opinion of people you know nothing about even as you try to just mind your own business, possibly even thinking yourself somewhat immune to that sort of mindless cancel culture

I've made some adjustments to my dash and it has become a much kinder place for it now

I'm glad other people I follow also actively loved the show and posted about it and I'm glad you've been so vocal in talking about Krist as a person, it acted like an antidote to all of the vitriol that had one-sidedly poisoned my perception of him

Should it have been necessary? Probably not but that's not what this is about. Sometimes all it takes is one person speaking up and telling you to fact-check your blind bias and it really matters, especially when things have been taken out of context and twisted and amplified as much as was done with him. Thank you for unknowingly being that person for me, I truly appreciate it

Oh, Anon. :')

Thank you so much. I've teared up reading this, and it just makes me so happy to know I've done something small to change hearts.

When I became a fan in June of 2020, I barely knew him. I'd binge-watched SOTUS in May, and the hate went supernova shortly thereafter. I'd just been so moved by his empathetic portrayal of Arthit, I was skeptical that he could be this Deeply Homophobic Bigot that people were painting him as. And honestly, when I saw the IG story the first time, I just thought it had been a half-joking exaggeration to a question that annoyed him and it landed poorly. It wasn't enough to convince me of anything.

Fortunately, because I'd done a watch thread for SOTUS, I'd made a bunch of friends in the Peraya fandom, and a good number of them were queer like me. So I went to them and asked what they knew. They explained the whole thing: that it was from years before, that because KristSingto were the ones who started the "First Wave" they'd put up with a whole higher and wilder level of scrutiny and obsession and homophobia. They told me Krist had had a relationship with a girl at the time, that she and her family, his family, his friends, everyone close to him was being spied on or investigated by people who Needed to Know if Krist was secretly dating Singto. (Later, I found out about the whole KristGun thing, that their friendship had been tested by similar prying and accusations and homophobia and possessiveness by the more unhinged fans of the Real Branded Pairs.)

With that much background, and knowing Krist couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 at the time, I said, "Oh," and figured most people would have the same reaction when they looked into it.

But instead, it got worse.

It was surreal to experience as a new fan. Krist's Thai fans were exhausted by these interfans showing up and baying for his blood in languages they couldn't communicate in, and Krist's interfans were protective of him and impatient with the interfans on Twitter who'd just clap back with "LMAO NOT YOU DEFENDING A HOMOPHOBE?????" and racking up hundreds of likes and retweets for dunking on Krist fans. Any time Krist posted, they'd flood him with cruel replies and QRTs, and I have to reiterate that, like, to get that amount of hatred in foreign languages must have been such a horrible feeling. People demanded he apologize, but he already had. Multiple times. He'd just done it in Thai.

Worse than that, I've been told by an older Peraya that when the IG story was first posted, Thai fans knew he wasn't homophobic, so it didn't blow up with them. It was interfans even back then who misinterpreted him. He did apologize, though, and unfortunately, the fandom was small enough that the only person who translated it was neither fluent in English nor Thai. Apparently he said something like, "I was raised in the genre of Y series, and it's my home, and one I'm deeply proud of, so I'd never harbor any kind of bigotry like that," but the person's language ability limited what they were able to understand and translate, so they posted something like, "I'm a BL actor so of course I'm not homophobic," and of course interfans at the time only redoubled their attacks on him. "He thinks he can't be homophobic just because he was in BL!?" That kind of thing.

And when people have pushed back on the IG story, I've seen people just make bad faith interpretations of Krist's intentions in other scenarios. Like when he and Gawin were watching their sweet scenes in Be My Favorite, Krist hid behind Gawin's shoulder during their kiss scene, and there was a brief but enthusiastic wave of, "SEE HE CAN'T WATCH TWO MEN KISS." Even though…he was one of them?

The people who say, "He was jobless so he came back to BL," when he rarely has a day off, the people who say, "He was poor so he came back to BL," when BL doesn't pay well and Krist bought a house and supports his entire family off the money he makes doing other work. The music shows he co-hosts have higher ratings than literally any GMMTV BL series. They get something like 2.0 where the average GMMTV BL series gets 0.2.

I know it takes time and patience and resources to learn all of this, and I don't expect everyone to do the amount of research I have. I love him, so it's a pleasure and not a pain to spend time learning who Krist Perawat is. All I've ever wanted by talking about him and sharing more about him is to help lessen the hate he gets. He truly, truly doesn't deserve it, and he never has.

Like, Aof recently posted a GMMTV job listing to Facebook and one of the requirements was that you be a woman or LGBTQ+. I think the only way you'd remain employed in GMMTV with that level of community support if you were homophobic is if your family is well-connected or wealthy. Krist famously cleared his family's debt with the meteoric popularity of SOTUS, so he does not come from money, privilege, or connections. Arguably the one thing he had going for him when he was auditioning for SOTUS apart from his acting talent was his ability to Be Pale if he avoided the sun long enough. (Colorism, alive and thriving.)

So, so many of his friends are queer. His close friends. Not just random people he posts in his stories for clout or to Clear His Name or whatever. These are people who cuddle him and call him their son and speak of him with true knowledge of his faults and his virtues and love him deeply. People dismiss this as, "OH SO HE 'HAS QUEER FRIENDS' LOL OKAY SOUNDS LEGIT," but again, you have to look at the depth of these friendships. Oat has been with Krist since SOTUS. He "adopted" Gawin on the strength of how close Gawin got to Krist over the past year.

As far as I know, Krist has never made his sexuality public knowledge. What he has said (apart from the IG story, which, y'know, wasn't super nuanced) is that he doesn't care how people perceive his sexuality, and that if he ever dates someone of the same gender, he'll be open with the relationship because he wants his fans to know that side of his life and the person he loves—no matter their gender.

I see a lot of people saying, "Oh, he was homophobic, but he's better now," but from everything I've ever seen, I just don't believe it. At best, he was clumsy with how he expressed himself, which is understandable because he was nineteen or twenty and I'm sorry to be Like This but it is rare that you find an Overnight Famous Twenty-Year-Old Guy Without Media Training who's going to know how to communicate his feelings about being constantly harassed to the point where his girlfriend breaks up with him and he's bombarded with questions in multiple languages by fans around the world about his sex life with his senior and costar.

(I got to this point and was like, "I should add some photos so this isn't just a block of text.)

He's not homophobic, he never was. He's just a dude who loves his cats, is really good at acting and drumming and singing and causing chaos, is the beloved baby brother of PeBaCa, and wants more than anything to take care of his family.

Okay, I'm done.

Thank you again, Anon. The more I learn about him, the fonder I get of him, and it's harder and harder to stay quiet about how frustrating it is to see him get so much vitriol. I'm so happy you told me. Thank you, really. <3

……………

Okay.

I have to end this tangent on a positive note.

GMMTV, give me a KristGun series I'm so serious or I'll throw durians through every single one of your windows.

#kiranokira answers #krist perawat #kristgun #kidding #or am i

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Ectober day three is here!

NOW I GET WHY IT’S CALLED THE SOUL SHREDDER

[Warnings for fear and loss and semi-graphic descriptions of death]

Somehow, no matter how many times Danny had fought Fright Knight, he'd always managed to avoid the sword. He had to, otherwise his terrifyingly mortal friends would have to fight the incarnation of fear without him, and he couldn't let that happen. To be hit by Fright Knight's sword simply wasn't an option.

Tucker had been cut by it once, and when he recounted it to Danny, the nightmares hadn't seemed all that bad, a hundred Paulinas in bathing suits running toward him on a beach turning into a hundred Dashes kicking sand in his face. Maybe it was just because Danny was bi, but given the horrors they faced on a daily basis, he felt like it could've been worse.

Two years later, on Halloween, Jazz and Sam were both nicked by the sword, and while Sam vocally and dramatically described the horrors of being forced to wear pastels and eat veal by her parents, Jazz was quiet. Danny was afraid to ask, but that night, Jazz knocked on his bedroom door, and as soon as he opened it, she wrapped him in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Danny," she said, her voice choked with tears.

"Woah... what are you sorry for?" he asked, hugging her back, awkwardly stroking her hair. "Is this... about what the Soul Shredder made you see? It was only a nightmare; none of it was real."

"It wasn't real for me, but Danny," her voice cracked and the rest came out in a whisper, "my greatest fear was having to go through what you've gone through."

He blinked in surprise, pulling them both out of the doorway and pushing the door closed behind them. "What do you mean?"

"The Soul Shredder, it showed me  a life where, instead of you, it was me in the portal when it turned on," she explained. "In the fear dimension, I had to go through all the things you've gone through. Mom and Dad were shooting at me, threatening to dissect me. And you didn't know anything about it. Right before you beat Fright Knight and we all got let out of the fear dimension, I was fighting a nightmare version of Spectra. And she... she..."

"It was Spectra," Danny cut her off. "Enough said."

He'd never had to comfort his sister while she cried like that before. All his life, she'd been the protective older sister, the one who covered for him with their parents, the one who fought the Christmas turkey, the one who patched him up when he scraped his knees at school. She was his rock, whenever he was scared. He'd never had to do that for her before.

"I don't know how you do it," she said between sobs. "I don't know how you can walk a tightrope between life and death like it's nothing. I don't know how you haven't been traumatized a dozen times over just by the ongoing existential crisis of your nature."

"I don't think about it that much."

"No... you just don't talk about it," she disagreed, and she was right, although he wasn't going to admit that. He thought about it a lot more than he would like to.

"I have you," he said instead. "And I have Sam and Tucker, and the occasional ghost ally who help me out. I can handle it because I'm not alone." He ignored the little voice in his head that said, you are alone. That's what it means to be one-of-a-kind…

"I'm never gonna let you face anything alone," she told him. "Even if I die, I'm gonna become a ghost, and I'll always support you so you never have to be alone."

"Thanks, Jazz."

"I mean it."

"I know you do."

Before that night, Danny had never given much thought to what he himself might see in the fear dimension. As much as possible, he tried not to entertain his fears. He couldn't afford to.

Even so, he knew what he was afraid of, and his conversation with Jazz made it all the more real.

The next time he faced Fright Knight, the unthinkable happened.

The Soul Shredder plunged into Danny's abdomen and his world faded into darkness.

The next thing he knew, he was laying on his back on the sidewalk, surrounded by a hoard of people staring down at him with disgust. Jazz was there, backing away from him with wide eyes. Tucker's knees were shaking so badly they buckled under him, and he scrambled away through the crowd on his hands and knees. Sam was there, looking like she might throw up, her eyes looking at anything but him.

"He's a ghost and a boy?" Star's voice whispered. "What's with that? How creepy?"

"What a freak," Kwan said. "He shouldn't even be around us regular people."

I'm not! he tried to say, but when he opened his mouth, the words didn't come out.

"Isn't he, like, an abomination against nature or something?" asked Paulina.

"He looks human, now..."

"But then... most monsters do, don't they?"

"Everyone back up!" an authoritative voice cut through the crowd.

Mom! he realized. Dad! Please help me!

"Leave this to the professionals!" his dad's voice boomed. "We'll take care of this no-good, dirty, creepy, deranged little thing!"

"Now honey," his mother said, "don't forget that it's also an affront to human kind, and and blight on the earth, unfit to be seen by society, it's existence worth less to the world than gum on the sidewalk."

No...

On instinct, he transformed and flew away, dodging the net launchers and ecto-blasts that were shot after him. He flew home as fast as he could. If there was no place for him in the real world, at least he could escape to the Ghost Zone.

But when he got there, he was just as unwelcome by the dead.

"Get out of here, you wannabe!" Ember yelled at him. "You're not a real ghost, you're just a kid in a costume."

"Why would we want a creature like you here?" Frostbite sneered. "You're not one of us. You're not fit to reside with us."

"Human things don't belong in the Realms..." Walker drawled, his already towering form growing taller and taller until he looked about to squash Danny between his hands. "That's against the rules."

Danny dodge Walker's blow, leaving through the portal and crossing the Atlantic. Last he heard, Dani was in France. She'd sent him a postcard. Even if the whole world was against him, she was with him. She was like him. he wasn't one-of-a-kind, as long as she was around.

He found her below the Eiffel Tower, took her hands, and she smiled. She opened her mouth to speak. Her skin started to droop, green bubbles forming on her face, eyes melting into her skull as she destabilized where she stood, dissolved into a glowing green puddle without so much as a word.

Shaking, Danny floated up into the sky. Hated by his friends and family, rejected by the ghosts, having lost his clone, he turned to the very last person in the world he would ever turn to.

"Ha!" Vlad laughed in his face. "Foolish boy, you've missed your chance, hurled one too many insults. I'm not interested in you anymore. You're a weak, stupid little boy, full of hubris, and I want nothing more to do with you. How does it feel to have alienated the only other person on the planet who knows what you've gone through? Pretty wretched, I'd imagine. But unlike you, I don't need anyone. I’m strong on my own. I don't rely on the help of others.

"You? You're useless on your own. A freak. A loser!" Vlad laughed again, and Danny got the wind knocked out of him when he took a pink ghost ray to the chest. "Get out of my sight!"

Freak.

Loser.

Monster.

The words all echoed in his head, swirling around like a tornado of hatred.

Alone

Alone

Alone.

"Danny! Are you okay?!" Danny gasped, eyed flying open at the sound of Sam's voice.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You got hit by the Soul Shredder," Tucker explained. "Don't worry though. We took care of Fright Knight."

"He won't be bothering us again," Sam said, helping him sit up. "At least, not until next Halloween."

"Sorry it took us so long," Jazz apologized. "Are you alright? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"It was horrible!" Danny said. "Aliens finally made contact with Earth, but all they wanted was to buy bagpipe music CDs! They wouldn't even talk to us about anything else but bagpipe music. It was awful!"

"You've literally died before, and you greatest fear is that aliens will come to Earth and all they'll care about is bagpipes?" Sam asked, deadpan. 

"I've wanted to meet aliens my whole life! I don't want it to be disappointing!" he said. Tucker laughed, and Sam sighed, and Jazz shook her head in disbelief.

It was all right if they thought a little less of him for this. As long as they never found out what really scared him.

#fic #danny phantom #dp #still on heavy painkillers so be gracious about my typos I’ll fix ‘em when I heal from surgery #Danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #fright knight #angst #they’re all angst so far #fear #loss #nightmares #day three #ectoberweek2022 #things i wrote

[prettyboykatsuki]

actually feeling so insane and sick and unwell and un-normal over your tags.

'what kind of caretaker would he be if he let you worry?' MY MINDS EYE IS OPEN....yan getou viewing himself as your caretaker....GAHHH he does. he so so does. you are something precious that sometimes needs to be brought to heel. by him and only him. precious but fragile and so weak. a fawn who never quite got the hang of walking. that's how he views you. and its not a view that you'll ever be able to change.

please you said he would claim to never lie to you and i simply lost my marbles because god he would so do something terrible like that

precious but fragile and weak exactly. getou sort of sees you a little closer to an injured, trembling animal. every since he left jujutsu society - he sees everything weak as something in need of saving. a little like him, aren't you? you are afraid of the dark and getou lives in - so he sees himself as the only thing that can shield you from it the way you need. he understands it all so perfectly

you know something is wrong when you start living with him. that his work isn't what it seems. that the people who scream in the other room are witnessing things that they shouldnt. you know you should be able to leave and you know that the way he bathes you stopped being kind after all your injuries from the way he found you healed.

getou is a little like a mother bird who never pushes you out of the nest, you think. forceful and terrifyingly overbearing at times. you never know which it will be, but he's always smiling pleasantly at the end of it. he's always soothing you and your horrors, sometimes but showing you worse ones at the same time.

and he's always keeping you away from the truth. the truth will make you shake in fear again and he's worked so hard to make that all stop. a fawn who never quite got the hang of walking and who probably wont get the chance to learn either. not that you need to with him there. he'll carry you instead. close your eyes, and look away and everything will be just fine. he's telling the truth that time, if you believe him.

#yandere cw #dark content cw #return to sender #IM SO SICK ABOUT HIM VICVCJDJ #he is so so sooo fucked up

[asongcanmeaneverything]

WHY RINA RESONATES

I was a Rina from the very moment Gina encouraged Ricky at the skatepark. Yes, at the time she had ulterior motives, but like any true antagonist, she was using the truth in service of lies. The truth being that she really saw Ricky at a time where he had been almost universally written off. Ricky would later return this favor on Homecoming night.

Much is made about Rina’s domineering attitude in the HSMTMTS fandom. I’m not here to excuse all toxic behaviors that have been displayed under Rina’s banner, of which there has been quite a bit, but for a materially starved ship to last this loud, this long, is by itself admirable. Following this week’s recent announcements there was an instantaneous, impressive, and clockwork outpouring of Rina takes and content. While this by itself isn’t new, it feels more prominent now than ever before, so I’ve decided to think more about why Rina resonates.

Maybe Rina’s primacy in this fandom suggests something a bit deeper than just a ship, or rather the thing which really anchors one.

It’s yet unclear if Rina was something that caught on and stuck longer than was intended, or if in fact we were directed to pull at these threads of romantic conspiracy.

Whether we got here by mistake or not, we arrived suddenly, and solidified even faster.

Why?

Rina captures effortlessly upon our fear of a close call. The anxiety that we “just missed” a meaningful connection. That creeping doubt that we can’t see the forest for the trees. That the obvious solution, eternal joy, and happy ending aren’t impossible, difficult, or unrealistic— it’s that they are just so slightly and cruelly out of our reach. We could blink, and true love pass us by. It reminds us of the fragility of all things.

It tugs at our sense of security, and reveals how often we’re skating by on luck, that we’re a lot closer to the edge than we’d like to admit. Worse still, one mistake… choosing the wrong person… moving away at the wrong time… could end the story forever.

Ricky and Gina, what’s between them, and what hasn’t been able to be, is unlike every other coupling on this show that has fully crossed the line into a romantic relationship.

Rina is the almost, someday, maybe.

We invest in it because it’s dramatic, its gaps offer us prime real estate to build our own conceptions. Make our own meanings. It forces us to face the dreadful uncertainty of never seeing our dreams come true, and perhaps urgently reminds us not to fear what’s unclear, to look deeper, take the leap, and maybe even play for a slow burn long game.

If we had gotten Rina by season 1, who knows how we’d feel? But we didn’t, so there’s still a chance here; a chance to be devastated upon learning this thing we believed in was all a plot device taken too seriously, and a chance that we can still steer this sinking ship back home.

We often operate under the assumption that we’re running out of time. It’s terrifyingly beautiful and we don’t even know if it’s true. And yet for Rina’s, it’s not too late. There’s still time. Still a cause for hope.

Rina represents those very slender threads on which hope hangs, and in a world which day by day seems to have fewer odds in its favor, the hope which Rina evokes will not be sunken so easily.

#high school musical the musical the series #hsm the series #hsmtmts #joshua bassett #olivia rodrigo #rina hsmtmts #high school musical #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #gina porter #sophia wylie #hsm season 3 #hsmedit #rina endgame #rinaedit #rina #rina edit #hsmtmts season 3 #gicky #sofia wylie

[finn-writes-stuff]

Hi!

Loving your blog! The Apex Legends one had me taking another look at the game - those characters have so much potential for endless fics!

May I request a TF2 short fic with Medic and the reader? Maybe where he’s totally clueless to the fact that she’s crushing on him and just when she’s given up on him he either has a lightbulb moment or the other mercs finally point it out? (Run on sentencing sorry) thanks for sharing your writing with the blogosphere!

Blind

I really enjoyed writing this, and it got me out of a bit of a slump. Thank you for the request!

Medic x Reader

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Format: Oneshot (1207 words)

Warnings: N/A

Gender-neutral Reader

Fandom Masterlist Kofi Link

It was an undeniable fact that your Medic was incredibly intelligent. Creating scientific miracles and horrors alike, he could piece together a full set of functioning organs out of anything you left him with. He was terrifyingly smart, and the whole team knew it.

Of course, this did not stop him from being one of the densest men you knew. Impressive really, given the selection that you lived with.

You had been in love with him for years. Anyone else would have figured it out by now. Living in close quarters with the Mercs meant that it was hard to hide your feelings for him. You knew that the rest of the team were very aware of it, so how come he hadn’t noticed?

It’s not like you were subtle. Even during your last check up when your heart had been racing due to his proximity, he had simply chalked it up to a medical reason, more worried about your health than anything else.

It would’ve been sweet if you weren’t ready to keel over from frustration.

It was even worse the few times you had tried to make him see. A nice candlelit dinner, just the two of you? He thanked you profusely for making time for him as a friend. Telling him how much you admired him? Only served to bolster his medical arrogance, assuming it was purely about his intelligence, a respect rather than adoration. Saying to his face that you would date him? He laughed, and made a comment about the lack of real options at the base if he would be your first choice.

You would have assumed that he was trying to let you down easy if you didn’t know him so well. There was no recognition when you tried to tell him about your feelings, just his assumptions and misunderstandings. It was infuriating really.

And if third time hadn’t been the charm, then you were kind of done with trying. All that ever happened was you getting your hopes up and then dashed when he inevitably didn’t get it, no matter how blatant you were. At some point you supposed you had to cut your losses.

So here you were, getting wine drunk with Spy and insisting that you were turning a new leaf.

"No, no, listen, I am over it. It's fine. I'm moving on and I'm gonna find someone who actually hears what I'm saying." There was a hint of a slur in your voice already but you were sober enough to catch the way Spy rolled his eyes.

"Mhm? You are simply over our doctor? Just like that? Sure, we will pretend I believe you."

He ignored the way you stuck your tongue out at him and simply took a drag from his cigar before speaking up again.

"Although, I will not discourage you from finding someone else. Your adoration for him has always been a marker of questionable taste at best. I've still not forgiven him his last experiment."

"With the cyanide? I think that was more spite than scientific curiosity. He was grumbling about how you'd taken something from his lab."

"All I ever take is you, mon cher, if he has a problem with that then he should open his eyes, no?"

You waved him off, sipping your wine. "Doesn't matter. I'm moving on, new, uh, new leaf!"

"So if the doctor asked you to dinner right now, you would say no?"

"That's different, you know it is. I just, I can't keep pining when it gets me nowhere, you know?" You sighed into your glass. "It would be better to get over it because then we can continue being friends."

"But you cannot just turn off those feelings. Despite how you wish to."

"You could be helpful instead, you know that? Tonight was for getting drunk, not moping."

He looked scandalized but you could see the smile he was holding back. "Excusez moi, I provided the wine, did I not?"

You laughed at his dramatics, nearly spilling your drink as you let the warm haze of the alcohol settle over you. There was no reason to dwell on your problems right now, all it would do was disappoint you.

Easier said than done, especially when Spy's eyes flicked up past you and you turned to see Medic coming towards you.

"Ah! There you are. I have been looking for you."

He stopped by your chair, smiling so brightly at you, and in the back of your mind, you recognized just how hard it would be to get over him. All he needed to use to melt you was a smile.

"I had an experiment I was hoping you could help me with, do you have time for it?" He asked, already offering a hand to pull you up to your feet.

"Pardon, we were having a conversation," Spy chipped in, pulling your focus back. Once again, you could see the concealed amusement as he spoke.

"Yes well, I'm sure their time is better spent helping me with this rather than listening to your inanities." Spy had seemed to be the target of Medic's impatience more often than not lately, you mused. The doctor was prone to being snappy sometimes, but it seemed like Spy was on the other end of every time you'd seen it.

"You are both ridiculous and blind. Go do your science together." The heavy stare he leveled on you was trying to convey something, but with the way the wine had muddied your thoughts, you couldn't quite parse it.

You let Medic pull you out of your chair, and stumbled into his side, unprepared for the dizzy spell. He was so terribly warm, a furnace of a man. You were still sober enough to recognize it would be a bad idea to press your face into his chest, but couldn't stop the thought from crossing your mind. You almost missed Spy's scoff as he stood as well.

"I have watched this comedy for too long, I find. Doctor, they have been in love with you for an embarrassingly long time. You are blind and oblivious to this and yet you insist on getting mad at me every time I take their attention from you. Do something about this and buy me an expensive thank you gift afterward. Bon soir."

With that, he turned on his heel, picked up the bottle of wine, and strode off, leaving the two of you in shocked silence.

"Well, that was...informative. Was it true?" Medic was looking at you, his hand still on your arm and a slow smile pulling at his features.

"I, uh, well, yeah? I wasn't really hiding it."

"I couldn't bear to hope," He said, pulling you into his arms with a wide grin. "I have been completely taken with you, you have driven me to distraction, meine liebe, if I had let myself assume and had been wrong, I don't know what I would've done with myself.

"Have dinner with me? A date," He said. He was practically buzzing with excitement, an infectious sort of joy. Indulging yourself, you pressed your face into his coat to hide your own pleased smile.

"I would love nothing more."

#finnwrites #tf2 x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader #x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress two #oneshot #tf2 spy & reader #spy & reader

[terrarain]

BNHA Volleyball AU

ramblings of someone who has been rewatching haikyuu and also a person who has been thinking about the bnha characters a lot.

i don't even play volleyball i'm like the least athletic person out there but the haikyuu and bnha brainrot is too strong lord help me

just me rambling on about what i think everybody's strengths and weaknesses would be.

SETTER – MIDORIYA IZUKU

Struggled a lot with confidence issues to begin with. As a result, he was slow to set and nerves made his sets incredibly shaky. 

After gaining more confidence, Midoriya is a terrifyingly good setter. He memorizes the little quirks of everyone and adjusts accordingly to accommodate them. Midoriya knows who’s a little more sluggish that day, who’s even more fired up on one day – he’s aware of it all. He has a close relationship with all of the team and is the sole individual who has everybody’s unfaltering trust.

His biggest flaw is overanalyzing situations. While Midoriya gets better as a setter, he still has moments especially in high-stress situations where he thinks too long and that can and has cost them a point at crucial times.

Extremely hard on himself when this happens. He probably takes losses the harshest and has a habit of blaming everything on himself. He has to learn that trust is a two-way street and that he needs to trust his teammates just as they trust him.

OUTSIDE (LEFT) HITTER – BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Aggressive. Explosive. Powerful. Bakugou is the team’s ace and he doesn’t let anyone forget it. He’s a force to be reckoned with, having had played volleyball since a very young age and practicing relentlessly.

Even though he looks like he has a temper on the field, he’s sly and doesn’t spike without thinking. Everything he does is intentional. Prefers to brute-force more than anything, though. If there’s a wall, you better bet that he’s going to blow a hole in the wall.

That said, Bakugou suffers greatly once he gets agitated. He has a temper that’s as explosive as his spikes and it makes his performance suffer greatly. Bro is already struggling to cooperate with the team -- it only gets worse when his temper is set off.

The only setter who can match Bakugou while Bakugou is pissed has only ever been Midoriya, who has the ability to adjust to every little quirk of Bakugou’s the same way he adjusts for everybody else (which greatly annoys Bakugou).

However, the team can’t solely rely on Midoriya when Bakugou gets irritated – because Bakugou becomes even more self-centred when pissed off. Bakugou has body-checked his own teammates in the heat of the moment and he has injured teammates in the past when his temper got the better of him.

Also, he has a nasty spike serve.

OUTSIDE (LEFT) HITTER – KIRISHIMA EIJOU

Probably the strongest member on the team. Kirishima’s attacks are simple all things considered, but god damn are they strong. He’s hardly as flashy as the other outside hitter, but Kirishima is still someone to fear on the court.

His spirit is contagious. One of the core members to keeping the team’s morale up, he shouts the most out of everybody (not counting Bakugou’s constant screams of ‘DIE’ everytime he spikes) and probably works the hardest to maintain a sunny smile.

However, Kirishima is lacking in the strategy department. His playstyle is straightforward and, on his own, Kirishima can be predictable. He’s not someone who does deception or overly complex plays; he charges right on forth.

His spirit can also be crushed fairly easily, though it’s not always immediately obvious – that said, Kirishima rebounds fast. He can bounce back without much delay – he decides to dwell on any struggles he has after the match.

OPPOSITE (RIGHT) HITTER – TODOROKI SHOUTO

The complete opposite of their other main spiker, Todoroki is known for his cool-headedness. He doesn’t specialize in one area and is instead a jack-of-all trades. However, one shouldn’t mistake Todoroki being an all-rounder for being weak in any area. Todoroki being an all-rounder is actually terrifying because he’s good in… well, everything. It’s kind of infuriating, actually, how good he is at everything.

It’s difficult to find flaws in the way Todoroki plays, but there is one. Todoroki doesn’t trust. He struggles to trust his teammates and it’s hard for him to get into a team mentality – he’s a solo player, which is an absolute no-go in a team sport. It’s a big hurdle that the team has to overcome because it limits Todoroki’s potential greatly.

He doesn’t properly convey how he feels, which can leave many things unchecked and, in a sport that demands team chemistry – that can be fatal. Todoroki is distant. His hesitance to budge even a little about his emotions is his fatal flaw.

Of course, this fella can do all three types of serves; spike, floater, topspin... everybody's immediately on edge whenever Todoroki's up to serve because it's hard to tell which of the three he'll go for.

MIDDLE BLOCKER – SHINSOU HITOSHI

He's a good at defending; he reads enemy movement well, which means he’s just a pain all around. He’s an analyzer and reads movements... he does a fair amount of guess-blocking and his success rate is pretty damn high.

Too good at taunting the enemy. Bro doesn’t shut up, dear lord. It’s a stark contrast to how he is off the field, since he’s normally a man of few words. He has a nasty tongue and is a pro at baiting the enemy. He’s by far the best on UA’s team when it comes to demoralizing the enemy or riling them up.

However, Shinsou’s attacks are weak. He’s weak when people place weight on him and him alone, because ultimately, he doesn’t trust himself. The guy is plagued with self-doubt and stuck in a mentality where he thinks that he needs to catch up, that he’s still not good enough, that he’s going to start lagging behind. He’s prone to overworking himself and overthinks and it really gets to him.

It’s something that he has to work on, his self-worth issues – it directly impacts his performance on court. The baseline is that Hitoshi is great at blocking. Pretty good at reading his enemies. He’s not bad overall, really, but his attacks can be frantic. Desperate, even – a reflection of his feelings of inferiority.

The type to serve the ball just right over the net - or a floater. His serves are annoying to receive because he always aims to break the other team's formation.

MIDDLE BLOCKER – SERO HANTA

Deceptively unassuming. People don’t usually expect much from him, but he’s solid all around. He’s on the lankier side. Sero is... the refresher? The refresher of UA’s team; he’s sturdy in the sense that he can remain collected even in high-stress situations. He's the one who helps the team reset when their plays are starting to get affected by stress.

He’s the person who fills in the gaps in blocks, which only make their walls even more impenetrable. Sero is able to pick up any stray pieces up that’s left behind by his team while just barely keeping up.

Unfortunately, that’s his struggle on the court. He can just barely keep up. His teammates all excel in an area and improve quickly. Sero struggles with breaking through his own limits and it takes him longer than his peers to find the breakthrough he needs to go above and beyond.

Only jumps to block after seeing where the set goes. Always read-blocking.

LIBERO – IIDA TENYA

Agonized a lot over this, actually. Still agonizing over it. Almost put him as a middle blocker which I think would be the most immediately obvious choice, but, y'know, the man’s quirk is that he can make himself go fast. That’s, like, a core part of his whole thing in the BNHA universe. So I think he’d be similarly quick. Quick enough to be a libero, who’s already there to keep the ball afloat when nobody else is fast enough to catch it.

(That said, I’m still not entirely convinced because I think Shinsou would work as a libero too; lithe and catlike, always ready to chase the ball; and Iida would be a very solid wall against spikers and quite formidable as an unrelenting person. So Iida and Shinsou’s positions are interchangable.)

Iida is quick to move. Another person who tends to analyze and think, he positions himself appropriately and his success rate is pretty high overall. Though he’s not so good at reading people, Iida has a knack for reading the court situation. He may be stiff at times, but he’s reliable and just has that vibe of ‘leave it to me!’, y’know?

That said, Iida can do a lot with making himself more flexible. Iida is a planner and serious to a fault – he can jump the gun in the occasions he makes a misjudgement and it can mess him up. His overcommittance to his plays can end up working against him.

#bnha volleyball au #iida tenya #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #sero hanta #kirishima eijirou #raindroplets #bnha

[shihalyfie]

Hypothetical but how do you think the Kaiser would work in Xros Wars? i was asked which 'rival' i would team up with which leader a while ago and after thinking about it for a while i thought that the Kaiser in Xros Wars may be really really terrifying actually... also who would you pair up in a switch scenario with all the 'rival'/leader characters we got in Digimon?

I think this might actually depend on what we mean by "the Kaiser". If by "the Kaiser" we mean the character of Ichijouji Ken himself taking on the persona of the Kaiser, I actually think he would end up pretty pathetically useless in Xros Wars' setting. There's a reason I call him "an eleven-year-old throwing a tantrum"; he has the ability to brainwash Digimon, sure, but the Kaiser in 02 was only able to get as far as he did because the biggest threat he had going against him was also made up of elementary school kids, and the Digital World had mostly been a pretty peaceful place very heavily spread out without much organization while everything else was incapacitated or sealed. In terms of actually putting his tools to use, Ichijouji Ken's Kaiser is frankly kind of an idiot, because his concept of tactics doesn't go much further beyond the scope of a soccer field and his entire way of going about things amounts to "brainwash it and hit it harder", especially since he really has no true goals except to stroke his own ego and vent out his frustrations. So in other words, I think, up against someone like one of the Generals who's capable of raising up an entire army and creating complicated siege plans, Ken would have stood absolutely no chance whatsoever.

This is, incidentally, why I think someone like Taichi would have actually been a significantly more terrifying threat. Taichi's ability to rally up favor with actual charisma and long-term planning would have been far more terrifyingly effective than Ken ever was.

Now, if we're just simplifying this to "a character like the Kaiser who's capable of using tools like Evil Rings and Dark Towers at their disposal" being put in the Xros Wars world, then yes, I think that would be very terrifying in the hands of someone who's actually got a proper sense of purpose, planning, and charisma. Yuu already did more than enough damage with Apollomon Whispered, so think about how much worse that would be on a wider scale. Ouch.

As for the switch scenario, I think I'd like to see a Daisuke-Ken and Haru-Yuujin swap -- Appmon doesn't have a particular lancer character and even saying it's Yuujin in the first place requires a bit of a force, but I'm just saying I want to see this because I find it interesting how some key aspects of them are basically swapped (in that Haru's temperament is quite close to Ken's in many ways while Yuujin has many traits in common with Daisuke).

#timelessanimo #shiha's ask box #digimon multi series talk

[how-masterful]

31 Fics Of Fright

Day 9- Heart Breaking and Entering

Delgado!Master x Reader

Prompt: Resurrect

Notes: Pre writing these actually helps so much. I also quite like this fic too! Luck of the draw would mean Ainley got this one (after being crispy yknow) But considering the other fics he got... i’m also looking forward to those.

Warnings: None

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, an aching sat deep within your chest. The Brigadier had dismissed you all, sending you home to try and enjoy the rest of your Halloween night. Benton and Mike had opted for a night at the pub, Jo had some old school friends that had asked her to a party, while the Brigadier simply needed to go lay down in a dark room. The Doctor was… the Doctor. Halloween was never really about the spooks or the scares, it was just another night in the endless cycle of years a Timelord lived. 

The Brig had been cordial enough, checking in on you as the on site medic checked over the scrapes and wounds you’d gathered from that night's attack: Living pumpkins, grown with alien infused soil to cause havoc on the Earth's ecosystem, awakened when exposed to the heat of the candles after carving. He’d nodded at your presence, thanking you for your help and excusing you to go home and get some rest. The medic had done the same, giving you a ghost shaped sweet as he sent you on your way. 

You’d gotten into your car and driven home, the world passing you by in a flurry of movement, arriving in your driveway and simply sitting in your car. You’d sat there for a good while, letting the agony build and explode out of your chest in a trembling sob. The house, the car, even the persona you’d built at UNIT, all meant nothing anymore. Because the whole reason you were here on earth hadn’t made it out. 

The Master hadn’t survived the night.

You’d expected him to walk out of the building in a blaze of glory, sweeping you from your feet and carrying you to safety. But it hadn’t happened like that at all. UNIT had brought in artillery way heavier than you’d anticipated. Firefighters were still trying to quell the factory blaze for hours after it had started. The threat had been assassinated, much to the Doctor’s chagrin, and the Master had been taken out with it. At least, that’s what you’d presumed when he hadn’t escaped in time. When they hadn’t found his body.

You’d eaten the sweet, but it hadn’t helped. You dabbed at your eyes with the corners of your sleeve, looking up from the wheel of the car to look at your front door. The door was ajar, only slightly, but enough to know somebody had walked inside the house. You felt the anxiety build within your stomach- this was the last thing you needed. The Master was dead, and now you were being robbed. Brilliant.

Exiting the car and making sure to close the door quietly so as to not alert the intruder, you crept towards the front door of your house, pushing open the door further and stepping inside. You had a wooden bat hidden among the items in the umbrella stand, your hand reaching out to grasp the weapon on instinct. The house was quiet, terrifyingly so. You anticipated where the intruder could be- the house wasn’t as it usually was, the cartoon eyes of the Halloween decorations you’d indulged in watching your every move. The training UNIT had given you kicked in- keep to the wall, balls of your feet, don’t make a sound.

 The living room was empty as you crept through the threshold, looking in every direction to ensure you weren't about to be surprise attacked. It was then that you heard the bathroom door above shut, your blood running cold. You knew the stairs like the back of your hand, avoiding the creaking and squeaky spots as you thought through every possibility. 

Was this intruder about to rob you? Kill you? Assault you or… worse? 

You paused on the stairs as the intruder went into the bedroom, and you took a moment to catch your breath. Composure would be key if you were about to try and take on a random stranger. You were already running on the high of mourning, anger and hurt rushing through your veins like a drug. Whoever was in this house would be sorry they ever tried.

Step by step the bedroom came closer, and you prepared yourself for the attack. Bat swung behind your head you prepared to strike, foot ready to kick in the door and reign down hell. A countdown silently broke on your lips, and on three you pounced. The door flew open under the power of your boot, bat raised high in the air, fire in your lungs. You let out a yell as you charged forward into the bedroom, when you suddenly paused mid action, the yell dying on your tongue.

 You felt like a bat had been swung at your own stomach, a sickness of bile slithering up your throat. This was no intruder, at least not a stranger. A pile of singed clothes thrown on the floor besides a pair of chelsea boots, a comb on the vanity, and the spare pair of pajamas now worn. The bat slipped through your fingers and crashed to the floor. 

The Master smiled from his perch at the end of the bed.

“Been out smashing more pumpkins, my dear?” He asked. You felt your mouth drop open.

“How… how are you… what?” the words stumbled and stuttered out of your lips, hands falling to your sides. The Timelord looked at you curiously, waiting for you to explain.

“Why did you break in?”

The Timelord tilted his head in confusion.

“I have a key, dear. I’d hardly call that breaking in.”

Of course he did. How could you forget that? You sighed, sniffling and daring to look into his eyes. It hurt, the pain in your chest, although it was starting to fade. The comedown somehow hurt more than the initial impact, your hands trembling once more.

“How… how are you alive?”

“One usually has to die for that to occur, my dear. And since that hasn’t occurred to this body yet-”

He was cut off by the impact of your arms being thrown around his shoulders, the tears returning to pool in the corners of your eyes.

“I thought you’d died back there, they couldn’t find you… the explosion-”

You clutched the Master tightly in your embrace pushing your face into the collar of the black pajamas. You always kept a pair for him, just in case you could ever convince him to stay.

“My dear, I can assure you I’m perfectly unharmed.”

He purred calmly, taken aback by the hug, but allowing you to keep hold. Your hands found his shoulders and you suddenly pulled away, staring at him curiously through your damp tears.

“You aren’t a vampire, are you? Are alien zombies a thing?”

The Master smirked, shaking his head and taking both of your hands into his own.

“Unfortunately, yes. But i’m certainly not one of them.”

“Oh good,” You nodded in agreement, nibbling on your bottom lip. The Master was about to speak, when your face perked into the same alarmed expression once again.

“You never said no to being a vampire.”

This time the Master finally laughed.

#delgado!master #delgado!master x reader #roger delgado #the master #the master x reader #master x reader #bbc #bbc doctor who #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #doctor who fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #reader #reader insert #halloween #resurrect #31 fics of fright

[niobiumao3]

Found a little bit more energy to talk about why the cancer plot in Thor: Love and Thunder is just so insufferably bad.

So setting aside weird inaccuracies (infusion sitting literally right next to some random person? lol no, sterility and infections are a thing; why is a woman Natalie Portman's size in a huge, widebore MRI do you know how hard it is to get one of those as a fat person who actually needs it; why does she still have hair; where is her port), the part where she's working on her OWN cancer while making jokes about Stages is just awful writing and intensely insensitive.

You know who works on their own cancer? No one who wants to live. I work with cancer researchers and when they have cancer guess what--someone else does the leg work. Colleagues, possibly, but not them. Sure they can understand the ins and outs better than a layman but they don't do their own pathology.

And Jane isn't even a biologist or a doctor, she's an astrophysicist. Sorry guys but she's not Shuri, she doesn't know fuck all about how to do this shit. There are professional technicians and oncologists who do these things for a REASON. They specialize in it. And the MCU has a biologist/doctor, fucking Helen Cho. Why is it not her that Jane consults with? Erik isn't an oncologist either. And why is the lab Jane wants to get back to not an astrophysics lab in Atacama or something, you know where her own damned work might be??? No she's randomly checking blood samples under a microscope.

This also makes no sense in light of the staging 'joke' with Darcy. Are you going to tell me someone who doesn't know staging is going to work on their own cancer?! Worse, they could have written this joke with proper gallows humor and completely missed the mark. (Eg. "You're stage 4, Jane." "Stage Four A, Darcy, *A*." "Okay that's still distant metastasis soooooo..." " Yeah but it's not as distant as 4B." Darcy, offering a donut: "If yoooouuu say so.")

It's grotesque to see something as serious, life-destroying, and terrifyingly common as cancer dealt with so frivolously. I fucking hate it and I'm disappointed in Taika for putting this kind of garbage out there about goddamned cancer. I don't care how funny your movie is meant to be, this was awful.

And to add insult to injury, the only reason she has cancer is so she can be Thor. That's it; she wouldn't be seeking out Mjolnor otherwise. Later they walk this back by showing her mom dying of it as well, but why was that not brought up initially?? Oh also, it's a retcon! Her mom is ALIVE in Thor 2. Now she's dead since childhood, I guess. Or something.

Also bringing up her mom is clearly meant to signal breast cancer, except no one wants to say that because how can she be Thor's love interest if she's had a radical double mastectomy? Guess we need to allude to it rather than owning up to the narrative we chose.

There are things I liked. Waititi continues to handle Thor's powers in a way I prefer; I also loved the notion that Mjolnir being broken wasn't actually relevant to its power. Why was that not the actual narrative thrust? This is something a person with terminal cancer can relate to--the idea that when you're irreparably damaged you want to still do what you can while you can. Plenty of terminal patients opt to stop treating so they can live what they've got left. (This is one of my favorite lines from Endgame, Rhodey, who walks only with the aid of technology, to Nebula: We work with what we've got. God, very real and relateable.) That would have worked as a central thrust; instead it's relegated to the final like 20m of the film and tossed in on the side.

Just, overall it's a badly written movie. It just is, and the fact that it involves things pretty close to home for me and which I would love to see more about makes it hurt that much more.

So. Fuck this movie. It sucks, don't watch it.

#thor #jane foster #love and thunder #mcu #spoilers #ps I hated it #don't read this if that bothers you

[melishade]

I got questions for Shockwave's timeline latest chapter. Like a lot.

1. Titan with no teeth is Eren ? How ? Is it because he get a battlemask from hardening serum or something ? I thought it was Reiner

2. Is Zeke interrogated ? Tortured ? Cause I personally want to know

Previous Episode

That was a typo on my part and I fixed it.

Zeke is currently being held prisoner by Paradis Island. How did that happen? Well let's rewind a little before Arcee and Wheeljack's arrival.

TW violence. TW torture. TW death. It does get pretty intense.

So if you remember Part 4: Eren’s emotions, Eren flipped out over the loss of Optimus. His mentor, his friend, his father, was now in the hands of some sadistic monster. He could actually die and Eren is terrified. Zeke tries to comfort him (Because he still wants Eren on his side for the Euthanasian Plan), but he says the wrong thing, Eren takes his anger out on Zeke, and outs him for not telling Megatron about Shockwave before things got worse. Because the Survey Corps still needed to find out where Zeke stood in all of this, they didn't out his betrayal to Marley, specifically Magath, because he's the only Marleyan official left.

So after Eren is dragged away by Megatron, Magath drags Zeke away, with Pieck following close behind, but not noticed by either of them. Magath throws Zeke in a room and demands an explanation because 'you were working with the island?!' 'You were going to betray your motherland?!' 'YOU HAD A CHANCE TO STOP ALL OF THIS FROM HAPPENING BY SIMPLY TELLING THE FLYING TITAN ABOUT SHOCKWAVE?!' Magath can't help but agree with Eren! They were all here at this moment because of Zeke!

Zeke retorts saying he didn't know this would happen, and Zeke is trying not to lose his standing and access to Marley because if they somehow make it out of this, Zeke could lose his standing, and get eaten by the next warrior. So...he lies. He does tell Magath about the wine in order to 'take control of the island' for Marley. He says it was a long term plan to ensure Marley had control of the island long term. He was still there to serve his motherland. He tells him that his second, Yelena, distributed the wine. And when this was somehow over, Zeke would be able to take control of the island. All he was doing was for Marley.

Magath, wants to believe Zeke, but he's clearly lied for years at this point. And even if Magath wanted to go along with this plan, he couldn't. Being on the island, with the people, slowly destroyed his perception of Eldians. On top of that, Optimus' bravery and sacrifice just saved thousands of lives: Annie, Lara, the fucking Warrior Cadet, innocent men, women, and children. Magath owes Optimus a debt at this point, and going with Zeke's plan was just spitting in the face of what Optimus and the Survey Corps have done. So Magath doesn't agree to go along with Zeke plan, but he doesn't decide to rat him out either. He tells Zeke: "If you do this, and they find out, you are on your own."

Pieck hears all of this and slips away before either spot her, and Pieck is scared now. The island might not be safe if Zeke succeeds in his plan, and she owes Optimus and Megatron her life. But if she did this, she could possibly be betraying Marley and Zeke. But it was clear Zeke had his own self interest. Optimus and Megatron did not, so she makes a choice. She finds Megatron and Levi (because Megatron is having the talk about taking a leadership role again), and tells them what Zeke had done. Levi is pissed off at Zeke, but Megatron...is terrifyingly calm. Megatron gives Levi and Pieck one order: "Round up all the Restorationists."

Levi grabs everyone who hadn't drunk the wine and uses them to get the Restorationists with Pieck's help. Megatron ends up acquiring Hanji help, after some major reluctance because she's still pissed at both him and Levi right now. And after they are rounded up, Levi ends up dragging Zeke, hands bound, legs cut off, gagged, to a secluded area away from civilization. Levi removes the gag and Zeke immediately tries to scream and call the titans, but he can't. The soldiers he's surrounded by haven't taken the wine. Megatron makes his appearance in holoform with Pieck and Hanji behind him. Pieck looking both guilty and ashamed while Hanji looked so...unkempt and dead inside, holding something in her crossed arms. Zeke demands what's going on, and Pieck just tells him to stop lying because he already told him about the wine. Now Zeke is scared. The Restorationists are fearful because they didn't know about the wine. They didn't they swear! Megatron takes note of this, and the way Yelena is just in stunned horror. He's gauging their reaction to see who's honest and who's not. The Restorationists seemed earnest, Yelena was not. And Megatron does not have time to mess around. Not now. Not while Shockwave was out there and everyone was in danger. So he reacts:

Megatron snatched a pistol from one of the guards, ignoring the now fearful cries of the Restorationists. They were terrified now. They were going to die! For something they didn't do! They weren't involved! They didn't know!

"Wait! Stop!" Zeke pleaded as Megatron snapped back the barrel.

"Megatron, hold on!" Pieck shouted as Megatron pulled the hammer down. He aimed the pistol at Yelena's head. And as she registered the gun in her face, snapping out of her stunned silence, Megatron fired. Yelena's head was blown open. Blood and guts flew everywhere, hitting the ground and people's clothes. Yelena's corpse slumped forward before collapsing on the ground, causing the Restorationist to cry out in terror. Zeke was in horror and Pieck covered her mouth at such a violent and instant act. Levi even seemed off-put at such a cold act. Hanji, didn't seem to care, nor did she want to.

"Y-you!" Zeke tried to speak, but Megatron merely snapped the barrel back again, causing everyone to shut up. They all internally prayed that another shot wouldn't go off and someone else would die.

"My enemy," Megatron began in a calm, stern, voice, "My friend...my brother."

Zeke gulped at that. Brother? Optimus...Optimus was his brother?! He didn't know that! Was it just brother in arms?! It had to be! But...he just pissed someone off that considered Optimus a brother! Zeke froze in fear as Megatron turned his head towards Zeke. Both he and Levi, saw a swirl of emotions in Megatron's eyes. He looked furious, like one simple word could set him off at any minute. He looked...betrayed. Almost disappointed even at Zeke's treachery. Levi could also see something he never expected to see on someone like Megatron...agony. Megatron was in agony.

"The only constant in my life for over four million years may be dead, because of you," Megatron addressed Zeke without raising his voice, "Optimus risked his life to save those thousands of lives. I saved your life; I kept you out of Shockwave's claws. And this is how you repay us? By spitting in the face of our kindness? Putting us all at risk of Shockwave's demented experiments? Shockwave is crueler than I, and Optimus is now in his hands because of your selfish decision."

Megatron dropped the pistol to the ground. "Optimus believes in this dirt ball. He believes that you humans are capable of 'great things', and for the life of me, I can never see it. He believes that every sentient beings deserves an opportunity for redemption."

Megatron extended his hand towards Hanji. "I do not."

Zeke grew fearful as Hanji placed a syringe in his hands filled with something without a word. Zeke tried to run, but Levi had grabbed him and forced him into a submission hold.

"No! No! Please!" Zeke begged as Megatron approached him. Megatron covered his mouth and jammed the syringe directly into Zeke's larynx. Zeke let out a muffled scream, but was quickly silence as Megatron injected the liquid into Zeke's throat. Megatron let go of Zeke as the titan shifter was choking. His throat was burning, he could feel this liquid burning him from the inside out. It was agony! Zeke choked on his spit, tried to breathe, tried to speak, but nothing was coming out. Megatron merely kneeled down and showed Zeke the remnants of what was in that vial, and Zeke could only stare in confusion with tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. Was that...was that an energon serum? Why did it burn so much?!

"Raw energon," Megatron clarified the burning question that Zeke had, "Hanji had done enough experimentation to determine that energon in it's purest form, or as a form of a weapon, would be enough to slow down regeneration of an energon powered titan shifter."

Zeke could only choke, unable to come up with a response.

"You will be injected with this 24/7," Megatron declared, "You will be confined in a place where no one will be able to find out. You will never speak again. You will never scream again. You will never see the light of day again."

Zeke tried to plead with him, but it only came out as a strangled cry and a painful wheeze. Megatron yanked Zeke back by the titan's shifter's gray hair and forced him to look in his red eyes.

"If Optimus does not live by the end of this, you will follow him soon after," Megatron swore, letting Zeke's hair go and standing up, "Take him away."

Levi did not need to be told twice. He grabbed a struggling Zeke, clawing at his throat, desperately trying to get the energon out of his body. He turned to two soldiers and ordered them to follow him to take Zeke to his prison. Levi looked back and...oddly wanted to check in on Megatron, but this was beyond him right now, and he needed to make sure Zeke was secure first.

The Restorationists grew fearful as Megatron turned his attention to them. He walked over to them, stepping in the pool of blood by Yelena's corpse.

"The only reason the rest of you continue to function, is because of a hunch," Megatron told them, "A whim. We need allies, and we cannot afford this treachery while Shockwave is around. This is your only warning. If any of you try anything,"

Megatron pointed to Yelena's corpse. "That will be your fate. Do you understand?"

Onyankopon stepped forward and spoke up, despite his fear. "If you help us save our homelands, we will forever be in your debt."

Megatron didn't reply to that comment. "For the time being, you will be watched and monitored. You will need to earn our trust. This is your only offer."

Pieck watched the Restorationists accept the offer that they were given before they were escorted out of the area. Pieck forced herself to walk up to him, ignoring the corpse on the ground.

"I...," Pieck trailed off, her voice dying in her throat as Megatron glanced back at her. Pieck instinctually braced herself for something worse, but it never came.

"...thank you," Megatron said to her. Pieck was surprised at the gesture, but recognized she wasn't going to get anything else out of him. He looked...weary. Oh so, weary.

"I'm sorry...for everything," Pieck could only muster, electing to leave Megatron alone and leave.

"This changes nothing," Hanji coldly spoke, coming back towards Megatron on her horse, "This changes nothing about the shit decision you and Levi made about leaving Optimus behind."

"...I expected nothing less." Megatron could only reply.

"What about that?" Hanji nudged her head to Yelena's corpse.

"I'm sure the wolves will enjoy an easy meal," Megatron answered.

"Fine," Hanji huffed, "I hate you."

Megatron didn't say a word as Haji rode off back to civilization, stopping quickly to ask Pieck if she wanted a ride. Megatron looked back at Yelena's corpse and merely clenched his fists.

"I'm sorry," Megatron whispered to no one before deactivating the holoform.

-So after this, Zeke is kept in an isolated, underground, prison created by Lara with very little room, getting his throat injected with energon to prevent him from calling titans to his aid. They can't trust Zeke, and transferring his power over to Historia should have been an easy decision, but the military and Megatron have no idea how long this conflict with Shockwave will last, and they needed a symbol for the people to guide them. And Historia is doing her best to keep the public calm and make ideas to provide aid to the refugees. Having her die in 13 years isn't practical at the moment.

-Megatron ends up confronting Magath, causing Magath to grow tense. Megatron warns him not to try anything. His complacency in all of this is something that his putting Megatron off, and the only reason he's not dying today, is because he decided to not help Zeke.

-Because of Pieck's decision to tell about the wine, the Survey Corps do end up trusting her completely. They trust that she can be a reliable ally, possibly even a friend, because she prevented something worse from happening.

-The wine is disposed of accordingly; however, long term effects of the titan serum have yet to be foreseen. They don't know if it will be permanently in their bodies.

-Megatron...oh Megatron himself is in a pretty dark place right now, because there is a lot riding on him and his shoulders now. And he is genuinely scared of Optimus' fate and even the fate of the island. He knows for a fact that he cannot fail. He has to correct his error.

(So even after Optimus rescued, Zeke is still locked underground, and when Optimus asks about using the Founding Titan. Oh it's gonna be awkward to explain)

#asks #send me asks #maccadam #macadam #tw violence #tw death #tw torture #transformers prime #tfp #tfp megatron #tfp shockwave #shockwave #megatron #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #zeke jaeger #pieck finger #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #captain levi #attack on prime #what if tfp shockwave was in aop aka the dark timeline #ao3 #fanfic #yelena #snk yelena #optimus prime #tfp optimus

[highwayphantoms]

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.” for the pairing of your choice!

surprising probably no one, here is some more Briar Hawke. :3 for @dadrunkwriting

Words: 1012 Warnings: None

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In hindsight, perhaps it had been a bad idea to tackle a laundry list of troubles on the Wounded Coast three days after her mother’s funeral. Her armor had taken the brunt of the damage, as it was meant to, but but now that she had a moment to breathe, well.

Being thrown against rocky cliffs, armor or no armor, was bound to hurt. And her back ached. Flaming qunari. That had been more than an hour ago, and if anything the pain had gotten worse rather than better. Merrill was terrifyingly powerful in combat, but healing was… not her strong suit. No, it would have to wait until they got back to the city.

Not an ideal situation, but she’d be more concerned if her back didn’t hurt.

“Hawke,” Varric called from behind her, “I can see a few guards pinned down below us. Want to lend them a hand?”

Briar sighed and turned to peer over the steep cliff at her side. She saw them immediately, little specks of orange fabric identifying the huddled group as members of the city guard. Then, past them on an outcrop that hung over the waters below, more figures. There were more of the latter group, and for a moment Briar wondered how many guards had already been lost to what was surely a doomed mission.

She didn’t have to help them. Despite Aveline’s occasional suggestions, she was not a member of the city guard, and she wasn’t responsible for their welfare. But she was well-trained, well-armed, and backed up by three of the most dangerous people in Kirkwall. Whoever the city guard was hunting wouldn’t stand a chance.

“We’re here. Might as well,” she replied.

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The sun had long since set by the time they reached the outer limits of Kirkwall. While Fenris headed in the direction of Hightown, Briar followed Varric and Merrill into Lowtown, then peeled off from them to head into the Undercity. Every step made pain radiate up and down her spine, which was doing absolutely nothing to distract from the memory of what she’d been doing the last time she’d been in Darktown.

For nearly a week, she hadn’t slept properly. It wasn’t always nightmares—sometimes it was just bittersweet memories of a family still intact—but her mother’s death haunted her every thought.

If she’d paid closer attention, if she’d moved faster, if, if, if.

Sometimes she wondered if the Circle really was such a bad idea.

The doors to the clinic were closed when she reached it, but the lantern hanging outside was still lit. Briar pushed the door open to see a wholly deserted room: no Anders, no patients, no volunteers. As odd as that was, she wasn’t too concerned. Intending to wait for him to return, she started the familiar process of stripping off her armor. Boots, legs, arms: these were easy enough to unclasp and remove. Her chestplate, however, had latches in a spot that was normally somewhat awkward to reach. Briar made one attempt to reach the clasp on the left side of her chestplate, and promptly blacked out.

Either a few minutes or a few hours later, someone shook her gently by the shoulder. “Hawke, wake up.”

Anders, she thought dimly. Already, she was awake enough that the pain hovered at the edges of her mind, and with some reluctance Briar forced her bleary eyes open. She had an excellent view of the stone ceiling, she found—and of Anders, leaning over her with a deeply concerned expression. “Mm. Hi,” she said, not quite awake enough to form proper sentences.

He frowned and asked, “What happened on the coast?”

Words refused to come, and so Briar only shook her head.

“Please, talk to me. I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Oh, I’m not,” she managed, and shut her eyes again rather than face his sympathy. She’d had enough of sympathy and condolences. “Might’ve cracked something in my back.”

“Hawke,” he said, somehow making her name both a plea and a scolding. “You’re going to get yourself killed if you’re not careful.”

The words escaped her before she could hold them back. “Would that be so bad?”

For a moment, there was silence. Then he sighed deeply. “I don’t know,” Anders murmured, and the soothing warmth of healing magic began to flood her veins. “I think it would destroy your sister if she lost you, too. And…”

He trailed off, and made no attempt to finish his train of thought. After a few seconds, Briar said softly, “I know.”

“Do you?” he asked, and his magic evaporated under her skin. Briar opened her eyes, intending to reply, but the quiet resignation in his expression stopped her. “You’re the brightest light in Kirkwall. We would all be lost without you.”

She only stared at him for a moment, temporarily speechless. Then she said, “But I’m just a Fereldan sellsword.”

Anders shook his head. “No. You’re so much more than that.” The warmth returned, this time concentrated down the middle of her back. “And one of these days, the city is going to realize that.” He was quiet then, focused on his work. Gradually, the pain in her spine began to ease, and he confirmed aloud, “No might, you definitely broke something. You’re lucky you could still walk. You’ll be sore tomorrow, but Maker knows you deserve a day off.”

Sitting in that big, empty manor all day was the exact opposite of what Briar wanted to do, but Anders didn’t need to know that. She gingerly sat up as he stepped back, then glanced around the empty clinic. “Would, um. Would you mind if I just slept here?”

“Be my guest,” he replied. “I think I have some blankets here somewhere—”

He stopped as she reached out and snatched his hand. Deliberately, Briar lifted his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, then said, “Thank you.”

Anders stared at her for a moment, stunned. “I… You’re welcome, Hawke.”

“Briar,” she said, releasing him with a warm smile. “Call me Briar.”

#jay writes #dragon age #da fic #briar hawke

[quinloki]

Quin! 23 & 26 ❤️

Oooh... <3

23 - an L-shaped desk, with two monitors - huge I think they're 30" ?? You can put two standard keyboards next to each other and they're just slightly longer than one monitor. I have one of those long wide-desk pads (instead of a mouse pad) and it's got the MC from Solo Leveling on it.

the extra space on the desk is covered in small cat toys, little figures, small bottles of OTCs, a dozen or so tarot decks, a Nintendo switch, snacks, and room for coffee and water. It looks like chaos, but I know where everything is, and it probably needs a bit of dusting, but it's not dirty.

All this is next to a couple uncovered windows on the second floor. The view's nice, there's a tree line close by and it's lush and green with vines growing up the tree trunks and random little families of deer and geese that go by through the day and evening. The sun only comes into the windows for about a hour in summer, and I keep meaning to get curtains to block it, but I keep forgetting.

26 - I... hm. Sometimes for better or worse I get into the character's head because I've been there. I have had a wild, if not lucky as hell, kind of life. I've been in fist fights, I've learned martial arts, I've stolen, lied, apologized, reflected, improved, faltered, done better, done worse. Add to that, I have a pretty amazing (and at one time detrimental) imagination.

Experience and practice make it easy to step back out, but yes there's a few times I've regretted stepping in. Sometimes an emotion can hit you and fold you like a house of cards no matter how many times you've experienced it or dealt with it.

Oddly, it's interesting to write Doflamingo. I took the edge off his madness for Family Ties, but I've left it in in other titles. Being evil is easy. It's terrifyingly and comfortingly easy. It's selfish and self-serving and when the world hurts you or pisses you off it is so very

terribly

easy

to decide to be cruel and cold right back at it.

Kindness takes little effort, but choosing to be kind can be monumentally difficult depending on your circumstances.

Weird Questions for Writers

#quin answers #one piece fanfiction #writer woes #writer joys #ask prompt