#even if someone gets suspicious and asks if it's his real name he'd be like well bingo bongo heeheehee my name could be anything. maybe your

[nukaposting]

my headcanon is that deacon’s name really is deacon. desdemona asked what he wanted his codename to be and he gave his real name, knowing no one would think twice, probably just to see if he could do it. having no one left, he may have felt that codenames didn’t matter without anyone to protect. either way, there have surely been stranger codenames. it’s the only truth he ever tells

#i know about the john d. thing and that could contradict this in some ways but. i think john d. is more codename-like than deacon #desdemona isn't even really 100% sure deacon is john d. so for this purpose i think it's irrelevant/can go either way #if he was john d. he would have abandoned that pseudonym anyway #plus it seems like a diversionary tactic he would use. exceedingly simple but nearly foolproof #even if someone gets suspicious and asks if it's his real name he'd be like well bingo bongo heeheehee my name could be anything. maybe your #name is deacon. maybe we're all deacon #it's rock solid even if pressed #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #deacon fo4 #fallout headcanon #fallout companions

[ashwhowrites]

Perv! Eddie x cheerleader! Reader, what if perv! Eddie went to cheer practice so he can see cheerleader! Reader, and he does that a lot, after two weeks of him doing that she confronts him, and that ends up in reader going to Eddie's trailer just to smoke and have sex with him (maybe this could be enemies to lovers?)

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. THERE IS NO REAL SMUT! I did add some dirty talk and making out. The ending can be led into smut, but I did not write it. I hope that is okay <3

Give me a P! E! V! E! R! T!

Eddie wasn't afraid to admit he hated the popular crowd it was all he talked about. He refused to attend any games or anything with school spirit.

But then a new girl showed up. And she caught Eddie's eye immediately. He could feel his jeans tighten just looking at her. He craved to know what her skin tasted like, how her hair smelled, and if her cunt was a pretty pink like her lip gloss.

He tried to zone out the cheerleader squad as they talked through science class. But when he saw her walk up, she introduced herself and he learned her name.

Y/N....Y/N....he could already see himself panting out her name as his hand wrapped around his cock.

Then she asked to try out for the team. That's when Eddie gave cheerleading a chance.

~~~

After school, he wandered off to the gymnasium. He could hear girls counting all together and the sounds of their hands clapping together. He stood near the door, trying his best to stay hidden in the dark hallway. He looked through the small window, he searched until he saw her.

He smirked once he spotted her, a small skirt and tight tank top. Her hair was thrown up and he imagined holding her ponytail as she gagged on his cock. His hand slowly slipped into his jeans, he palmed his throbbing cock as she bent over. The tight material hugged her frame perfectly. He imagined kneeling behind her, his tongue massaging her cunt as she shook.

He felt himself shudder when she looked in his direction. She squinted as she tried to see if someone was there. But she snapped back to practice when Chrissy called out.

~~~

For the next few weeks, Eddie went to every practice. His eyes watched her and her only. He wasn't sure what was so different about her that made her special.

He thought he was getting away with it. He had no idea that Y/N caught him that first day, and every day after that.

After every cheerleading practice, he'd run off to the bathroom, no need to explain what he did in there. This time, Y/N followed behind. She kept a few feet away when he went into the bathroom. She waited patiently for him to finish whatever he was doing. She planned to follow him to his house and confront him. If he wanted to stalk her, she'd stalk him right back.

~~~

She pulled into the trailer park, many feet behind Eddie to not look suspicious. She parked a few blocks down. By the time he went inside, she was walking up his driveway.

She pounded on his door, she couldn't believe he had the nerve to spy on her. He was a pervert and disgusting. She didn't even want to think about what he thought when he watched her.

Eddie tried his best to hide his fear when he opened the door to see Y/N. She looked pissed, her arms crossed and her right foot smacking against the concrete.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" She spazzed.

"Um? Just getting home?" Eddie said in a duh tone.

"No! I mean why in the hell are you spying on me during cheer practice?! I've seen you every day staring through the tiny window in the door. Who the hell even are you? Are you in high school? Or do you sneak in and watch young girls like a fucking creep?"

"I'm Eddie Munson, and sadly I've been stuck in high school longer than necessary. And I don't sneak in to watch young girls, I sneak in to watch you." His tone dropped as he spoke. His brown eyes had no shame in looking her up and down.

Was it weird she felt flattered? Now that she was up close with him, she realized he was attractive.

"That's gross!" She gasped

"Look! I'm sorry! I think you're insanely attractive and I tend to go extreme. Can I offer you something to make this go away? Money? Weed?"

She went to protest but honestly, free weed sounded great.

~~~

Two hours later she was on Eddie's couch, smoking another joint as they talked about random things. As her sober thoughts went out the window, so did her negative thoughts on Eddie.

"So...when you spied on me, what kind of things were you thinking about?" She muttered she felt a little bit of embarrassment for wanting to know. This guy was a pervert and admitted to being. But here she was asking what he thought about her.

"Oh pretty girl," he teased, knocking her chin with his knuckle. "You expect to bend over in a tiny skirt and not expect my dick to get hard?"

"Um I guess?"

"Did you expect me to think about bending you over myself?" He asked, moving closer to her body. She eyed his movements.

"No" she squeaked out

He moved closer

"Did you expect me to think about shoving my tongue in that pretty wet pussy?" He whispered his nose against hers.

"Nah uh."

"Did you expect me to watch you and fuck my hand until it's covered in sticky cum. Then yanking you out of practice, pushing you to your knees, and making you suck my hand clean?" She felt his words smack her lips, that's how close he got in a matter of seconds.

"Do you expect me to kiss you?"

"Yes," she said, her heart raced at the sick smirk that crossed his lips.

"Oh? Is that right? Is someone turned on? Me being a pervert and jerking my dick off to you makes you feel special and desired?" He mocked, but she didn't care.

Her lungs burned. Her throat burned. And fuck, her cunt ached to be touched.

"Please"

His lips were on hers before she finished begging. His breath tasted of weed and beer, and she liked it. She climbed on his lap, pushing his shoulders back as she deepened the kiss.

She didn't want slow and romantic sex. She wanted to be used like his fantasies. She wanted him to fuck her with his perverted hands, his abused cock, and gross thoughts. She didn't care if he jerked off to her like she was the cover of a porno magazine.

She wanted to be desired, wanted, and fuck it- she wanted to be his only wet dream. In a way, she loved the power she had on him. Out of everyone, he fixated on her.

She whimpered as his tongue explored her mouth. His hands touching her everywhere with no goal in mind.

Maybe she was just as perverted as he was to be okay with it all.

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[dlscenarios]

Thief - Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Reader | Persona 5

I have started pretty much EVERY format P5R comes in & I have finished NONE of them—

Things started getting weird when the infamous transfer student came to Shujin. He was the talk of the school. Everyone would whisper about how he's a criminal, how he "definitely killed someone", that he was "involved in drug deals."

When he walked into your homeroom class, you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. He didn't look like someone that would commit crimes.

Soon after, word got around that he and renowned troublemaker, Ryuji Sakamoto, had gotten in trouble with Kamoshida. Days later, a bright red card was plastered across the school. You took one off of the board and read it.

The note stated that whomever wrote it knew of Kamoshida's crimes and would make him pay for his sins. Putting the card into your bag, you walked away only to notice the transfer student, Ryuji, and Ann Takamaki whispering to each other. You sped away before they could notice you.

Everyone knew Kamoshida was evil, but the day he burst into the gym and confessed caught everyone off guard. This started talk of the "Phantom Thieves" being real.

Before leaving the gym, you approached the group of misfits, tapping the transfer student's shoulder. You asked him to meet you on the roof after school, which he agreed to.

You paced the roof in circles until the boy came through the door. After exchanging hellos, the two of you sat at the group of desks.

"We haven't officially met yet. My name's Y/N." You started, fidgeting with your fingers.

"I'm Akira. Nice to meet you." He gave you such a sweet smile. It was hard to believe this was the guy students were weary of. "I have a feeling you didn't want to meet here for just introductions, right?"

You shook your head, "No. It's about Kamoshida."

Akira perked up, adjusting in his seat before nodding for you to continue.

"Those cards from the other day. Signed the 'Phantom Thieves of Hearts'. Were they from you? I saw you, Ryuji and Ann talking close by. Plus, word is that Kamoshida wanted to expel you right before those cards showed up," You paused to pull out the calling card you had in your bag, "It says that they will make him confess his sins. The next day, he didn't show up to school and then today, he confessed to everything."

"Maybe the timing was just a coincidence." Akira responded, briefly glancing at the card.

"But it's suspicious! You showed up and it was like Shujin got flipped upside down! Kamoshida's been abusing students for years and if anyone opposed him, he ALWAYS won. Then you came and, magically, Kamoshida crumbles. It's too strange to be a coincidence."

Akira smirked.

"What if I WAS involved? You didn't want Kamoshida to stay the way he was, did you?"

You jumped out of your seat, "Of course not! I'm glad he's getting locked up! But...if you ARE a part of the Phantom Thieves, I won't tell anyone. I'm your ally."

Akira stood. "In that case," he gently placed his hand on your head, "Glad to have you on our side, Y/N."

You turned your head, "Yeah yeah. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help you guys."

~

After that rooftop encounter, you grew closer to Akira, Ann and Ryuji. You even grabbed the attention of Mishima, who asked if you could assist him with his Phantom Thieves website. You were there to greet the new thieves as they joined the squad. Akira had even asked you to hang out with him one-on-one numerous times.

Slowly but surely, you've begun to consider the band of misfits your friends.

One night, you were at Leblanc after Akira called, wanting you to try the coffee he'd learned to make.

You sipped, careful not to burn your tongue, and hummed. "It's delicious. You're getting better at this, 'Kira."

The black-haired boy smirked, dramatically posing.

"Guess you could say I've stolen your tastebuds."

You burst into laughter, grabbing onto the bar as to not fall off of the stool.

"That is the dumbest thing you've ever said to me!" You took a breath, trying to steady your voice, "Aren't criminals supposed to be sly?"

Akira shrugged, "Maybe I'm just special."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, maybe you are."

The thief leaned on the counter, looking at you with a soft gaze.

"You're special too, you know?"

"How?"

"Let's see. You were the first person to know we were the Phantom Thieves, you are willingly helping us even though it's dangerous, and you-" He gently booped your nose, "-are the cutest person I've ever met."

"Mmh." You leaned on your arm, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks. "You're cuter. Do you know how many students say you're the hottest criminal they've ever seen?"

Akira lowered himself to your level, looking into your eyes. "They don't have a chance with me though. I've already got someone I'm interested in."

"And who is that?"

"You." Akira rose to place a kiss to your head before walking away, taking off his apron. You buried your face in your arms.

Suddenly, you perked up and called out to Akira.

"Maybe you ARE a thief, because you've stolen my heart!"

#joker persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #persona x reader #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu x reader #kurusu akira #akira kurusu #amamiya ren #ren amamiya #joker p5 #p5 #p5r #p5 royal #p5 joker

[total-drama-brainrot]

for that ‘noah is brought back as an assistant after getting himself eliminated’ idea i think noah should just stop trying to tiptoe around anyone after one day. he puts in one (1) day of effort and then just gives up.

“??? noah???”

“who. im not noah. ive never even heard of a noah.” (has changed his shirts and is wearing sunglasses thats all) (no effort to hide his identity)

Noah puts in a genuine effort to remain undetected for a good while (let's say a week or two) after being whisked away back to Camp Wawanakwa, since he really doesn't want to deal with the idiots he worked so hard to escape from so soon, but it's surprisingly difficult to keep himself just indistinct enough to remain under their radar without making himself look suspicious- either to the contestants themselves or to his newfound co-workers.

Maybe acting like a skittish deer every time one of the campers was around was a bit shady, but could you blame him? Anyone else in his position would be wary of discovery too. No one wants to be put on blast on international TV for the consequences of their actions. Thankfully the other interns are polite enough not to comment when he absconds at the smallest signs of his past competitors.

It doesn't help that the eliminated contestants have started to notice that Noah isn't at the Playa with the rest of them. None of them have asked about him yet, but there's a distinct air of concern at the resort every time someone comments about him- or the lack of him.

So, needless to say, Noah's got quite the reputation as a bit of a cryptid among the cast. Which is fine, he can play into that if it means none of them figure out he's been forcibly employed under their sadistic host. Noah goes out of his way to disguise himself behind different outfits, altered hairstyles and a pair of mirrored shades, and straightens his posture into something less lazy and more 'professional' when he's on the clock; it's impressive how much a change in wardrobe and demeanour can disguise someone, just look at Clark Kent. He essentially becomes a ghost to the cast, to the point that a lot of them begin to doubt he was even real and not a mass hallucination.

(Noah encourages the rest of the interns to play into that misconception, mostly because he finds it funny but also because it would aid him in his effort to remain undetected.)

But the trickery soon becomes more hassle than it's worth; Noah's about 80% certain he could do his job in the same outfit he'd worn on the island and not a single person would bat an eye, let alone recognise him. That's the power of being a wallflower- he's fairly unassuming and able to blend into the background. It's his confidence in his lack of notability that leads to him to becoming complacent.

In fact he makes a game out of it, if only to curb the boredom of his job. He goes from spy-level subterfuge to the barest minimum of a disguise; at one point he just slaps on a fake moustache and his mirrored sunglasses and calls it a day. No one notices. This only serves to encourage his blasé attitude towards his discovery- the cast are way too oblivious to notice him, after all.

Which is why Noah's inevitably discovered when he delivers a coffee to Chris on-set dressed in his usual outfit, the only attempt at a disguise being a haphazardly thrown on blonde wig. (Namely, the same wig Courtney later uses in Action.)

"Is that Noah?"

Comes a disbelieving outburst from the cast. Noah isn't sure who said it, but the statement draws attention onto him which is the last thing he wants.

He has to divert suspicion quickly before it's too late.

"No, this is Patrick."

#sometimes i think i'm so funny. i'm not but it's nice to think i am. #assistant noah is yet another victim of my “noah becomes a local cryptid” agenda #alternatively i was gonna put him in a t-shirt that says “not noah” but that was a little on the nose #noah goes from “no one must know my shame” to “these people are idiots why am i even trying” in the span of a week. lazy king. #total drama #td noah #assistant noah au #others' ideas #silly ideas #shitposting #memes #replies

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Spawn Would Include:

Yandere is his middle name, he will go to any length to ensure his feelings get reciprocated and you won't even think about going near others. He would be obsessively in love with you, making sure no one else could be a threat and you would be his forever.

He's obsessive, possessive, and violent. If anyone so much as glances at you in a way that he deems inappropriate, he’ll take action – and that likely means violence. He'll likely get extremely jealous whenever someone gets your attention, and he'll want to hurt them.

He's also manipulative, and cunning - He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, and that includes you. He'll constantly monitor and control your life, and he'll make sure that you're always with him.

He'll threaten those around you and become excessively jealous and suspicious whenever you spend time with other people. He'll isolate you to be the only person in your life. He'll be excessively protective of you and will try and stop you from being around other people out of fear that they'll steal you away from him.

He'll constantly accuse you of cheating or being unfaithful to him and will use manipulation tactics to make you feel guilty for spending time with someone else. He'll want to know where you are at all times, and will constantly check in with you so you don't forget about him. He'll become overbearing and paranoid, refusing to let you do anything without him accompanying you.

He'll be extremely moody – loving and affectionate one moment, and extremely jealous and suspicious, the next. He'll become manipulative and try to twist your mind against your friends, family, and coworkers to make you doubt them and to make you see him as your only real option. He'll be manipulative to get his own way and to ensure that you have no one except for him, making it increasingly hard for you to leave him.

He’ll try and make you constantly rely on him. He'll constantly try and make you believe that you need him, and he'll convince you that he's the only one who can protect you. He'll become obsessed with you and try and trap you in a relationship with him, manipulating, and controlling you. He'll constantly call, text, and keep tabs on your location, trying to control your movements. He'll become possessive over your belongings, preventing you from having contact with other people, and even taking physical measures to stop you from doing so.

He'd likely become quite erratic and unpredictable when he didn't get his way. He'd likely lash out in violent outbursts whenever something didn't go his way, and make sure that his rage wasn't directed at you, to the best of his abilities at least if you weren't the cause of it.

Other than that… I mean, he'd be overprotective, to say the least. He would never allow anyone to harm you - He'd always make sure you stayed safe. And if he couldn't be there to keep away any threats, he'd feel incredibly guilty. He'd punish himself with extreme training or self-harm.

If you were to break away from his control in any way, he would immediately resort to threats and emotional manipulation, trying to make you feel guilty for wanting something other than him. This would include things like constantly reminding you of everything you've done together, how much he loves you… all in an effort to convince you that he is the better choice. That it was better to be with him, with the one who would protect and care for you, than with whoever else you might have been interested in.

If you were to ever reject him or his advances, he'd likely resort to a more obsessive pursuit, constantly contacting you and asking why you don't want him. This could turn into stalking, and him always appearing, uninvited, everywhere you are. Again, trying to make you reconsider your choice and see that he is the only one who truly loves you.

He'd likely demand complete and full access to your private life, such as your email accounts and other forms of social networking. He'd control all access to you, ensuring that only those he deemed to be 'safe' could contact you. He'd want to know everything about you, and you would have no privacy while in his grasp.

He'd likely have no mercy when it came to dealing with people he deemed to be a threat to your relationship. He'd likely find ways to dispose of them, whether it be physical violence or other means… He's very protective of what's his, and that would include you.

With his powers, he could potentially make things even more… difficult for those he perceived as a threat. The possibilities are endless, and very few would be safe from his wrath. With his work… well… let's just say a lot of people are going to die if someone threatens to take you from him… and it wouldn't be pretty.

He likely wouldn't initially, as he'd most likely see you as his property and something that should be protected from harm. However, he's territorial, and anyone who threatens what's his will pay the price.

He'd actually be quite affectionate as well, but not in the traditional way, though. He'd want to spend every waking moment with you and would be constantly hugging you, kissing you, cuddling with you, and even showering you with compliments. He'd be quite affectionate… but only really on his terms.

He'd likely plan all of your dates, and they would all revolve around his interests. He'd be extra possessive of you during them, wanting to keep you close by his side at all times. He'd likely make very overt displays of affection, kissing and hugging you in public, possibly to a degree that could be seen as excessive. He'd want to make sure that everyone knew you were his, and that your affection was solely reserved for him.

He'd likely get quite worked up when you fight, and would likely raise his voice at you and threaten any number of things - including violence, intimidation, and even harm. He'd likely end up throwing and breaking things and lashing out in anger. And once the tension diffused, he'd likely try to cuddle you, apologize, and say how much he loves you, and that didn't mean any of the things he said.

He'd be incredibly excited about the idea of marriage, and would likely be quite intense about it. He'd want to marry you as soon as possible and have full control over every aspect of the wedding. He'd want to plan it… and make sure that it was perfect, and that everything went exactly according to his plan. He'd also be extremely protective over you during your honeymoon, and would likely be suspicious of and jealous of any other person you interacted with.

If you had children, he would likely be very protective over them, and wouldn't want them to go anywhere without him present. He'd make sure that they were cared for and provided for… but also disciplined properly, and possibly to a degree that was unreasonable. He'd likely make them very much the object of his affection, and keep them close by his side. If you didn't want children… well… let's just say that it would likely cause a problem in the relationship.

"You're mine, and you belong to me. No one else will have your love, or see your beautiful face, or hear your sweet voice… only me. You belong to me and me alone, and you're not going anywhere. Understood?"

Power dynamics and Role-play - where he gets to fully embody the role of the dominant partner, using his size and strength to completely overwhelm and overpower you while you play the part of the submissive, helpless little slut who just can't get enough of being under his command.

Control - using you for his pleasure while making you feel completely helpless. He enjoys teasing you, playing with your body, and making you squirm in anticipation. He also loves the sensation of biting or marking someone, leaving a physical reminder of your time together.

Cages or chastity belts - for days at a time, teasing you relentlessly until you're begging for release. When you finally do get released, it's always extra intense because you've been craving him for so long.

Size worship - He also gets off on being worshipped for his large size and physical attributes. This includes being admired, touched, and even used as a tool for your pleasure.

Intimacy after sex - After engaging in rough and intense sexual activity, he appreciates moments of tenderness and closeness with you. He knows cuddling and showing affection is a crucial part of building a strong emotional connection.

#al simmons #al simmons x reader #al simmons x you #spawn #spawn x reader #spawn x you #heelspawn #spawn comics #yandere al simmons #yandere spawn #dating would include #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Nine

Summary: the afterlife is quite what you expected it to be

Pairing: Taweret x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: it's the afterlife y'all... you dead...

A/N: please note as much as I did some research into identity disorders, it may not he 100% factual and is supposed to be taken in context of the story... as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Eight | Series Masterlist

- - - - -

Floating. 

You're floating in dark nothingness. 

Your body weightless. 

Your mind empty. 

Just… nothing…

Then you hear something in the distance. 

A voice. 

A name being called. 

Your name. 

Closer.

Closer.

The voice gets louder, angrier, as it gets closer…

“Y/N!”

— — — — 

Your head slips from your hand as you jump awake from your position, leaning against your work desk. Donna, your boss, stands on the other side of the desk, looking down at you disapprovingly. 

“Is this what we pay you for? Sleeping on the job?” She tuts before continuing to rant at you. You ignore her, looking around the familiar museum inventory room as you try to shake away your sleep. Broken remnants of a realistic feeling dream flash in your mind, like a puzzle missing half the pieces. 

You had been in Egypt, that much is clear. But what were you doing there? Lots of people, unknown faces looking at you with hatred. Scales. A glowing purple light. A crocodile? 

You’ll have to tell Steven about this dream when you see him. Maybe he’ll understand it more than you do. Then you realise, he’s not here. 

“Is Steven not in today?” You ask suddenly, not really caring that you’ve interrupted whatever rant Donna was on. 

“Who’s that?” she looks at you blankly and you laugh. 

“Ste-ven.” You repeat clearly, emphasising each syllable. “Steven Grant? You know, the Egypt guy. Works with me down here like, all the time.”

“I don't know who you're talking about.”

“Steven!” You shout, getting frustrated now. 

“Don't matter how many times you say it!” Donna is getting more annoyed by the second. “There is no Steven that works here.”

“Is this some sort of joke?! I know you don't like him very much but even by your standards this is cruel!” 

“Okay, you need to calm down or soon you won’t be working here either!”.

“I’ll show you, look!” You grab your mobile and open the photos app. To your horror there’s not a single one of Steven to be found. “No! Where is it?! I took one just the other day… he was wearing one of those stupid pharaoh headdress things we sell to the kids. It was right here-”

“Y/N!” Donna snaps, snatching your phone and putting it down on the desk. “I don't know want to hear any more about your imaginary friend, alright? You’re wasting my time as well as your own! So unless you wanna be looking for a new job I suggest you drop it.”

You're about to argue back, but think better of it. Arguing with Donna is like hitting your head against a brick wall. 

“You’re right, sorry..." You say sheepishly, playing along. “I just got confused. I think I might be coming down with something.” 

“It’s alright.” Donna looks at you unconvinced but accepts it anyway. “Forget about it and get back to work.”

“Yes boss.” You say and she walks away, glancing back at you suspiciously before she leaves. 

As soon as she’s gone you pick your mobile back up off the desk to message Steven, but when you search your messages all the ones from him are gone. So you head to the contacts and scroll down to ’S’. Sarah, Shaun, Simon, Stuart… where’s Steven? You scroll up, thinking maybe he’s saved under ‘G’ for Grant. Nothing.

You consider for a moment calling the police. But what would you say? ‘My friend has disappeared, but no one remembers him and I have no evidence he ever existed?’ They’d either laugh at you or lock you up. Maybe you are going crazy… 

No. Steven was real! You remember him. The sound of his laugh as he would tell you a really crap joke he'd heard. The way his eyes would light up when someone asked him a question about Egyptian history. The smell of cologne whenever he bumped into you, which was more often than you’d think. He really was quite clumsy. That was one of the things you loved about him. And one of the things you had in common. 

You decide to go find J.B. Surely he’ll must remember Steven, even if he does always called him ‘Scotty’. If all else fails, you could at least get him to check security cameras. 

But as you step out from behind the desk, you don't notice the large box on the floor and trip over it. You manage to stop yourself falling by clinging on to the desk, but you send the box flying across the room, the contents spilling out everywhere. It's filled with action figures that you sell in the gift shop. You pick one up. 

At first glance you think it’s a mummy but then you notice, it’s a man. A man dressed all in white and wearing a white cape. You take another figure out, almost the same but this one wearing a white suit. 

You dig deeper into the box. It’s full of figures. Some the same as the two you’ve already got. Some with the skull of a bird and holding a crescent moon staff. A lady with dark curly hair. A crocodile... Then you find one that makes your blood run cold. A man, wearing a reddish brown outfit and sandals. He has shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and he’s holding a glowing purple cane. 

“Harrow?” You whisper, the name coming to you out of nowhere.

An image fills your mind; Harrow stood in front of you, plunging a dagger into your stomach.

You look down and realise your clothes are stained red with blood. Your heart and mind starts to race. Something isn’t right. You need to get out of here. 

You run to the door, swing them open and crash straight into someone. You look up and to your surprise see a tall hippopotamus stood smiling wildly down at you. 

You freeze as the two of you stare at each other for a moment. The hippo raises its hand in a waving gesture. 

“Hi!” A female voice. She sounds friendly enough.

“Uh… h-hi?” you stutter, trying to remain calm. 

“You're not screaming.” She says. You're unsure if this is a statement or a question. 

“Am I supposed to be..?”

“No, not at all. I’m just used to people screaming when they first see me. To be fair death can be quite traumatic as it is so I suppose to then come face to face with, well, me… must be quite startling.” She laughs. “You're handling this amazingly. Well done you.”

“Death?” You ask and her face drops.

“You didn’t know?” She says and you shake your head. 

“I thought it was just a bad dream.”

“Oh dear. I am very sorry, but I am afraid you are quite dead. Oh hang on! I have a thing I’m supposed to read…” She pulls a scroll out from her robe and unravels it before beginning to read. “Welcome gentle traveller to the realm of the Duat. I am Tawaret, goddess of women and children and I am here to guide you through your journey to the afterlife.”

“Wait wait wait, if I’m dead then why am I at the museum? Shouldn’t I be, like, in heaven or something?”

“Because the Duat’s true nature is impossible for the human mind to comprehend, you may perceive this realm as something more easily recognisable to you. Was this place special to you?”

You think back through all the happy memories you have here, in this room laughing with Steven.

“Yeah, I suppose it is.” You say with a smile. “But hang on, Donna was here. My boss. She was here earlier having a go at me as usual. How is that possible? Is she dead too?” 

“This place can appear as real as you want it to. Whatever would normally be here will be here, that includes people. But rest assured, she is very much still alive.”

“Then where’s Steven? He was always here with me, but Donna didn’t even know who he was!”

“Steven? Steven Grant?” She asks.

“You know him?” 

“I do. Goodness, how do I explain this?” She says, mostly to herself. “Steven Grant isn’t real.”

“Of course he is!”

“No dear, uh…” she pauses, thinking over her words. “Do you know a Marc Spector?” 

“Kind of. Not very well, but we’ve met.”

“Right! So… Steven is Marc.”

“I don't understand.” 

“Marc created Steven when he was young to help him escape the trauma he was going through. He may not have even realised that that’s what he did, but whenever life got too much for Marc he would become Steven instead.”

“No hang on, Steven told me that this Marc lives inside him. Are you saying it’s the other way around?” 

“Steven really believed he was who he was. He had no idea the truth.” She watches you for a moment. Watches as your brain ticks over everything and sadly the truth sets in. “I think deep down, somewhere, subconsciously a part of you knew. That’s why he’s not here. The Duat picked up on it.”

She was right. Ever since that night when Marc first spoke to you, a small part of you had wondered. Harrow had tried to tell you, in his own manipulative way. You just didn’t want to believe it; Steven wasn’t real. 

“I wish he was here.” You say sadly. Taweret puts a caring hand on your shoulder. 

���I know dear, this is a lot to take in. But as I said, you are handling this exceedingly well.” She smiles at you, holding out her hand. “Come, let me show you around.”

— — — — 

You follow Tawaret through the doors and to your surprise you're no longer in the museum. Instead you find yourself on a magnificent wooden boat sailing through sand.

“Where are we going?” You ask, staring out at the the amazing blend of purple, blue and gold that makes up the sky. It would take your breath away, if you weren’t already dead. 

“Hopefully to the Field of Reeds.”

“Hopefully?” 

“Yes, there’s just something I have to do…” she places her hand on your chest and pushes, reaching inside you and when she pulls her hand back out she’s holding your heart. You watch in shock as she away from you and places the heart on a scale. She takes a feather and places it on the other side of the scale. The scales swing a few times before settling in a balanced position. 

“Oh goody.” Taweret smiles. “I would have hated to have to throw you overboard.” 

“Excuse me what?”

“If they scales hadn’t balanced, you would not be permitted entry to the Field of Reeds. The dead would have dragged you down into the Duat where you would have remained forever frozen in sand.” She explains and you stare at her in horror. “But the scales are balanced, so no need to dwell on that.” 

You walk to the edge of the boat and look over at the sand below you. You can just about make out the shapes of human figures half buried in the sands, hands desperately reaching for something to grab onto. It sends a shiver down your spine. Taweret moves to stand beside you. 

“All these people had unbalanced scales?” You ask sadly.

“I’m afraid so.” 

“Do the scales ever get it wrong?” 

“That’s not possible.” Taweret says looking at you, she notices you look troubled. “Are you alright?”

“When Harrow judged me with Ammit’s scales, they were unbalanced.”

“Ammit is wrong. She judges based on things that might happen, what someone might do. We judge on what you have done." She turns to face you completely, putting her hands on your shoulder so you have to face her. She looks you in the face. "Believe me when I say, you are a good person Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“Thank you.” You say with teary eyes as the boat continues its journey. 

— — — — 

Eventually you arrive at the most beautiful place you have ever seen.

“Welcome to the Field of Reeds.” 

It’s indescribable. An endless view of golden warmth. Peace like you’ve never felt before. 

“It’s… I don't have the words…” 

“Enjoy it. You belong here.” 

You smile up at her. 

The peace doesn’t last long however, when suddenly you hear a familiar voice calling from a distance behind you. 

“Hey! Hey, hippo lady! You gotta take me back!”

You turn to where the voice is coming from. 

“Not this again.” Taweret sighs.

“Marc?!” You interrupt as you realise who is running toward you. He stops when he notices you. 

“Y/N? What- what are you doing here?” 

“Same as you.” You respond bluntly. “Harrow killed me.”

A range of emotions flash across Marc’s face. Anger and sadness being the mains ones. 

“I’m sorry.” He says simply, before turning his attention back to the hippopotamus next to you. 

“There’s nothing I can do Marc.” Taweret says before he can even ask. “Steven is gone.”

“What?” You look between Taweret and Marc in a panic, but Marc turns away from you. “What do you mean he’s gone?”

“The Duat has him.” Taweret explains. “When Marc died, the Duat split him and Steven into their own separate bodies in order to fairly judge their lives.”

“So Steven is one of those bodies in the sand?” You say in horror and she nods. “We can go back for him though? Right?!”

“It doesn’t work like that. If you leave here you can’t return.” She looks at Marc. “Please, enjoy your peace.”

Marc turns around angrily. 

“Peace?! There is no peace without Steven!”

“You don’t need him anymore Marc. You created Steven when you needed to cope with the worst parts of your life, but that’s over now.” She says, her voice gentle.

“So I get to go on to eternal peace, and he just…” Marc pauses. “Stays lost in the sand forever?”

A tear escapes down your cheek at the thought of Steven being one of those desperate figures you saw in the sand on the way here. Even though you now understand that Steven was only ever a personality created by Marc, he still felt real to you. You only really knew Steven. Your goofy, lovable, Egypt obsessed friend. 

“No.” Marc says suddenly. “I’m not good with that.” 

“Wait!” Taweret calls as Marc begins to walk off. “Think about this!” 

You watch him for a moment before turning to Taweret. She shakes her head at you, warning you. But you ignore her and run to catch up with him.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask. 

“I’m gonna get Steven back.” 

“Then I’m coming too.”

“Are you sure?” He stops and turns to you. It’s still so weird seeing Steven’s face but hearing Marc’s voice. “I can’t guarantee this will go well.” 

“He’d do it for it me.” You say and Marc nods.

The world around you starts to swirl. The golden sky turns dark and the reeds change to sand. Just ahead of you you spot him. Steven. Now one of the figures stuck in the sand. The two of you run over to him. His frozen hand is reaching out in front of him, a look of pain on his face. Marc crouches in front of him. 

“Steven. Looking pretty rough man.” He cries. “I don't know if you can hear me… From the moment you arrived, way back then, we were so young… You saved me. I survived because I knew I wasn’t alone. You were always there, alive, full of hope. I tried to protect that, and I failed. I couldn’t protect you.”

You feel a strange sensation in your feet and look down to see they’ve started to turn to ice, like Steven. Then you notice Marc’s hands have also started to change. 

“You didn’t abandon me.” He looks down at his frozen hand. “You didn’t abandon me. And although that field back there was looking pretty good, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna abandon you.” 

He tried to reach his hand up to hold Steven’s but his arm goes stiff. He looks at you and nods his head to gesture for you to come over. You crouch down beside him, looking into Steven’s terrified eyes.

“Hey Stevo. It’s Y/N. You know, Marc is right. You would never abandon the people you care about. How many times you stayed later than you needed to at work, just so I didn’t have to do inventory on my own.” You laugh as tears stream down your cheeks. “And I know you wouldn’t have left me with Harrow unless you had no choice. Because you are the best person I’ve ever met. You don't believe it, but you are. I should have told you that when we were alive. I should have told you how much you mean to me.” The feeling of your body quickly changing to ice spreading up your legs and arms. You manage to lift your hand to hold Steven’s.

Your body has completely changed now, only your head remains. You look at Marc. He reaches his hand up and places it over yours and Steven’s.

“You are the only real superpower I ever had.” He says to Steven as the ice takes over, freezing his head completely. 

You feel it creeping up the sides of your face. You fix your eyes on Steven and manage to whisper three little words as the last part of you becomes frozen in the sand.

“I love you.” 

— — — — 

The worst thing about being frozen in the Duat wasn’t actually the being frozen, but rather the fact that you were conscious the whole time. Forced to stare into the frozen eyes of the man you love, but unable to move or speak to him. 

All concept of time goes out the window. You have no idea how long you’ve been stuck like this, when suddenly you're aware of a rumbling sound and bright light shining to the side of you. As the light hits the side of your face its like warmth is being restored to your body. The ice melts away and you take a deep breath as life is restored to your body. 

You look over to see the giant ornate gates have opened, light pouring through them. You turn back to look at Steven, the ice is starting to melt from him.

“Steven…” you whisper and he looks at you, taking a big breath of air into his thawed body. 

“Y/N…” he smiles and hugs you before turning to a now unfrozen Marc. “Marc!” 

“Steven!” He says happily.

“You came back? What the hell’s wrong with you?!” Steven says, smiling as he helps Marc stand.

“Well I did a whole little speech there.” 

“It wasn’t that little.” Steven laughs, pulling Marc in for a hug. He turns to you, holding out his hand to help you stand. “I heard yours too.”

“I meant every word.” You say sincerely, looking into his eyes and he smiles as he gently places a hand on your cheek. 

“I love you too.” He whispers.

“Uh, guys.” Marc says from beside you. “As lovely as this moment is… we have a problem.”

You both turn to see what Marc is looking at. A giant sandstorm wave heading straight towards you. 

“Oh bollocks!” Steven shouts. “Come on, lets go!”

The three of you start to run, Marc struggling as his leg seems to be injured. Steven hooks one of Marc’s arms over his shoulder and you do the same on the other side.

“I’m slowing us down, just go!” Marc shouts.

“We’re not leaving you!” You reply, almost dragging him now. 

“Coming through!” You hear and turn around to see Taweret on her ship sailing towards you. “Osiris you old softie!” She calls as she crashes through the wave, slowing it down to give you time. “Now run!!” She shouts. 

“Hippo!!” Steven shouts, waving his hands in the air before Marc grabs him and pulls you all towards the gates. You run with all the strength you can muster and finally make it through the gates. 

— — — — 

“Where am I?” You ask aloud, glancing at the bright white nothingness around you. “Steven? Marc? Anyone?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” A voice calls from everywhere at once.

“Hello?” You respond. 

“I am Osiris, god of the underworld.”

Part Ten

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[cod-dump]

Hope your head has stopped trying to commit a crime, so pardon my bothering.

This is the Simon Riley has a grave anon here with more concerning it! (because for some reason it randomly popped back into my head and I must share)

There's a new recruit about to be sent to train on the 141's base, but is delayed due to personal hardship. His grandfather had just passed, and he needed some time. This recruit never had a father, and his grandpa just filled that role so easily, so losing him was hard. Turns out, this recruit is also from Manchester and his grandpa is buried next to one "Lieutenant Simon Riley"

Recruit gives a brief salute to the "deceased" lieutenant as he asks him to be a good neighbor to Pop.

Once he's back on base, he's heard stories about "Ghost" already, even before being on base, when he first joined and was told where he would be sent to. He's nervous about meeting him, especially given he's a week late and doesn't know anything else. And it's during his first training session with his new lieutenant that really freaks him out. Ghost is in a sour mood, and snaps at this recruit after not recognizing him.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Private Tyler Maverick, sir." Ghost eyes him suspiciously.

"You're a week late. Better be for a damn good reason." Ghost clearly was not present at the base to be informed of why Maverick was late.

"Had to bury someone, sir." There's an awkward pause as Ghost stares at him. Ghost just grunts in response before turning away and pretty much ignoring Maverick the rest of the day. Later that day, around dinner, Maverick is told to meet the lieutenant in his office. When he enters, Ghost is leaning against the desk, arms crossed and given no hint of what he wanted Maverick for.

"You asked for me, sir?"

"Wanted to apologize for my comment earlier. I had only just rolled in the night before and didn't get briefed on the new recruits very long." Maverick shakes his head.

"Nothing I can't handle, sir. If I can't handle a comment about burying a family member, then I shouldn't be here." Ghost narrows his eyes in questioning.

"Doesn't make it right, though. Burying family is a nasty business." Maverick shrugs, not really wanting to go into the whole thing, but it seems Ghost has other plans.

"How you holding up? I hear you only had a couple days before being shipped out."

"Fine, honest. Been kept busy the whole time so I guess it hasn't really hit yet." Maverick nervously rubs at his neck, starting to see where Ghost was going with this.

"Some of us move on faster than others, especially depending on who they lost." Ghost comments, and Maverick wants to curl in on himself. He'd heard stories about Ghost's uncanny ability to read someone with pinpoint accuracy, but he never thought he'd be the subject of it.

"Lost my grandpa. He was more like my dad, never got to meet the real deal, ya know? Died when I was young. For a really long time, Pop was all I had. Mom worked all the time and I was an only child. Now I'm here, and he's buried and it all just feels so surreal but in a bad way. I don't know, but I'm okay, sir, honest." Maverick rambles, tripping over his words as he tries to rush up in case his little rant had upset Ghost.

"Yeah and I'm the bloody Queen of England. But, fine, I'll go with it for now. Tell me when it gets to be a problem, though. Can't have my soldiers compromised." Maverick nods.

"Yessir. And, if you don't mind, I never got to properly meet you, sir, so I never caught your name."

"Simon Riley." Maverick pales almost immediately as recognition of the name dawns on him.

"You all right?"

"It's got to be a coincidence." He whispers and Ghost cocks his head at him.

"What is?"

"There's a lieutenant buried next to Pop with the same name as you."

"Manchester?"

"Yessir. Hell, I even asked him to be a good neighbor." Maverick mutters the second sentence, hoping Ghost wouldn't hear it.

"S'alright, I'm a pretty quiet neighbor." If it weren't for the deadpan way Ghost had said it, or the absurdity of the situation, Maverick would have passed out right there.

"I-I'm sorry?" He asks between nervous laughs.

"Name Ghost comes from somewhere, ya know. Dismissed." Maverick has never left a room so fast in his life.

He does eventually get an answer, and loads more questions, about the grave from Gaz.

"Oh yeah, it's a long story. Don't worry, Private Bones is also a good neighbor, even if he is an alcoholic."

Maverick has officially decided to never question his superior officers ever again, and he ends up being the one recruit they can fuck around in front of because he'll just blink at them before going back to whatever he was doing and never mention anything again.

He definitely makes sure to tell Pop how interesting his neighbor is every chance he gets.

(this turned into an actual something, I'm sorry, didn't mean that to happen but it is what it is)

Adding Tyler Maverick to the list of recruits that Ghost has adopted unintentionally.

I love this!!

And I'm feeling much better than what I was this morning, thank you <3

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[tachimichishrine]

"never enough"

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tachihara machizou x fem!reader {bodyguard AU!}

warnings: nsfw ; oral (receiving); car sex mentioned; cursing ; idk it's kinda vanilla

he was a spy within a spy within a spy.

first, the hunting dogs; they were not family. they were reminiscent of days, stupid days where he would thrive off of only wet smoke in the early hours of the day and the adrenaline of doing bad, doing something. cracking open safes, breaking into banks and carrying around his own weapons for the fun of it, just to see if he could. and boy, could he get away with it until that fateful day.

he was thrust into a world that was not his own. bloodthirsty, holding some kind of compulsive desire to exact revenge on the fiends and criminals of the world no matter the cost. it was not him, it was never him, but they were the family he was given.

then, the port mafia; his second life. an agent, an outsider among men and women who had dedicated their entire lives to this organization. he never felt like an outsider when he would command the black lizard or be commanded by his superiors. it felt natural. it felt real. too bad they were just a cover, a mission and a statistic among all the other cases and criminals he'd dealt with and would deal with throughout his life.

until the day mori asked him specifically into his office, offering him a third life. it was getting hard to keep track, but what other option did he have? a woman who was near and dear to mori's heart who had been loyal to the mafia for many years as a supplier of weapons. you didn't live in the underground, the opposite really: your toes dipped in crime only through the port mafia, but your entire body waded listlessly in the life of a regular person who was some kind of accountant or financial advisor or something unimportant enough to slip through one ear and out the other as soon as he heard it from the boss. you were good at providing them with artillery, though, and that's all that was relevant.

recently, mori had explained, your identity was leaked and many organizations have been simultaneously threatening to kill and recruit you. you dialed him nearly every evening, begging for some kind of help. for the longest time, that help was under the form of an escort named chuuya, whose presence alone by your side was enough to deter those pursuing you.

however, the executive had more important affairs to attend to for the coming months. a trip overseas, a negotiation, a mistake that needed correcting. sending one of his most powerful tools just to escort a regular civilian home at night was not viable. he would need an alternative. tachihara.

he did not want to be a babysitter. fuck, he was meant for more. besides, what kind of intel could he gather if he was stuck spending his time receiving calls about suspicious characters, begging for him to come and rescue you? he didn't have time for a damsel in distress. he didn't have the patience for it.

the first time, you were nervous, shy even. understandably so. tachihara thought it was funny when you'd eye his gun nervously or gently pull your body away from his whenever he got too close. no wonder people were targeting you; you make it too goddamn easy.

the second time, he was woken up at 2 in the morning with a call. your breathing was heavy and it sounded like you were recently crying from the short sniffling and wavering of your voice. someone was outside your apartment, and they were yelling at the window that they were going to send every limb of yours in separate boxes to 'your old pal mori'. he thought you were scared shitless for no reason. by the time he got there, bodies littered the ground. you were dragging one by the legs, and gave him a look. "aren't you gonna help me with these?"

the third, he had a little more respect, but still remained skeptical. turns out his role as a bodyguard involved more scaring off people and disposing of bodies than it did actual defense. not that he minded, he just didn't understand it. mori seemed to believe you were completely helpless when in reality you carried weapons on you at all times. of course you did. you were the port mafia's largest supplier, after all. he blurted out his question at you; you laughed and said that he wouldn't understand. the conversation ended there.

after two weeks, you were calling him nearly every day. word had got around that chuuya wasn't guarding you anymore, and a lot of people wanted to try to make a move. tachihara was glued to your side as soon as you'd finish work, and would sometimes crash on your couch if he was too exhausted from beating thugs to a bloody pulp on your way back to your apartment. he was beginning to understand that you didn't need protection, you needed the image of it to keep you safe. maybe you weren't so ditzy after all.

a month in, you were ambushed in front of your apartment. tachihara suggested you move, even though you both knew it didn't matter where you lived. blood splattered across his cheek and white shirt when he stepped into your room. he was washing it but it refused to come out. he stepped out to find you in your bra, scrubbing your shirt as well. his eyes met yours and something stupid happened. pants dropped on the floor shirt tossed in the corner boxers torn off his skin. teeth sunk into flesh and fingers running along lines of ecstasy. he did not sleep on the couch that night.

he'd lost count of how many times it had been after that.

his phone would buzz and a pool of excitement would build up in his chest, not knowing if it meant you needed him or you needed him.

heavy panting and the smell of sweat and gunpowder would emanate from the car he'd escort you in. the frame creaking as he pounded you senseless or your hips rocked hard enough to make him see spots of black among stars. he had to keep the collar of his jacket up to cover all the love marks you plagued his skin with, the rest of them vanishing from his thighs and chest. red blooming in stripes along his back from where your fingernails desperately pulled him into you. he'd always be gone by morning and it was never enough.

he didn't know how he'd gotten here.

fucking your thighs, which were clenched together as your face was buried in the sheets and ass slammed against his abdomen with every thrust. one hand was on your hips while the other was plunged between your legs. and he could feel the way you would tremble when his throbbing cock would glaze past your pussy, not close enough to relieve the aching pulse but just enough for him to feel your arousal dripping onto him.

"put it in," you rasped, barely able to wait any longer as his thumb rubbed furiously at your clit, ring and middle fingers too soaked from the way they would pump you up. this was the way it would always go: you would give out the orders and he'd follow through. he would always follow through.

he ran both of his hands along your skin until they were both stationed at your hips, and he tilted your ass further up so he could get a good angle. you didn't like waiting and he knew it, but something made him want to brat a little tonight. he rested the tip against your sensitive spot, but didn't make any motion to push himself into you. he'd already reached his high from your thighs, so he had time before it became unbearable for him, too. although the way you arched your back and tried to back yourself onto him might just prove him wrong.

"you're such a dick," you swore under your breath before pushing your palms into the crumpled sheets and getting up. your back his chest until it was chest to chest and you had him pinned beneath you with a look that meant he was in for more than he could handle. before long, he was paying for his little stunt with the way his lips were sucking down on your pussy, tongue jutting in and out of you as you rode his face. shit, he was hard again.

his fingers left the comfort of your thighs as he kept eating you out messily, hungrily like a man starved, and they soon trailed down his body to relieve himself. except they never got that far— in one swift motion you had his wrists pinned above his head all the while still rocking yourself on his face.

"fucking whore," you grit your teeth, expression sporting a shit-eating grin that had planned for this, but hips twitching and breathing thready like a hypocrite. you were not going to let him out from under you as long as he doesn't work his magic, but he fucking loved it when you took control. if it weren't for the pulsating throb and carnal desire to fuck himself on you, he might've just stayed like this all night.

but you weren't done.

even after you clenched around his tongue back arching head thrown back like you'd never felt this good before, he let his lips rub against your sensitive spot while you rode out your high. as soon as your hips left his lips, he found himself gasping for air but still looking up between your legs like he needed more. you repositioned yourself on him, still holding his wrists above his head, and finally let yourself sink down onto him with a string of curses.

tachihara wasted no time in fucking you from underneath, every drop of your hips meeting the upwards thrust of his own. you let go of his wrists in favour of digging your nails into his abdomen, grip nearly as tight as your pussy around him. he'd been loud all night, but this was the first moment a long, desperate moan escaped his lips rather than the grunting and heavy panting and curses.

you thought he was at his prettiest like this. face smeared with your cum, cheeks red and forehead covered in sweat which made his short strands of hair cling onto his skin. his back arching his hips thrusting into you and every muscle in his body tense as he chased the feeling of you all over him. you wanted to tell him how gorgeous he looked but choked on your own moan as he hit a dull spot deep within you.

it was never enough, but your alarm clock was reading 3:32 and you had called him well before midnight. his skin still had red marks from the way you had him tied up and smacked his ass while he was bent over the edge of the bed. he would never admit it out loud but you knew from the way he would whimper into the pillows as you pumped up his cock that he loved it when you handled him roughly.

even now, as both of you were having trouble breathing properly after going through the most intense of it, you left his length inside of you. you grinded against his body deeply yet slowly, almost imperceptibly so, as you kissed him in the same manner. your hands roamed his body again, until they settled among his tuffs of crimson and pulled his face deeper into yours.

once you grew tired of the taste of his lips, you moved onto that of his jawline, his earlobe and his neck. sinking your teeth into his collarbone, drawing blood only to lick it clean and kiss it all better. he laid down, letting you do everything you wanted. he'd never said no before.

you placed a final chaste kiss against his lips before pulling his face into the crook of your neck and his body into yours. you gently pulled him out of you with a squelch, and felt yourself clench around nothing as the feeling of warmth dissipated.

it was never enough, but it did a damn good job anyways.

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[esthermitchell-author]

Just had a totally depressing, but potentially accurate, thought while I was making my tea...

What if the reason Crowley doesn't have any friends outside of Azi, and seems to expend so much energy deliberately not remembering people's names or faces is because he's tired of losing friends?

Hear me out...

Aside from Azi, who's been a large part of his life since even before Eden, Crowley doesn't make many close, personal connections. I think that may be a choice, and not the "oh, I'm a big, bad demon" type of choice either... A real fear of letting people get close to him for fear of losing them.

In the minisodes that predate Golgotha, we see a different Crowley. He knows who Shem is, at the Ark, indicating that he might have been friendly with at least one of Noah's sons. As Bildad the Shuite, he not only addressed both Job and Citis by name, but he also referred to Ennon with "he seems nice" and told Jemima "you haven't annoyed me yet" and seemed particularly impressed with Job's younger daughter.

Then Golgotha rolls around, and we encounter a much more somber Crowley, who's so suspicious of Heaven suddenly that he can't even trust Azi to not be there "to gloat." Crowley's hurting. He's watching Romans -- through Heaven's machinations -- kill his closest human friend.

Eight years later, in Rome, Crowley is bitter, and snarky, and easily annoyed. He lashes out at Azi (yes, it was a dumb question, but he'd never lashed out directly at Azi like that, before).

Skip a few hundred years (during which there seems to be no indication he's tried to make friends with anyone except Azi). Edinburgh. Crowley slips up, lets himself care enough about Elspeth and wee Moraig to refer to them by name, and even joke around a bit with Elspeth, at Azi's expense. Then, wee Moraig is killed, and Elspeth tries to take her own life. I maintain that the idea of watching someone else he's come to care about DELIBERATELY take their own life rattled Crowley more than the Laudanum alone. And he realized one way or another, Elspeth would eventually die, so he set out to get her on the "properly good" path, so he could be sure she didn't go to Hell whenever she might die.

But I think the incident with wee Moraig and Elspeth was the end, for Crowley. I think that's when he really started to develop his "alt names" for everyone he met. "Antichrist" (Adam... he only used his actual name I think once), "Book Girl" (Anathema. Admittedly, she never gave them her name, but Crowley never asked, either. Azi didn't either, but I think he was too wound up in the healing and the bike and all that to pay attention at the time)

He doesn't refer to any human by name, again, until Maggie and Nina. I think he kind of adopted them by proxy (Azi adopted them, so Crowley paid attention). But there was still a certain amount of distance, right up until the angels were threatening to turn Maggie and Nina into pillars of salt. Crowley immediately jumps in. These humans are friends, and he refuses to let Heaven or Hell hurt them.

Then AZI, of all people, gets (temporarily, I'm sure) removed from his life. It makes that final glance he gives the cafe and then the record shop, extra meaning. Without Azi, they've now become his only friends in the entire world. And he already knows how fragile human life is.

PS -- I did leave out one connection, with Leonardo da Vinci, whom we know from canon gave Crowley a sketch of the Mona Lisa signed "to my friend Anthony"... I did so deliberately, because while I have lots of headcanon regarding that friendship (get your mind out of the gutter... not THAT kind of headcanon), the truth is, we don't know enough of the REAL canon to know just how well they knew one another.

#my poor heart can't handle this #my poor little baby Crowley #good omens fandom #good omens #azicrow #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable spouses #crowley #good omens s2

[sailorbowie]

Abel Gideon/ Bedelia I think could be an interesting pairing, especially with their banter with Hannigram I can imagine them together, also Francis Dolarhyde and Randall Tier would be such a chaos duo! (just random thoughts)

As for your prompt (it doesnt have to be those pairings) au where the FBI finds out about a serial killer dating app and makes Will Graham go undercover on it and all the serial killers try to match with him and are completely besotten. (one of wills pictures does include him with a fish)

Okay go off!!! I could see it kinda. On the other hand, Dolarhyde and Tier would have been a beautiful powder keg to see on fire. I think even if they saw each other the way they would want to be seen by the other, they would still be beasts ripping at each other's throats by the end of it. They would have fucked nasty tho I'd love to have seen it.

2. Based on your prompt~

Matching With Killers

Will Graham never expected to get involve in covert work, not even like this, for God's sake. He wasn't even supposed to be out in the field, that was what the actual agents were for. But Jack insisted his input was important.

One of the investigators had discovered a suspicious platform called 'Collectors 4 Love'. On the surface, it looked like a dating app for collectors, and people who liked collecting various kinds of items. Upon further investigation, it was found that some of these 'collectors' were people that fit various profiles of serial killers they were looking for. Their preferences of 'collecting' needed no elaboration.

It seemed the actual collectors were able to differentiate themselves from casual, unassuming users with different emoticons. They also took photos with few identifiers, and used pictures of people that were definitely not them.

This had to be a place where the Ripper was lurking, thought Jack Crawford. And so Will Graham was nudged, (or rather, forced) to make an account on C4L.

Will's profile was pretty simple. He avoided using his real name, going instead as 'Holden'. Like the other users, Will mostly avoided photos of his face, instead using pictures of the woodland scenery near Wolf Trap, the lake, one of his dogs. He included one where he held up one of his larger catches of the day, and included a very brief and concise bio: "I like fishing, collecting fishing flies, and my dogs. I reel in the big ones, and never let em' get away. Maybe the next one is you?" Will felt himself die inside as he put this all together. The aim was to have a semi-legitimate looking profile to look into the other users, but it worked a little too well.

A week later, and Will was gritting his teeth responding to what must have been the 20th user matching with him. He spoke with a myriad of profiles, ranging from genuine hobby collectors to the actual less than savory collectors of lives. It seemed the killers were all too pleased to find a common kindred soul in 'Holden', who thoughtfully listened and offered assurance to the killers. Will Graham was successfully able to build 12 criminal profiles from the 12 suspicious users he spoke to, not one being the Chesapeake Ripper. Not that he'd think someone like that would have the gall to use such a ridiculous app, but the chance was always there. The other remaining 8 people he'd spoken to were either inconclusive or were too legitimate to be considered suspicious. Everyone at the BAU was delighted to hear these results, and to hear about Will's results. Some were surprised Will could keep a conversation that long, let alone have the charisma to do so. And some weren't that surprised. Jack was satisfied with the results. "I never want to do that again. I never want to be asked to do something like that again. It was nice when they asked about the fish I caught, I'll admit. But it got very annoying when I was asked about how capable my 'rod' was outside of the lake," Will explained, during one of his weekly sessions with Hannibal. The doctor across from him tilted his head slightly. "You were approached with interest by many interested parties, a lot of whom were the very killers you chase every day. How does that make you feel, Will?"

This made the other man pause, and let out a very long sigh. "I'm....flattered? I think? I mean, it's really hard to know what to feel when someone who thinks of killing you might want to take you out to dinner first. Uhm, I still don't think I'd ever want to do that again. Even for casual means, no. I don't think I could ever do that again. Never again....." Will's eyes stared off into space again, his body shuddering at the thought of trying to talk to some stranger again on a virtual space.

To this response, Hannibal nodded softly. He took out his phone, and his lip twinged with regret as he tapped the 'delete application' button.

Maybe they'd get the Ripper next time.

#vic writes shit #she-hannigans #hannibal nbc #ficlet #hannibal crack

[asjjohnson]

Mini memoir time.

So, back in college, right before graduation, I'm talking to my dad in a lobby area, when a man walks up to us with this kind smile and lighthearted tone of voice. He introduces himself as, let's call him, Mr. Ig Nite, and says my dad and him go way back; they're buddies.

However, I know that name.

I frown and keep a suspicious eye on him, and then he says he'd like to talk to my dad for a minute. And then he specifies he means in private (as though my dad wouldn't just tell me what he said later anyhow), and shoos me off. As I reluctantly leave to watch from a distance, I hear him ask my dad, with a confused tone, "Is she okay?"

As though I wouldn't remember the name of one of the key players in breaking up my family when I was a kid. As though my dad hadn't talked about him. As though I wouldn't remember such a unique name. (Of course his name isn't really Ig Nite, but it's not far off. A literal Mr. fire starter.)

He was the dirty cop or detective or whatever it was that he'd been, who had gone after my dad, lying, starting rumors, and attacking and going after us like a hungry predator with a scent of blood. Even after the divorce was long finalized, his name still hovered around us.

And then, over a decade later, he just so happened to get some kind of security guard job where I was going to college, miles away from where I used to live. ...And acted like he wanted to trick me into some kind of friendship, maybe to drive a wedge between us more. Like he doesn't realize that when he attacks one of us, he attacks us all. ...As though he hadn't hurt each of us individually as well.

I haven't seen him since moving to a different state, but sometimes I think about that weird interaction. How creepy he was. A real life Hans of the Southern Isles. Maybe I've seen the last of him, or maybe he'll show up again some day.

At that time, once I was out of earshot and he'd dropped the kind-uncle act, he apparently just wanted to say it wasn't over yet.

So... if you ever come across some sort of law man with a unique-sounding name that, when you think about it, means 'fire starter'... do all you can to get away from him. Don't talk to him, don't listen to him; go to whoever he's currently working for and request someone else. Before you catch his interest. Before he decides to throw a match and stay around to make sure it burns.

#One person voted on the 'should I post this story' poll and it was a yes vote. And I'm tired of waiting for more votes. #asj post #I donno what I should tag this as. Campfire story? #creepy story #...this was originally going to be a bit more upbeat and semi-silly but I think I forgot what I was thinking of saying.

[archester-creations]

Rated: T

Pairing: Jaune Arc & Cherry Arc & Cardin Winchester, Jaune Arc/Cardin Winchester (background), Velvet Scarlatina & Cardin Winchester (background)

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: implied past mpreg

It happens while they’re away. Because of course it does. If Cardin was there, it would’ve never happened. (Or it would’ve and Velvet would’ve simply been very sneaky about it.) They’re out on a date. The first they’ve had since Cherry was born six months ago. He’d refuse to admit it, but the only way Jaune had been able to drag Cardin out alone is because of Velvet. There’s no real separation anxiety for either of them because of Velvet. Velvet loves Cherry and vice versa. Besides, the plan is for two hours tops. In reality, it's only an hour. Both are tired, lately. Jaune moreso because of hunting, Cardin fully because of Cherry, who is a joy but is a lot of work and is still being given aura.

When they return home, Velvet smiles at them, Cherry in her arms. Maybe if his brain was firing on all cylinders Cardin would've questioned that smile. It's not rare for Velvet to smile. But it's a half formed thing. Something small and teasing that Cardin had grown to learn meant ‘trouble’ in more senses of the word then he knew existed. That when his sister smiled like that, it meant he'd either lose months off his lifespan or a number of other things. (Money, once, when he had to bail her out of jail. He'd still never gotten the full story for how she'd gotten there. He still wasn't sure he really wanted to know.)

“She said her first word, I'm sorry you guys missed it.” Velvet’s smile turns apologetic as she hands Cherry over to Cardin.

“It's okay, they'll be other firsts,” Jaune says. Though Cardin knows he is disappointed, too. It was only by sheer luck he'd been home the first time she crawled. “I wonder what it was.”

So does Cardin. With Velvet there is really no telling what it was.

Velvet shrugs and that half formed smile forms a little more, so one of her dimples shows, and her eyes shine the way they only do when she knows more than someone else and is trying not to laugh about it, because that would give it away. It makes Cardin suspicious, but his brain refuses to parse what she could've done. Maybe they'll find their sugar and salt swapped. That was something she'd done once, when they were younger. She's not much more mature now. (None of their group is.) "Maybe she'll say it again. Kids tend to repeat their first words a lot."

With that, Velvet leaves. Cardin thanks her again at the door and she says it was nothing, because she loves her niece, and then the door closes and Cardin and Jaune turn curiously to Cherry. Jaune pokes her in the stomach so she giggles.

“So, my little bloom, what’s your first word?” Jaune asks. Cardin nods at her, hoping she will say it for them.

She looks up at both of them with bright, pink eyes, and repeats her first word enthusiastically for her parents. “Fuck!”

Jaune bites his lip so he doesn’t laugh or smile and looks at Cardin out the corner of his eye.

Cardin can feel something inside him crack, like glass. He takes a breath and screams Velvet's name so maybe she can hear him.

(Of course, she does, where she is lingering near some trees close to the cabin. After all, she knew exactly what she was doing while she spent several minutes trying to get Cherry to repeat her.)

Quietly, eloquently, and fittingly if Cardin gets his hands on his sister anytime soon, Cherry says another "fuck".

Jaune nods in agreement.

  Velvet, of course, was truthful when she said Cherry would likely repeat her first word multiple times over the coming weeks.

(And even after she learns more, it’s repeated for all the following years and decades as well.)

#rwby #cherry arc #velvet scarlatina #jaune arc #cardin winchester #archester #second gen rwby #cardin and velvet siblings #writings

[ask-the-yan-fam]

Why hello, this is the massive hc list

Here's some dumb lil' hc's I've created for the trio of siblings while working on the game and asks (bonus Haven bc I love them, they're my favorite child). I might throw these into a separate window so it's easier to find them later on in the blog. -OP

Emma

Emma is a preemie baby, thus she is so tiny at 13 (4"7)

She doesn't remember her parents, or even ever seeing them as a baby

Emma is super smart, she loves coding little pac-man-like games on Scratch

In the future Emma wants to be a police officer/crime scene detective so that she can cover up her brothers' crimes'

If Emma had a Pokemon team she'd have a Jigglypuff, Dratini, Steenie, Espurr and an Eevee

Emma bullies Y/N online on several alt accounts as asked by one of her brothers (Ben)

Emmy loves pink (specifically Cornflower Lilac pink)

Emma has the biggest bedroom since her brothers' wanted her to have it

Emma knows about Ben's and Ray's feelings towards Y/N and usually helps them out with finding any info about Y/N they cannot find themselves

She knows what her brothers' are doing is wrong but doesn't know if she has the power to stop them

Emma isn't a Yandere but is very confused about love

Emma is banned from 4-Chan, Omegle and Twitter

Emma knows she's in a game but her brothers' don't and she thinks its for the best they never do

Emma is willing to bully and scare Y/N just so they are safe

Emma loves doing makeup on her brothers'

She hates centipedes and centipedes only

Emma is 'legally' adopted by Raymond

Emma is aware of other Yandere's from other games but she's too shy to talk or interact with them because she's scared of one of them specifically

Emma loves TUC slated crackers

Y/N and Emma often have day outs together

Emma is best friends with some of Ben's coworkers

Emma is a charmer

Emma doesn't have many friends her age because she looks so little and her brothers' are scary to the other kids

Emma rarely ever gets mad at her siblings

Emma is very shy but feels comfortable around people her brothers' trust (eg. Coworkers, friends and Y/N)

Emma's favorite animal is the pig

Emma loves animal crossing and pokemon

Ben

Benjamin isn't Ben's real name, it's Jack

Ben's name change doesn't have to do anything with gender, it has to do with him hiding away from the law for 'suspicious activities'

Ben has nightmares because of his parents, he often wakes up in tears in the middle of the night and Ray has to come comfort him

Ben has several small burn scars around the back of his neck and has often carved words into his body (specifically Y/N's name)

Ben takes Emma to his job (Club Cupid) very often and lets her sit around in the main office

Ben taught Emma how to be a charmer

Ben is willing to kill Ray for Y/N

If Y/N ever asked Ben to hurt Emma he'd offer to hurt himself or someone else instead

Ben's room is connected to the basement where he keeps a little room just for Y/N

Ben would give Y/N dog relaxants so that they wouldn't be able to run away or even walk

Ben would only give them the relaxants if Y/N was caught trying to run away

Ben and Raymond often have arguments over Y/N and they usually end up with one sneaking cyanide into the others food (or a fight)

Ben is extremely mentally and emotionally manipulative

When Y/N is sleeping, Ben breaks into their bedroom and snuggles up to them

Unlike Raymond, Ben has several friends and is very friendly with everyone

Ben has a burn book like the mean girls obsessed twink he is

If Y/N was sick Ben would literally cry because he'd think they're dying

Ben would take the best care he can of Y/N if they ever got sick (including extra cuddles and being able to sleep upstairs in his bed with him)

If Ben had a theme song it'd be Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber

Ben loves to show his affection towards Y/N in public

Ben snuck a walkie-talkie under Y/N's bed to listen to them sleep

Ben steals Y/N's stuff while they're away or not looking (eg. clothes, toiletries, used straws ect.)

Ben uses his side job as a photographer to be able to take pictures on Y/N without their knowledge

When Ben is caught taking pictures by someone else he says he's a photographer and that Y/N is a model in a photo-shoot right now

Ben is willing to kidnap Y/N if they ever try denying his love for them

Ben is a master cook

Ben is amazing at hiding himself, other people and objects

Ben has a German Shepard called Hades!

Ben's favourite pokemon is Espeon

Raymond

Raymond can and will hurt Y/N if he wanted to, he's not afraid to admit it to anyone

Raymond doesn't have a stable job yet he's a very handy mechanic

Ray's favorite band is Måneskin

Raymond hates his parents, just the thought of someone bringing them up in a conversation puts him into a bad mood

Just like Ben, Raymond is extremely mentally and emotionally manipulative/abusive

Raymond is willing to chop off one of Y/N's limbs as a punishment for running away

Ray is an avid smoker

Raymond loves ropes, they're his favourite

If Y/N ever tried hurting Emma, Raymond would punch them without hesitation

He may not seem like it but Raymond truly and dearly loves Y/N, even if they don't return the feelings back to him

Raymond has a fear of being weak

Raymond is the reason Emma doesn't have any school friends (he accidentally scares them off at pick up)

Raymond has a long history of running away from home when he was a teen

When Ray and Y/N are alone he turns into a cuddly puppy

Raymond is great at parkour and is very strong

Raymond could easily outrun Y/N

Ray isn't the sharpest tool in the shed

Ray has dyslexia

Ray has a little Kuromi keychain that he got from Emma (he keeps it tied to his belt)

Raymond always picks up Emma from school, ironically he's afraid of her getting kidnapped or taken away

Ray is the tallest character from the entire VN (second being Uncle Bear)

Raymond loves to drink

If Y/N ever used drugs of any kind or smoked he'd try convincing them not to do that

Raymond doesn't have friends, well he does have one but he doesn't know if he can call him a friend

Raymond usually takes care of the house chores

Raymond casually follows Y/N everyday, everywhere

If Y/N was ever sick Raymond would have no idea how to help them but he'd still try his best

Raymond would keep Y/N tied to his bed

If Raymond ever had a pokemon team he'd have an Incineroar, Mightyena, Zoroark, Morpeko and an Umbreaon

Raymond is afraid if Y/N ever wanted a child, he's afraid of being a father

If Y/N began stalking Raymond he'd allow them, he thinks it's adorable

Raymond would notice if Y/N began stalking him

Raymond wants to marry Y/N so badly

HAVEN!!

Haven is non-binary

Haven is the name they were given as a child (they think the name is really cool and suits them)

Haven's mum passed away a few years back when they were little

Haven is Y/N's cousin

Y/N and Haven are childhood best friends

Haven has a cat allergy yet despite that they still want a cat

Haven's favourite band is Baby Metal

Haven has a crush on a girl from their science class

Haven despises Raymond and Ben but doesn't mind Emmy

Haven is an only child

Haven's favourite colour is brown

#yandere #yandere ask blog #yandere blog #yandere oc #ask blog #original character #oc #ask me anything #male yandere #headcanon #headcanon list #list

[just-some-random-blogger]

meow meow, good evening or morning. it must be 22:12 in your timezone though. 'cos i didnt watch it' no way you haven't watched hotd sis.... 'i tried watching doctor who with my mom' omg i see i see. i tried to watch it YEARS ago when my english was even worse than now and it was quiet an expirience... 'so i just didnt watch it' so you know what you need to do yeah ;;) 'are you faulting him for that ?' nooooo?? why'd you think that of me TT i was merely pointing the detail that broke my heart TT where is an accusation?? where do you see it?? if i mock a person, i say it straightforward. '😡😡😡👿👿👿🤬🤬🤬👹👹👹👺👺👺 here you go' thanks. that's me when you say i'm faulting this pretty boy with glossy eyes. 'im shocked you send me a lot of asks' does it bother you? 'praying for myslef' praying for you, catmom 'i meant im good at math (cos i am) but as a bad person at math ??' *suspicious emojis pls ty* understand. my math teacher sent me to take a part in a math competition and i was like ??? girl i'm a linguist ?? tha fact this word have 1 similar letter with 'math' doesn't mean anything ?? so yeah. relate. 'i have starrted writing the witch prompt' OMGOMG are you kidding ofc i'll read it!!!!! i'm excited!! you know i can wait for a lifetime (FHDHDKSO YES) for your works!! take your time, enjoy the process, eat the rich!! giving you good luck through a forehead kiss<з 'A THOUSAND CHICKS' srry i had 2 options in mind and forgot to edit it. 'dude cant understand english' maybe you need to repeat it in high valyrian hsksha no but i think he wouldn't be bothered by a scandal? more like his brother being upset? but i see viserys and reader being these 2 elder siblings or the mom friends that are 'oh this prick made it again' 'yea he did' 'great' 'go calm him down' 'why me?' 'you're his wife' a VERY heavy sigh 'I WANT TO MAKE IT ANGSTY SO BAD' girl you're kidding.... no but i just recalled what i've been thinking of. NO. a better thought. daemon takes reader to the Red Keep again, not for the first time. they're in the hall (idk it's name but where the feast was). reader's going through the doors and it hits daemon so much. like he has a big flashback from the day they were betrothed/get married and he instantly gets on one knee saying 'marry me, for real'. probably viserys and aemma, maybe someone else who was in the room are stunned. including reader who doesn't understand what's going on. maybe she's already told him about this magic thing, maybe he's had some memories recalled due but yes. just a thought that popped out in my head. for some reason i also think he'd be offended if reader called him anything else but 'husband' in high valyrian. also about that thought with aemond collecting historical myths and rumors, little number of facts. i see him observing the relationship between his professor and daemon closely, although he's hurt to see it. he just look at them trying to assure himself 'no way these are truth' but also somewhat liking feeling this way? not exactly in a masochistic way but he likes babying his pain? hard to explain. just the need to express his feelings in a harmless way and to pity himself. whale aegon just walks away in such a situation. bc "do you love me?" issues. i have a feeling that you'd disagree on this. it's ok. it's just a lot of thoughts that just exist in my head. while i have these, i also can imagine aemond freaking out and going feral when daemon visits the museum for the 10th time a week. thanks for reading this!! love you!! wait for anything you have for us!! take care <з

MING MING

LOOK AT THIS AETHLETIC KITTY!!!!

meow meow, good evening or morning. it must be 22:12 in your timezone though.

idk i went to sleep before 10 so lol HAHAAHAH

'cos i didnt watch it' no way you haven't watched hotd sis....

GIRL I MEANT GAME OF THRONES 😡😡😡😡

'i tried watching doctor who with my mom' omg i see i see. i tried to watch it YEARS ago when my english was even worse than now and it was quiet an expirience...

HAHAHHHHAHAHHAAH subtitles man, we both need subtitles, God bless subtitles

'so i just didnt watch it' so you know what you need to do yeah ;;)

i- what? HAHAHA ??? ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

'are you faulting him for that ?' nooooo?? why'd you think that of me TT i was merely pointing the detail that broke my heart TT where is an accusation?? where do you see it?? if i mock a person, i say it straightforward.

'😡😡😡👿👿👿🤬🤬🤬👹👹👹👺👺👺 here you go' thanks. that's me when you say i'm faulting this pretty boy with glossy eyes.

HAHHAHAAHHAHAH

'im shocked you send me a lot of asks' does it bother you?

no 🤨🤬 are we gonna go through this again? you're not a bother

'praying for myslef' praying for you, catmom

'i meant im good at math (cos i am) but as a bad person at math ??' *suspicious emojis pls ty*

HAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨😕😕😕😕🧐🧐🧐🧐🙄🙄🙄🙄😪😪😪🤥🤥🤥🤥 HAAHAHAH idk if the others as sus but i added them anyway AHHHAHAHAHA

understand. my math teacher sent me to take a part in a math competition and i was like ??? girl i'm a linguist ?? tha fact this word have 1 similar letter with 'math' doesn't mean anything ?? so yeah. relate.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH IT HAS 1 SIMILAR LETTER WITH MATHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH DYING. that just means ur teacher knows ur smart <3

'i have starrted writing the witch prompt' OMGOMG are you kidding ofc i'll read it!!!!! i'm excited!!

you know i can wait for a lifetime (FHDHDKSO YES) for your works!! take your time, enjoy the process, eat the rich!! giving you good luck through a forehead kiss<з

T_T 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 for a second there i thought you were talkin about the modern!daemon au (cos wait for a lifetime AHAHHAHA) and i was about to say im excited to write that too but i have not started. but i am so honored you would say this T_T thank you lovie <3 <3 <3 AND EAT THE RICH???? HAHAHHAHAH SO TRUE BUT SO OFF TANGENT????? HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

'A THOUSAND CHICKS' srry i had 2 options in mind and forgot to edit it.

HAHHAHA NO it was just so funny HAHHHAH

'dude cant understand english' maybe you need to repeat it in high valyrian hsksha no but i think he wouldn't be bothered by a scandal? more like his brother being upset?

so true so real dude could literally not give less of a shit. there could be an untrue viscous rumour about him going around and he's make it real for shits and giggles T_T a menace T_T no wonder why his brother's hair whiteHAHHHAH

but i see viserys and reader being these 2 elder siblings or the mom friends that are 'oh this prick made it again' 'yea he did' 'great' 'go calm him down' 'why me?' 'you're his wife' a VERY heavy sigh

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NAUR THATS

'I WANT TO MAKE IT ANGSTY SO BAD' girl you're kidding....

no i want to kill them HAHAHH 😈😈😈😈 either literally of emotionally im not sure yet

no but i just recalled what i've been thinking of. NO. a better thought. daemon takes reader to the Red Keep again, not for the first time. they're in the hall (idk it's name but where the feast was). reader's going through the doors and it hits daemon so much.

BAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBEEEEE YOU JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL IM KIND OF ANNOYED THAT YOU THINK JUST LIKE ME BECAUSE I WAS PLANNING TO DO SMTH LIKE THIS AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE BUT YOU THOUGHT OF IT yeah i could just pretend that you didnt just say almost the exact idea in my head BUT COME ON THATS CRAZY OUR BRAINS SO IN SYNC!!!?!?!??!!?

like he has a big flashback from the day they were betrothed/get married and he instantly gets on one knee saying 'marry me, for real'.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 he's such a simp for that and i love it T_T i love it so much

probably viserys and aemma, maybe someone else who was in the room are stunned. including reader who doesn't understand what's going on. maybe she's already told him about this magic thing, maybe he's had some memories recalled due but yes. just a thought that popped out in my head.

T_T NAUR THIS IS SO JUICY I LOVE IT THE DRAMA THE EVERYTHING DO YOU WANT A SPOILER the more people in daemon's life become ok with him and yn, the more people in yn's life become less ok (as in im going to add a past lover A PAST LOVER WINK WINK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAAHAHHAAHHA) shhhhh i will not clarify i didnt say that

for some reason i also think he'd be offended if reader called him anything else but 'husband' in high valyrian.

[scoffs] simp

also about that thought with aemond collecting historical myths and rumors, little number of facts. i see him observing the relationship between his professor and daemon closely, although he's hurt to see it. he just look at them trying to assure himself 'no way these are truth' but also somewhat liking feeling this way? not exactly in a masochistic way but he likes babying his pain? hard to explain. just the need to express his feelings in a harmless way and to pity himself.

no i agree aemond would 100% do his darndness to make sense of it all. i have to say i disagree with this one a bit (and not at all aegons) i think aemond may want to feel the pain as a reminder of the fact he is not yn's beloved, i dont think he likes it T_T he may want to keep feeling it as a reminder but at his core he's just sad T_T

whale aegon just walks away in such a situation. bc "do you love me?" issues. i have a feeling that you'd disagree on this. it's ok. it's just a lot of thoughts that just exist in my head.

T_T AWWWW WAIT UR SO RIGHT T_T THATS SO SAD AEGON AEGON PLS LOOK AT ME I LOVE YOU

while i have these, i also can imagine aemond freaking out and going feral when daemon visits the museum for the 10th time a week.

aemond be like "why are you in my house T_T' daemon be like '??? this is an office? in a museum ?? funded by the government ??? which basically means me ??'

thanks for reading this!! love you!! wait for anything you have for us!! take care <з

im luv u thank you for sending me the messages to begin with <3 <3

xxx

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #daemon x reader #modern!daemon nonnie

[rifasya]

Reclaiming My Peace

Hi, Allah. Hi, Universe! It is Sunday (15/10) at 07.31 in the morning here as I begin sharing this story. This might take a bit to complete because I've got a busy day ahead with plenty on my agenda today.

Waking up on this Sunday morning, couldn't help but feel a bit empty. I can't stand this kind of mood.

Well, here goes the story. I have been getting close to a guy named Lino for about a month now. We initially crossed paths on the Clubhouse app in the house of Kelana.

I don't know much about this guy, to be honest. He was the one who reached out to me first romantically and shared some bits about himself. He mentioned that he lost his dad a couple of years ago, he dropped out of Bandung Technology Institute (ITB), and later graduated from Art Jakarta Institute (IKJ) with a degree in visual communication design. He also opened up about his past, saying he had some struggles with addiction and went through drug rehabilitation back in the day.

There was absolutely zero initial attraction to this guy in the first place. I didn't feel any chemistry whatsoever, mainly because he overshared his negative habits, like daily alcohol consumption and other things I'd rather not mention but can remember quite vividly.

I remember it clearly, during our third private room chat on Clubhouse, he dropped the bombshell that he liked me. I was genuinely shocked and thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. In our fourth conversation, he even pushed me to say that I felt the same way, but I couldn't because that wasn't how I felt about him at the time.

Bela, a bestie whom I met on Clubhouse, pointed out that he went overboard with expressing love right from the start. Regrettably, I fell for all his sweet talk. I can't argue her on this.

If someone were to ask me what I like the most about him, I'd say his openness (even though I'm aware that he's also a liar, a really terrible one). He wouldn't hold back when it comes to sharing his feelings during the times we're not in contact.

For example, he'd say things like how he keeps an eye on my Clubhouse activity, even late at night, just to see when I sign off from the app. He also revealed that he confessed his feelings to his mom about liking a Rifa, a government employee working in the Presidential Palace environment.

It might seem like a rather nonsensical and quirky reason to like someone, doesn't it? I know, I know.

Anyway, he asked me for a favor two days ago on Friday (13/10). Guess what? He borrowed Rp180,000 from me, urgently needing the money to purchase a roaming cellphone package since his m-banking app got accidentally blocked.

It did strike me as a bit suspicious. I mean, why couldn't he just borrow the money from his coworkers who live in the same apartment building as he does, instead of coming to me?

I did ask him the same question though. He explained that everyone was at the bar because it was the weekend. I trusted him and went ahead, sending the money to that 'seller' (I'm not entirely sure if it's real or I'm just being fooled).

Hello again. Today is Tuesday (17/10) at 11.13 am. Apparently, it took me two freaking days to finish this story hehe.

Btw, after I sent the money everything seemed to fall back into place. Our playful conversations resumed, and he was his usual playful self, showering me with attention, etc. Before he went to bed, he even said he'd make an Instagram account for me so we could keep in touch there. And that was it. That was our very last conversation.

Later on Saturday (14/10) night at around 08.30 in the evening, I tried to get in touch with him. I waved at him on Clubhouse, he didn't accept the wave. I made a second attempt around 11.00 pm, but he didn't respond to that one either.

On Sunday evening, I held my breath that he'd accept my wave and had some talks with me. Yes, I waved at him again, this time twice at night when I noticed he was online on the platform. And yes once again, I got nothing.

I thought he could’ve been just explained things to me. I thought he could’ve been opened up about what was bothering him recently, particularly right after I sent the money. I thought, at the very least, he could’ve been just given me some clarity, or a proper closure.

Unmasking Deceit

Bela was right, I eventually happened to fall for his bullshits. That was the fact that I really hate. Falling for a man's sweet talks? Nah, that's just not like me at all. I need to find myself again.

I came across an idea to do a background check on him. Out of curiosity, I dared myself to check his mobile phone number through the Get Contact app. There, I managed to uncover his real name.

I discovered many different aliases associated with him on the app. But what caught my attention was the fact that he had deleted around 197 saved names. That seemed quite suspicious, I must say.

It almost feels like I've become a part of the HR team, given that I went a step further and looked up his full name on the Ministry of Education and Culture's website. In this digital age, many people and companies use online resources to verify the accuracy of resumes, to make sure the information is truthful, right?

Anyway, I was deeply shocked that he never went to ITB or didn't even graduate from IKJ. I mean, he was studying visual communication design, but from another college. He didn’t even graduate from that college either. Doesn't he even think that people might figure out the truth about him so easily in this digital era?!

You know what? I also found out that his mom passed away in December last year. It is puzzling because he used to mention his mom regularly during our conversations.

Little imbecile bastard.

I know his real name is not Lino. I assumed he named himself after a punk rock band or song. Whatever.

I also found it quite funny that he claimed to be on an eight-month business trip in India when, at one point, he sent me a screenshot of his mobile phone and the clock in the top left corner displayed the same time zone as Indonesia. Lol. Go fuck yourself.

One thing that truly upsets me is why on earth he didn't have genuine intentions toward me or maybe with anyone else? Is it that hard for him to just have pure intentions to everyone? Like, please stop shitting people.

On another note, I still think that I don't deserve to be treated like this, yet I still think that we could’ve been just maintained a friendship.

I must be out of my mind. But I genuinely wish him a good life. I hope he finds a stable and fulfilling job that enables him to better take care of himself and his siblings or any remaining family members. I hope he will meet a wonderful woman to share his life with. I hope he is surrounded by good people in his social circle. All of this, simply because I know exactly how it feels to lose a God-sent mother.

Nevertheless, I keep believing that Allah SWT will always protect and accompany me in every step I take, on every occasion in my life, and in every breath I breathe. That's why I'm living a truly good life He gave me right now ♡

[anonanimal]

witch from mercury thoughts ep 13 & 14

new opening and ending are so good. new opening wasn't very gay but the ending has the kiss fake-out and the very deliberate hand-holding. the way they slowly curl their fingers at the same time is interesting hmmm

delling in a coma...miorine held for questioning...miorine alone with prospera... i don't like that shit at all STAY AWAY FROM HER

suletta trying to comfort lilique by saying she and aerial will protect her, and her trying to give nika the "advice" of move forward, gain two were creepy as fuck, suletta baby i need you to get a grip

i think suletta challenged them to a duel because she thinks that's how things work, because she's that naive, and it's lucky for her and nika that that was exactly the right thing to say to sophie

norea and el5n's eyes being the exact same light green color, and that little comment he made about her eyes reminding him of someone else (el4n i assumed) makes me wonder.....

the way sophie recited miorine's info, seems like it was something she'd memorized for the mission

aERIal REAL!!!!!! and even though it was implied from the start, prospera revealing it was still pretty horrible. illustrated by belmeria trying not to throw up. sophie's death was horrible. everything is so horrible oh god. so. i guess sophie calling suletta big sister wasn't totally wrong, just that suletta's actually the little sister

so earth just has a surplus of orphans to do whatever with, huh. slaves, terrorists, surgically altered spies, you name it

i'm sure what shaddiq has told norea and sophie their mission is and what shaddiq is actually trying to accomplish are not the same. he wanted them to show up at the school partly to keep suspicion off of him and make all this look like terrorist attacks totally not orchestrated by spacians

these children taking over their parents' companies...lauda and miorine > the roy children. since they're minor children i expect there to be real adults running the show even if they're nominally ceos by weird space company law, would love to see this. i mean we know children really can have companies in their own names, albeit with adult help, probably more than they realized (gund-arm inc), because for the elites everything is a game, but even so, surely companies like those in the benerit group are too important to let children do ceo things

soo extremely fucked and chilling, the shot of benerit group ships heading to earth to start their war on terror

i need the earth house kids to get out of this alive please sunrise please i'll never ask for anything again. martin turned nika in right? that's why he was standing with his back against the wall clutching his phone? they would have shown up anyway to question everyone in earth house but the way they ask for nika...martin turned her in. and he doesn't know the details of everything so i'm sure he thinks the destruction caused by sophie and norea could have been prevented if he'd turned nika in before. poor martin :(

people repeatedly projecting onto suletta and being disappointed is so sad. 3lan thinks she might be an enhanced human like him, nika thinks she might be an orphan like her, sophie thinks suletta is the thrill she's been looking for. does miorine ever project her desires onto suletta? i think there have been times she wants to but she's too cynical and suspicious to let that part of her win. basically mirroring anthy and utena

i love/hate this classic gundam plot of "protagonists fighting for their lives on the wrong side of history" always a bad time

^love that this person made this connection with suletta calling her mother a magician

since aERIal is confirmed we have to start speculating again about where suletta came from. i'm betting cloned from ericht. i'm supposing right now that ericht died from effects of interfacing with the gundam very soon after the incident. so if the incident was 21 years ago, and suletta is 17, it took about four years for the successful ericht clone to be "born." can you imagine doing science experiments on the remains of your young child for four years. no wonder elnora is so fucked up

#gundamposting