#he cant afford to be weak and vulnerable

[falling-star-cygnus]

y'all were so sweet about Duckie Deer!! im like- crying, im so happy y'all liked it :D

without further ~ado~ here's pt.2!

{His chest hurt.}

{Alastor would never admit it, how the constant tug kept a persistent ache all the way to the back of his throat. He couldn't afford to be seen as anything less then what he's portrayed himself as to his friends the rest of the hotel's residents}

{The Radio Demon was not weak.}

{Unfortunately, Alastor's embarrassing little tumble into the micro King of Hell's staff had aggravated the gash an... unprecedented amount. He needed to retreat, lick his wounds before making his daily appearance.}

{His new rubber duck stared him down from it's perch above his fireplace. It's gaze was... eerily judgmental for an inanimate toy}

{Alastor turned the thing around}

{Clearing his throat, and maybe feeling a bit silly at his actions, the Radio Demon takes care of his hinderance as quickly and effectively as he can. Which was... less effective then he'd prefer. But there's little to be done about holy injuries.}

{He snaps his fingers to get his attire back into place as a somewhat hesitant knock fills the once trembling air}

{Perfect timing, Alastor thinks. He expects it to be Charlie on the other side, or maybe Husker given the reluctant tapping on the wood. He should really apologize to that cat}

{He's not expecting it to be Lucifer}

"Well, this is a surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of having the shortest king in Hell at my doorway?"

{Predictably, Lucifer rises to the bait without fail. His angry sputtering is hilarious in his own right, and a welcome distraction to the pinch in the deer's side}

"I will have you know I am a decent height. You are just abnormally tall!"

{Alastor blinks slowly, tilting his head in that condescending way that he knows to irritate even the most level headed of sinners. Now if only he could find a way to prevent his ears from canting with it. Infernal things.}

"Of course, your highness-" "Lucifer." "Yo- hm?"

{The Radio Demon's sarcastic quip dies before reaching fruition, caught off guard by the sudden interruption}

"Talking in the third person now, your royal shortness?" "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

{Alastor's sardonic grin is enough of an answer}

"Ugh- No. Just call me Lucifer. It feels weird having one of Charlie's friends call me by my title."

{Friends. There's that word again. Alastor doesn't do friends, he refuses to lower himself to that standard. It doesn't matter that he nearly died for them. That he might still die for them, if he can't sort his current hinderance out. It doesn't matter that he might find their presence enjoyable entertaining from time to time. It doesn't matter that he'd do it again}

{His stay at this hotel is far from permanent.}

"Alastor?" "Yes, your majesty?"

{The wendigo snaps back to the conversation, barely aware of how deeply he had sunk into his own head. Lucifer's face twitches with annoyance}

{Good, Alastor thinks. This conversation was dredging somewhere far too vulnerable}

"Stubborn ass- hey, why's your duck turned around?"

{The sudden shift in the conversation nearly gives Alastor whiplash, leaving Lucifer an opening to bully his way inside the room. Not like it took much of it, all things considered, the wendigo had flinched away from his probing hands like a doe at footsteps}

{His bite-sized majesty examines the red and black duck, looking confused at why the little thing was facing the wall; either blissfully ignorant or thankfully unwilling to acknowledge how he got in. Alastor's ears pin back before he can stop them}

"It was looking at me weird."

{He hadn't meant to say that.}

{Lucifer stares at him blankly for what feels like hours. The deer braces himself for whatever insult the king will throw at him with the ammo he had just carelessly provided}

"You feel it too!?"

{What.}

"Like- they're so judgmental looking for having such happy faces!"

{The red duck is hardly happy looking in the first place! At least to Alastor. More… akin to cheerfully mournful}

“I didn’t do anything to it. If that’s what you were thinking-”

{Wrong thing to say, Lucifer winces and cuts himself off. The screech of feedback only further proves that he had planted seeds of paranoia in the already skittish Radio Demon. Fast blooming seeds}

{Damnit}

“What did you say?” “Ok- ok, i shouldn’t have said that- But really it’s just a normal rubber duck-! That switches hands! You liked that part, remember?”

{Maybe if he talks fast enough he can smooth this over before Alastor lashes out}

{He really should’ve known better}

{Lucifer lets Alastor prowl closer and snatch the duck from his hands. Close but not touching. His smile is fraught, held up by mere threads that Lucifer can’t see}

“Really, your highness? Resorting to monitoring me. And here I nearly took your ‘gift’ as a gesture of good will. My mistake.” “It was a gesture of good will!”

{Alastor scoffs in disbelief, his voice heavily distorted by radio transmissions as his red sclera turns black}

{The poor rubber duck wheezes pitifully under the force of the wendigo’s slowly crushing grip. Oddly enough, it seems to capture the Radio Demon’s full attention. His grip on the little thing softens, a conflicted expression flitting over his face as the duck returns to its normal shape}

{Lucifer feels emboldened when he realizes why, near giddy if he was being completely transparent. He grabs both of the deer’s lower arms, ignoring the screech of static}

“I swear on Charlie, it’s just a normal rubber duck.”

{Alastor falters, ears twitching back as he subconsciously wrests for control of them. Lucifer would never bet his precious daughter if he wasn’t being completely honest about this and they both know it}

“…That switches hands.”

{The royal armrest beams at the response. Alastor immediately regrets giving him an out. It does get Lucifer to let go of his arms, though, so- small heh victories.}

“Exactly, I knew you liked that part!”

{The wendigo rolls his eyes fondly. Things seem blurry as he fixes the little thing back into its place, properly surveying the room this time. His blinks feel sticky, like something was forcing the deer out of his head. Vaguely, he can make out Lucifer's jumbled words}

"Alastor?"

{Get a grip, Alastor scolds himself. His breaths feel like they're coming in through a whistle. They squeak like it too, much to his horror}

{The Radio Demon's knee buckles}

"Alastor!"

{A cool, smooth hand blocks his head from hitting the corner of his shelf. It's almost disturbing how quickly the deer loses his dignity and falls into it}

{One little stumble, a single trip in the carefully crafted pace he had set for himself and his whole visage crumbled. In front of the king of hell no less!}

{Still... Alastor can't help but feel a little grateful that it's not Charlie. For some reason, worrying the princess makes the ache in his chest seem small in comparison}

{The deer demon comes to laid up in his bed, coat missing. Panic builds up in throat; what happened? Why was he partially undressed? He was talking with the king of hell and then... and then what?}

{Alastor feels- ugh feels- strangely nothing as he pushes himself up. No tightening, no pinch in his throat, no... pain?}

{His comforter slips down to pool around his waist, the heady panic he had been trying to stave off reaching a fever pitch as he realizes his shirt is unbuttoned. All his scars on display}

{Except... fresh, clean bandages hug his exposed torso; they obscure anything that might be even slightly revealing and that... eases the wendigo somewhat. He's not in pain, he's covered, he's safe}

"You're awake!"

{Lucifer doesn't recall there being a turntable in the room. And then he realizes the record scratch came from the Radio Demon}

"Wow, you really make... just a bunch of weird sounds, don't you?" "Why, whatever do you mean?"

{Deflect, deflect, deflect-}

"Are we really going to pretend like you didn't just nearly die right now? I was- Charlie could've gotten worried, you know!"

{Alastor's ears pin back, warning static beginning to fill the room as the shadows thrash on the walls}

"She doesn't know, of course. I figured you wouldn't... appreciate that. It was the least I could do after-" "What do you want." "Pardon?"

{The deer glares at Lucifer. His smile aches and pulls at the corners uncomfortably. Shoving himself to his feet- hooves, his boots have been removed- Alastor leans down to Lucifer's level}

"Do you really think me so naïve as to believe you did this for no other reason then the peace of mind of your child? What. Do. You. Want-"

{He barely jerks back fast enough to avoid the white duck thrust at his nose. It's a little rendition of the king himself, complete with a top hat and six little pairs of wings. The wendigo blinks}

"Am I a storage unit to you?" "Do you want the duck to stop looking judgmental?"

{Alastor puts the duck on his shelf}

{Embarrassingly, he only then thinks to fix his improper state of dress. With a snap, the Radio Demon clears his throat}

"If that is all, neither of us will speak of this-"

{Lucifer acts on instinct, catching the suddenly fatigued deer with a hand around his waist. And then he promptly bluescreens.}

{One. hand. One hand! Around the whole thing! He knew Alastor was somewhat emaciated just from when he was fixing the holy wound on his chest- seriously, why did he keep that a secret, but this was whole other ballpark!}

"Uh... we gotta stop parting ways like this." "I completely agree."

{The deer melts into shadows again, but unlike last time doesn't reappear anywhere in the room. Lucifer can't help the twinge of worry annoyance that sparks up in his chest}

{Seriously, he had just warned that guy that using his power so soon would- ooh.}

{He didn't mention that part, did he?}

#y'all thought i wouldn't bring the finale into this #sorry it’s a little late #pt 3? #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanfiction #duckiedeer #appleradio #radioapple #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor

[caffinedragon]

He knows what happened, he just doesn't feel like anyone would care.

This is a little long but it has been bothering me after i have seen several posts on how Halsin didn't realize what happened to him in the Underdark.

I have a different opinion:

Have people ever considered that Halsin talks that way about his trauma because of how little he believes people would care, and not that he doesn't understand what happened to him?

Now, I am speaking from my own personal experience as someone who has faced a lot of trauma(Nothing sexual thankfully) and who has been put in a semi leadership adjacent position during or after experiencing it, and let me tell ya, you quickly learn how much of a one sided affair that is.

From a young age I ended up being the person everybody in my friend group came to for advice and help, something I had taken pride in. However, I wouldn't realize how lonely that was until I was in my early 20's when the first time I tried to reach out for a fraction of that help I gave out back I got a response along the lines of, "Your life is so much better than mine, what do you need help for?"

And do you know what that does to someone?

I will tell ya.

You shut the fuck down.

You feel like you don't have the right to reach out for help.

Your the strong one.

Your the one everybody needs to look up to.

Your the one everyone believes is unshakable.

You don't need help.

You can do this all on your own.

Sound Familiar?

I am not in the camp that he doesn't understand what happened to him.

It's been 200 years at least and he didn't live most of his life in a society with social rules, forced power dynamics and complex politics and gender norms.

He knows what happened to him was horrific and wrong.

He knows how nature works. He studies it.

I doubt he is ignorant of the fact that the mind and body can operate separately.

He wouldn't be able to control his wild shape otherwise.

He tells you how he feared for his life and wanted to escape.

He explains how he was biding his time in order to survive.

Ever hear of undercover agents getting too deep and forgetting they were undercover?

But, despite this, he has also been around people long enough to notice how people might perceive his story.

he has interacted with people long enough to know that not everyone would be understanding.

I firmly believe that he talks the way he does about his trauma because he knows how people not only react to his physical appearance, but how they view him as this wise and strong unbreakable leader.

He said it himself, "People who see someone my size don't think i can get hurt or have feelings."

He talks like that about it because he has been made to feel that no one would care if he actually broke down.

To be able to do that, you need to trust the other person not to judge you or blow you off.

It puts you in an incredibly vulnerable position.

A vulnerable position Halsin couldn't really afford to put himself in due to everything that happened after.

Unless you have been in that position, you have no idea how scary that is.

And the only way to change that, is to find someone or someones, that allow you to be weak in front of them without judgement.

Which, even in this day and age, is very hard to do.

I am lucky that i have my best friend of 30+ years who let me realize that i had someone i could be weak in front of.

Halsin doesn't have and i think has ever had someone to be weak in front of by the time of the start of the game.

I know how hard it was to let my walls down at 36.

I cant imagine how hard that would be at 350.

If he can at all.

tl;dr: Halsin knows what happened to him was awful and horrific. He just believes no one would care if he spoke about it seriously because "People believe someone my size cant get hurt or have feelings."

#halsin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 halsin #being the strong one is a trap #being the strong one is lonely #Halsin needs someone he can be weak around. #let Halsin be weak

[rabiesram]

Ullr is such a dude he just goes "i wont show any weakness i cant afford to let myself be vulnerable" but will melt if Ratoo scratches his chin and purr like a fucking motor

[genneey47]

Bakugo Katsuki as Eight, from Sleeping at Last.

Now you won’t see all that I have to lose and all that I’ve lost in the fight to protect it

Katsuki never lets anyone in. I mean never. So it takes everyone forever to get close to him. Katsuki never had any friends and it’s become apparent to him as all of his lackeys leave him when he starts high school. He never made the effort to connect with them so they were never really friends. They just wanted protection from him by him.

I won’t let you in, I swore never again, I can’t afford, no I refuse to be rejected

Bakugo sees connections as liabilities. And since he never had true friends since Midoryia he doesn’t want to be rejected again. He never wants to be in a fake friendship or even relationship again. That’s why he hides how much he actually cares about people because he sees his feelings towards them as a weakness that can lead to his demise.

I’m standing guard, I’m falling apart, all I want is to trust you, Show me how to lay my sword down, For long enough to let you through

Eights are highly protective and once your in their walls they will never let anything happen to you. Katsuki is very protective over his friends and that’s why you start seeing him slowly becoming more personable and caring in his own way. He secretly wants to have friends and have people to trust and trust him, he’s just scared of hurting them. He saw Midoryia’ scaring nature as a weakness and didn’t know how to handle it since his mom never showed her love in a caring way.

I’m all in, palms out, I’m at your mercy now and I’m ready to begin, I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in

If you show katsuki that he is strong even with friends and partners he will literally be invincible. And to improve his weaknesses. It’s a test of strength to let people in so if he does let you in, that’s the strongest he can ever be.

And I will pull my whole heart up to the surface, For the innocent, for the vulnerable, And I’ll show up on the front lines with a purpose

All he really wants is someone to love him for him. And when he receives love and finally accepts it he will literally never let that person go. He will fight for them forever and forever.

Bakugo Katsuki is an eight and you cant change my mind

#Youtube

[coelakanths]

aphmaus biggest narrative fuckup was not giving us the zenix garroth fight scene

#WHERE IS IT APHMAU. HAND IT OVER. #listen listen listen to me #iiiiii #god. #they were so close. so recently divided and garroth is denying any of it ever happened #bc he loves zenix! thats like his son right there. he wouldnt do that. he wouldnt shoot him #and then he comes back and everything goes so horribly wrong #and garroth has no choice but to hurt him #and the worst lart is that they Know each other. they know each others weaknesses bc they could afford to be vulnerable #garroth wouldnt use that against him. he cares too much to #but zenix? who has had everything stripped away from him? who has now died and become a shadow knight known for lack of impulse control? #hes been harboring a bloodlust for years and garroth is the first person he sees. he cant stop himself from throwing salt into the wound #by ripping off his helmet. #i just. guys. GUYS #q dicit

[losingface-mp3]

analysis of eight by sleeping at last and how it relates to aliveburs character

sorry its not super good, i hadnt done this is a while and this is a few months old, just figures i should post it here

I remember the minute It was like a switch was flipped -wilbur snapping at tommy when he lead schlatt to pogtopia, seemed out of nowhere at the time I was just a kid who grew up strong enough To pick this armor up -he had the charisma and the people to start a nation with violence, but was against it, he didnt want to stoop to dream's level And suddenly it fit -when he came into power God, that was so long ago, long ago, long ago I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive -looking back and thinking how stupid he mustve been to try and run a nation with words And I grew up too quick -was given power before he learned that violence was a necessary evil Now you won't see all that I have to lose -he cant let go of his power, even in pogtopia, when everyone is supposed to be equal, you can see how he takes up a leader-like role And all I've lost in the fight to protect it -canon lives, allies, friendships, his son, ect. I won't let you in, I swore never again -trusted schlatt to vouch for them, but just used them to get on the server to try and get his own power, what if techno does the same thing? I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected -'if i cant have Manberg, no one can have Manberg I want to break these bones 'til they're better -he believes that violence solves problems I want to break them right and feel alive -self destructive tendencies and poor coping mechanisms, even before pogtopia, he didnt have anyone to vent to, sure he would smoke with big Q but even then he couldnt tell him everything because he was convinced that it was a weakness. he would yell and lash out at people ruin relationships, ect. You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong My healing needed more than time -likely something philza said to him as a kid, his dad always said things when he didnt understand the full story, he called him a terrorist only to do the same thing 2 months later When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things I see the familiar -not only is this how he sees himself, but how he sees the people around him, babying fundy, 'you will never be president tommy', 'are you saying i shouldnt do this because of niki?' I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too Now I'm a broken mirror -reflecting on who he used to be, but also showing how hes become the tyrant he promised to bring to justice, a warped version of all the people he hates I can't afford to let myself be blindsided I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart -he cant let anyone else take advantage of him, so he pushes the people he trusts away so they dont get close enough to betray him And all I want is to trust you Show me how to lay my sword down For long enough to let you through -he wants to trust tommy, he wants to trust the people he loves, but he's scared that without his power he'll be the reason everything and everyone he loves will be taken from him Here I am, pry me open What do you want to know? -talking to tommy and tubbo about how he doesnt care, he will blow up manberg, almost hoping to be asked why, again, there was no one to vent to I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough To hold the door shut -ghostbur talked about how alivebur cried a lot during his presidency and how he wasnt nearly as calm or confident as he let on And bury my innocence -he became callused and more distant from the people he cares about But here's a map, here's a shovel Here's my Achilles' heel -he became dream's vassal, he gave dream exactly what he needed to weaken their shared enemies and himself, and was fully aware that dream knew this too I'm all in, palms out I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin -more about being dreams vassal, how he cant step out now I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in -he has cut his emotional ties with l'manberg, it isnt his lmanberg anymore, he's fucked and he will not go down without a fight I'ma shake the ground with all my might And I will pull my whole heart up to the surface For the innocent, for the vulnerable And I'll show up on the front lines with a purpose -he understands that he's become a bad person and he doesnt care but he knows he should so he goes into batle, knowing it would be his last, and hes content with that fact, its for the best And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat -he will make sure that he, and manberg, are dead An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again -he knows people will be upset, but theyll be crying for who he used to be, not who he is now Invincible like I've never been -he goes into war with the same air hes had everytime, still acting like he's invincable, like hes at the top of everything, but this time his confidence comes from him knowing that either way, no matter what he does, he will be dead by the end of it all

#dsmp #dream smp #vilbur #wilbur soot #alivebur #pogtopia #tommyinnit #eight sleeping at last #lmanberg #lmanburg #manberg #manburg #song analysis #? i guess

[kickasskody]

                          DAKOTA ‘ kody ’ PIERCE, a character study.  “just because i cannot see it, doesn’t mean i cannot believe it.” -- jack skellington

Character’s full name: dakota pierce Reason for name and/or meaning of name: kody’s parents met and fell in love in north dakota, and decided to name their son after the great state 💖 Character’s nickname: kody Reason for nickname: in middle school, kody didn’t think the name dakota was cool. but the name kody, the most generic white boy name ever , was definitely cool Birth date: december 13th, 2002. baby sagittarius 

Physical appearance Faceclaim: austin abrams Gender: cis male Height: 5″8 #shortking Build: scrawny boy body. looks like he couldn’t lift more than 30 pounds... PSYCH!!! he’s a vampire so he can actually lift several hundred pounds 🤪🤪🤪 Eye color: blue with little dark green specks Glasses or contacts?: not with that snazzy 4k vampire sight !! Distinguishing marks/scars: funny little frecklescape on his back that looks like this emoji 😦 Hair color: dirty blonde Type of hair: type 1, aka straight hair Hairstyle: gets up out of bed, looks in mirror. maybe tussles it a little bit. thats it Physical disabilities: none Mental disabilities: adhd Clothing style: sweaters sweaters sweaters. striped sweaters ( because the best time to wear one is all the time ), disney sweaters, sweaters with dogs on them. white collared shirts to go underneath most of them. denim jackets, a couple of them tattering with holes in the elbows. black skinny jeans -- like he owns four pairs of the same black skinny jeans. someone tell him that skinny jeans aren’t in style anymore. uses the same jansport backpack he’s had since the eighth grade with a sewn in epcot center patch on the front pocket. dirty checkered vans. falling apart high-top converse. it’s not that he’s poor and can’t afford new things, he just prefers all his old stuff.  Make up: has never worn any but wouldn’t be opposed to trying some !!

Personality Good personality traits: good at secret keeping, friendly and uplifting, loyal, thoughtful, great memory, cautious, playful. chaotic good energy  🥰 Bad personality traits: gullible, slightly obnoxious, constantly confused, easily distracted Mood character is most often in: cheery, happy as f, practically bouncing off the walls Sense of humor: goddamn hilarious!!! at least he thinks so lol Articulation: loud and occasionally stuttery. repeating himself pretty often. the type to get lost in the middle of conversation and have to take a second to mentally loop back and remember what exactly they were talking about. uses the word ‘ like ‘ way too much. talks with his hands a whole lot. constantly talking like he’s a kooky disney character on a mission. Character’s greatest joy in life: riding a mf’in roller coaster Character’s greatest fear: disneyworld getting blown up / physically hurting someone  Character is most at ease when: he’s curled up with his friends watching a disney movie Most ill at ease when: he’s laying in bed at night, pretending he’s sleeping since he can’t Enraged when: thinking about how there are vampires in bridgemead -- that they could turn other people, kill other people, or worse... harm his friends.  Depressed or sad when: drinking from a blood bag. watching disney pixar’s coco. thinkin’ about a disneyworld churro and how he’ll never be able to enjoy the taste of one again. Priorities: at the moment? trying not to hurt anybody.  Life philosophy: “Keep Moving Forward!” -- walt disney said that Greatest strength: his optimism / ability to take something sad or bad and turn it around! Greatest vulnerability or weakness: giving just about anyone the benefit of the doubt. 

Goals Drives and motivations: getting enough money to be able to travel the world and visit every disney park on the planet.  Immediate goals: graduating high school / helping the scooby gang solve mysteries Long term goals: roller coaster designer / engineer. create a haunted house / rollercoaster hybrid ride

Childhood Hometown: orlando, florida Type of childhood: the kind where he’s an only child, where his middle class parents live to please and spoil him, take him to whatever amusement park he wanted to go to and buy him all the best merch. the smile on his face was worth more than anything they ever could’ve purchased for themselves. kody probably would’ve had siblings, but his parents had complications getting pregnant again, and thus they lived to make sure he had the best life possible.  Pets: a cat named toulouse ( shoutout aristocats ), but he passed when kody was fifteen Most important childhood memory: waiting in line for five hours to ride harry potter and the forbidden journey at universal studios orlando. blew his little kid mind. Dream job: imagineer!! Religion: non-practicing christians. church on easter and christmas ONLY!

Present Current location: bridgemead, massachusetts Currently living with: his parents 💖 Pets: none Religion: agnostic Sexuality: currently questioning his sexuality. growing up he always felt attracted to both boys and girls, but has never been able to articulate it. he’s only ever expressed interest in women, but he has a fat crush on chris evans as captin america Politics: would be socialist if he cared enough to think about politics Occupation/education: bridgemead high school super senior Mode of transportation: his parents dark blue prius!! but only thursday - sunday

Family Parent one: marcus pierce -- drug store manager Relationship with them: kody and his dad are best buds! if it weren’t for his fathers love for rollercoasters, kody doesn’t know what his life would be like today. they used to play rollercoaster tycoon growing up and kody still cherishes those memories today. Parent two: tina pierce -- bridgemead city manager Relationship with them: kody and his mother have a very loving relationship. however, kody’s adoration for his mother dwindled when it was her job that forced them to move to bridgemead. he thinks of it as her fault that he doesn’t get to go to disneyworld anymore, and there’s a bitter part of him that thinks that if she hadn’t made them leave, he never would’ve become a vampire. he knows its wrong to attribute her to his curse, but sometimes when he’s really sad he cant help it.  Siblings: none Other important family members: his widowed aunt shirley who lives twenty minutes from disneyworld and occasionally would join them on their weekend visits to the parks. he misses her greatly 😩😩

Favorites Color: that bright electric blue color on the cinderella castle at disneyworld  Music: electronic Food: a disneyworld churro.  Film: the incredibles / scooby doo 2002 Drink: pink lemonadde mixed with sprite Form of entertainment: disney+ subscription. if that’s all he had, he’d be content. Most prized possession: a magic kingdom two day passport ticket from the 1980′s

Habits Hobbies: playing rollercoaster tycoon / designing rollercoasters on his computer. obsessively watching ghost club paranormal on youtube. bothering aj with the latest thing on his mind that she definitely doesn’t need to know about Plays a musical instrument?: nope. wishes he could though!  Plays a sport?: nope, but would be great at track now that he’s a vampire! How he would spend a rainy day: playing kingdom hearts II in his pajamas. Spending habits: great at hoarding all of his allowance! since he’s not spending it on food, he’s an excellent saver. pre-vampirism kody was not as cautious with his spending.  Smoking/drinking/drugs?: no way 🙅🏼 has yet to even try alcohol Extremely skilled at: cheering up his friends! finding the good in others and convincing them to see it too 🤗 Extremely unskilled at: stopping himself from crying when he’s sad / when he’s in the middle of crying. putting together pieces of their investigations. sure, he can find things -- but what the hell is he supposed to do with them once he’s got it?!?! Nervous tics: anxious picking at his cuticles. messing with his hair. aggressive foot tapping. scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything.  Usual body posture: that boy has been working on rollercoaster code on his computer for YEARS. his body posture is absolutely RUINED! Mannerisms: constantly talking with his hands. bouncin’ around like tigger when something exciting happens. abbreviating things that don’t need to be abbreviated. the loudest in the room at all times.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Leader or follower? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? HELL YEAH.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: before the year 2020, kody actually quite liked himself! he realized that he was goofy and sometimes not everyones cup of tea, but for the most part, he knew he was a good guy who was a little obnoxious! now, he has mixed feelings about himself. vampirism has elevated a lot of his emotions and more often than not now, he dislikes himself for what he’s become, or what he could become if things turn bloody.  One word the character would use to describe themselves: spunky What does the character consider their best trait?: his compassion What does the character consider their worst trait?: his gullibility  What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: his fluffy hair !! What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: that he’s a short king. stream short kings anthem by tiny meat gang How does the character think others perceive them?: he’s pretty sure most people think that he’s wildly annoying, but that doesn’t stop him from being fully himself most of the time!  What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his vampirism!! get this shit out of him just make him a normal aging boy again!!

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: kody is a big ole’ ball of love, and thus so, he tries to share that with everyone. strangers are treated with compassion, acquaintances are treated as old friends, and friends are treated like family. unless kody already knows someone to be a bad person, or is wary of them, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people one could ever meet. Opinion of the Scooby Gang: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: it depends on the topic, but for the most part, yes. when it comes to most scooby gang related endeavors, kody will share his thoughts -- if it’s something related to movies or tv, he’ll be talking your ear off for hours. if it’s something that could result in it hurting someone else, he’ll be quiet, and if his vampirism was ever to come into question, he’d be absolutely be suppressing it.  Most important person in character’s life: oh god, not to pick scooby gang favorites, but probably aj. she’s the closest thing he has to a sister, and he doesn’t know what he would do without their banter, and her support. Best friend/s: aj darke, dylan frye, & arabella byrne Dating experience: absolutely none. kissed 2 girls in the span of 2 years over 3 years ago. Romancing: kody wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to get someone to date him. all he knows is the stuff he’s seen on tv, watched in movies, or experienced around him ( such as his parents successful marriage, or his friends dating people ), but if it were to come down to him, he’d be extremely awkward. picture tom holland’s spiderman trying to talk to zendaya’s mj in far from home -- because that’s extremely accurate. kody isn’t trying to date anyone right now for a couple of reasons: one being that he’s too nervous, and not exactly looking for love, but if it were to happen... he wouldn’t run from it necessarily. but two being that his vampirism creates a bit of a problem for him, and he’s not sure if he should subject anyone to the curse he’s stuck with.

Extra Physicality: if necessary, could probably lift a car and throw it down the street. as of right now, doesn’t know how strong he really is / is more concerned about hurting his friends with this supposed strength than he is finding out how many hundreds of pounds he could lift. kody in a fight? probably losing within the first five seconds, unless bloods drawn and the instinct to pounce takes over. Species: vampire How do they feel about it?: hates it. would do anything to reverse it. wishes he had just stayed a little longer at karma cafe that night. or had never gone at all. How do they look in their supernatural form?: pretty much the same, however when he’s hungry and near blood, his eyes go all dark and bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes start to pulse ( basically just like vampire diaries ), but kody is unaware of this since he’s never seen it happen to himself or another vampire

#bridgemeadtask01 #shoutout aaustinabrams for this gif #idk how to credit gif makers listen thats my credit right there

[elizabeth-demoke]

Oof I've never done this before so forgive me if I'm not very good at this, but I'd like a match up with any Papyrus!

I am a female with tan skin, with long, dark hair with orange tips. I'm short (im like 5ft disgusting) I am extremely shy, and sometimes cant bring myself to talk to people outside my family and friends. I draw way too much, watch a lot of anime, and listen to indie music. (So basically if Alphys was a human)

I chew my nails a lot, cuss in private, and chew on my pencils/pens. I love cats, eating chips, playing acnh, and sleeping. I like to think I'm pretty kind, but will yell in an argument. I cry over the littlest of things, like tv shows. I hate that I cry so much, hot weather, and my shyness. I'm very absent minded, and in my own little world, like, 90% of the time, I am always zoned out thinking about the most random stuff lol

I hope this is enough info bc I've literally never done this before, so if it isn't, just ignore this ask :)

Thank you <3

Don't worry honey, this is enough info. Thank you so much for requesting!

I match you with Fellswap Papyrus!

Well uh, he's actually taller than both his Underswap and Underfell counterparts, standing at about 7'10

That being said, he's usually slouching so he doesn't loom over you, per se

Likes to play with your hair, he's curious if the orange is natural or not

I'm sorry but he makes a LOT of short jokes

He also leans on you like an armrest

I'm sorry but this is your life now

If you tell him about your bad habits, he'll try and help with them

He doesn't really care about the cussing, but he'll hold your hands whenever you're not doing anything, so you don't bite your nails

Finds it kinda cute when you zone out, but he does recognize it's a problem, especially in this world

Will snap his fingers in front of your face to get you back

One time you accidently pissed off Sans cause you were zoned out and didn't realize he was talking to you as you stared a random corner

As long as he's not busy, will not hesitate to join you whenever you decide to sleep

There's so many naps with him

He tries to be as gentle as possible with how sensitive you are

If you're in public, as soon as he sees you starting to breakdown he'll teleport you to somewhere quiet

He doesn't want you to be seen as weak or vulnerable

He understands that you hate how much you cry, but will reassure you it's fine

Will just chill on the couch with you while you watch anime

Finds it kind of dumb but your smiles and giggles are worth it

Unfortunately, Sunnedout is kind of on the hotter side, so if you're really struggling with the heat he'll use his magic to lower his body temperature and use it as an excuse to snuggle

If he finds your shyness to be an issue, he'll try and help you come out of your shell a little

He might accidently go to far, but if he does he feels like shit and will try desperately to make up for it

He will give you all the chisps he can afford

When he learns of your love of cats, he's already planning to get one the second you reach the surface

You will be happy, damnit

You guys get in a fight one day, and he was honestly surprised when you shouted

Like, you were so shy and quiet he didn't even know you were capable of shouting

Sorta throws him off and the logic to his side of the fight doesn't quite fit as well

Will listen to indie music with you if you have it on as background noise to draw to or something

Just quietly watches as you draw, doesn't really give any input but he finds it interesting

You convince him to play ACNH with you and instantly regret it

He's constantly hitting you on the head with a net

And stealing your flowers

And pissing off your villagers

You proceed to ban him from your island

In real life he might not seem to bad but put him on a coop game and unless it's a FPS or fighting game or something, he's evil

#fellswap #fellswap papyrus #matchups #undertale matchups #undertale

[septic-dr-citrus]

MP - Misstep (Illinois x Reader)

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

A/N: Resolving sexual tension, grinding, hand jobs

Well, well, well…This is a predicament you’ve never seen Illinois in before and you can’t help but snicker a little at the sight of it. Despite himself he laughs too, a short, embarrassed thing.

“Guess I took a misstep somewhere…We all make mistakes,” he admits, fidgeting where his body is wedged between the two walls that have closed in against him.

Relievingly, miraculously, the trap’s mechanisms have aged badly with time; they haven’t closed far enough to crush and kill him, but he’s well and truly pinned in place. Only one leg, the one closest to you, is somewhat free to move, his boot scuffing awkwardly in the dust on the tomb floor for purchase.

“Hey, partner…since one of us is a little held up at the moment,” he begins, his familiar sly grin briefly recapturing his face in a moment of humor, “I think the other should look around for whatever could get him out of this little bind.”

Taking the hint, you turn away to examine the cave walls, running your hands along them for any sign of a latch, a lever or a weight. If it’s the kind of trap that won’t reset unless something of equal weight is swapped in to take Illinois’ place, he might be screwed…

Craning his head awkwardly sideways, Illinois tries to catch glimpses of your progress—or lack of it. Now that your eyes aren’t on him, he feels free to flush and curse under his breath. He’s not used to being in this position; ninety-nine percent of the time, it’s his companions getting themselves caught and he who plays the dashing hero to the rescue. He’s not used to being this dependent.

Frustrated, he continues to squirm and wriggle as inconspicuously as he can, but it isn’t long before a shot of heat to his lower regions takes him completely off guard. Breath catching in disbelief, he risks a wide-eyed peek down at his pants, at the seam pressing hard into his groin, almost enough to hurt—but as he experimentally rotates his hips again, the sound of the fabric rasping against the coarse stone makes his blood sing.

Great. Fantastic. As if his predicament wasn’t uncomfortable enough before, his body has apparently decided to interpret his struggle as an attempt to grind himself against the trap wall. Gritting his teeth, he tears his eyes away from the evidence, opening his mouth to call out to you and ask if you’ve found anything.

His mouth stays open but no sound emerges as he finds that your attention isn’t on the levers and latches anymore. It hasn’t been for a little while now, and you’re no longer laughing. 

For the first time that you can remember, he’s speechless. What could he possibly say anyway?

Tentatively you approach, taking note of the way his free leg shifts to block your path. It’s ineffective. All he can do is watch as you come to his side, leaning against his closest shoulder. It feels like his heart is deafening in the silence as you lift a hand, running it through the short hairs at the base of his neck. It’s a gentle touch, one that has him slowly, slowly leaning his head back. As he does so, his hips naturally cant forward against the stone and he’s forced to stifle a soft murmur.

Lightly but not blithely, you ask if he wants your help.

It’s not his habit to get attached to his companions; in his profession he can’t afford to. Too much potential for loss and grief. For those reasons, it’s been a long, long time since he’s been touched, and the way your hand is moving over his neck and shoulders makes his starved skin crawl with pleasure, goosebumps and raised hairs begging for more. He’s already attached, with no escape in sight.

Letting his eyes close in surrender, he nods.

Getting his pants unbuttoned is something of a struggle thanks to the cramped conditions, but even the mere rifling of your fingers around his waist and pelvis is contributing to his aching bulge. As you work, you try to tide him over by occasionally sliding your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, gently tracing the curves of his tight, muscled stomach as it rises and falls with his quickening breaths.

He shouldn’t be this nervous! He tries to think of something witty to say, something that echoes his usual bravado, but as soon as your hand finally finds its destination he has to bite his tongue. It’s like a gunshot.

Nothing will feel better than that first contact, he’s sure—until you gently wrap your fingers around and drag them down the shaft, slow and steady. His gasp is followed by a low, deep moan; a hitched whimper is hot on its heels as you carefully circle his tip with the pads of two fingers, collecting pre-come to smear and massage over him like lube.

Your touch is maddening as you increase pressure, sending sparks through his nerves like he’s a live wire. He bucks helplessly against your palm, shrill breaths echoing, sweat chilling his skin in the cold air of the tomb. What a place to be doing this, he thinks, too overwhelmed to choke out a laugh. His toes are curling in his boots, his legs are weak and it’s all way too much too soon—

“S-Slow down,” he pants, surprising you, his head falling against the wall behind him with a faint thud. “Nngh…slow down, please…” As sensitive and painful as this precipice is, he needs a second to breathe.

Dutifully you change tactics, shifting from squeezes to loose, easy strokes. That’s better. That’s so much better. Gentle, feather-light and tingly.

The roar of blood in his ears quiets somewhat, but even at this milder pace he’s trembling. Even when it’s just his own hand ridding him of unwanted tension, he doesn’t usually hold out very long. Another few pumps and he’s sure he’ll come.

He just wants to savor this; he wants to memorize the softness and shape of your fingers. The helplessness of his position only adds to the high emotion of the situation.

He had planned on leaving you. After so many adventures together, this was meant to be your last. Now this…this changes things. He’s completely compromised, vulnerable, putty in your hands. His charming but distant façade is down, and yet you’re still staring at him with that same loyal gleam in your eyes. There’s arousal too, but it’s as if that’s only a backdrop.

This isn’t just about lust. You really do love him, don’t you?

It’s that thought that makes him shudder and release; the drop over the edge doesn’t feel too fast, as he would have expected it to. He lets himself fall.

#youtube #markiplier #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #illinois #x reader #touch starvation #slight angst? #sort of #lemon #smut #ahwm

[might-guys-acorn]

Its day 4 and Im not prepared. Heres my submission for "Bad Things Happen" @narutorarepairweek. Be warned folks, its a lot of heartbreak.

This one is a pairing of my OC, Takahashi Kurahana, and @discendia's OC Yasai Shouga, along with an appearance from @hiddenleafstoryteller's OC Hiroyuki. I know we've hinted their story a lot, but this was my first time actually fully writing it out, and I cried. A lot.

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Who am I?

Pairing: Shouga x Kurahana

TW: war, death, grief

"In moments like this, its hard to believe we spent the day in battle." He said, his eyes aglow in the orange light of the campfire.

"Well, Shouga, thats kinda how these lulls work. It cant be a constant fight." Kurahana replied, bumping his shoulder lightly. Hiroyuki, their third team member laughed, and tossed a bit of popcorn at them both.

"Stop flirting, its nauseating." He chuckled, his white hair swaying in the night breeze, and the subsequent blush of rapid denial covered the faces of the other two.

"Shut up, Hiro! I already told you, I dont flirt. You boys are the only thing I need, and romance is for suckers." Kura snapped, tugging at the end of her braid. She'd told herself she would never make herself vulnerable like that again. She'd just lost her brother to illness the year before, she couldnt afford another heartbreak.

"Exactly. War isnt the time for that, but maybe after I could handle a little romance." Shouga said, getting up from his seat beside her, and ruffling Hiro's hair. He turned and winked at her, before walking back to his sleeping mat on the ground, "Better be careful, Kura, I might sucker you into marrying me after this."

"In your dreams, Yasai!" She yelled after him, causing many looks from the others around the camp. She blushed, then stood and put the fire out, grabbing Hiro's hand and pulling him to the other 2 mats nexts to Shou. How did he fall asleep so quickly? And why was her heart racing?

God, he's such an idiot, she thought, before drifting to sleep.

***

"ITS A RAID! THEYVE INFILTRATED THE CAMP!"

Kura awoke immediately, to 2 of the white beasts in front of them, and the boys in intense hand to hand combat. As he called the vines up from the ground to keep the Zetsu in place, he turned to look at her, calling over his shoulder.

"About time you got up, sleepyhead."

"Shut up, idiot." She responded, shutting her eyes and racing her chakra through her body, and opening her newly purple irises to lock eyes with the monster in front of her teammate. Her braid floated slowly and she watched the pale creature slowly stop fighting against Shou's vines. Locked in. She walked up to it, a kunai tucked behind her and ran her hand along its cheek.

"Tell me, who am I to you?" She seethed, her voice dripping with venom.

"M-mother?" It said and she drove the kunai into its body, tearing its life from this world.

"God, I realize your genjutsu is mentally scarring enough, but what sick pleasure do you take in asking who their most precious person is?" Shouga asked, tugging her braid before turning to wrap his plants around the newest Zetsu appearing behind her.

"They always see 'mother', so theres no real fun in these ones." She said, tossing shuriken into this newest body.

"A little help over here?" Hiro's voice called and she moved to help him, grasping her kunai and slashing into the beast he was struggling with.

"You could have let me handl-" Shouga's voice from behind her was cut short, the playful edge cut through with a gasp of pain. She turned and saw a large white spike retreating through his vitals, and before she knew it, she had every tool of hers driving into the zetsu behind him.

"No. No no no no no. You cant, you have to be okay, Yasai, you do." She whimpered, scrambling to his catch him as his body crumbled. The tears started the fall, and she couldnt breathe.

"I dont think, I can come back from this. The wedding is off." He laughed, struggling to speak through the pain.

"God, even now you're messing with me." She smiled, her eyes streaming at the thought of losing him to. He looked tired, and hurt, and she cared about him so much. What could she do, now, to say goodbye? And then the peaceful look on her victim's faces flashed into her head.

She brushed the soft brown hairs out of his eyes, and he grabbed her arm, his strong hands now weak. She shut her eyes, racing her chakra as fast as she could, and the emotion filling her as she opened her eyes did more than just lift her braid, it broke the tie and her locks floated with a purple glow as she locked him into her genjutsu. He deserved to see the most precious person in his life before he died, the person he loved the most, instead of her sobbing over him. His eyes softened and starting watering, streaming down his face as his skin became paler. She had to know, before he was gone from her forever. In her softest voice, she asked.

"Shouga, who am I to you?"

He smiled a bit, his tears covering his pained face, as he raised his hand to touch her cheek and rasped out,

"Kura, you are everything to me."

She tensed, and his hand fell as he left her, becomeing heavier in her arms. Did it not work? No it mustve, her hair broke out of its braid she put so much into this. So then, why? Oh no.

"No, Shou, no dont tell me." Her hands brushed his face, but he could no longer feel it and her body wracked with sobs as she screamed, yelling at him in anger and in sorrow.

"You didnt tell me, I didnt know. I thought you were joking, I thought the flirting was.... Shou you idiot, dont. D-dont leave me like this. Come back, I love you." She screamed, sobbing over his body, growing colder with every second. Hiroyuki, walked over, standing back to not interrupt the moment they had, although it was his best friend. He had tears in his eyes as he picked her up, and she clawed,trying desperately to stay with Shou forever. If hes leaving so is she.

"Kura, I know what youre thinking, but what would that do?" Hiro's voice in her ears quelled the hysteria to a full numbness. Nothing could hurt her anymore. She had no heart left.

She pat Hiro's hand, letting him know there was one thing left for her to do. She kneeled beside her almost-lover one last time, ripped a small piece of cloth from his shirt and took one of his many earrings, kissed his forehead and turned to leave. She tied the cloth around her ring finger, and placed his earring in her ear, walking towards the main battle of the camp.

They took everything from her, and she wouldnt stop until they all felt the same pain she did.

#narutorarepairweek2020 #day 4 #bad things happen #oc x oc #takahashi kurahana #yasai shouga #hiroyuki #team churro! #angst #naruto fanfiction #naruto #naruto oc #shoukura

[bogor-o]

this isnt any kind of proper writing and i cant stress enough that i only write as a hobby so everything is rly written casually uhrewre

but basically- i did a drabble abt claude having a moment of weakness but trying to hide it and lorenz isnt having it

On days where claudes overwhelmed but he tries to hide it behind his facade, lorenz can feel in his gut that something doesn't check out and he doesnt sound or act any different at all but it's in the way claude avoids direct eye contact for too long.

Lorenz would know very well by now that Claude is someone who keeps up eye contact when someone else is speaking to him, but instead he keeps looking away but nodding when people speak to make sure they know he's listening and playing it off as looking through important documents or maps but lorenz is the one noticing the tiniest details and for that he holds back his usual tone and harsh criticisms. and of course claude would notice that.

So of course, claude wanting to make sure everything is alright with lorenz, would ask him to stay behind after meetings to ask him if something the matter, so ready to carry someone else's burden-- and then roles are flipped when lorenz is the one to ask him whats wrong.

"I was about to ask you the same thing-"

Lorenz cutting him off, "Nonsense, you haven't been acting yourself all day, did you truly think I would not notice?"

Claude just sighs, shaking his head and trying to laugh it off, "I could say the same to you! Usually you're way more enthusiastic about pointing out all the mistakes in my plans- I didn't even get one snarky remark today!"

"I'll save my comments and criticisms when I know that you're able to handle them, but you can hardly look anyone in the eyes today. How can I trust what I say will be taken into consideration when you won't even look at me now that it is just the two of us? No maps, no documents, no distractions and yet you still will not look me in the eyes?" and he's calm but stern.

Claude feeling like there's a hand squeezing his chest and roaring at the back of his head telling him that he has to keep it up, that he can't afford to be vulnerable because if the others see his doubts and weakness how can they trust in him to carry on a job like this? But the much weaker voice inside is begging him to just look at him.

So he does.

And despite his expression, what he sees in Lorenz's eyes isn't anger or annoyance, it's concern. What Lorenz sees are tired dull eyes, weary and struggling to stay open, and to this his own expression softens.

“You can’t keep pretending as if war doesn’t affect you. No one expects you to keep up a brave face forever.” He isn’t harsh, there’s nothing sharp about it. Claude doesn’t know what to say.

He slumps in his seat, hands rubbing at his tired eyes. He hears the sound of Lorenz's chair scrape on the floor and the sound of his boots as he walks over to him.

He doesn't move his hands away, but he can feel him there, staring down at him. The last thing he wants is pity and he would say as much but he can't bare to speak, fearing that the burning feeling in his throat may bring the sting of tears to his eyes. He says and does nothing.

He doesn't have to do a thing. He feels Lorenz's hands on his head and shoulder, pulling him closer until he's in a loose embrace, Lorenz leaning over him. He doesn't know how to respond but his body it's way ahead of him as the dreaded tears began to cloud his vision.

He buries how face in Lorenz's arm, clutching it with his own shaking hands. He struggles to cry silently but the room is so quiet except for his muffled sobs.

Claude feels comfort in the hand gently stroking the side of his head, the steady breaths that Lorenz is taking that he can feel at the top of his head. His silence feeling like a comfort, no judgement, no annoyance. The patience he's giving him while he loses his composure is more than anyone has ever given him before.

Lorenz's chest aches seeing Claude like this. His sobs, as quiet as they are, feel amplified in his ears. He'll never be angry at a man whose pushed himself past his limits, not when he needs someone right then and there.

Once he can cry no more, he doesn't move away, and neither does Lorenz. They're both still, Claude feeling fingers gently combing through his hair.

"You of all people should know better than to do it all by yourself.” a gentle scolding, “You must count on your allies to help with tasks you cannot handle.” Reassuring words help ease his tense body.

“I’m the leader of the alliance--”

“-You are only one man. Even a king has a counsel he consults, and as the leader of the alliance you have others to advise you as well. How can anyone expect a single man to carry the burden of thousands alone?”

The thought made his head feel heavier, the responsibilities he has that he’s yet to even admit to. He pushed it to the back of his mind, for now he wanted nothing more than to focus on Lorenz. His hands on him, his voice patient and kind for him in his weakest moment.

It didn’t feel like pity, and that’s really all he could ask for- though he’d have preferred not to have let him see him like this in the first place. His biggest critic and his closest ally, comforting him during a time of great stress. He thought he had everything under control but he forgets he’s only one person and he can only do so much. To be reminded that he has people to lean on who wouldn’t hesitate to assist him felt… nice.

He loops an arm around Lorenz and the best he can from his seat, and hugs him back, “Thank you, Lorenz.” His voice is strained from crying.

He feels Lorenz rest his head on top of his, an added weight that he welcomes, it's comforting. He’s sure he can feel him smiling in his hair.

#claurenz #drabbles

[ambassador-dude]

No Filly 2 - The Table

"Equius!" Gamzee excalimed, walking to the creature. Walking to the creature, leaving Tavros feeling even more vulnerable and alone than he already was.

The creature, supposedly named Equius, stood to attention.

This made his over bearing size over whelming.

He was polite. Equius slipped off two large gloves to shake Gamzees lanky hand, however small and in comparison.

They talked.

Tavros watched in fear but couldnt retain a word.

Tavros didnt want to be dragged out side let alone dragged in the home of the First Estate.

((Its time to dive deeper into Tavros' thoughts now that hes so zoned the fuck out he cant hear anything around him.))

Why is everyone in the First Estate so tall? Is it because they can afford better food?

Why cant I be tall?

My cousin is tall but.. Can you grow any taller once your paralyzed? Wouldn't the doctor tell me something like that?

Tavros' thoughts dispersed once he felt that fimiliar bony hand on his.

Gamzee pat his hand and…left

he just left

he left him alone with this stranger. He left too suddenly for Tavros to protest. He was too shocked to speak.

His crutch was gone.

"The table."

Oh thank god the beast-uh-Equius said something. His voice was as rough as he looked.

"What?"

"The table. we need to get you on the table."

He picked Tavros right up.

It scared him how easy Equius could lift him. Picked him up by the arms and sat him down on the clean metalic slab of a table.

"I could do that on my own" Tavros felt irritable.

"You dont need to. Take off your pants."

"What?"

"Your pants. The pant legs are baggy and will obstuct the measurments.."

Equius already starts tugging at the pant leg, pulling them off easily.

"hEY,

dont-dont-dontjust-"

He couldnt form proper words. Incoherant babbling and grunts of distress in frustration with this incoherant babbling was all he could manage.

Equius lifted his bare leg by the ankle to examine.

Tavros gave Equius a swift punch to the jaw.

He must be shocked. Equius didnt move. It was so hard to tell what emotions he must be feeling under those tinted goggles.

"I cant help you unless you are a complient, do you understand? I cant hurt you."

Tavros takes another swing, this time missing. His fist landed in the giant mans sweaty palm.

Tavros swung with his other hand, again greeted by a big sweaty palm.

He didnt even understand why he was acting so violent. He didnt want to act like this at all.

He doesnt want to be here either. He doesnt want this man to be touching him and tossing him around like a rag doll.

He wants to go home. He wants to be alone.

Before Tavros knew it, he was over the beasts shoulder, punching Equius' back. The wall of muscle hurt Tavros' knuckles more than it could ever hurt Equius.

Equius was walking up a flight of stairs. Pinning Tavros to a bed with no effort it seemed.

He just became more angry, sensing how his flailing isnt doing anything at all. The rage calmed, turning into despair. He sunk into the bed. Tavros gave up. Equius wins. Everyone wins over Tavros.

The weak are only meant to be toys to those who wish to use them.

"I

apologise..for being so..blunt.."

Tavros is climbing out of his mental ditch of self pity and despair to hear an apology?

#homestuck #homestuck tavros #tavros #equius #fanfic #bad fanfiction

[captaintoomanybattles]

More Than I Say I Do

It was never exactly night on the Milano, just as it was never really day—when you’re not orbiting a sun, the view out the window remains more or less the same, starlight and darkness and the occasional planet whirling by, glowing bright like some phosphorescent sea creature. That said, the Guardians had agreed on a schedule of ten-hour “days” and ten-hour “nights”, just to keep things consistent. Sleep deprivation, as Quill pointed out, was a bitch.

It was, therefore, as much night as it ever was, which meant that Rocket was the only one awake, curled up next to the window of the observation deck. The Ravagers’ fireworks had long been left behind, but he could still see them in his mind’s eye, blooming pink and gold and blue against the vastness of space.

Some funeral, he thought. Then, wistfully, Don’t think anybody’d do that for me.

Yondu had somehow understood how he felt. Yondu had given up his life to save Quill. Yondu had been given a Ravager funeral. But—but—

Quill never even knew Yondu cared about him. The way he told it, that whole crew was one step away from—from eatin’ him, or tossin’ him overboard, or whatever.

It bothered him, gnawed at him for some reason he couldn’t quite define—the idea that Yondu had cared, and never shown it. That Quill had grown up thinking himself unloved, unwanted—that he’d only gotten the affirmation he craved when it was already too late.

He himself had never known a parent—had known nothing but cold steel and cruelty before he met Groot. But still, somehow, he’d gotten this notion…

A kid should always know he’s loved. Always.

Gamora had had parents—real parents, not that Thanos dickwad—way back when, and Quill had had his mom, and Drax had had his own daughter, whom he’d loved and been proud of. And Groot—the first Groot, the old Groot—had once lived with others of his kind, a whole grove who had taught him to be patient and kind and loving, in ways that Rocket had never learned. Had never seen the point of learning.

The world had always seemed such a cruel place, everything and everyone in it struggling to survive at the expense of everyone else. With his size, he looked like an easy target. The best way to survive was not to give anyone the benefit of the doubt—to hurt them before they could hurt him.

Get the first punch in, go down swingin’.

For a long time, Groot was the only person he could let past that barrier of fear and insecurity. Now…

They hadn’t turned him away. Even after his harsh words and the stunt with the batteries, the other Guardians had stuck with him when it mattered, had his back, trusted him to have theirs. And if he wanted to keep this, keep them…

I’ve gotta do better. I can’t keep on the way I was.

The stars glimmered before him, cold and implacable, and he rested his head against the cool plastic.

Kids oughta know they’re loved.

He thought of Groot, tucked into his little nest of earth and moss for the night. He’d come so close to losing him, the past few days. Groot seemed alright now, but he must’ve been scared out of his mind when they got captured—and Rocket had had to force him into even greater danger. There hadn’t been a choice, but even Rocket knew that was no job for a child. And that was what Groot was—a child.

Poor little twig. He deserves better than me.

Soft footsteps sounded behind him, and he turned his head to see Gamora, warrior-quiet as she made her way up to the observation deck.

“I thought you might be here,” she said, settling down next to Rocket.

“Perks of being an insomniac.”

“Yeah.” She was silent for a long moment, watching the stars swirl by. “You okay?”

Rocket shrugged. “Been better.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He hesitated, fidgeting with the knee-patch on his jumpsuit, before finally saying, “I’m, uh. I’m glad you didn’t… die.”

It was an apology, of sorts—as much of one as he could make just now. From the expression on her face, he thought she understood what he meant.

“I’m glad you didn’t, either.” She drew her knees up to her chin, tilting her head a little so she could still look at him. “We all care about you, you know. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but we do.”

Rocket shifted uncomfortably; her tone was far too understanding for his liking. “How do you do it?” he asked, rather than responding. “How do you—all the shit that happened to you, but you’re still kind.”

“You think I’m kind?” Her tone betrayed both surprise and pleasure.

“I mean… yeah.”

“Well—thank you.” She paused, then said slowly, “For a long time, I was just trying to stay alive. And that meant being—violent. Angry. Ruthless. I couldn’t afford to show any weakness. But now—Thanos tried to destroy me, own me from the inside out. He tried to turn me into something as hateful as him. So—every time I let myself be vulnerable, every time I let myself love—it’s a victory, it’s proving I’m free from him. And it’s—it’s scary, but… I don’t know. I think it’s worth it.”

You play like the meanest, but actually you’re the most scared of all.

“I don’t want to be like Yondu,” Rocket whispered. “I don’t want Groot to end up like Quill. I don’t want him to be so desperate for a father he takes up with the first abusive asshole that pays a lick of attention to him. I don’t—I want to be better, but I don’t know how.”

Gamora nodded. “I don’t know how to do any of this, either,” she said quietly. “I’m scared if I get to close to anyone, I’ll get hurt. I’m scared of being used again. I’m scared I’ll never make things right with Nebula.”

“You’re good with Groot, though,” Rocket offered. “He really—you’re good with him.”

“So are you.”

“Nah. Not really. But I’m gonna,” he said, with sudden determination. “I’m gonna be the best frickin’ dad in the whole damn galaxy.”

Gamora smiled, and patted his shoulder. “I know you will.”

They sat together for a long time, Gamora absently petting Rocket’s thick fur. It was a liberty he rarely allowed any of the Guardians, and he’d deny it with his last breath if Quill ever said anything, but there was something terribly comforting about that soft touch. It grounded him, and he thought maybe it was something Gamora needed, too; confirmation that they’d survived, that they were finally safe.

When, eventually, Gamora returned to her own sleeping quarters, Rocket headed back to the little room he shared with Groot. As he slipped inside, Groot moved, big eyes opening and reflecting the dim light from the hall.

“I am Groot?” he asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s okay, buddy, I’m here.” Rocket knelt down beside his nest of moss and leaves, brushing a paw over the little wooden head. “I’ve got you.”

“I am Groot.”

“No, it’s nighttime now, buddy. Go back to sleep.” He hesitated, found his throat constricting with the old familiar fear—fear of saying too much, of letting any weakness show. Fear of being rejected. He swallowed it down.

“I love you, Groot.”

“I am Groot.”

“Y-you do?”

“I am Groot!”

Rocket smiled, warmth blooming in his chest like a sun exploding into existence. “Thanks, buddy. Go to sleep now, okay? I’ll be here.”

Groot made a little grumbling sound and settled down, eyes already drooping closed. Rocket curled up beside him, pulling his blankets up to his chin.

Maybe, he thought. Maybe I can do this after all.

 *Title from “More Than I Say I Do” by Chris and Jocelyn Arndt

#my fic #rocket raccoon #groot #gamora #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #fanfic

[mrswalkers-blog]

I still love you (Drake x MC & Liam) Part 1

The Royal Romance - Book 3 - Chapter 13

Pairing Drake x MC & Liam

Author’s Note: This is something I think (should have) happened after the Justin / Anton attack and before the group visits Valtoria.

After Justin/Anton escaped, Drake ,Riley and Olivia walked back to the hall on the ground floor of the estate. They left Mara and other security guards to take care of the scene. When they reached the hall, they saw Liam hurriedly coming towards them.

'What the hell was that?' he asked them clearly worried by the sound of the ceiling collapse.

Olivia looked at Riley and Drake, they both were looking at her expectantly. 'I guess it is better that Liam learns about this from me.' She filled him in about what happened at the Vault. When she finished her story with the escape of Justin and the ceiling collapsing on them and their narrow escape, Liam's eyes were wide with shock and fear.

'Oh God! Riley! Are you alright?' instinctively he turned and took a step towards her, trying to embrace her, but stopped when he saw Drake standing by her side with one arm on her shoulders. 

'We were able to get out of there unharmed, Liam' Riley assured him. They talked for a while about their next course of action and decided to leave for the Palace early in the morning.’Well, we should get some rest then.’ Riley said looking at the time. 

Drake and Riley walked back to their adjacent rooms. Riley stopped in front of her room. ‘Drake, can you sleep with me?’ Drake nodded, he too wanted that, wanted to be with her.   

Riley fell asleep soon, feeling safe in Drake's arms. But Drake couldn't sleep.Justin had come too close to Riley tonight. If Drake had been a little late, or if Justin had pulled the trigger, or if Riley couldn't escape the falling ceiling over her... He didn't dare imagine what would have happened if... No, he has to do something. Justin needs to be captured before he can do something like this again. 

In another room, there was another man who couldn't sleep. Liam was pacing around in his room, thinking about Riley. He was still in love with her. He so wanted to be with her right now. It hurt him seeing his best friend with her. He had thought he would get over her, but the feelings were growing stronger every day. He was doing a good job hiding the feelings in front of everyone, but they were still hurting him, eating him from inside. 

And now, she was in danger because of him. When he offered her to become a duchess, even when she said no to him, to his proposal, he had a silly little hope that if things didn't work out between her and Drake, he still would have chance. And he wanted her to stay, wanted to see her every day. But now, he regrets that decision,  it was he who threw her in this danger. He knew that they have enemies, but never imagined that they will have to face them this soon.

Next morning they left for the Palace leaving Olivia at Lythikos. Liam and Drake were silent the entire way. Only Maxwell was the one talking, trying to make everyone laugh, trying to dissolve the tension. After they had dinner at the Palace, Riley went to her room.

‘Can you sneak into my room?’ She texted Drake. It was a custom in Cordonia that they could not sleep together untill they are married. Although Riley followed this rule as much as possible, it made no sense to her. And she knew Drake was worried for her. She knew he hadn’t sleep at all the last night and would not be able to sleep if he kept worrying over her. 

‘I will be there at around 12:00.’ He texted back. He was with Bastien trying to figure out a plan to arrest Justin. He would be here a while and he wanted everyone to fall asleep before he sneak in to her room. 

‘I will keep the room open. ‘ Riley texted back and waited eagerly for the clock to struck 12.  

She heard footsteps coming towards her room at around 12. That must be Drake she thought. She heard the footsteps stop in front of her room, but he didn't come in. Riley went to open the door. But it wasn’t Drake.

‘Liam?’

Liam looked at Riley. He didn't know if he wanted to talk to her right now. He was not in a clear state of mind. He had a little too much to drink after he went to his room. He thought the alcohol will sooth his pain, but it didn’t helped. Somehow the alcohol made him walk to her room in the middle of the night. He didn't even knew why he was here, what he wanted to do or say. Riley sensed the confusion on his face.

‘Come inside, someone will see you here.’ She stepped in the room to let him in. Liam struggled with words as she closed the door. He never struggled with words, words were his strength, but not today, maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was her, but the right words were not coming to him. Maybe, there were no right words. He felt he couldn’t keep his feelings inside him anymore.

‘Riley, I... I wanted to apologies. I have put you in danger, Anton wanted to kill you because of me. I never wanted this to happen..... I was worried about you... if anything would have happened to you...’ he took a step closer to her. Their faces inches away. 

‘I am okay Liam. It is not your fault...’ Her words were cut short by Liam’s lips sealing hers. Riley froze for a second as Liam kissed her. She could feel the love and passion in his kiss. But she didn't kissed back. She stepped back slowly, looking down. She knew she was hurting him, and although she didn’t love him, it broke her heart to be the one hurting him.  

‘I am so sorry.... Oh God... I shouldn’t have....’ Liam came back to his senses. He turned away, when Riley hold his hand, ‘Liam! wait!’

Liam turned back , he looked in her eyes, searching for the love he had for her. But it wasn't there. He could see concern in her eyes, maybe a little guilt, but there was no love. He knew how she looked at Drake, he wanted her to look at him that way. But all he could see was a friend worried for him.

‘I know you are hurting, do you want to talk?’ she said. Liam pulled his hand away.  ‘I should go. I shouldn’t be here.’ Liam knew he had crossed a line today, he was not sure if he would be able to control himself.

‘Liam, can I be your friend for today? and... not be the girl who broke your heart?’ Riley almost pleaded. ‘ Riley.... ‘ , Liam couldn’t say no to her. He sat down, keeping a distance between them. 

When Liam sat down , Riley saw the door closing softly, without any noise. Someone had entered , maybe they saw them, and now was closing the door. Oh God! was it Drake? Did he see us? Riley wanted to run after him, but he saw Liam sitting with his head in his hand, and decided to be with him for a while.

‘I am sorry, Liam. I never meant to hurt you. I wish.... I wish things were different. I wish I didnt have to break your heart to be with Drake.’ she said as she sat in front of him,

‘Riley, I don’t blame you. You had to follow your heart. And I am glad you stayed true to yourself. I am happy for you. and for Drake, Drake is a great guy. He has been through a lot. I know he is happy with you. And he will keep you happy. I know he loves you, maybe more than I do.’ He paused for a second, ‘but... it still hurts...’ he said painfully.

‘I know Liam. But you need to move on. you cannot keep hurting yourself like this.’

‘I am trying Riley, believe me I am trying. I try to keep myself busy all the time. Keep myself surrounded by people to keep me away from your thoughts... but....but it is not working.’ He wanted to tell her that he thinks of her all the time. That the more he tries to avoid her thoughts, the more he is surrounded by them. He cannot even concentrate in his duties of King because of her. But he kept quiet. They sat in silence for a while. 

‘Riley, have you been in Love before? before Drake?’ He asked her. He didnt know why he asked that, maybe hoping that she would say she loved him before.

‘Well, I am not sure anymore if it was love or not... But at that time, I really thought I was in love. He was my high-school boyfriend. We were together for more than two years. Then, we got admission in the same college. I was very happy.’

She paused for a second, clearly in pain when she continued, ‘My parents ..... they died in a car accident. I was about to complete my freshman year.....’ 

‘I am so sorry, Riley’ Liam looked at her, his heart pained knowing what she has gone through.

‘Thanks....’, Riley shook her head as she continued,’... well ... I couldn’t afford college anymore. I took up a job as a waitress in city. I couldn't meet him often after that. But I looked forward to our rare dates and phone calls. One day I decided to give him a surprise, I went to his room... and I saw him with...I caught him cheating on me.’ 

'That’s.... terrible.’ Liam looked at Riley. She gave a painful smile. Liam never knew about this part of her past. She was always full of life. He had no idea, she could have gone through such difficult time.  

‘How did you got over that?’ 

‘I spent many days crying over him, I was in a hell at that time. I had just lost my parents, I had to left the college, had to move to a smaller apartment, and still was barely able to meet ends with the job I had. But I had friends, who got me through all of this.’ She said. ‘Liam, you should talk about your feelings with someone....’ 

‘Riley, ...I...I can’t. You know, You feel like I am surrounded by people all the time. Everyone revolves around me, ready to take orders, doing everything to please me. But I feel lonely. I feel lonely even when I am surrounded by people. I cannot talk to them about my feelings, my secrets. I don’t trust any of them...., well except Drake. He is the only one who I trust.’ He felt vulnerable sharing his feelings, but also he felt good talking about it. He never wanted to share his feelings with her, didn’t want to show his weak side. But right now, he felt good talking to her. Liam continued looking down, ‘But now, it is about you... about him. I cant talk to him about this. Well, I have , once or twice, but I am sure he will not appreciate me talking every now and then, about being in love with his fiance...’ he realized what slipped his mouth after he said it. 

‘Liam, I am sure he will understand... he cares about you. You are his best friend.’

‘Riley,... that night in New York.... I didn’t just loose you. I lost my best friend too.’

‘Liam, I thought you were okay.’ Riley said. She had seen them playing soccer at Applewoods Manor, or talking to each other casually like nothing had happened between them.

‘We are okay. We are good. We don’t have any grievances. But, it is still not the same. There is this unspoken, unseen barrier between us. He is not the same around me anymore. Hell, I am not the same around him anymore.’

‘Liam, I am so sorry, I never wanted to come between you two.’

‘Riley, I don’t blame you or Drake. Maybe I came between you two. I too messed up. I should have known. I should have noticed , he was always happy around you, and you... the way you looked at him... ‘ Liam looked at Riley apologetically, ‘I don’t know why I didn’t notice. I guess I just had gone blind... I would have stepped out if I knew. I want you, both of you to be happy. I really do.’

‘And we want the same for you Liam’ Riley reached out to place her hand on Liam’s  ‘We are here for you Liam, You will always have a friend in me. And in Drake.’  Riley kissed him on his cheek.

‘Thanks Riley. I really feel better talking to you.’ Liam stood up, ‘I should be going now, it is getting pretty late.’

‘Anytime you want to talk, I will be there for you.’ Riley stood up , smiling reassuringly at him.

'Thanks’ Liam smiled back. He left feeling better than he had felt in days.

I need to check on Drake.Riley thought as she remembered he was going to come to her room. 

She went to Drake’s room next door, knocked, but there was no reply. She knocked again, still no reply. She cautiously opened the door and went in.

Drake was standing at the window, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking outside, lost in thought.

‘Drake?’ She called out walking slowly towards him. 

‘Riley!’ He turned, startled by her voice. He kept the glass at a table near him. He stood there not meeting eyes with Riley, hands in his pockets.

‘Drake, did you come to my room earlier?’ Riley asked anxiously. God! Please, not him. He didn’t see that! Please! 

Drake nodded looking in her eyes. His face was unreadable. 

#drake walker #trr #choices #choices trr #trr fanfic #trr drake #trr3 #king liam #trr liam #fanfic

[wakandascrystal]

Life Line. - Prologue

Erick x Reader!!Kicking Boxing AU

pairing - Erik Stevens x reader  

genre -  Angst

words -

summary-  Erick is facing many demons created by his father and himself. In the midst of the madness. Even though you are damaged and have a million problems of your own you were the only distraction he couldn't afford to lose.

A/N - Its 2 A.M and I cant sleep thinking about Infinite War ..I thought I would destress by starting a complicated series...enjoy!!! 

“Okay (Y/N) Let's do the 4 counts 8 times. Power Drill to warm yourself up” Your trainer Tommy announced to you as he entered the ring. He seemed pissed but really when was he never angry at someone.

“Rough weekend?” You asked as you got into position. Fists balled up in front of your body ready to throw at his hands.

“I told you not ask me questions about my life (Y/N)!” His Brooklyn accent come out stronger than ever when he was mad. You smiled at yourself knowing he would spill in a minute or two. He couldn't contain himself from speaking ill about others. He had called his best friend Henry every word in the book. That just made you wonder what he says about you to others.

 “(Y/N) quick Jab!” sending your right fist to his open palm you pushed with your whole body. Rocky mistake.

“Come on Enzo Is that what you serving me right now. I thought you were my best student?” You felt rage boil from the pit of your stomach at the nickname.

“Don't call me that.” You didn't even open your teeth.

“Then start punching like (Y/N) and not like Enzo.” You hated that he would use your weakness against you but it seemed to work as you started to pick up the pace of your punches to warm up.

 You didn't trust a lot of people. Your Mother, brother, Tommy and Casie, your best friend were the only people you trusted. Enzo was one of them but he showed his true colors in your most vulnerable state. He was supposed to there but he wasn't and you blame yourself that you still let him affect you. Just a mention of his name gets your hearts beating and adrenaline running. He was your weakness and even now he is.

You were drenched in sweat in 2 hours of training with Tommy. From the ring to skipping rope he was really pushing you today. He had eventually told you what had put him in the bad mood from early on.

“Fucking Jimin didn't invite me to his wedding. Can you believe it? I mean I raised that kid? My blood sweat and tears. I took him off the streets from selling Dope and getting into danger, from some really bad guys. Don't get me wrong, helping people is in my DNA but I feel like I would like something back. Like Hey Tommy This is for you for saving me from the fire of life. Am the victim here”

You weren't really listening as you continued to throw heated punches at the red punching bag he was holding for you. All you could see was red and Enzo face. Enzo’s smooth face. Tan with black hair falling on his forehead just like when he used to wake up next to you in bed.

 “Woah Woah (Y/N) stop. You trana break the bag?” His Eyebrows were near his receding hair. The man was shocked at your rage and power.

 “You really need to calm down or see a shrink about your temper.” You honestly didn't notice your behavior; your mind was just thinking about Enzo and everything he had done to you. He was gone yet he still had power over you. Slow breaths and a tap from Tommy on your back calmed you downed.

 “Drink this and sit down!” That was an order, one that you would have followed if you went distracted by the strange deep voice.

 “Aay.....Are you Tommy?”

 Just his voice alone commode attention. At Least 4 other trainers look around to spot him including you.

 I was nervous but confident at the same time a skill I had perfected over the years.

Moving from Oakland to New York was difficult for me but I understood why I needed it. I tried to see the silver lining in everything in my life now. Sure, my apartment sucked and My job was sucking the soul out of my body but I needed a fresh start. My father’s complicated past was too much, I needed a break maybe even pursue some interest I like.

“Are you sure this is the place?” I asked a close friend on the phone.

“Yeah At the corner just like I told you dawg.”

“Okay then see you later then man.”

Stepping into the building it looked like a real Gym, one with a lot of history.

 The first thing I noticed was a girl really going hard at the bag. Her hair tied up in a pony and sweaty body, her form was strong I could tell she was taught. She was filled with anger anyone could tell that easy but her punches were still strong and centered. Some guy stopped her and gave her some water and a towel ...that must be Tommy the trainer.

“Aay.....Are you Tommy?”

“Who’s asking?”  It's been sometime since I’ve heard a Brooklyn accent. Not like in the movies but pretty cool to say the least.

 “Am Erik...Erik Stevens. I came for Tommy to train.” No matter how hard I tried to keep my eye on Tommy I felt the Girl eyeing me from the side. Like a beaming heat at the side of my neck and head.

 “Okay Talk to Becky my assistant, she's at the back she'll show you how everything works around here. Meet me in the ring in 20 minutes. ” Without warning he left. I guess it's a New York thing

*Sniff sniff sniff*

I turned to see the Punching bag girl sneezing like crazy. Maybe she has allergies? I don't Know. 

I took out a Kleenex form my backpack and handed her one. She took it thanking me softly.

“Do you smoke?” She asked.

“Yeah a bit why?”

She stood up letting me see her face for the first time. She was beautiful. Skin had a smooth dark bronze finish, long lashes and thick lips. Her body was breathtaking and eyes brown just like mine.

“Am allergic so stay away from me!”

#erik x reader #killmonger x reader #fluff #prologue #blackpanther imagines #jimin bts #jimin #sorry #i had to #bts

[beardedenemyballoon-1b8253dd]

Emeka Ugwuonye in another sexual Scandal

Sonia Sonee 

Many of you who are close friends to me on Facebook or outside Facebook know i am a strong advocate against Rape,Molestation and Child Abuse. You also know this because I have shared my own story of child abuse openly as that was a stage in my healing process.

I joined DPA (Due process advocates) because i felt that the Barrister there was Genuine. I fought the cause of that group genuinely. So you can imagine my joy when i was made an admin.I felt he was doing people in Distress a huge favour and Women who didn't have a voice because of their gender

Along the line,people began to visit my inbox with stories.It's either they were defrauded or that Barrister Emeka Ugwonye was preying on innocent vulnerable women who came for legal help. Emeka was always in the news for the wrong reasons. It's either he defrauded someone or he has released a photoshopped Nude of someone or he is asking women ,I mean married women who seek his help to have sexual relations with him.Now,When i hear these stories,I go straight to him and say "XYZ said this".He never gives an answer worthwhile. It's either they are enemies of DPA or that they hate him or They are from David Aiyedoghon or loretta onochie.

Emeka contacted me and told me he wanted me to be his Media Rep.I sent him my CV and he asked that I come to his office which i did. I had spoken to someone who advised that i record our conversation and make a video.So I took my spy camera and off I went. Immediately I got into his office,The first question he asked me is if I was happy in marriage 🤤.That he likes me.I told him that I am and with the kind of man I married,I will always be. I started to advice him.I told him to stop being in the media for the wrong reasons and that I was going to give him a girlfriend so that he can stop being a Mockery with different women saying "He wants to date me" He agreed.He gave conditions for the women.

I spoke to a Few confidants on Facebook and my fear was confirmed.I was dealing with a Retard.I went to my drawing Board and started to dot my "I(s)" and cross my T(s). No normal person Thrives in bad controversies except a man who has inferiority complex and is psychotic in Nature.

Now DPA is a group made up of atleast 250k+ Individuals and these individuals are requested to pay 6k naira for registration to enable them get help where ever ,whenever.I never paid.🤣.I started to question what I know long ago. We had this Little group we formed called Power house where contributions were made for children.we made Tshirts and also planned to print books for them and Vist schools to teach them about Child Abuse. The group became Dormant because Emeka removed the Key Admin of that group who by the way was a strong supporter Ephraitah Peters

A man lost his son in the hands of the police.Emeka advised that he pays his 6k before he can handle the case.After paying 6k,the case has gone cold with no help for that man and justice for the boy.

Sometime in April or so,A lady by the name Chimdi uzozie contacted me.Apparently She wanted a Divorce on the grounds of violence.I refered her to Emeka.We spoke on phone and facebook call and she said we should meet.it never happened and i couldnt reach her. 

Weeks later,her husband contacted me and told me Emeka was trying to sleep with his wife.I couldnt believe it,So i asked for his wife's password to access her account with her Gmail log in too. To my total disbelief,Emeka was making a fool of himself in the inbox of a married woman.The husband started threatening him while sending out info to the whole world.He accused me of trying to hook his wife up with Emeka.Infact he said that is how we sleep with him.Apparently,chimdi went and showed the mesaage to her husband after they had reconciled. I knew the truth.i saw with my own eyes. He made a post to his gullible followers about it and i just laughed.He accused Amanda chisom but he knew he was lying.

Ephraitah reached out to me and told me that Emeka asked that monies contributed outside be paid into his account.I told her not to Dare.I told her to reach out to these women who contributed first. He fought like a thief for 198k.I was so ashamed.The women wanted their monies sent to Different Orphanages.He wanted the money so bad,I began to wonder. He called Ephraitah a Fraud.Then the women on the group fought against his outburst and name calling asked that the monies from Dpa be accounted for. I lent my voice."ACCOUNT for DPA FUNDS.If 50,000 people registered,That is 300million naira.Has Emeka done any case that has reached that amount?Has he handled any case that reached a conclusion? 1)Aluu 4-Contibutions were made 2)Chacha(Ghost series) 3) Ivie Imobhio

I became an enemy.So he has tried unending to pull me down.He talked about my battle with depression. Emeka called and boasted that he killed someone and got away with it ,That he will assasinate me execution style.When that was Not working,He started to cook up lies.

Ogechi Stella Njoku became an enemy and Emeka went and shamed her with her status on DPA.SoWhat she is positive,We love her just the way she is.She is a million times a better woman than you will ever be .When you click on her name,she doesnt have dirt falling off her track record.Emeka tell me one good thing about you on google?Just because she spoke up.

Dear Emeka Ugwuonye, I dare you .I am Fearless. Yes i was molested .so what?i am better than you.I now coach young girls who have been abused.I came out strong.I am better than my yesterday.I am married to the Cutest man on earth😍😋🤑(Argue with phone) who loves me unconditionally.i wake up to the full package of awesomeness.I am wrapped in the arms of finely built Man with lips to Die for.I am the Mother to the most Adorable kids on earth. My own heavenly package and guess what?I wasn't trained in Harvard.I am comfortable. I believe in the santity of marriage.I believe in keeping my body in tact as it is a gracious temple.

You?You are worse everyday.Blackmailing everyone who crosses your path.I was born by a Lioness ,so I cant be a pussy Cat.Just in one week,you have blackmailed people,going from inbox to inbox. Searching for Enemies where there are none.You are your Number one enemy.You are your own downfall. You prey on the helpless and poor with no voice. You prey on Helpless women in need of help and vulnerable women who need a voice.

You took the sacred cause of fighting against injustice for women and Men and you have twarted it for your own selfish Gain. Probably,that is why you have been married 3times and divorced 3 times. You prey on the weaknesses of women who come to you for help.When they refuse to continue in your lies,You start fabricating stories and gathering Dirt. A woman comes to you for help and you go to the highest bidder.you find out that her husband is richer and can afford to pay you your frivolous fees,You side line the woman and go to her husband while perpetrating your evil.

See Emeka,You can fight me but when you bring in my Husband or Father then you will have me to contend with. I can't blame you much.You do not have the slightest idea what being a Responsible Father is.You Do not have the slightest Idea what being a responsible Husband is .So it is a natural phenomenon with you. You spray Expensive perfumes to hide your Bad character and Dementia. Your own sister called you a Devil.You wanted her to die so that you can take over her properties as you were her lawyer. A woman left her property in your care and Died,what did you do?You took the properties ,sold them off and said she was your fiancee who died and was owing you. YOU SHOULD BE INVESTIGATED.

So Emeka, 1)Release the full account for DPA. Show proof of monies that came in with proof of how they went out.Proove to the world that you arent a con man.Account for DPA funds.Proof all your alleged enemies wrong

2)You say Chimdi Uzozie was a clone account,Unblock that contact and show the world your inbox.Show the world that you didnt try to Date a married woman who in her state of anger ,tried to get a divorce.

3)Proove all you have said about my father. If you cant then you as empty as a Barrel.

4)Where is the money we contributed for the pregnant woman?You didnt give her.

I am attaching my chat with him and then i will upload a video of my visit to his coweb ridden office that almost gave me an Asthmatic attack.

Note:Emeka admits to chatting with the said woman but he told his followers that someone cloned his account.So if the Account was cloned,How comehe admits to chatting with her?

I call on all the women Emeka is blackmailing,Come forth and Expose his messages to you.This must stop.Enough is enough.

If also you have a friend who has HIV please let her contact me or ogechi njoku.We have a safe haven for them. They will learn alot and see people who are positive but are living their lives to the fullest.

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