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princessamericachavez · 1 year

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911 6x11 Coda

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“So this dreamland of yours,” Eddie says after a comfortable silence filled only by the background noise of the sports commentators, “what was it really like?”

“Super freaky,” Buck huffs a laugh. “I told you already.”

“No,” Eddie drawls the word with playful annoyance. “You told us the saccharine version because Christopher was there. Or because you didn’t want someone else to know the details. I don’t know,” he shrugs. “All I know is you aren’t telling the whole story.”

“I am,” Buck tries, but can hear the uncertainty in his own voice.

Eddie finally peels his eyes off the tv screen to pin him with a knowing look.

“Buck, I know you. You were holding back. Which… fine, you don't owe the entire world details about whatever was going on in your brain during a coma. I get it. But, c’mon, it’s me. Spill.”

Buck bites the inside of his cheek. There are details he really doesn't want to reach the others. He doesn’t want to upset anyone with the fucked up things his subconscious came up with. But… yeah, this is Eddie. Somehow, it feels wrong not to tell him.

“Bobby was dead.”

Even now, in the real world, having seen him just a few hours ago for lunch, the words get stuck in his throat. Buck hates the way his voice shakes with the ghost of heartbreak, still remembers the sensation of the world crashing down around him when Chimney (fake Chimney) told him. He tightens the grip of his beer, letting the sting of his wounded hands ground him in this reality.

Eddie arches his eyebrows. “What happened?”

“He… fell off the wagon. No one noticed, until it was too late.”

“Because you weren’t there?” Eddie’s expression turns critical. “Buck, you do know Bobby’s sobriety isn’t your responsibility, right?”

“I know. I know. The world doesn’t revolve around me,” he rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer to wash down the bitterness. “But you… you didn’t know Cap before. Before you joined, for a while, he was… different. Too reserved. Like- like he thought if he didn’t get to know us, we’d be better off or something.”

He can see the confusion in Eddie’s eyes while the information sets in. He can’t blame him. This Cap, this Bobby, is so different it’s almost impossible to reconcile him with the one he first met.

“Anyway,” he tries to lighten the air, “I guess I was annoying enough to break him out of his shell a little, or make him laugh. Or maybe I’m just giving myself too much credit.”

Eddie lets out a noncommittal hum. “Guess I can see that.”

It feels good to have said it, to let it out, to have someone else know. He trusts Eddie’s discretion and knows that, if Bobby’s death comes to haunt him in his nightmares, he’ll at least have someone to tell. He’s ready to return his attention back to the game when Eddie pops a sudden question:

“And me? What was I like?”

“I told you.”

“Angry, yeah,” Eddie frowns. “So that’s it? Without you I’m just… angry guy?”

Buck laughs, shaking his head, and is about to change de subject when he notices that Eddie looks bothered by the statement. As if whatever Buck’s subconscious said about him was a big offense.

“It wasn’t about me,” he offers.

Eddie pins him with another look meant to strip him bare of his secrets. Buck looks down at his hands, unable to meet his eyes:

“You- you lost Chris. To your parents. Big messy legal battle. Hen- Hen said they declared you unfit to be a single dad and a firefighter.”

Eddie takes a big gulp of beer with his eyes on the screen.

“Oh, yeah… that’d piss me off.”

To Buck’s relief, he sounds lighthearted about it. He guesses it’s easier when it’s just a made up crazy reality in someone else’s dying brain, when it didn’t feel so real and definitive as it did to him.

“Guess no one else there introduced you to Carla.”

“And you weren’t there,” Eddie points, “to fight for him.”

“No, I wasn’t…”

Eddie nods, still staring at some point in the distance, clearly not watching the game. Buck waits him out, let’s the idea settle, because he knows his silences enough to guess this one prefaces a statement.

“And you didn’t meet me there?” He finally asks and, again, he seems offended with Buck’s subconscious.

Buck feels the need to defend himself:

“To be fair, you would’ve just called me crazy and called the cops on me or something. I mean, Chim and Hen were ready to roll with it, but you don’t even believe in jinxes. What do you think you would’ve said if a guy you’ve never met before showed up claiming to be your best friend from another life?”

Eddie laughs, really laughs, and Buck finds himself smiling too. On retrospect, he kinda wishes he had searched him out, just to have another ridiculous scenario to tell him about now.

“No, that’s- that’s true,” Eddie shakes his head, still smiling. “Probably would’ve dragged you to the nearest psych ward. Still…” he trails off.

“Still what?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I feel bad for that Eddie. Sounds like he could’ve used a Buck in his life.”

Buck is past feeling guilty for leaving those subconscious versions of his family behind (except for Chris, he’s never getting over that one), but he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been running through scenarios in his head, wondering what could’ve happened if he’d stayed. (Aside from, obviously, being dead and all that).

“Yeah, I guess so,” he sighs sipping his beer. “Still, I don’t know how much I could’ve helped. I mean, of course, I would’ve tried to help you- him get Chris back. But I’m not sure how that’d work without the whole legal guardian thing, you know? I mean, m- maybe I could’ve found Ca-“

The cushion hits him square in the face and nearly makes him spill his beer.

“Hey! What’s that about?! I’m convalescent here!”

“That’s not what I meant."

“No?”

“No!” Eddie rolls his eyes, exasperated for some reason Buck doesn’t understand. “I mean… yeah, if I was in that position, of course, I’d want help getting my son back. But that’s not it…”

Buck scratches the back of his head, squinting at Eddie like it’ll somehow help him read between the lines of whatever he’s trying to say.

“Then what is it?”

“I just-“ Eddie stumbles with his words and sighs. “I just meant... it sounds like he could use a friend.”

What good would that do?

Buck doesn’t say it, but his face must betray the thought by the way Eddie’s mouth twists with annoyance.

“Buck, all your help with Chris, introducing us to Carla, you being part of his life, helping me raise him… of course, it means a lot. I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

“But?” He prompts.

“But,” Eddie says slowly, looking him in the eye, “that’s not all that matters. I mean, you’re my best friend, man. Even without all that, I’d want to be friends with you, hang out, laugh, do shit all on a Sunday night. That matters too.”

Just being Buck.

“Oh.”

Eddie looks away, takes two big gulps of beer, like they can wash down the emotional weight of what he’s trying to explain.

“I’m just saying,” he says, eyes still on the game they are both ignoring. “If I was going through that, it sounds like hell… I’d want a friend like you by my side. You’re a very good friend.”

Buck ducks his head to hide the heat of blood rushing through his entire face. “Uh, well, thanks… I- uh, I appreciate it. You’re a great friend too.”

He tries to picture Eddie without him. Tries to picture himself without Eddie. Both options seem impossible.

“Well, good thing we met," he decides with a grin, raising his beer lightly against Eddie's.

"Good thing you didn't die," Eddie says, and though he tries to hide it behind a sip of his beer and a distant look at the tv, Buck can feel the heaviness hidden behind that sentence. It only hits him at that moment... Eddie was maybe a little too close to finding out exactly what his life without Buck would be like. "I mean," he goes on with a shrug, "sucks for that other Eddie, but I'm not much of the sharing type. So I'm glad you came back."

"Of course," Buck smiles, trying to match the false lightness in his tone. "You're stuck with me."

"Good," Eddie nods a single time like the matter's settled. "But I'd rather not be stuck with this couch."

"It's so uncomfortable!" Buck chuckles, glad that someone finally brought it up.

"So uncomfortable!" Eddie agrees, finally meeting his eyes.

"My mom's always had the worst taste in furniture."

"Oh, so it runs in the family."

"Hey!" Buck pretends to be offended and throws the cushion back at his smug grinning face.

He misses by quite a bit (something to worry about later). Instead, the cushion knocks the beer bottle clean out of Eddie's hand and spills the dark liquid all over the couch's white fabric.

Buck and Eddie look at the growing stain. They stare at each other, silent, frozen with the sudden panic of two little kids about to be reprimanded by a grown-up. Except, there are no parents here...

...just two grown men who burst out laughing at the exact same time, bent over in a fit of giggles so loud that it drowns out the game's final touchdown. Not that anybody was watching, anyway.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 fox #911 spoilers #i just want them to be happy and laugh together ok?#911 fic

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magniloquent-raven · 2 months

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hope yall are in the mood for some aro max because i wrote some aro max (and terrible-at-feelings-but-trying-to-help billy lmao)

posted on ao3

"Alright, shithead, spill." Billy lands heavy in the empty space next to Max, arms crossed. He's not looking at her, and his expression is his version of blank. A careful mask that doesn't keep the ghost of a scowl from pinches the corner of his mouth.

It's not the worst way he's ever approached a conversation, and it's not like she was really watching whatever's on the TV, but irritation grips her insides tight anyways.

Christ, he didn't even bother washing the engine grease off his face before ambushing her. His work clothes are streaked with grime where he's been wiping his hands all day. No doubt Steve's going to make him clean the cushions later.

Which would be funny, except that might leave her without a bed for the night.

She eyes the side of his head, annoyed at his dumb purple scrunchie and all the curls slipping out of it and the little blue crystal stud Steve bought him that he's been wearing ever since. She hates his whole face right now. Looking at him try to act like the big brother he never was makes her chest squeeze unpleasantly.

"Mind your own business." She crosses her arms. And then uncrosses them, shoving balled fists into her sweater pocket instead.

"Fuck that, you made this my business when you decided to mope on my couch and eat all of my food for three fucking days."

"Steve's couch," Max mutters.

A muscle in Billy's jaw jumps. It's grimly satisfying to hit a nerve. Misery loves company and all that. Max doesn't even know the full extent of the issue, but she's heard enough snippets of arguments to know cohabitation isn't going as smoothly for them as Billy wants everyone to think.

"Not the point."

Max scrapes her fingernail along the seam of her pocket, digging up lint and stale crumbs. This sweater needs to be washed. It was thrown over the back of her desk chair, and she didn't bother with the sniff test before she grabbed it on her way out the door. It wasn't until she'd fled half a block away that she noticed it reeked of stale sweat. And it's only gotten worse in the days she's spent here with no change of clothes.

He's still waiting for her to say something. Like it's that easy. He's a hypocrite if he expects her to spill her guts just like that. He's never made a single thing easy, he doesn't get to just…

But maybe he doesn't actually care, if flat out demanding answers was his game plan. Maybe it didn't matter that his approach was shitty. "If you wanted me out of the apartment, you could just say that." She's not sure she actually believes that, but it's the only thing willing to come out of her mouth.

Billy turns to look at her, a crease between his eyebrows. She doesn't know if it's concern or confusion. Maybe both. Or neither. His face is hard to read sometimes, when he wants it to be. It unnerving. Not as scary as it used to be, but still. She liked it better when he was awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"I would've just said that, if that's what I was getting at, dumbass." He stops. Sighs, short and sharp, and rubs his forehead. "Look, I heard Ellie's moving in with that girl she's been seeing…"

Max jolts. The reminder hits like a bucket of ice water dumped on her head, a sudden shock that lingers, unpleasantly trickling down her back and leaving her palms clammy. She grinds her teeth. Forces out, "Yeah, so?"

"So, I can put two and two together, alright."

"Well I hope so, seeing as you graduated high school and all."

"Ha ha. Hilarious. You know what I meant."

Of course she knows. He's jumped to the same conclusion everyone else has. What El thought when she broke the news, all big sad eyes and careful words, walking on egg shells. What Lucas thought when she went running to him in tears and a rank old hoodie. What Steve thought last night when he told her she could get whatever toppings she wanted on the pizza he was ordering. She's tired of pitying faces and sympathetic gestures, and she's tired of everyone's assumptions.

"I'm not in love with her."

"Oh come on, everyone knows you two had a thing—"

"Would you just fucking leave it?"

Her eyes start to burn. There's a weight in her chest she's been carrying for days—or maybe it's been there for months, years, and she's only just noticing it now—pressure on her lungs, iron fingers gripping her heart. It gets heavier the more she dwells on it, and Billy's prodding isn't helping.

"Max…"

"I wouldn't have crashed here if I knew you were going to hold it over my head like this."

"Bullshit, I know you didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Could've figured something out." She cringes internally at the lie. It's petulance alone that keeps her from admitting Billy's right.

Besides, even if all her friends hadn't been too busy, too preoccupied, too unavailable, even if she'd settled for a patch of floor in Lucas's dorm room—which definitely would've gotten him in trouble with his girlfriend again—it's not like they would've been any less nosy. In fact she might've had less time to herself before the interrogation started.

Billy scoffs, "What, like running back to your mama and hoping she's sober enough to give a fuck about your teenage melodrama—"

"Fuck you!" Max snaps, bristling with anger too big to stay trapped in her ribcage. It burns in her veins, tension trembling down her arms, her hands, her fingers. She wants to hit something. Someone. It's making her palms sweat and her shoulders ache. Keeping still. Contained. He's trying to get a rise out of her, trying to get her to slip and say something, and she's not going to give him the satisfaction.

"You lived through actual monsters trying to kill your friends, and you're acting like a girl not liking you back is the end of the world."

"That's not…" Max lets out a slow breath through her nose, jaw clenching shut.

"Stop being a fucking pussy, Max."

"Oh that is rich coming from you."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"No, I don't think I did."

"Have you told Steve you hate the way he's always throwing his parents' money around?" Max sneers back at him. He withdraws all at once, mouth snapping shut, eyes going dark, seething. That muscle in his jaw is twitching again. "Yeah. Of course you haven't. You don't have a leg to stand on here."

He stares at her for a long time, not saying a word. It's worse than if he'd yelled or broken something or threatened her. It's uncertain, and tense, and she can't do anything but stew in her own impotent rage. There's a part of her that wants to jab at him more, cut deeper into that wound. There's so more she could say, but it gets lodged in her throat when she notices the way he keeps digging his fingernails into his forearm.

She uncurls her fists in her pocket, and her knuckles protest after being clenched for so long. Flexing her fingers doesn't make it feel any better.

When Billy finally speaks he's so quiet she barely hears him over the canned laughter crackling through TV speakers. "At least I can admit I love him."

A dozen different impulses all crash into each other. Kick the coffee table. Punch him in the nose. Scream. Break something. Anything. Any goddamn thing.

Max's whole body tenses, flinches, and a sound rips out of her, a scoff, a sob, a wet, mirthless laugh. And the dam breaks. She cracks. Crumbles. Angry tears burn her eyes. "I don't love her and I never did."

"Max—"

"You don't fucking get it, Billy, nobody gets it! Nobody listens!" She swipes at the wetness on her cheeks with the heel of her hand. "She was one of my best friends, so I thought maybe… Things never 'clicked' with Lucas, so I thought…" Words fail her again, petering off into a frustrated growl.

El didn't understand when Max ended things. She didn't understand why. Max hardly understood at the time. But she's done a lot of thinking since then. About every bullshit excuse she'd ever used to break up with Lucas when they were kids, and how much of a relief it always was. The dread she buried whenever she took him back because she missed having him around. The same emptiness she pretended she didn't feel when she was trying to convince herself kissing girls instead was the answer.

Being more sure of herself should've made it easier to say, but it hasn't. She takes a breath.

"I've never felt that way about anyone. And I doubt I ever will."

Billy eyes her carefully. Neutrally. His silence makes her twitchy.

"Okay," he says after far too long, then gestures vaguely at her, "What's all this about then."

"I…" Max blinks at him. He blurs. She blinks again. A whole spectrum of emotions swell up between her ribs, pressing out like a balloon about to burst and making her feel queasy. "That's it?"

"Did you want me to say something else."

When she told Lucas he said she must be a late bloomer. Not to worry, because he's sure she'll get there eventually. El took it personally. Yelled. Cried. Didn't talk to her for weeks afterwards. When she told Mike she was single by choice thank-you-very-much he laughed at her. Mocked her. Whenever she visits her mother there are a million and one questions about why she hasn't found a husband yet.

She didn't want her friends and family to say any of those things, but she expected them to. She didn't expect this.

"...No."

"Okay," he repeats, with just a hint of impatience. "So?"

"It's…" Her voice is unsteady, small and wavering. "I don't want to end up alone."

Billy sucks in a short, sharp, barely audible breath.

Max curls her arms around herself, palms flat against her sides, tucking deeper into her sweater. "I'm glad El likes this girl, I'm, fucking. Happy for her. Or, I was, I guess. But she barely talks to me anymore, and now she's moving out of our place—Everyone just keeps fucking leaving. Because they've all got someone more important than…than the person who's only ever gonna be just a friend."

It feels so much more real now that she's said it out loud. The yawning abyss of her future threatens to swallow her whole, and all she can do is stare at its teeth. No shuddering gulp of air is enough to make her lungs stop burning, and she's given up trying to dry her eyes.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do if all I have isn't good enough."

"Shit," Billy mutters. "Max, Jesus Christ, just. C'mere." He turns to face her, prodding gingerly at her elbow until she slumps against his shoulder. He stinks like sweat and motor oil and shitty cigarettes, and his embrace is awkward, hesitant, but she clings to him anyways.

He lets her cry. Lets her gets tears and snot on his shirt. Doesn't say a word while she sobs her heart out. Eventually she goes quiet, half expecting him to pull away immediately, but he stays, arms loosely wrapped around her.

Max snuffles, then wrinkles her nose. "You need to shower," she mumbles.

He snorts. "Yeah, whatever, Captain Snot. You're not exactly a basket of roses either."

She huffs quietly.

"Listen…" Billy starts, and pauses. "I chose to be your brother. I decided to be. I didn't keep you around because my dad made me or because Steve likes you, I did it because you're important to me. And your shithead friends love you too, Max, they're just idiots. You have to tell them what's going on instead of hiding in my living room for the rest of your life."

Max sits up, wiping her face on her sleeve, and lets out a jittering sigh. He's right. She knows he's right, some distant part of her knows it, but it's buried too deep to feel like it's real. Maybe his words soften the earth packed around it, maybe hearing him admit he cares will make it easier to dig that part out, but she's too exhausted to pick up a shovel yet.

She nods. It's all she can manage.

"Alright. Now help me flip these cushions before Steve gets home."

Max cracks a tiny smile. "You're terrible."

"Yeah, and you're stuck with me. Jokes on you."

"...I can live with that."

✨tag list✨

@spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

#max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things #aro headcanon #(kinda? mostly i just had some stuff i wanted to write about being aro and chose max as a vessel lmfao)#aro max mayfield #a raven's writing desk #stranger things ficlet

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ghouljams · 6 months

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I am giving the go ahead to go and analyze. For I too am foaming at the mouth for the info dump of analyzing and putting songs to fics. I can't not listen to hozier when i read your works now.

Your works are just hozier coded to me

(am gunna also start signin off uvu)

- a hungry raccoon 🦝

My Darling I am Hozier coded. I am in love with that man, and nearly all my WIPs have a Hozier title because I'm a huge nerd. (I even got to see him in concert in september AAAAH he was so good)

Actually the Cowboy AU is the only one that doesn't have a Hozier title. Ghost/Goose's official title it "Here's Hoping(Things Look Better on the Other Side)." Which I'm not planning on changing but "I'll Crawl Home to You" would also work really well. Anyway Ghoul being pretentious under the cut.

So I am going to preface this saying that I believe Hozier has said the song is about addiction, the way it starts sweet and then you can't get out. But I have my own thoughts because I'm a romantic, and you're going to listen to them. I am going to interpret this as Ghost telling folks about Goose.

"Boys, workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

OK verse 1. The first two lines are very much Ghost's time in the military. He's not really there, he's an empty person, a shell for the SAS to command, and he faces hell every day like that. He's hopeless, but he doesn't have a need for it, hell is an inevitability to him. Lines 3 and 4, I think that's again him in the military. He thinks about the life he's never going to have. He barely eats, he's in survival mode, there's not a life worth living for him so he only does what he needs to. Then with line 5 we meet Goose, and with line 6 Ghost decides he never wants anyone else. There's nothing sweeter than his baby, no one that takes him the way she does, she sees him for all that he is and she wants him anyway.

Then the last line of verse 1. UGH. The guilt. This is Price's kid. He loves her but she's bad for him, he can't have her. And Goose is still sweet to him, even when they both know there's no future for this, she still is sweet. AND IT HURTS. It hurts Ghost to be around her and so he pushes her away.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Verse 2, we'll cover the chorus at the end. Yeah the sins. The SINS. Ghost pushing Goose away, but also a callback to how they met, to the bar and choosing each other. When Goose found him he wasn't a person, he was Ghost, he was bound for hell and nothing was going to lift him from the lake of fire. But then lines 3/4, Goose doesn't push to break his walls down, in fact she sets up her own. Stakes a flag on his head that say's "Goose's do not touch" and somehow that works. He has a safety net the likes of which he's never had before, and when he turns to look at Goose he realizes she doesn't have much either.

Line 4? She's given her whole life to a cause the same way he has, she's never made a choice that wasn't for someone else. There are expectations that she's taken on that no one should have asked her to. Ghost sees that, sees that he's a choice too and he has to decide if he's a good one. I think again(I know I've said this a million times) that Ghost has lived his career like he's dying. He's never cared about whether he makes it out alive, as long as the people he's watching over live it's fine. But Goose tells him, "you're not allowed to die" and he believes her. She never asks him what brought him to this point, but she's there when he's ready to tell her.

"My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free Heaven and hell were words to me"

Verse 3, lfg. Despite being a worrier, Goose really doesn't worry over what Ghost did in special forces. He served under her father, and that's worth its weight in gold. For all his "I'm dangerous" talk, Ghost has never raised a hand to her, never tried to hurt her, and never done anything to make her think that Price was wrong to recruit him. For all the bad he may have done, Goose holds onto Ghost's hope that it was all for the greater good.

They we wrap up the verse, lines 3-8, it doesn't matter if Ghost is bound for hell because he has Goose now, and whatever happens they're in it together. Goose accepts Ghost as he is, she loves him for all his flaws, and she has him body and soul. Lines 4 and 7 feel very much like an admittance from Ghost that Goose really wears the pants in their relationship. She's the one steering their ship, and he's perfectly happy to take her orders. It's freeing for him to put himself into the hands of someone who loves him so unconditionally that she would stand up at the gates of heaven and demand he be allowed in. She'd fight Gabriel himself for Ghost. But he'd never ask her to, because it doesn't matter anymore.

Heaven and Hell are just words, they're not a promise or a reward, or a weight around his neck. He has Goose, and she has him, and that's his heaven. He's free from trying to scrape a shred of forgiveness from a higher power, Goose is his God now.

"When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

Yeah Chorussss. We love the grave metaphors for Ghost, very cheeky little backstory nods. He's crawled out of a grave once, and he can do it again. Nothing will keep him from Goose, and the peace that she offers him. What's heaven, what's hell? He can find better rest in her arms, and he will always crawl home to her.

But also! "Lay me gently" GENTLY, he wants to be taken care of. Even in the lowest points of his life. He begs for it over and over between every verse. "Treat me gently, even if I leave it behind give me comfort." Over and over again. He doesn't expect comfort except in death, but by the end I have to think: who's laying Ghost to rest? Goose probably, and she will always treat him gently. Because for as big and scary as Ghost is, he craves softness. He's built tall walls to hide the cracks in his armor, to hide the delicate underbelly, but it's still there waiting to be loved. And Goose loves him, for all of it.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #cod x oc #x oc #cowboy!ghost #simon ghost riley x oc #oc: goose #anywaaaaaaaay I love work song #and I love doing ghost analyses

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snootlestheangel · 9 months

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Another SoapGaz Bromance Rant

As many of you should know by now, I am like the biggest advocate for the SoapGaz Bromance, but that also means Ghost and Gaz having a bro-ship. Not a bromance, but more like brothers in a way.

I have a couple other posts about this here and here; the second one being a short fic

ANYWAYS

What I'm trying to get at is I need more Ghost and Gaz bonding. There is no way in hell that either one of them is going to have the relationship they do with Soap without being more than just teammates.

The first post I linked does a much better job putting this all into words, so I suggest you read it first. It is late, my brain is fried from stress, and I am determined to get this out.

So now I'm thinking about all the times Ghost and Gaz have done something together, just the two of them, to get to know the other better. Yeah, it definitely starts out being just for Soap. They start out bonding and getting to know each other all because of Soap. Because Soap clearly loves both of them so much and he shouldn't have to choose. So they fix that. They start to get more comfortable with the other for the sake of Soap.

But then they realize they just enjoy each other's company. It's definitely nowhere near the same as Ghost and Soap's relationship, nor even Gaz and Soap's relationship, but it's definitely now more than "just teammates that became friends simply because of a third party".

It's a brotherly relationship.

It's Big Brother Ghost feeling those same protective feelings he had with Tommy. Seeing the innocence still there in Gaz and deciding to do anything in his power to protect that innocence; to protect Gaz. It's Ghost seeing that Gaz is stressed out and making sure he still finds the time to take care of himself. It's always brushed off with an excuse about how he doesn't want one of his men compromised because they skipped lunch or some shit. But they both know and understand that it's because Ghost cares about him.

It's Little Brother Gaz freaking out over something and seeking comfort/safety in the presence of Ghost. It's Gaz realizing he still has so much to learn when he watches Ghost train/teach recruits. It's Gaz helping Ghost get out of his shell by teasing him about his "crush" (ie teasing him about his relationship with Soap). It's Gaz being so annoying about it that it actually makes Ghost smile when he can tell Gaz off because "he's my boyfriend, dammit!".

It's Gaz dragging Ghost to various places (with or without Soap) to help heal his inner child because the last thing you want goddammit is for your best mate's boyfriend to not know what it's like to ride a fucking roller coaster. And yeah, Ghost grumbles that he's been in plenty of helicopters, isn't that the same thing? And Gaz just being absolutely floored because "No, it isn't!". What kind of friend would he be if he let Soap continue to date a man that's never had fucking cotton candy?! That's never watched the classic Disney movies?? That's never built a pillow fort?? A horrible friend is what!

It's Gaz helping Soap get little things for Ghost when the man spends too long looking at them in the little shops in town nearby base. It's Gaz helping Ghost figure out how to word properly so he can express his undying love for Soap (read as Gaz trying desperately to stop being the middle man because for fuck's sake they're already together, why does he still have to put up with this shit??)

It's Gaz and Ghost getting into intense prank wars because Gaz thought he was tough shit and decided to mess with Ghost one day and it just escalated.

But ya know what else their relationship is?

It's Ghost coming back to base one day and finding Gaz alone in a room, shaking and crying. It's Ghost sitting there with his friend, offering a hand just in case. It's Ghost helping Gaz get through a really bad panic attack because if anyone knows how to cope with those, it's him.

It's Gaz staying up with Ghost on the nights Johnny isn't there and he's having trouble fighting back the nightmares. It's Gaz keeping him distracted with stupid memes because of course Ghost is "such a boomer, how do you not know this meme??" And it's the laughter that makes Ghost feel good enough to fall asleep on the couch, even if he gets an earful from Gaz in the morning about falling asleep on his leg.

And at the end of the day, it's Soap watching quietly from the doorway, having gotten back early, watching as Ghost and Gaz trade insults towards the awful movie they're watching together. Soap is smiling, never having been happier. Cause yeah it's a little fucked up, but that's Simon's family right there, laughing and sharing a bowl of popcorn with him.

#i keep giving myself 'Ghost gets a family' feelings #like just ghost and gaz being brothers in a unique way #all started because they just fucking love soap so fucking much #soapghost #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #gaz and ghost bonding over their love of soap #gaz and soap #soap and gaz bromance for the win

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 3 months

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We know about how Ghost would react to your SSDF au but what about your original iteration tmnt: solar flare?

Idk if I should answer this since I have barely even TALKED about tmnt: solar glare on this blog. Let alone actually get the turtles ref sheets made. But on the other hand making Ghost suffer is very fun...

So Im doing it anyways

@bluepeachstudios Im borrowing the sad old man again (he's too much fun not too)

Putting it all under a read more because spoilers for a lot of major plot points in solar flare. If you dont wanna be spoiled dont look

You have been warned :)

The first thing Ghost would think is "How the shell are these kids not dead?" Because the turtles are absolute DANGER MAGNETS

These absolute idiots, on their first night being on the surface:

FOUGHT THE GODDAMN SHREDDER

NEARLY GOT KILLED BY THE SHREDDER

Got sent to the Spirit Realm

Got attacked by angry spirits

Accidentally CURSED themselves by messing with something they were absolutely not supposed to mess with

Barely escaped the Spirit Realm, now fully cursed

Accidently UNLEASHED dozens of angry spirits into New York

And to make matters worse they got discovered followed back home by a HUMAN (April)

That was NIGHT ONE

Ghost and his brothers were lucky, they only fought Mousers and the Purple Dragons on their first night

And it only gets worse

That curse I mentioned, it has pros and cons. The pros being that it can turn the boys into literal shadows, enhance their strength and speed, make them near completely invulnerable to attack, actually let them attack the previously untouchable spirits, (let then turn into giant shadow monsters), etc. The CONS on the other hand is that the curse is slowly KILLING THEM. Draining more and more of their energy, breaking their bodies a little more each time. And the more that the cool shadow abilities are used the faster the effects are, the worse they'll get and the longer they'll last. Yeah. Ghost would absolutely not have a good time with that. (And would most definitely devote as much time as he could to trying to create a cure or at least find a way to lessen the side effects)

Anyways then theres the matter of the Spirits running loose, very strong, very angry vengeful spirits. That cant be knocked out or killed, they have to be banished back to the Spirit Realm. Which is not at all an easy task. (And considering that the boys will at one point spend an entire WEEK fighting those ghostly fucks practically nonstop to the point that they dont even go back to the lair until they are literally about to pass out from sheer exhaustion...yeah not fun. Ghost might have to carry them all back home) And there's also the Shredder and his growing army of goons causing trouble. Point is Ghost is gonna have a REALLY hard time keeping the kids from constantly fighting for their lives against incredibly strong enemies instead of actually being kids. Poor Ghost

The constant stress and fear along is definitely straining the boys' relationships with each other.

Especially between Leo and Raph. The two closest siblings of the family. The ones that said they were twins and stood by that for their entire lives.

And now they're arguing practically all the time. Cant even go one mission without at least one argument. Leo making reckless plans thinking they'll work perfectly fine then panicking when things inevitably go south and Raph getting angry at him for "screwing up" only because Raph is absolutely TERRIFIED. And Ghost trying to be the mediator, but its hard when you have two incredibly stubborn sixteen year old boys at each other's throats. (Ghost is reminded of the many many Raph-Leo fights that his own Raphael and Leonardo used to have. Only somehow, these are worse.) It just escalates and escalates further and further until one night.

When Raph and Leo actually FIGHT each other.

And it ends when Raph full on quits the team and leaves. Leaves Leo alone on that rooftop, in the pouring rain. (Ghost will never forget that shocked, borderline horrified look on Leo's face as the reality and the guilt over what just happened sets in)

Raph doesnt come home.

Ghost thought he just needed time to cool off but he still doesnt come home. It gets to the point that he tracks the red clad turtle down.

Only to find him in the Footclan headquarters.

Raph had joined the Footclan because he was so tired of the fighting, the arguing.

(Obviously Ghost would go over there to try and break Raph out by any means necessary, even when Raph refuses to leave. He didnt want to join his family's biggest enemies but he was angry when he said yes and now he thinks he's in too deep to leave, even despite Ghost's attempts to reason with him)

Which leads to Leo to do something really, really, really stupid. Not saying what because major spoilers but it ends with him willingly offering himself up to be taken to another dimension in exchange for his family being spared the same fate.

What would happen to him there? Ghost doesnt know.

But that swirling white portal, his child being handcuffed and pushed through despite how hard everyone, Ghost included, is begging for this not to happen, no matter how hard he fights against his own restraints he cant free himself, it breaks something inside him.

All he can do is watch helplessly as Leo disappears into a portal, just like he did when he was sixteen himself, presumably to never be seen again.

Leo is gone for an entire month.

An entire of Ghost obsessively working on the portal with Donnie, trying so so hard to get it to work so they can find him. A month of trying to keep the family together and comfort his poor children who are falling apart at the seams. (Donnie doesnt sleep much anymore, trying so incredibly hard to get the portal working, even moreso than Ghost. Mikey teetering on the verge of a breakdown, going out with April and Casey to search for any signs of Leo every single night. Raph is consumed with guilt, it had been HIS fault that this whole mess happened, and now the poor boy is trying desperately to help his family while also trying to defect from the Footclan, which isnt easy.) A month of searching for the people that took Leo away, a month of hoping and praying that Leo was alright.

And then Leo comes home, with a white samurai rabbit in tow (Despite everything, Ghost finds it a little amusing that some things never change, even across dimensions)

He's different now. Quieter, not nearly as excited as he used to be. His arms and legs are completely wrapped up in black wrappings, up to the shoulder and upper thighs respectively. And he refuses to take the wrappings off. (He now has a slight limp on his right side, his brothers dont notice it but Ghost absolutely does.) And most importantly he refuses to talk about what happened when they were separated. Always saying "Its nothing." "I dont wanna talk about it." "There's nothing to talk about." "I'm fine."

Ghost is worried about him, obviously something happened. Something bad enough to turn the silly, dorky, hero-wannabe kid into this quiet, reclusive, guarded boy. Usagi knows as well but just says its not his story to tell.

Ghost tries to talk to him but every time he gets brushed off. (He did manage to figure out it somehow involved the Battle Nexus, from the tiny bits of information Leo shared. Though he highly doubts it was the same Battle Nexus he used to know) All he can do is provide comfort whenever Leo seeks him out, usually late at night and usually the result of a nightmare. (Which have become much much more frequent, only adding to Ghost's worry)

And unfortunately Leo is not the only one going through hell.

Because not long after Leo's return and Raph finally leaving the Footclan, Mikey gets captured. It would be bad enough if it was Shredder or the Krang. But it is so much worse and makes Ghost's blood run cold.

Mikey was captured by the EPF.

Ghost vividly remembers how a similar situation happened to him and his own Michelangelo. (How Mikey was almost dissected in front of him, how his own mid was torn apart for all the world to see. Bishop...)

The family hurriedly breaking into the EPF lab, hoping that they'll find Mikey in time.

They didnt.

Mikey wasnt as lucky as Ghost's Michelangelo.

Bishop, that sick twisted bitch, actually cut Mikey open.

Ghost's worst fear had been realized.

(Ghost never wants to see Mikey's bloody plastron and exposed ribcage ever again for as long as he lives. Watching his frantic heart gradually slow the more blood gushed out.)

And it only gets worse

Because Mikey, in a desperate last ditch effort to try and escape, he somehow activated a part of the curse that no one knew they had.

The ability to transform.

He had turned into a massive DRAGON made entirely of shadows (the only reason they knew it was him was because of the bright orange markings on the shadow dragon's body.)

And the dragon went on a rampage, obliterating the EPF lab including majority of the staff. (Unfortunately Bishop survived, which was a shame) and once the lab was destroyed it attacked New York, trying to tear everything apart in blind fear and panic. (Those terrified screeches will haunt Ghost for the rest of his life.)

It nearly killed them all trying to calm Mikey back down enough to get him home and stitched up. (And then clinging to Ghost like a scared koala for a very long time, not like Ghost can blame him.) And the worst part of this whole Dragon affair? Mikey cant CONTROL IT.

So that means the second his emotions get out of control, here comes the terrified dragon that will lash out at anyone perceived as a threat. (Which is anything that moves.)

And each time Mikey is beating himself up with immense guilt and fear that he will hurt the people he loves.

This is only the tip of the Solar Flare trauma train.

There will be more. (Raph and Donnie are gonna get their's too. So will April, Casey, and Splinter)

Other traumatic/weird events include:

Donnie getting kidnapped by Karai, which leads to April and their parents getting kidnapped. Which leads to April getting thrown off a building and Karai losing her entire arm. April is only 13 in this au btw so oh boy Karai better fucking run because once GHOST hears about that she might lose more than an arm.

Leo gets turned into a cat

Raph and Mikey get kidnapped by clowns

The boys get captured by an alien bounty hunter and taken to a completely different galaxy. Poor Ghost is gonna have an absolute heart attack.

The boys bring home a giant sea monster and keep it as a pet in the sewers. (They name it Jeffrey. Ghost left them alone for five minutes HOW DID THEY DO THIS?!?!)

Both RAPH AND LEO get thrown through the window in the Krang invasion. And Raph ends up in a coma (Leo already had his turn in a coma) Ghost having an absolute heart attack reliving this awful moment TWICE.

April's parents find out about the turtles (and later their paternal grandparents find out when the fam go to stay at their farmhouse)

The turtles are gonna be stuck in a timeloop for an entire month. (The entire month leading up to the Krang Invasion. They went from having a month to prevent it to only having a day and a half. Which is why the invasion happens.) Ghost will never forget that look of pure dread on his kids's faces when they looked up at the blood red sky filled with krangships. This is exactly what he didnt want to happen, his kids having to grow up too fast and get into problems far too big for them.

Also bonus: the turtles first meet Casey by literally RUNNING HIM OVER. The kids call Ghost frantically saying that they "accidently murdered someone what do we do?"

Poor Ghost, poor traumatized turtles

Lol

#tmnt ghost in the shell #tmnt: solar flare #borrowing ghost is so fun #put him in fun situations #I really need to talk about Solar Flare more #and get alk the reference sheets drawn ._.#lol

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The Young Wolf and the Hunter Vanguard had been very good friends, before the Prison. Cayde-6 had been left in a coma after the fight and losing his Ghost, and the last the Guardian had seen of him was the Queen’s Wrath hauling his unconscious form away from them, cursing them for trying to kill him. They had seen him die, saw his eyes lose their glow. They had gathered up Sundance’s shell after Petra was gone and had swept up the leftover Scorn, and her shell pieces were about the only well taken-care-of thing on their ship… It wasn't until Crow mentioned Cayde complaining about being stuck in the Tower “for his own safety” that the Guardian realized he had survived. Crow, however, neglected to ever mention the ‘reunion’ he had since been planning for them.

[Cayde POV]

Aaand here you go, Eternal! I'm finally posting the Cayde Hug, please don't stab me

anyway yeah! the "open secret" is that House Light is... secretly thankful to the Young Wolf for killing Lakshmi. The target is off the House's back! and... now its 10x harder to get anyone to listen that Wolf is. not trying to destabilize the City. oh yeah, and Wolf is having hallucinations from the Black Heart in this (and Fortunate Encounter) and Cayde... very much does not know. so keep that in mind--

[ao3 link]

It took days, maybe a week or two, to finally slip away—and even more planning; a Hunter’s nightmare.

It's not like he could just fly out with a favor from Amanda—even she's been on high-alert since his last attempt had been foiled and they found out he'd been trying to get in-touch with the Young Wolf (and had gotten both himself and Crow in trouble, but... they both knew it'd happen).

He's never been more glad for the ‘open secret’ and Crow's connection to the Eliksni.

But, hey, he's out now! And it feels great to be out of the Tower—This might be the most free he's ever felt since getting this job. Cayde elects to ignore just how much of a prison the Tower had turned into for him. He never thought it could get worse, before…

Shaking that unfortunate thought away, he... has some trouble keeping his initial excitement and relief at seeing them again. He can feel it fading in his gut, and he can't help but feel guilty about it. It's just the stories getting to him. He doesn't believe any of it.

He is, still, relieved—He heard how his Hunter was doing. He's seen the pictures, and the videos. He's read the reports and VanNet posts. Cayde knows they need this. There is a little doubt creeping in, though, that maybe a surprise meeting won't turn out the best–

Crow can assure him all he wants! Cayde knows his student, and he knows they've never liked personal surprises (surprise fights, on the other hand, were fine), and there's no way that dislike hasn't amplified since their exile.

Crow finds himself getting more concerned and uncertain than before. Cayde doesn't usually sound unsure of himself. Especially not half-way through a plan.

Crow already brought Wolf to the place, so if Cayde starts trying to back out now, after all of this, his hands might really be the death of the Hunter Vanguard.

—

"Soo... this is the spot you picked, Crow?"

"Oh, try not to sound so disappointed. You couldn’t do any better."

"I've been stuck in the Tower!"

"Look on the bright side—It's got windows."

"All the walls have holes in them–"

"I thought it'd help them not feel trapped!"

"Holes?? I think you'd be looking for less walls, bird boy, and no roof–"

"Do not call me that."

"You let the Guardian call you that."

"Wha– Where'd you hear that?!"

"Glint."

"I should've seen that coming... Just go! Before they think I'm pranking them."

—

After sufficient back and forth arguing, Crow just about shoves Cayde out the ship and he finally approaches the dilapidated ruins. His old student should be... just at the top... of the stairs. By his majestic horn, he has to walk up how far?

It was times like these that Cayde really wished he could still double jump.

Heaving an overdramatic sigh into the comms, he makes his way up the crumbling steps and listens to Crow mock him for it.

—

Cayde was nearer to the top of the ruins now, and the room was anything but covered. Half of the room’s roof was collapsed inwards, along with the walls of the far corner, exposing the landscape beyond.

So, maybe Crow had a point, but that’s not important.

Sat down on a pile of rubble in the collapsed corner, The Young Wolf stared out at the overlooking scape, heavy forest intercut by patches of collapsed concrete mounds and natural cobble. From up here, he’d call it the perfect place for a pack of Hunters, with the low-hanging branches and plenty of brush surrounding shadowed structures.

The Guardian stood out against the greens, browns and greys beyond the outlook like a sore thumb—almost literally, too, being draped in reds.

Though Cayde’s sure they heard him coming up the stairs, as any good Hunter would, he hesitates to grab their attention. What should he even do? Pat them on the shoulder? Kick a rock at them? What would be the right tone for this? Crow said they thought he was dead…

And there’s that budding dread, again.

Probably best to avoid anything too sudden, right? They don’t seem to have noticed him, afterall (or they were politely waiting for him to get his bearings—But he doubted it), and Crow said they were, at best, on edge.

Cayde opted to clear his throat as he carefully approached them, though the sound came out more grainy than he intended. Damn his voice module.

When they finally look over to him, their face...

It’s wrong.

Not that it had twisted into something nightmarish (though it reminded him of what he would see in the Deep Stone dreams), or something bloody and horrid, but... Their once sharp features were soft in a way Cayde never wanted to see again.

There were little nicks and larger scars, a few looked as if they had been infected at some point—usually he'd call it rugged and rough, but it only served to make them more…

He hated the thought—to pity a Hunter is to see less of them—but it was unavoidable.

Cayde realizes it feels like they were staring right through him with an, honestly? Blank look—before they look away, right back to staring out at the landscape. Not even acknowledging him.

"Guardian..? Kid?"

They flinch, something small and nearly unnoticeable that anyone else wouldn't have picked up on, and... They're ignoring him?

After all this time? What happened?

He narrows his eyes at them, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke. If it is, it's a terrible one.

Cayde leans over and waves a hand in front of their face to try and get them to swat at him, or just to get... really, any reaction out of them. But they don't. They squint a bit, like they're trying to keep something in, but don’t even lean back away from his hand.

Don't like that.

He steps back, mockingly rubbing his chin to hide his anxiety. If there’s one thing he’s an expert at, its making people pay attention to him. Not even Zavala could–…

Cayde clears his throat, knowing the uselessness of the action.

What did he do? Did Crow set him up for this? No, the young Hunter knew how important this is… There’s a quiet but grating sound as he grinds the innerworkings of his jaw. They don’t seem angry. Drawn in on themself—which Cayde can’t fault them for; he has been as well—but not angry.

So, what is this, then? His own building frustration tells him a very in-poor-taste prank. What little logic he has tells him that’s stupid; that they just don’t know how to react, maybe.

Still, Cayde’s frustration wins over, and as he steps forward to grab their attention, he kicks some gravel up—one thunking against their back. He pauses as they startle and their hand snaps to their sword, before going jarringly still. All movement stops there, down to their breathing, and his own synthetic breath catches.

The Guardian turns, hand lowering from the handle—slowly; cautiously—to look at him, and…

Their eyes widen in what he assumes is realization, a glassy sheen building in them– Did he… No, wait, they haven’t seen him alive in years, but why would they— The very tangible realization of how they must have felt this entire time hits him like a brick, and he thinks he might have thrown up from the anxious knot in his stomach, were it not for his Exo body.

He doesn’t understand why it would take them so long to react to him, or why their reaction was to grab their weapon, but the look on their face wipes the thought and any frustration from Cayde’s mind. His mouth draws closed, and his shoulders relax, but neither of them make any moves until they shuffle onto their feet.

After a few painful moments of silence and surprised eye contact, they take a jerky step forward, and–

And they hug him.

Huh. He can't remember them hugging him before–

Oh, wait, they're shaking.

No, they're crying– He's never seen them cry before, either.

A lot of firsts happening here...

"Guardian..."

They basically claw into the gaps in his shoulder plates, even through his leather armor, at his voice– They really did think he was dead all this time...

"Whaat,” he tries to laugh as he returns the hug, “I thought Crow told you I was still kick– kicking?"

He realizes his eyes burn with phantom stings, but his damned metal face doesn't let him cry. He wishes he could cry with them. They both deserve to cry here.

Them first. They need it more than anyone.

The Guardian grumbles incoherently into his shoulder at his picking. He doesn't complain.

"Well, kid, I guess I'm just too handsome to cry, huh?” He knows his voice broke up, but it doesn't matter. Not anymore. Not here, not while he's finally got his friend back.

He leans into the hug, and lets the silence hang in the air.

It stays that way for a few minutes, just standing and hanging onto each other, praying they can weather this, but… There's just something he needs to say before he bursts, or time runs out.

"I, ah... Well. About Lakshmi." Straight to the point. Not his specialty… Cayde can feel them get tense, and dig their fingers harder into his back. They do not look up at him.

"I know why you did it. Honestly, it was... kinda brilliant, but I'd expect nothing less of my favorite Guardian! I mean, taking the target off House Light's back in one move?"

They just snort. Kinda harshly, actually, but at least they relaxed back a bit.

Right... This is supposed to be serious. He sighs, "Alright, alright. But I do understand, really. I... just wish you'd gone about it differently, though—Now it's about impossible to prove you're innocent." Well, of trying to kill him, at least.

He wishes they'd speak, though. Cayde's not surprised, but it's been awhile, and he's not used to it anymore, and... It'd be nice to have a conversation partner that took him seriously for once.

Not that the Young Wolf doesn't, it's just... The silence isn't comforting anymore.

When they finally pull away, Cayde can see the tear streaks through the layers of grime on their face, and… a swirling black on the outskirts of their eyes. He blinks, takes a breath, and opts to question it another day—despite the gnawing mark it leaves on his relief.

"You uh... You do need to clean your armor, though." Probably a bit more than just the armor. "I am not hugging you again until you do," he says, scrunching his face up to the best of his ability. They only glare back at him.

—

> “Hate to cut off the reunion, but we’re just about out of time. You almost done?” <

Of course, Cayde can’t just answer him like a normal person, and instead—

> "Y'know, Crow told me you actually spoke to him. Care to- Hey! Not the horn!" <

—Taunts them.

Crow sighs. Cayde was going to complain about that the whole ride back, wasn't he?

#destiny 2 #the forsaken exile #destiny 2 crow #destiny cayde #the young wolf #wolf is fiiiillthyyyyyy. stinky dirty guardian #and we love some corruption. yeah yeah yeah yeah <3 #wolf is not having a good time and Cayde is mentally sweating once he gets back to the tower.#just. 'oh. oh no.'#bc he *remembers* eyes like those... he remembers the prison.#But hey! He can ignore the crisis for a bit yeah??#pray that the confirmation of his wellbeing ties them over n all that!#anyway yay! ao3 and tumblr getting two different sets of my dumbass rambling!#literally i have no idea how ooc this is. i think his voice is at least accurate and *sounds* like him. but there are parts #where his thought process might not be on-parr. so bare with me

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magicalgirltwirl · 1 year

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This is the first AMV I ever made! It was a Claymore one to "Rise" by Origa (one of the OPs for the Ghost in the Shell anime). It's bad so you shouldn't watch it, but I wanted to ramble a bit about my journey making AMVs and how I got started. (and also Claymore in the reblog)

I made this for my college anime club in 2011. The club said they were going to have an AMV contest and we could make ours over break. Then when I got back from break nobody but me had made one and I just dropped it. I didn't mind though, because I wanted to get started making AMVs anyway, I'd watched a bunch and wanted to for a while. Like a lot of people, I was always creating AMVs in my head when I listened to songs.

The summary I published this with is preserved in the metadata and it is so unintentionally funny

Done for an AMV contest at the anime club. I haven't finished either the anime or manga of Claymore yet- so no spoilers- but I am already completely in love with both. [summary stuff]

Anyone know how to get rid of the box on the sides of the picture?

As is very obvious in this video, at first I approached AMVs kind of like I was making my own summary of my favorite parts of the anime rather than really intergrating the music. I used subbed footage in this (and in a few AMVS after) because 1. I could only find subbed footage and 2. because at the time I was always confused why people didn't use subs for anime, because sometimes they matched the music or they could tell someone what the show was about! But of course this is because you can rarely make an AMV that actually works with the music with subbed footage.

You have to leave time for people to read the subs and the characters to talk and part of the fun of AMVs is conveying things nonverbally and syncing it to the lyrics of the beat, it makes for a boring viewing experience if it's just a clipshow where you might has well have just left the audio on and made an ad for the anime.

So this is slow and bad, but I have a fondness for it. You can see that I really wanted to show people Clare and Teresa's story and why I thought it was cool. I think I made three subbed AMVs after this (the second one being the "We Believe You" Sailor Jupiter one, and the next two being other Sailor Moon ones that are lost forever now) but as I got better, I ditched them. The road to improvement was slow and long, but I improved a lot.

I don't think I'll ever make AMVs again- the last time I attempted one was a Patreon request, and I realized Windows Movie Maker was way too buggy to work with and as an adult, AMVs were way too time consuming to make for only $50- now I know how to use Davinci Resolve which is way better and not buggy, but yeah, still too time consuming! Even editing my old ones like I've been doing has been more time consuming and horribly addictive than I imagined. I can waste entire days just editing an AMV, hours on just getting one bit of timing right, and now that I have all these responsibilities I can't do that anymore. But I really look back on all my AMVs fondly, even the bad ones. I'm glad I can revisit most of them on this blog now.

#claymore #my amvs #videos

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unfortunate-songbird · 1 year

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Maroon looks up

“Hey, how’d it go?”

Navy looks him dead in the eyes. “A depressed murder-hobo Donnie just completely obliterated me.”

“Wow, even worse than that laser?” Violet calls. He ducks the spatula chucked at his head. “That’s okay, bro,” Maroon says, clapping his brother on the back. “You’re always a champion to us.”

Navy, even after all these years, tears up at that very specific reassurance. “You are the actual worst,” he sniffles, because Maroon absolutely knows what he’s doing. The smirk confirms it. “You’ve got probably half an hour before the kids wake up and bully you back into your grave,” Coral warns, appearing from actual thin air. Navy groans, already dreading the sheer amount of mockery that’s about to come his way. He was hoping to distract them with-

Oh. Oh, yeah. Whoops. (Now that he’s actually out of the apocalypse and can actually live a normal ish life, he should probably look into actually getting that ADHD diagnosis)

“When they see what I brought back from the tournament, they’ll be a little too distracted to harass me.”

Maroon snorts doubtfully. “What, did you bring them a unicorn?”

Navy turns back to the doorway, realizes his new friend (kid) friend is nowhere in sight, and sighs. “Pspspspspspspsp,” he calls into the sewer tunnels. “I’m not a cat,” a cloaked figure says. It’d sound impassive and empty to most, but Navy’s been around enough miserably depressed and just all around wrecked people (himself included) to detect the slight petulance in his tone. “Of course you aren’t,” he responds unconvincingly. Then he turns to his brothers. “Come meet Ghost!”

“Oh, is that the-“

Navy flares frantically at Maroon, who does not shut up like he should. “-depressed mur-“

Navy, through sheer force of Will and mortification, manages to activate his flaky ninpo enough to portal Maroon directly into Draxum’s apartment. “Anyways,” he says hurriedly before either one of his remaining brothers can cruelly embarrass him by exposing what was supposed to be a private joke between confidants about his first impression of the guy. “That’s Violet, that’s Coral, and the other guy is Maroon. Don’t worry, he’s fine. I sent him to Mikey’s grouchy second dad’s place.”

Ghost does not vibe well with portals. Navy probably should’ve remembered that before abruptly dropping his brother through one. “You should totally bring your kids around next time!”

“Great, like I don’t have enough migraines,” Casey grunts, shuffling over to the fridge to rifle through it. “When did you get here?” Navy asks, both perturbed and proud. Ghost looks a tad more of the former than the latter. Casey shrugs and waltzes away with his Go-gurt. “If yours are anything like mine, the Donnies are going to kill each other and the Leos are going to drive everyone else to kill them,” Ghost huffs. “Consider: free responsible babysitting. The kids go blow up stuff or whatever and you can take a long, hot bath and sleep for a full eight hours. Consecutive, even.”

“Okay, fine. Couple weeks from now?”

“…. I was actually kinda hoping in the next thirty minutes before my kids wake up and start brutally mocking me.”

Ghost sighs. “I’ll go get them.”

gshshhdhfg I have zero idea whatsoever if this is in character or just completely ridicouslt but that comic made me happy stim So Much and I had to write something before I exploded

@amevello-blue <— super cool author of Ghost in the Shell !! (That’s where Ghost is from. Considering the size of the ghost cult i don’t think anyone reading this wouldn’t know abt it, but just in case if you haven’t read it go read it it’s so cool)

#rottmnt ibeh #i’m bringing everyone home #ghost in the shell #gits #rottmnt #peepaw multiverse

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hrshlandturtles · 1 year

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Was thinking about Ghost in the Shell by @amevello-blue and stuff about alternate/parallel universes and my brain gave me something from I don't know how long ago but there was something about the fact that you could detect if someone was from another universe because of radiations or something quantum or whatever, anyway, some sciency thing that was different for each universes.

And well, I don't remember what it was so if anyone know (and also know where it's from because it might also have been something I've read from a book or saw in a series/movie) PLEASE SHARE

Anyway the thought came that maybe Donnie might notice that difference one day and really truly get and also and mostly have proof that Ghost is not from their dimension (and damn the implications of that y'all... It's not just "oh Ghost just lives far far away" but like "oh Ghost is unreachable now that he's back to where he's from")

Other than that, it also would mean that Ghost, who did not know about Mystic Powers (TM), would've look into quantum mechanic and stuff, which much fortunately for him started during the early 20th century and the science has been unified and formalized by 1930. But yeah, technology isn't really advanced on that and a theorical machine capable of testing the existence of parallel universes has only been proposed last year and is unbuildable so clearly he had no chance whatsoever to make that portal work. And that's fucking sad now that I think about it. Stuck and unable to move because of the slow progress of science, which is also indered by the stupid ass choices of politicians.

Anyway, my old man most likely taught himself about quantum physics and Donnie might get into it too once he understands that it's connected to the portal and I think he would or get drunk on power or just loose his shit about it all because he has a fucking prood in front of him and that would lead to so much more.

Bref. I didn't really had anywhere to go actually, just me rambling random shit as usual.

So yeah go read Ghost in the Shell I guess, have some fun with the pain or something.

#tmnt 2003 #RotTMNT

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maximaxstreasurebox · 1 year

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My sudden urge to talk about 55 minutes light novel bcuz after finally getting the book and reading it makes me wanna eat a pillow and think again "wtf Asagari you brilliant bastard", like CAN WE GET A MOVIE OF IT???

(more rambling and spoilers vvv)

55 minutes is one of the longer light novels in the series, just a liiittle bit thicker than untold story which has a short story of a day before atsushi's entrance exam and the fukuzawa&ranpo backstory

for those who don't know what 55 minutes is about, in a nutshell; -ADA goes to an politically-neutral island to catch thieves -btw Akutagawa is there too -everything goes wrong -new characters introduced like Jules Verne and H.G.Wells and the title '55 minutes' comes from Wells' ability -atsushi trying: HIS BEST -also Dazai almost fcking dies but we love plot armor

anyway the reason i wanna scream about it now randomly is bcuz before reading the full story, i had totally different view of what the novel is about, THERES BARELY any translation online and i feel like bcuz of it a very few people actually had the opportunity to read it

'okay Mouse, so is it has any relevance to the main story-?' OHOHOH- it's more like ideas that we haven't seen in manga IN THEIR FULL POTENTIAL yet, but it was experimented on within the light novel, like FCKING TIME TRAVELING???? and you don't want me to talk about the science side of it (thank Wells for the 2-3 pages of science fun-facts dump)

speaking of things that the novel introduced to us are: -more lore of the war 13+ years ago -time traveling -a method to use Yosano's ability on Dazai: basically after heart stops, blood flow stops to brain and ability deactivates, so when restarting heart, there's a 0.5 second timeframe when Yosano can use her ability before brain registers wtf is going on -MORE ABILITIES AND THEIR FUNFACTS AWW YEAH I LOVE THOSE- im a sucker for abilities (not me having an BSD OC that can see abilities like they were ghosts hahah-)

this was actually the first time that the gang went outside Japan bcuz the island under Germany, France, and England 's governing territory(?), the the island itself is artificial that was made after the war

so wondering what the 'everything goes wrong' part is: it turns out, there's a BOMB on the island :) -the guy who hired ADA is killed, atsushi and akutagawa in running to get the bomb, but IT'S TOO LATE AND EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WITHIN *checks book* 22 MILES RADIUS MELTS AWAY- -Wells appears (more like reveals herself....yeah Wells is a woman-) and yoinks Atsushi to an underground bunker but there's no time left and yeets back Atsushi's MEMORIES to 55 minutes before the disaster, btw she quickly explaines that the bomb that got activated is called 'Shell', an weapon created from Ability Singularity (basically mutation????), and her ability is time MANUPILATION, and also can send back people back in time but only once per person, and she can't use it on herself bcuz she already did it during the war, BUT bcuz the energy (insert a page long science explanation here) to send back a whole-ss person is too much, she can only send back memories back to past- -so atsushi goes back to time, but bcuz akutagawa was actually nearby when Wells' ability activated (she's using a camera, he literally fell onto them in the last second), he got his memories go back to time too -poor atsushi having internal breakdown wtf to do, but kunikida being an actual helping god and he, atsushi, and dazai think of a plan -turns out the bomb is protected underground and atsushi with the help of the thieves he befriended on the island, runs through the base -but everything goes wrong AGAIN bcuz akutagawa starts hunting atsushi after a misunderstanding, thinking that atsushi is the one who activated the bomb before.. :I damn bro -ATSUSHI IS SUFFERING SO MUCH????? HE GETS SHOT ON LUNG AND THROUGH OPEN MOUTH, AND GETTING HIS LEG STUCK (ALMOST SLICED OFF) ON CLOSED EMERGENY DOOR WITH EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF THE INJURY????? *sobbing* -somehow everything is solved with the power of dazai, and it seems ADA can go home BUT OH NOT SO FAST- so the culprit gets KILLED which meaaaans theres still a mastermind on the island -atsushi and dazai go invastigating and THIS IS WHEN DAZAI GETS STABBED :D ....BY JULES VERNE *flops to floor* -turns out the WHOLE ISLAND IS JULES' ABILITY: he has the ability to absorb the abilities of dead skill users within the island (so we got Shibusawa 2.0) Wells saves Atsushi and half-dead Dazai and uses her ability to slow down time so they bleed out slower atsushi and akutagawa go fight Verne, but they get overpowered and poor atsushi gets absorbed????????? kinda??? -AND WE GET JULES VERNE'S BACKSTORY :D he was a little child during war and joined an organization called Seven Traitors, and with the help of his ability 'the mysterious island', they kidnapped politicians to force them to peace treaty??? the island stayed and he spend the rest of his time on it in peace until Wells appeared on the island, killed her and stole her ability, and went back to time he did it so many times that the ability basically became a independent being?? and realized that he has to kill Wells every time before the 'future' happens or he disappears bcuz he doesn't exist in the future anymore the real Jules Verne is more like just an consciousness at this point -we get the big atsushi-akutagawa VS fake Jules fight, and atsushi wins oh wao -aaaaaaand now that Jules uhh doesn't exist anymore, the island is disappearing too :> -book ends with ADA back in Yokohama, Ranpo wanna go to beach but everyone is fcking tired of ocean, Dazai having Oda flashbacks, and atsushi meeting Wells once again before Wells mysteriously disappearing and atsushi questioning his sanity if she ever existed :) -oh right, Wells is the one who made the bomb during war time, knows how fcked up it is, and she's basically batman but government treats her as a terrorist bcuz why wouldn't be so sus when she's right there before at every natural disasters-

i actually didn't notice it until i went to wikia but apparently the dude who got killed before the jules verne reveal was a port mafia executive?????????? i might actually need to re-read the light novel bcuz i didn't notice mentioning it

little bit sad that many characters' uhh characterization is pretty ehh at some point, like akutagawa going full 'f-ck man-tiger' mode in the 98% of the story, rest of the ada except atsushi,dazai, and kunikida are just not... there, HOWEVER the side/novel characters are FCKING AMAZING, i want more Wells pls also Higuchi has like 3 short scenes and she slays them all, drinking down guards to get to security room, then being all cute and happy when akutagawa says 'good job' 🥺 akutagawa has moments when he's not 'f-ck man-tiger' mode when he yells 'higuchi where are you??' ,and tells a short poem as he evaporates into atoms

my brain is frying but i just felt like yelling into the void, thanks for my ted talk *drops mic*

#long post #oh god #im just yelling about light novel again #random post #random thoughts #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd light novel #bsd 55 minutes

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gummywurme · 2 years

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In the Dusk of Twilight

Chapter summary: An old friend visits you and tells you of an upcoming threatening celestial event that comes sooner than you'd expect

Word count: 4.7K+

Rating: Explicit, 18+, sexual violence, violence, language

TW/CW (in order): one (1) funeral, minor character death, flashback bonanza, rape on screen, derogatory language, mild victim-blaming, possession, description of violence, humor used as a coping mechanism, inaccurate usage of Egyptian mythology, fluff. canon divergent, no marc/steven/jake. *viewer discretion is advised*

A/N: oh yeah we got plot now babie. from porn drabble to full-on majora's mask plotline

Read it on Ao3 | Materlist | Part 1 | Part 2

The dusty, stained mirror stares back at you. Harsh blinding fluorescent lights hum above. Empty eyes reflect in the glass, making you wonder if those actually belong to you. Your hands trace the outline of your face, fingertips gliding across your cheek, over the bridge of your nose, and the bow of your lips. Despite everything, it’s still you.

But for some reason, you feel… detached. As if your soul was ripped out of you and poorly put back together. A ghost in a shell. A dull ache spreads throughout your hands. Although there are no signs of bruises, no marks, no discoloration. A phantom pain haunts you.

Your heart is heavy, it burdens a sin deep within. You have no clue as to why you bear such guilt.

You leave the restroom. The day is beautiful, the sun shines so brightly and passing clouds greet it. It doesn’t match up with the event you’re in. It’s his funeral today. You’d expect the sky would reflect that with gray moody clouds and heavy rain.

Heels clack against the marble floor, echoing in the church, as you make your way back to the alter upstairs. The room is isolated, not a single soul could be found, not a prayer to be heard, not even a whisper of a confession. Fading sunlight illuminates the room, religious icons glisten under it. The Virgin Mary statue, holding a permanent welcoming embrace of a position, is reflecting the light casting soft hues of baby blue and shimmering pearl across the walls.

The alter is quiet, there were only three people, including yourself, present for the visitation. His casket is closed due to his parents’ request. You didn’t want to remember the details you heard through a mutual friend, because all you could think of is him being in pain and agony. You want to remember him for what he what once, a kind and loving friend.

Even after what he has done to you? He’s better off dead.

Your brain blocked that memory, making it blurry in order to protect you from its trauma, and yet Khonshu’s comment is enough to make it clear again.

—

It was nearly a year after that confession at the rooftop, not that you were counting in the first place. But love makes you do things and rose-tinted glasses happen to look good on you. But that hasn’t made you forget the whole ordeal with your friend, that’s why you avoid him as much as you can.

Luckily for you, graduation passed by quicker than you expected. Then you never saw his face again. Even more, you’ve moved out, willing to leave that old part of you behind. You find comfort in your new home alongside your partner, Khonshu. Neither of you really stated what your relationship was, you knew that it wasn’t a “normal” or “traditional” kind of relationship. Not you didn’t mind anyway, it’s cute, being his little secret in a world where no one can see him but you.

Enjoying the relationship and the feeling of liberation in a brand new chapter of your life left you lowering your guard.

But you should’ve been more careful.

It was a tradition by now how you’d get up on Sunday mornings to go to the farmer’s market, seeing the new pop up stalls that contained a lot of delicious snacks, the sounds of performers openly playing for everyone to hear, and the fresh fruits the locals sell that brightens up every corner, its fruity aroma blissful when up close.

You loved walking around and enjoying the utter joy this place gives off, sipping a cold drink under the warm sun. You see Khonshu perched on a nearby fountain, his attention taken by some woman with her tarot cards, enchanting the person sitting at her table. He scoffs and makes a comment about it but you don’t hear it too far off wandering, lost in your head as you take in the warm embrace of the sun.

There was a secret, as you would like to tell Khonshu, alleyway that lead up to a fire escape, which brings you to the rooftop of the small building overlooking the farmer’s market. You’ve spent precious moments with Khonshu here before. Like the fireworks festival that took place a week ago, you two sat side-by-side, your head resting on his shoulders. You smile at the memory.

Walking further down to head to the “secret” alleyway, the fewer people are there, you fail to notice that someone was trailing you from behind. Too caught up looking at your phone. You make the usual turn and suddenly a hand covers your mouth, the other wrapped around your front, and forcefully walks you farther down the narrow pathway.

You thrash your shoulders trying to break free from the assailant’s grip but he retorts by kicking the back of your knee causing you to land on your face. A concussion hinders your next moves, the man crosses over your prone form, nudges you with his boot to flip you on your back, and crouches on top of you, fingers tracing the hem of your sundress. “You’re a real fucking bitch, you know that?” the familiar voice sneering at you.

His hand slides up further your body and the tears are starting to flow at the situation, “You really think you could just fucking leave me like that? Huh? You think you’re better than me? Coming into my life like that and then just leave me hanging?” Your hands grip his wrist, a feeble attempt to stop him from pulling your top down.

“Well too bad you slut, it’s how I’ve always seen you. A stupid fucking whore, you were so easy that night. And still are, wasn’t that hard finding you again.” He unbuckles his belt and in his moment of vulnerability, you kick him in the chest. Hard. He stumbles back with a groan, and you turn to your stomach, crawling away as you try to get up. Only for him to grab you by the ankle, dragging you against concrete, flipping your skirt over and tearing the thin cotton, your heart leaps out of your chest when you can feel the heat of his head against your entrance.

The sudden darkness is what you register amidst your scream, the bright morning day had just sunken into a dark abyss. There is a chasmic rumble beneath your bodies, a vicious wind picks up in the alley, and various debris whirls wildly in the wind, hitting your assailant. He stops and quickly gets off you, afraid of the supernatural event he finds himself in, and bolts out of there.

You lay there, eyes shut in tears and sobs in that passageway, as your ceremonial suit takes over without your call. Then you feel someone cradle you gently into their arms, and they stand up to their full height, it feels as if you’re floating. You don’t have the strength to look up to know who is holding you so tenderly. Because your heart already answered for you. You feel the wind swirl around the both of you, grains of sand wisp along with the gust as you leave the place behind without a trace.

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“You have been called before the Ennead for your foolish behavior once more Khonshu, tampering with the natural order of the sun and moon. What do you have to say about yourself?” Osiris speaks through his Avatar, looking down from his seat with the others.

I was protecting my Avatar, something you wouldn’t understand because you treat them lesser than yourselves, replacing them as quickly as they die in your duties whereas I prevent it! Khonshu’s booming voice made you recoil in your place beside him.

“How many times must we tell you? We do not treat our Avatars so carelessly, it is a part of their devotion, whether it leads them to their doom or not. It is never in our conscious to let them live the life of a martyr.” The Avatar tells Khonshu, his sorrowful tone wrings your heart.

“But tell me, what is it that you find in your Avatar worth sacrificing your place on the Earth and possibly invoking wrath from your fellow gods?” The other Avatars look at each other with a puzzled look at the question then all focus on you, trying to see Osiris’ point.

“Could it be? You feel a swell of affection for her, haven’t you? Why else the grand gesture? Gifting her a staff which nearly replicates yours, the fairer treatment than your previous Avatars, and now the turning of day to night to save her.” Hathor speaks up, you avoid everyone’s burning gaze on you, locking your eyes on the sands below.

“Well I, for one, sympathize with Khonshu’s Avatar, what happened to her is unjustified and his actions were well-intentioned. Khonshu had done all he could outside the ability of his Avatar.” Isis’ spoke up next, tears slipping at the memory. Khonshu looks down at you, his hand itches to wipe the teardrop off your face.

Horus nods, “It is indeed a noble gesture, granted had you instead summoned the suit all of this would have been avoide-”

“Because the suit only could be summoned at night.” You state back, “I can only be Moon Knight when the moon shines.”

Hathor comes to your defense, “And why are you to blame her for the vile actions of another? Has time away from being worshipped really hindered your ability to think? Isn’t Khonshu living true to his statement, as a protector of travelers in the night?” Horus could only grumble in return, “I see in what I said was wrong, forgive me, Avatar of Khonshu.”

You weakly nod at him, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Then it is concluded, you are to freely walk away innocent in the eye of the Ennead,” Osiris addresses the room, fellow Avatars in agreement. “But should you pull another move like that Khonshu, you will be imprisoned in stone.”

I… I understand. The grip on his staff softens when he sees you turn to him, a sad smile gracing your face.

Everyone in the room departs through the portal, leaving you two alone in the chamber.

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You were in a deep sleep that night, Khonshu knows this because it was his doing for what’s about to come. You were restless hours prior, sitting on the balcony, overlooking the quiet streets, listening to Khonshu as he recalls his time long before his banishment. The moon is at its fullest form, its moonlight bouncing off your white nightgown, your image of a goddess in a mortal form in Khonshu’s eyes.

The moon is at its highest peak, this is where our abilities are at their most powerful. Do you feel it? His beak points upwards to the moon and you follow, turning your head and basking in the glow. “Hmm, more like sleepy more than anything,” you yawn, “Like really sleepy…” Its hypnotic gleam is lulling you to drowsiness.

Then it is best that you allow yourself rest, little bird. You don’t resist it when Khonshu carries you back to bed bridal style, the cool sheet of your blanket and the softness of your pillows welcome you into slumber.

The spell worked, Khonshu stays there for a moment, his hand threading itself through your hair, he etches the sight of your face, at ease and peaceful, unknowing the sin he is about to commit.

He can only pray that you don’t ever find out.

He steps back and grabs his staff with both hands, his robes swaying erratically, the moonlight in the bedroom glowing brighter as he channels himself into you. The glowing crescendos and your body floats from the bed for a second, landing back on the cushions with a soft thud.

He blinks his eyes open, a foreign feeling for a being who never had eyes before. He gets up from the bed and comes across the full body mirror, your face greets him. He lifts his hands and feels the softness of your cheeks, the firm bridge of your nose, and the delicate bow of your lips. He mimics your smile albeit it comes as artificial as the ones you give him naturally.

He steps back and looks at you fully, he has seen you bare before, many times in fact. But the fresh new perspective of your beauty seems to have taken his breath again. The moonlight suits you. With the soft breeze softly sifting through the pearly nightgown, you looked like an angel. His heart seizes at the thought of you, this time he can actually feel it. How love has gotten a hold of him tightly. You‘ve got him wrapped in your fingers.

But he isn’t here to admire you, no, he’s here strictly for business. He calls the suit, catching a glimpse of stark white in his eyes in the mirror before his head tilts back, letting the ceremonial gauze wrap around his body.

He feels the adrenaline you talk of when he leaps out of the balcony, the energy that bursts straight into his veins as he sprints across the roofs, the thrill he feels in the jumps he makes, feeling the cool night wind flowing past the mask. It's exhilarating, no wonder you’re skittish and lively in the suit, an utter difference in demeanor you have outside the vigilante mantle, timid and bashful.

He manifests his staff out of thin air and thrusts it forward, a blast of an airstream coming behind him, he leaps into it and the wind guides him where he needs to be.

Khonshu finds the man who wronged you in no time, his misdeed leads to him like a beacon. He walks alone in a crowded street so Khonshu follows him around until he gets a chance. He isn’t surprised in any way with how he acts towards the people around him, he is as kind and charismatic as you described him long ago, it’s terrifying that with a warm personality like his that he can still harbor ill intentions.

He sees him alone in a corner, lighting a cigarette, a flash of spark then a puff of smoke. This is the opportunity he’s waiting for. He lands behind him, grabs him by the back of his neck, and throws him into the dark alley. “What the fuck do you th-” a swift punch to the face silences him, blood dripping from his nose, “H-hey man! Just take the wallet, man! Fuck, here-” Khonshu slaps the leather from his pleading hand, stepping closer to him as he scurries away until his back meets cement. “That’s all I got I swear! W-what do you want from me?” He cries out into the dark.

What I want is for you to right your wrong, Khonshu spits out, venom dripping in his words, and I want it in blood. Another punch to the face. He lands on his side, crying out in pain.

Blind fury overcomes Khonshu as he starts relentlessly beating the man to the ground, his cries blending out as white noise to his ears, and the sound of flesh striking flesh slowly turns to a sickening crunch of bone. He doesn’t realize the tears running off his face and dropping on the man’s brutalized body, he’s curled up clutching his broken arm. He only stopped when your name fell off the man’s lips, begging you to stop.

Khonshu looks at his bloodied fist, the wrappings gone, knuckles dripping in deep crimson. Then he noticed your hair in front of his face, mask unraveled. He doesn’t recall doing that, might have been a manifestation of his subconscious.

Stop? Stop?! Did you stop when you defiled her?! Your voice doesn’t come out of your mouth as he lands a swift kick at him, his body flinging against the adjacent wall.

“Who are you?! You have her face but-” the man stammers as he looks at Khonshu with one good eye.

I am Khonshu, protector of travelers in the night, god of vengeance, and the final word of overdoers. The price you pay for the sin you have committed, Khonshu draws his staff, will be paid with your life. He drives the end through his heart, dragging the staff upwards, letting him slowly impale down back. The man frailly grips the staff, his blood running down the shaft and onto Khonshu’s hands, staining the pure white of his robes with sinful red.

Khonshu drags the body down to the cobblestone ground, a slick sound leaving as he retracts the staff out of him. He steadies his deep breaths and lets out a tight squeeze on his staff as it vanishes, dressing once again wrapping his fist beginning the healing process. He wipes away the streaks of tears off his face and puts the mask on, leaving him behind, cold and lifeless in an alleyway.

You awoke the next morning as if nothing ever happened, the early rays of sunlight starting to peek through the balcony, Khonshu looks back at you from the railings; watching the sunrise and you tell him of a vivid dream you had. He tells you not to think too much about it.

—

You sit at the pew for what seems like hours, his parents thank you for coming, and you nod back at them your gaze unfocused, eyes holding a dull luster, distant footsteps muffle into still quietness signifying that you’re alone.

“I think I know what’s wrong with me,” you spoke into the eerie stillness, “I mourn for the person that what once before you hurt me, he was kind a-and-” you sniff and rub your nose, “and I’m sad that I lost him, maybe it’s stupid of me to separate you like that but he was my friend.” A sob fills the air, “But the truth is, you were never my friend at all, weren’t you? You probably planned this from the start, from when we first met in that cafeteria all those years ago, you played me.” Your hands are folded in prayer, “Now when I look back, all those memories we had are tainted, knowing your true intention, and I don’t regret leaving without a word that night.”

You look up at the polished mahogany wood. “I have lived before you entered my life and I will still live without you in it, you don’t have a hold on me anymore.” You get up from your seat, “I’m at peace now, knowing that you would never hurt me like that ever again.”

The sun starts its descent behind the horizon as you step out of the church, and you see a woman wave at you from the gate, her features obscured by the golden hours, you squint and cover the side of your face blocking the sunlight while the other waves back. You approach her and immediately recognize her.

“Yatzil, and your goddess, Hathor.” You bow in respect of the hidden goddess, “Long time no see.”

“Avatar of Khonshu, it’s nice to see you again.” Her melodic voice and charming smile greet you.

—

The sound of the open road, the mechanical whirring of the convertible, and the loud volume of some popular rock song playing from the radio station fill the golden sky.

“So what brings you here of all places, Yatzil? Here to pay respects?” you joke, not taking your focus away from the endless highway, grip on the stirring wheel unnecessarily taut. She smiles from her place in the passenger seat, “No, that man does not deserve any respect from man or gods alike, Hathor sides with me on that.” She reaches out to squeeze your right shoulder, the softness and sincerity of her gesture are close to making you break down all over again but you hold it back with a sniff.

“Yeah, real piece of shit isn’t he? Anyways, you’re not here to talk about him aren't you, what’s up? Anything the Ennead asking of us?” She giggles at your lingo, the brash words slipping from your mouth a harsh contrast to your sweet face is her reasoning behind it, that statement made you laugh. She had told you that from the last time you were together.

“You know us so well,” her smile captivates you, making the car swerve a little, “unfortunately yes, the Ennead has tasked us with something utmost important.” Your eyes snap back to the front to hide the faint blush on your cheeks, “Oh yeah? That’s what they call every mission assigned to us every time, what makes this one ‘utmost important’?”

“There is to be an oncoming lunar eclipse,” her comment directed at you and Khonshu, Whereas a full moon is our most powerful uprising, a lunar eclipse is the severing of our strength. Especially a complete lunar eclipse, you will have no access to the ceremonial suit of healing. You will be rendered defenseless for as long the moon is under eclipse. The bodiless voice of Khonshu informs you.

“Khonshu tells me I can’t call the suit during lunar eclipses, what’s that got to do with anything? It’s not surprising for an Avatar under the god of the moon to match with the moon’s phases, I’m strongest at full moon but weakest at new moon.” You relay what Khonshu said to Yatzil. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” a worried look takes up Yatzil’s face, “at the peak of the eclipse, there is a sliver that Thoth will break free from captivity. I don’t want you hurt during your vulnerability.”

“Thoth, as in the Thoth that Khonshu fought the ‘moon god’ title for in a vicious battle that I read in a textbook one time?” Your shout over the bustling noise, “So what, he breaks out and is coming for Khonshu to take back his rightful mantle in bloodshed and violence?” Yatzil confirms your theory, “Yes, a really lucky guess to the upcoming predicament, but fortunately, we can continue to seal him away.”

Exasperation scrunches your face, “Ugh, you know what? I am way too starved to talk about Khonshu getting his lights knocked out, which is hilarious to think of by the way,” You insolate wor- “I’m kidding, love you, baby.” That seems to shut him up quickly, Yatzil raises her eyebrows, knowing full well who the endearment is for. “There’s this dingy little diner I frequent, dinner’s on me?” You offer Yatzil and she accepts with a grin.

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The clinking of dishes and utensils resonates from behind the counter, bustling laughter erupts comes from a group of people at the farthest table, and the savory aroma of dinner elopes the atmosphere when you and Yatzil arrive, making way to a table with a window view.

“What’s the plan exactly? You mentioned earlier about being able to continue the seal?” Cutting the meat into bits as you converse with Yatzil, “There is, yes, Hathor tells me that her previous Avatar aided in the last effort of Thoth’s concealment,” I remember that dreadful night, so many lives were lost in meaningless bloodshed. “Avatars scattered across the globe meet upon hours of the eclipse and chant the spell that tethers Thoth into the ground until the next eclipse to come.” Yatzil’s knife scrapes against the porcelain plate.

“Seems simple enough, where do we find Thoth?” voice muffled through a stuffed mouth, “I’m afraid the whole ordeal isn’t as simple as how I have put it, dear,” Yatzil’s fork stabs at her food, “No eclipses happen at the same spot, it is only at the day of the eclipse where Khonshu can lead us, the moon calls onto him, leading those Avatars before as he did for centuries as he will with us.”

You look out to the window, watching Khonshu as he basks in the moonlight, “So we don’t know where it is at the moment, that’s okay, the next eclipse will be in what? A month or so from now, we’ll be fine, I’ll be prepared by then,” Yatzil jerks still from eating, “The next eclipse… is in three days…” You mirror her stillness, “Three days?! I-I can’t, that’s too soon! I can handle hunting down unholy cultists and stopping vile rituals but a whole god? I-I’m not strong enough for that.” Your mind races and your breathing quickens, Yatzil reaches her hand out to yours and grounds you back, “Hey, look at me, like you said, we’re going to be fine, you’ll have me and other Avatars by your side when it happens. You will not deal with this alone,” she brushes your hair back to soothe your nerves. Your heart does the opposite and skips a beat.

“I think we’re done with our dinner? Let’s rest, there is much work to be done, beloved Avatar of Khonshu.” She gets up from her seat, comes to you, and helps you out of your seat, her hand in yours as you leave the diner. With a revving of an engine, the glow of brake lights, and the crunching of tires against the rocky ground, you exit the parking lot and head to a nearby motel.

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Midnight draws close as you enter the reception, booking separate rooms for you and Khonshu; Yatzil, and her goddess. “This is a very kind gesture of you, dinner was already enough, you don’t have to pay for our room.” Yatzil yawns as you hand her key, “Nonsense, you are my friend. Your gratitude is payment enough, get some sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning.” A yawn leaves you as well, “Goodnight then, sleep well.” Yatzil bids goodbye, “Goodnight to you too, Yatzil.” A gentle metallic click from her door ends the conversation, you head to your room and do the same.

It was only after washing up you see Khonshu sitting on the cheap motel bed. No crease or fold to be found where he sits, as opposed to when you make your place by his side, the rustling of the lily-white sheets prominent in the tranquility of the room.

I do not want you anywhere the eclipse will be held. Khonshu starts, making you look up to him in confusion.

“Didn’t you hear what Yatzil said? The Avatars are supposed to come together an-” you bite back, ready to talk him out of whatever he’s trying with you.

I have spoken. You will not be there for as long as the eclipse hangs on the moon and that is final. He doesn't meet your gaze, his head looming down, elbows resting on his knees.

“Khonshu…” You trail your fingers against the wrappings of his forearm, intertwining your hands with his as it meets it at the end. “What’s wrong?” Your other hand grabs his beak with uttermost tenderness and face him to you, the mere act melts Khonshu’s stubborn demeanor, rendering him a mush of sappiness. He preens at your touch, his protective walls crumble and he wonders why he put it up in the first place if it meant not being able to relish in your love.

I have lost so many of my Avatars trying to conceal Thoth, seeing their final breaths are always something I never truly settled with. To see their end as martyrs will haunt my very being. I cannot let the same happen to you. You lean into his beak, eyes closing as you listen to the soothing baritone.

“But you need me out there just as I need you, we can’t do this alone,” you whisper into the bone, “We don’t know what will happen in the next three days but I do know whatever I’ll do, I’ll do it with you by my side.” You seal it with a kiss on his beak.

He turns his body fully to you now, Then let it be from here on out, I devote myself to you, in life and in death. For when you wake in the sun I will wake with you. For when you rest in the moon, I will rest with you. You are my beginning and my end. My love for you is unending, plentiful until the end of time. His hand squeezes against yours.

“Were those your wedding vows? I haven’t written down mine yet,” you laugh softly, “And I devote myself to you, Khonshu, god of the moon, for I will love you for as long I walk the Earth. My heart overflowing with love only for you, I will never leave your side. Only in death may do us apart.” You lean in for another kiss, searing the devotement onto his beak.

The analog clock on the nightstand faintly clicks into 12 AM. Dawn of the first day, 72 hours remain.

#marvel #marvel moon knight #moon knight #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #moon knight khonshu #khonshu #writing #mcu #marvel mcu #moon knight mcu #moon knight marvel #mcu moon knight #moon knight show

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nani-nonny · 6 months

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So now!! The waited part two AND ch 16 of WDS IS HERE!!!✨✨✨✨✨ AM SCREAMING

I really really love how when i wake up at like idk 7 AM or so in the morning only to see multiple notification and one of those are your fic notification!! It makes me already giddy and stimmimg trying to calm my heart before i start reading and then stops remembering i have a morning routine to do first before that!!

So back to the review (trust me, my heart STILL beating fast even remembering the fic✨✨ that's how badly am excited!), We start back at the kids FIGHTING tooth and nail for our peepaw's attention! I just looves it, it's funny and oddly wholesome, and leo begin a grumpy old man - with too much PTSD in that shell - is just sitting there and watching the drama unfolds while trying - keyword trying but not hard enough - to stop them ONLY to be saved by old man splinter 😂

Man why do i feel splinter WANTS to say " get use to it because it's gonna happen daily " and walk as the ghost brothers and sister give them their privacy that they needed, it is right that after the scary battle, the injuries and taking care of everybody? Big blue didn't have his time to let... Well.. Everything sink in his brain! It's like delay panic.

I feel so happy that splinter asked f!leo to go with him shopping because he not only needed some sort of quite but quality time with his dad! So they teleport to hidden city market and it does remind me of few funny things (something relate to my memories when i was just a little girl).

Splinter giving leo ONE job to do and he fail miserably - i don't kinda blame him, IT'S BEEN 20 YEARS! -.

I... LOVE how he is able to avoid scammers and pickpocketers, this screams how well aware leo is and i LOVE IT!! The cool vibes of " i may be old but don't mess with me! " vibes 🤩

He finally meets the 03 cat klunk! (03 tmnt Mikey had an orange cat i don't remember if it was named klunk or not), and just knowing her lower part is broken just BREAK my sensitive heart, i can't bear to see an animal hurt THIS bad especially if they can't defend themselves.

And we reach the 2nd part the spoiled clip part of the store owner, before we continue this guy reminded me of that one background guy in cass apocalypse comic where he was screaming at casey when leo turned smol? Remember him? Yeah he reminds me of that guy.

So back at store owner he drops jokes, insults and comments left and right - missus pfft - and we reach that champion pants, believe me i almost SCREAMED FOR THAT PANTS!! THEY FIT HIM!! tho he didn't wear it yet - wait is I'm blue fic, big blue wear them?? -

I honestly never thought leo would drop the WHOLE summary of his existence and war to the store owner but man, HE BELIEVED HIM?!?! WUT?!

So NOW leo - with cute little Klunk - going to find ol' splinter and he's fighting so hard for a discount - ngl that reminds me of my mom, she fought a guy for 15% discount - and then dropping the tea!🤣 i honestly wished i was there to egg him on " spill the tea sis! Spill the tea! ".

Leo luckily went back home without much difficulty only to see a new challenger had been added to the fight... CJ! Now my bet is with CJ! He will kick ass.

Am glad Klunk was there to calm everyone down because i think they would've been to the second phase; using REAL weapons.

I think because leo was older he was weak against orange's puppy eyes - AND EVEN SAID WE TOOK DONNIE IN 😂😂😂😂-.

But then realize blue is missing and that gets me worried a bit, maybe it's the part where he and blue play video games? Hopefully.

Oh geez I wanted to reply to this sooner but I got a bit busy

Anyways,

Leonardo not trying hard enough to stop the teens from acting up and messing around the lair is peak fatherhood. As long as he doesn’t hear crying then they’re okay /j

Delayed panic is perfect for Leonardo’s situation lol, it was one after the other for him. He honestly didn’t get a true moment of rest.

Splinter is lowkey trying to solve the issue with Leonardo referring to him as “Splinter” instead of “Dad”/hj. Gotta spend quality time with Leonardo to fix, even if Leonardo can’t do the one thing he asked lol

Leonardo’s awareness being so high is so important to me you don’t even know /j he won’t let any detail slip past him

Yes Klunk! I honestly spent a good amount of time thinking about what to name the kitty but then I remembered 03 Mikey’s cat and thought to give the kitty the same name as homage or I guess Easter egg to a really good show

The yokai clothing hop owner that Leonardo met was kind of inspired by the real talkative (questionable) guy from the first chapter of DMD hehe. But selling the champion pants is totally not referring to the battle nexus (in a silly way, we won’t be getting Leonardo in big mama’s ring) but I like to think that there are yokai who sell off brand battle nexus champ merch lol

And Leonardo admitting to his creation (although twisting the truth to seem a little more believable for the yokai) made me laugh a little because he said it either such conviction that it was believable lol

Leonardo returning to the chaos was a struggle there were so many people to take account for in writing but blue going missing kind of makes it easier

Sadly we won’t be getting the moment where Leonardo and blue play games and that won’t happen until Casey jr gets into school. :)

Thank you for taking the time to write this review(?) of ch.16! It means so much :))))) <33333

#whispers of distant souls #nani nonny answers #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt future leo

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sadhoglet · 9 months

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wow a lot's happened since i last posted here

I got double-engaged!! I have two fiancees and i love them both. I live with one and the other is long-distance but we're all gonna live together one day, and there's even some cute triad energy going already/flirting between the two of them omg it's so nice

I left Panera briefly, went to a job where i felt like a zombie and everyone was super unfriendly, and came back. I'm hoping to get another job that pays better/has better benefits but i guess i'm stuck for now.

My third gf ghosted me over the course of six months, barely speaking to me unless i messaged first, never trying to hold a conversation, etc., so I ended things. It had dragged on for so long that it barely felt like we were together anymore anyway.

My best friend also ghosted me??? She found a new bff and group of friends and suddenly stopped talking to me, despite us being super close and talking every day before that. I still work with her and I feel super awkward around her like....she basically replaced me despite saying a lot of shit about being best friends, sharing a lot of personal and painful things with each other, etc. It really feels like I was an emotional crutch for her while she was getting out of her shell, until she met her people and then I was thrown away. I feel super used and gross about it still. The worst part is, when i messaged her saying I felt uncomfortable and it was clear we weren't friends anymore, she was like, "wow, this feels like it came out of nowhere???" Which hurt even more.

I guess being ghosted by two really important people in my life at the same time kind of fucked me up, and I became incredibly withdrawn and isolated like I tend to do when things like this happen. Abandonment issues babeeeeeeeee. I didn't realize that's what I was doing until like two weeks ago. Weirdly enough, reading fanfics and gay manga is what got me out of that rut? Instead of distracting myself with mindless video games, having to actually think about feelings and relate to them.

So yeah, i'm gonna try and get back into therapy, because obviously I need it. Valerie recently got a job too and now she's out more/sometimes has to sleep earlier than me, and I've noticed how...lonely I get and how those negative, self-hating thoughts come back almost immediately. I want to write more too...or at least, journal on here consistently. Having a space for myself is really good.

I sort of broke things off with super-emotionally-distant-and-flaky-Sarah for awhile. Having intense feelings for someone i could never be with was really starting to hurt. Not her fault-- she was very clear about where she is and I honestly did it all to myself. But I came back after like a month and a half, oops. She's been actually trying more though, and i've been trying to temper my expectations in turn. It's become clear that she has mutual feelings for me too which is unexpected. Sighhhhh she's like the forever unreachable third wife I wanna have one day. I don't know if i'd go for a third relationship now, but for her, i'd always make an exception. She's really special to me.

Anyway that's my life. I'm still a traumatized mentally ill orphan child with health issues and an ED and body image problems but at least I have two amazing partners and a decent job and i'm not homeless. Super broke, but i can do nice things every now and then. I feel a bit stuck but...that's okay. I'm still growing. and my 30s have been the best years of my life so far. Here's to hoping.

#feelings #piggy thoughts #sorry this is a big block of text oops #oh well it's my tumblr i'll do what i want

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smut-writer26 · 11 months

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Twisted Thoughts

❗Author's Note❗** Please be advised that this is for mature audience. If you don't wish to read anything related to the subject please do NOT proceed. Thank you!

**Description** CNC, you can imagine who you want, fem/reader, male/partner, it's basically just CNC, Idk what else to say, dirty talk?

You didn't exactly live in the safest place. You've heard your fair share of offenders your friends have gone through, but it's never happened to you. Maybe it's a little naive for you to think that it's never gonna happen to you, but it never has before. What's to say it'll ever happen? And that's why you're out, walking down to your apartment with your shoes in your hands, walking home after a night out with your friends. "It's just a couple blocks, I'll be fine!" You assured your friends twenty minutes ago when they'd offered you a ride home in their carpool. But you shook your head, smiling. "I wanna get some fresh air anyway." The night is cool, a little windy, the breeze settling in your bones like a lullaby. You adore the night life, the twinkling lights, the low hum of city life. It's peaceful, lovely. almost too good to be true, but you ignore that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to walk a bit faster.

"You should be careful. Especially in this alley." You freeze.

"i- what?" A shadow materializes in front of you, and you can barely make out a shape.

"You know, you're a pretty girl. Someone might try something," He starts. "You shouldn't be out alone." You laugh weakly.

"Yeah, I know. It would really suck to get mugged."

"Mhm," he hums. "They could do more than mug you, you know. There's been more and more slasher cases now, haven't you heard?" You acknowledge his remarks with small nods and hums. It's unnerving, and though you know he just means it for your benefit, you kinda wish he'd just stop talking. Or change the subject. "There's also been quite a lot of assault cases. Like, rape cases. you've gotta watch out, baby. They prey on pretty little girls like you."

"Can you not talk about that?" You shudder. "I don't feel-"

"I'm just sayin'," he shrugs. "They'd just take you, into one of these alleyways," he jabs a thumb in the direction of one you'd just walked past. "Corner you," he steps just a little closer to you. "Just like this." He backs you into a wall now, tall and looming over you. You frown, mouth run dry.

"What are you-"

"I'm showing you how it'd happen, sweetheart," he's dangerously close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheek, on your neck. "and you're so pretty. so hard to resist."

"I-," your voice wavers. "Please let me move."

"How about," he smiles gently, hand trailing up your arm. "I give you a little treat. Hmm? What about it?" You look up at him, paralysed in fear.

"What do you want from me?"

"C'mere." He grabs your wrist, thick fingers tightening around you before pulling you into a small alleyway. He pulls you right next to him, chest to chest. You can feel his broad chest, rock hard under his turtleneck, his steady heartbeat. Being so close to him makes you weak, just a little at the knees, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. He's so strong, thick arms wrapping around you to hold you up. "Don't go fallin' on me, princess." There's a sense of danger that nags at the back of your head, but you can't seem to hear it as he spins you around, shoving you into the brick wall. Your palms come up against the rough surface, helplessly pushing against it, your cheek squished to the wall. "So easy," he sneers. "I could take you just like this, baby. I could kiss you," you feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, making contact against your neck. "touch you so easily." You feel his hand snake to your front, palming against the silk of your dress. One hand gropes your tits, soft and plush and he groans into your ear, grinding his front against your ass. "Pull your dress down," he murmurs, hands gripping the bottom and tugging down. "I bet you like me playing with your nipples, don't you?" Your throat is raw. Your mouth is dry, unspeaking, eyes fluttering closed as he pinches your nipples, cold and pebbled in the chilly air. Why is he touching you? Why is he- he's a stranger but he's a good guy, he wouldn't do this to you. He's just showing you, just telling you to be careful, isn't he? Your thighs rub together, a small sound escaping your lips. He pants into your neck, hand rucking up the bottom of your dress. "and then," he continues. "I'd touch you here." His knuckles drag along the crotch of your panties, and he curses. "Holy fuck. You're getting off on this, princess? You're soaked." His fingers slide under your panties, rubbing against your drooling heat.

"i-" you start, but he cuts you off when his fingers slip into your tight hole, your words twisting into a whine. "What- what are you-"

"Shhh," he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tastes like apples and honey, with just a tinge of expensive wine. "Let it happen. Let me take care of you." He bunches up your skirt over your hips, slipping your panties down your thighs. "Gotta learn how to say thank you, yeah?" His fingers fuck into you slowly, almost gently, like he's massaging against your g-spot. you're crumpling in his hands, shaking your head vehemently.

"I don't want this, please, don't take my virginity-"

"You're a virgin," he gasps mockingly. "and yet you're fucking soaked for a total stranger. I'm beginning to think you're lyin' to me princess. Go on, push me away. Push me away if you want me to stop." But you can't, not with his fingers crooking right up against your g-spot. You gasp as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing messy circles.

"I- i, fuck," you breathe, your orgasm building in your stomach. You can feel it, the familiar sensation that has your toes curling, your head tilting up. He takes advantage of this, planting his lips on your neck and sucking, nibbling just slightly and you melt.

"I-," you stutter. "I'm cummin-, cumming-!"

"I'm gonna let you cum," he whispers. "I'm nice enough. Other fuckers wouldn't even care. But I'd make you cum, baby," his fingers fuck into you faster, abusing you. "Just like that. Let me rape you, hm? You make it so fuckin' easy for me." You can't help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers.

"Rape me, rape me," you murmur, eyes glassy. "I need- fuck, need you to-" he chuckles.

"You want me to rape you, baby?" he kisses the nape of your neck. "say it again."

"Pl- please-," your voice is hoarse, wavering. "want you to- to rape me. s-steal my virginity." He's on you faster than you can even register it. You feel his stiff member resting on your back, groaning something in your ears that you can't quite comprehend, your mind hazy with the need for him to be inside you. Whining, you push your hips back against his, silent begging for his touch.

"I got you, I got you. Slow down, sweetheart." his hands fit on your hips, the dips and curves melting under his warm fingers. "I'm being so kind to you, you know? No one else would ever rape you like this."

"T-thank you," you mutter, head swarming. His tip presses up against your slit, the head catching as he pushes, pushes so hard to fit. You gasp, falling forward into the rough wall again. You try to wiggle out of his grip, running from him. "W-wait, wait- you're huge, it's not gonna-" You feel stinging on one side of your face.

"Don't move." he commands you, voice silvery and cool. "I've been so nice. Don't make me angry." He smooths a hand down your back before spreading your legs wider. "You're gonna take it, okay? I'm gonna make it fit." He rubs the reddening skin softly, soothing it before he starts pushing into you again. You whimper, shoving a hand between your teeth to muffle it as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle, bottoming out inside you with one sharp thrust. "There we go," he murmurs. "See? you can take it. Your little virgin parts can take it." You melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. His thrusts are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging. "You like this, baby?" he kisses your temple. "Like a stranger taking advantage of your sweet virgin parts like this? Go on. Use your big girl words."

"I-i like it," you stutter, fucked dumb by the stretch of his member. "I like it s-so much, Plea-..." He hums.

"I can tell. You're clenching on me, princess.'' His thrusts grow faster, sharper. "I'm gonna cum in you, yeah? You came once already, now it's my turn." Your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head violently, soft please, don't, pull out please's on the tip of your tongue when his hand comes up to your face, stocky fingers pushing past the seam of your lips. He presses down on your tongue, hooking against the inside of your cheek. "That wasn't a request, baby. I am going to cum inside you." You're overpowered, overwhelmed. His member is kissing your cervix with every thrust now, hips jutting against your ass. It's all so much, too much that your eyes flutter shut, your body giving up its last thread of resistance. He holds you up, fucking into you like a toy. "Like my own personal fucktoy," he murmurs against your skin. "all mine to fuck and breed." His words echo in the empty chamber of your brain. All his to fuck and breed. All his to fuck and breed. You're lost in it, in the way the tip of his member catches just slightly on the tiny hole of your cervix, the pain ever so slight. He fucks you like he's just as lost in you, the warmth of your walls, you're dripping, and every time he glances down he can see the white ring around the base of his member. He groans, hips stuttering. "I'm cumming," he warns you. "Are you gonna take it like a good little girl? Let me fill your virgin parts with hot rapist cum, hmm?" You nod pathetically, begging for it, please, let me have it. And he does, groaning as he buries himself into you. He grinds in small circles as he fills you, as warmth shoots up into you. You're crying, nails scratching the walls as he fills you over and over, stuffing you to the brim. And then he pulls out, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you. You shiver, fully exposed to the outside world. Shaking, you turn around and he's gone. You walk around the corner and see him.

"You ready to go home, babe?" You smile and nod, he wraps his arm around you and you two walk home.

#Spotify

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