#He doesn't want or really need a response and just wants the illusion of someone listening

[tails-boogie-board]

I can't draw but I have this scene looping in my brain of Tails sitting at the kitchen table, kicking his feet with a juice box and doing literal quantum physics. And then cut to Sonic who is pacing around the kitchen as a literal blur, but its like someone hit fast forward on a remote. He's rambling about something and is gesturing dramatically but his voice is full chipmunk and seemingly one run-on sentence from hell. Tails isn't acknowledging this whatsoever and is just enjoying his math

#Sonic #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #Sonic has adhd #He doesn't want or really need a response and just wants the illusion of someone listening #Tails going mhm every now and then Is perfect and if Sonic has something he actually does need Tails for #He'll grab him and stress that point specifically but otherwise let him go off #Tails Is happy for the company and parallel play #Adhd autism solidarity #But also him speaking like a fast-forwarded telenovia is so funny #Also Tails didn't get the juice box himself bc sonic hid them up high to be annoying and forgot about it #So sonic got it for him bc Tails assumed they were out and didn't think to look above the fridge #Neither of them question any part of that exchange

[buffaloborgine]

Before reading, I want to emphasize, I don't hate Sephiroth as a character, I hate how some people dismiss all of his heinous acts and cling to "He is a victim" and shove the tragedy he caused onto other characters. About that one post about Sephiroth and someone replying to it, let me be clear: I don't deny Sephiroth was a victim. Like many, he was the victim of Shinra and Hojo, that's undeniable. But to write like he is a good person and all the bad things he did were influenced by his upbringing? NO. Sephiroth is selfish, and no matter what you try to bend the narrative to fit your imagination, it is a fact. When the theme of FFVII is about "imagination/illusion", if we use the structure of protagonist vs antagonist, Cloud is the one that was affected by the illusion but he accepted help from others and got over it. Sephiroth would simply be the reversed version of that, he wasn't even illusioned, he knew for sure what he is but deciding that it was better for him if everyone else, and even himself stayed in that illusion forever. Sephiroth wasn't the only character to be affected by Shinra's evilness, but then let's take a look at those who also were affected: - Zack once learned and accepted that Shinra is evil had started running away with Cloud. - Angeal and Genesis don't share the same reaction but eventually once accepted the truth, they both rebelled against Shinra (also Lazard). - The Turks and Rufus are easy to see, I don't need to explain. - The massacred 1st SOLDIER unit mentioned in Dirge of Cerberus, fighting against the creation of inhuman Deepground facility. - Deepground themselves, they know what they are and they fought against Shinra, knowing they would even die if they do. So many would say, but Sephiroth does disobey Shinra and that he wanted to leave Shinra. Vetoing orders onto co-workers' heads doesn't seem to be a good way to protest, rather that's just push the responsibility onto others. And about "wanting to leave Shinra", as far as I remember, Sephiroth just said he would consider the idea, not that he would ever leave, and even till the event of Nibelheim, he didn't leave Shinra, not at all. So let's put this together, should we just see Sephiroth as a victim and say he isn't accounted for other tragedy happened in FFVII? Personally? Of course not. There are other victims and they fought back their abuser in different ways, maybe causing mayhem on the route but they still fought for their freedom. Sephiroth has never once given a single thought for others, and he was comfortable staying in Shinra, after all, he got the privilege for 1st Class, can veto orders and get admired by other SOLDIERs. To debunk people who claim that Sephiroth was thoughtful about Genesis' injury: Who was the one causing that mess in the first place? And even when you look at the cutscene, it was less of caring thought but more of "Why I am inadequate for this?" If he was sincere, he would have gone to check on Genesis later, but nope, he assumed Genesis was fine, like really, what kind of friend is that? No fucking friend would just assume friend is fine knowing they are hurt, no fucking friend would just condemn friends as traitor while not knowing the reason why they leave, and no fucking friend would keep their friends in the dark while knowing they are being tricked, abused. In conclusion, please stop saying Sephiroth is a good friend to anyone. If he cannot earn Zack's forgiveness, he is a prick, but if even Weiss stood against him (in DFFOO), consider he surely won't get any redemption.

#sephiroth #ffvii #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #lengthy rant because some people have strange conclusion that I don't have reading comprehension

[stressfulsloth]

In regards to your post “and now I'm. Just thinking about the loneliness that is SO pervasive through Elysium.”…

I have one thing to offer, or perhaps nitpick if you’d prefer it that way.

I don’t think it’s entirely fair to say the Sunday Friend isn’t a real friend. The Smoker On The Balcony believes him to be a real friend, even if he isn’t going to be there come Monday morn. But isn’t that enough? A friend on Sunday is still a friend, even if it makes waking up Monday all the worse.

Perhaps I’m biased though! Now that I think about it, most of my friends would fit the description. “Fair weather friend” feels to cold, but “sunday friend” is good enough.

And of course none of this is to say your post is at all wrong. It’s lovely and true. I just felt the need to quarrel publicly with that little detail.

To conclude, since I really just did not make myself very clear here; you are utterly correct to include the Sunday Friend in a post about loneliness but I take slight issue with saying he’s not a real friend. And so I wrote you a very long ask. And now as I reach it’s end I’m realising this was a very silly undertaking. But I’ve come this far so I’m going to grow a pair and hit “ask”.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope it isn’t too desperately obnoxious.

Peace out ✌️

Ahh man I'm sorry anon but I'm going to have to disagree with you pretty strongly here 😅 tbh I was a little too easy on him in the original post. It's not necessarily the temporary nature of their acquaintance that makes the Sunday Friend's friendship questionable on its own, although it doesn't help.

The Sunday Friend is quite literally not a friend. "Friend" in his title is a euphemism; he's not coming to visit the Smoker because he's his friend. He's coming to visit the smoker to do a bit of poverty tourism, to admire the crumbling place that his beliefs have helped to destroy, and a bit of heavily implied sex tourism too. A "first world" tourist, a bureaucrat from the international government, visiting one of the most impoverished districts of Revachol to spend his nights with a student. He's not the Smoker's friend, he's a client. They're using 'friend' as a stand-in for his actual role, which is a) as a part of the moralist bureaucratic system repressing the revolution and keeping the city as a whole trapped in a laissez faire purgatory easily exploited by foreign capitalists and ultraliberals, while still maintaining a friendly respectable face, and b) as the Smoker's customer, exploiting the poverty of Martinaise's residents to get what he wants for cheap and using the easy mobility that his money and status give him. Imo he's intended narratively as a parallel for the moralist coalition government; he views from a distance, focused on money and *ze price stabilité* but entirely divorced from the poverty and consequence of his work. Happy to dip his toe in and make use of exploitable populations in Revachol, but always ready to leave too. When asked how he became 'friends' with the smoker, his response is literally to describe the coalition occupying Revachol.

He knows so little about the Smoker beyond him being there to study art, but what kind? "Perhaps graphic design? Printmaking? Who knows?" As to your point about the Smoker thinking he's a real friend, the Smoker is under no illusions about who the Sunday Friend is. An injection of money. Someone with power, someone with the mobility afforded to him by ownership of a non-Revacholian passport, someone content to watch the place decay and do nothing but indulge himself in pet projects and worry about bureaucracy. Someone with the freedom to leave when things get bad; a freedom that is narratively only assigned to a rare few extremely bourgeois characters. Dora, on her flight to Mirova, Joyce and her boat, Trant and his academic travels, and the Sunday Friend who will be out of Martinaise like a shot the moment things start to kick off despite being a part of the overarching structure that is responsible for Revachol's subjugation and rising political tensions. The Sunday Friend will use the Smoker's labour, use the vulnerability of Revachol's precarious situation to his advantage, then once it becomes too precarious or he gets bored, he'll withdraw. In answer to your question, no, I don't think that's enough. Again I probably oversimplified in my last post but the loneliness all throughout DE is not just an emotional state but a political one. Alienation is a major theme. As is the impossibility of building community in the face of capitalism relentlessly subsuming anything in its path, in the face of shallow relationships dictated by the need for survival. The Sunday Friend embodies that concept perfectly. He is exquisitely shallow in conversation, a perfect moralist who at all times strives to remain impartial and distant.

Anyway. Tldr; my point is that the relationship between the Smoker and the Sunday Friend is far more transactional, and far more exploitative, than you seem to believe. "Friend" is not being used literally but euphemistically. A 'fairweather friend' is better than none, sure, but that's entirely inapplicable to this situation. Sorry for the long post and I hope it's not too rambling- I'm surviving on very little sleep right now but I hope it clears up for you a bit why I referred to the Sunday friend in that way initially.

#disco elysium #sunday friend #long post #sorry this is such a long reply- there is so much more that i could add but i am cutting myself off or I'd carry on forever

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival ftm boyfriend being dysphoric ♦️(Morvay)

Yakumo

He will sit with you and talk if you need it. He wants to comfort you and he's very likely to make you a cup of tea or your favorite meal to help you feel better. He may not know what to say specifically but he reminds you of just how much he loves you and why.

Edmond

He doesn't really get what the big deal is. As long as you say you're a man he's going to treat you like a man, and if anyone else disagrees well… He's not usually one for mockery but will definitely have words with anybody who is rude to you about your gender. If you vent to him you'll try his best to listen but honestly stuff that personal makes him uncomfortable. He'll never turn you down or say no to listening to you, but he doesn't like that he doesn't know how to help.

Olivine

He will pray to the god of Klein for your piece of mind. Man also has huge honkers so he may make a joke about that to lighten your mood. Of course he'll be blushing like mad if he does. Hes really good about talking and listening and you know he would never use your insecurities against you. He will try and give advice but after will always double check that he didn't cross any boundaries.

Quincy

He's not entirely sure what to do in this situation, so he asks. He'll ask you what you need or what you want from him and if he can accommodate he will. If you need anything specifically he's even willing to talk to the old fox to get them for you. He may ask you to do simple tasks like chop wood for him. It's a simple way to not only distract you, but build muscle and make you feel more masc.

Kuya

Actually a pretty simple fix for him. He is going to make a magic crystal necklace for you that casts an illusion so anyone who looks at you while you're wearing it sees you as however you want to be seen. Oh and if the reason you're feeling dysphoric is because someone misgendered you… well let's just say they won't ever bother you again.

Blade

You explain dysphoria to him and he sort of understands? He thinks it's similar to how he feels human despite having an edroid body. It's actually really interesting talking to him about the differences between your dysphoria and his dysmorphia. He often uses reading and learning as a coping tool for himself so if you're feeling bad he's going to invite you on a library date.

Garu

You're feeling bad about yourself? Proceeds to tell you how amazing you are and how he's confused about why you feel bad. Once you explain the bad feelings aren't something you can control and it's about how other people perceive you he is still just as confused. He wants to know who's perceiving you wrong so he can tell them just how good you are.

Karu

He's got no idea what's going on, but that's okay because he loves you anyway. If someone misgendered you he's going to insult them. “Wow I didn't realize humans were blind and stupid. That one can't even tell you're a boy.” He never comforts you directly but he's always speaking up for you even if he thinks you're not in the room.

Dante

He's not going to let you have self image tissues while he's around. If he can get his hands on something that'll make you feel better he will. Whether that be tailor made clothes that fit perfectly and make you look flat, or a rare herb that acts like HRT, or really anything, nothing is too great for him to do for you. If you ask if he can make a workout routine for you to help with some of your image issues he will be really excited. He can use the workouts to help you shape your body how you want, and use it to sneak a peek.

Rei

He'll do the surgery himself if you ask… this is also his go-to response if you tell him that you're feeling dysphoric. I don't trust him with a scalpel anywhere near me, but that decision is up to you to make. He's not good at soft comfort but he can definitely talk you through some of your feelings. He can probably also explain why your brain chemistry is like that and rationalize everything you're feeling. I don't know if he's trying to help or just info dumping though.

Eiden

He is SO good at being a supportive boyfriend! It doesn't matter if you came out two minutes ago or two years ago, he loves you for who you are on the inside. He may be the only person here who's got experience with trans people in a modern sense. He's the first to make a sarcastic comment if someone misgenders you, and knows the importance of a good distraction when you're feeling bad. Also being a designer has the perks of knowing how to make binders and packers.

Aster

Is it something money can fix? He's more than happy to help you transition physically, but he's very awkward when it comes to listening to you talk about dysphoria. He doesn't really know how to be emotionally supportive, but he's trying. He may “accidentally” order too much herb that can be used to increase testosterone and be graceful enough to share with you. He will also use you to test cute clothes and is very vocal when something makes you look flat or particularly masc.

Morvay

This can go one of two ways. Either he's really sweet and sits down and lets you vent about whatever you're feeling, or he hands you a strap on and tells you to fuck him like the man you are. Either way he's not leaving you alone until you feel better. Even if you say you want some space he'll just sit in the corner of the room because he doesn't want to leave you alone when you feel bad and always wants you to know that he's there for you.

#Nu carnival Yakumo #nu carnival Edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival Quincy #nu carnival Kuya #nu carnival Garu #nu carnival Dante #nu carnival Rei #nu carnival Aster #nu carnival Morvay #nu carnival Eiden #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival #a degenerate writes #x ftm reader #x ftm #x trans reader #♦️

[master-ray5]

My Response To “Why I love the Toxic Romance of Sailor Moon”

I came across this video online: 

My short response: I disagree. 

My long response: Buckle UP

     It should be noted the video isn’t presenting the argument for just the 90s aspect of the Usagi x Mamoru relationship but is lumping Crystal and the Manga into the argument and insisting it's a toxic romance. The creator of this video breaks down their argument into pointing out three different aspects of the Usagi X Mamoru relationship: 

The age gap and the power dynamic is causes

The lack of choice in the relationship 

How Seiya offers Usagi choice

     Let’s tackle all three of the points and see where the argument breaks down. First off the age gap…sigh…

The Age Gap

     At this point I’m sick of even going into this aspect of the argument. Frankly over the years it comes off as far too personal for many individuals and they can’t separate these feelings when they enter into fiction. If you can’t get over the aspect Usagi is dating an older (4-5 years) man and are uncomfortable with the power dynamic this presents in a relationship then this isn’t the show for you. 

     Still, can people stop acting like it's a huge age gap? This isn’t like the age gap that comes like Bunny Drops (that series really took a turn later in the manga) so can we all stop acting like Mamoru is riding around in a van offering Usagi candy? Moving on…

The Lack of Choice in the Relationship

     The video argues even if you look past the reincarnation element of the Mamoru x Usagi relationship, the introduction of Crystal Tokyo and them becoming King and Queen causes the relationship to become toxic. With this expectation to reach this status, the two are pressured to stay together whether they are ideal for each other or not. This lack of choice is described by the video as being toxic. 

     While the aspects of destiny are prevalent in Sailor Moon, it is important to distinguish the difference between fate and destiny. Fate are the events that will happen when someone doesn't take responsibility. Destiny is what can be achieved through growth and one's own actions. Usagi and Mamoru are shown to be willing to fight for their goals and each other. Usagi wants to be a bride. She wants to be Mamoru’s bride. Mamoru wants to have a family with Usagi so he never feels alone like he did when he was a kid (the movie Sailor Moon R: Promise of the Rose shows this in detail). They support and nurture each other and fight against the forces of evil in the process. 

     It should be noted despite knowing their destiny they still have moments where they need a reminder they need to keep fighting. Usagi has to be reminded at the end of Sailor Moon R to continue the fight. She is reminded of her need to step up by talking with Naru who has no idea she is Sailor Moon.  

      This doesn't just apply to Usagi. Mamoru, upon seeing Usagi with Haruka, feels jealous and is shown to be depressed by it. Only by working together on a project not related to fighting evil but something as simple as helping Chibi Usa with an assignment are they able to reconnect. 

     Also the future they are shown isn't terrible or apocalyptic. The two are shown to be happy, have achieved peace, and are still in love. Why wouldn't they work to achieve it?

The Illusion of Choice With Seiya

     A recent argument I see a lot of Seiya x Usagi fans using is “Seiya offers Usagi choice. Something Mamoru never did.” While it can be argued Seiya is offering Usagi a choice, it is not necessarily a good choice. Look at the hard facts of Seiya’s mission: they are dedicated to Princess Kakyuu and planned on leaving the planet as soon as they found her. Under these aspects, the choices Seiya is offering are not in Usagi’s favor.

At best, Seiya is offering Usagi to leave the planet so they can be together, meaning Usagi would have to give up all her friends and family just so she could be together with Seiya. At worst, Seiya is asking Usagi to engage in a long distant relationship to be together. Considering how critical Seiya was about Usagi engaging in a long distance relationship with someone who was supposed to be on the same planet, the idea of even suggesting such a thing to Usagi makes Seiya a hypocrite. 

In conclusion:

Here are a few examples of ACTUAL toxic relationships in anime: 

Gundam Seed: When Fllay uses sex to keep Kira focused on fighting the enemy forces to exact her revenge. 

Death Note: Light Yagami intentionally manipulates Misa’s feelings to use her as a tool to exact his plan for bringing his version of justice to the world. 

Revolutionary Girl Utena: Akio romancing and bedding Utena for his own purposes while at the same time sexually abusing his sister Anthy.  

Fruits Basket: Shigure slept with Ren (Akito's mother) as revenge for Akito sleeping with Kureno.

These are Toxic relationships where people are legitimately being hurt by being a part of it. Though the future Usagi and Mamoru witness is imposing, their interactions are actually supportive in nature. In summary, I don't agree with this video and continue to express that Usagi and Mamoru have a relationship others can and should ascribe to obtain.

#sailor moon #sailormoon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #pretty soldier sailor moon #sailor moon fandom #mamoru x usagi #usagi x mamoru #usagi tsukino #mamoru chiba #usagi x seiya #seiya x usagi #kou seiya #Seiya Kou #chiba mamoru #tsukino usagi #Youtube

[freddie-77-ao3]

Snippets of the Travis Stoll fic because i need motivation:

“I’m mature because you left me to take care of an entire cabin of people when I was twelve.” Travis rubs his arms self-consciously. “I had to grow up. Kids would die if I didn’t.”

~~

Travis Stoll loses his virginity when he is twelve years to a sixteen year old daughter of Demeter on the grass behind the Ares cabin, and honestly, he wishes that their landmines had blown him up.

He is twelve years old and a counselor now, and Tammy is in charge of the camp store.

He's counselor now. The children shivering on the floor of cabin eleven, they're his responsibility.

But he doesn't have enough money for blankets and toiletries, and Tammy-- Tammy tells him that if he comes with her and does what she asks, she'll give both of them to him for free, so he does.

He goes with her.

He's twelve years old. He knows what rape is. Knows this isn't it, because he consented, right?

(Wrong.)

~~

Travis’ leg is bouncing up and down. It’s a bit rhythmatic, and calming, if anything could be considered calm.  He’s tense, and stiff, and the sound makes him wince every once in a while, when he forgets it’s his leg that’s tapping on the cool flooring, and not someone else’s winding footsteps. Malcolm would just pop! Into existance, scaring the shit out of Travis, but at least letting him know it wasn’t someone else, but… Travis doesn’t want Cecil, or Connor, -or anyone else really- to see him like this. 

Not now, when they’re all so scared- when he’s so scared. 

~~

“Come on,” Travis fake whines at one point in an attempt to forget everything, “Drop the illusion! Become your true self!” He pouts, as Malcolm continues to ignore him, typing something without looking, at a speed that most would probably consider fast.  “Your authentic identity! Drop all pretences in a society that worships fakeness! Embrace your realist inner spirit! Should I go on?”

Malcolm sighs, and while he rolls his eyes, he mutters, “You’ve been spending too much time in Cabin Ten.”

“Have not,” Travis scoffs.

“Have so,” but he shifts anyway, ceasing the- admittedly childish- argument (which was not cool, thank you very much, some of us have bad and annoying coping methods, Malcolm-), the short blond hair shifting to a slightly longer, curlier brown, and the grey eyes turning green. 

It didn’t change much, really- Malcolm was still incredibly short- seriously, 5’2?-  but Malcolm now had two bandages around his mouth and nose which were slightly wrinkled due to his mouth being shut. 

Travis assumed Connor put them on. Malcolm often didn’t bother with bandages, and Drew was more clinical in her approach. It didn’t matter, really, except it made Travis wonder if Malcolm was missing them. His friends. His friends Travis has taken from-

Malcolm nudges him, whispering, “Hey. You alright?”

Travis opens his mouth to respond, but the only thing to come out is a strangled sigh. 

~~

Travis is prone to wandering. He thinks it might be a Hermes kid thing, the reasoning spread somewhere in between the cabin being so incredibly small that you share bunks and sleep on the floor, and that if you ever have to go to the bathroom in the night, chances are the entire cabin knows about it because they either get stepped on, or move, or the fact that Hermes is the god of travel.

Travis doesn’t really like either explanation- he was selfish like that, wanting one thing to himself, just one thing, but, well. He was counselor, wasn’t he. Chiron always said, counselors have to share, counselors have to–

Why isn’t he allowed to be selfish?

~~

Travis started in on the waffle fries, drizzling them with syrup first. 

 “You know they’re called waffle fries,” Malcolm pointed out, looking slightly disgusted, “because of the shape, not because they’re actually made of waffles.”

“Don’t limit me.”

“It’s another cabin eleven thing, isn’t it?”

“Camp thing, really. Surprised you haven’t noticed yet- you’ve been here, what, two years now?”

“It’s not like I often go to the dining pavilion,” Malcolm retorted, and Travis gives a Cheshire Cat grin at the opening Malcolm has given him.

“So you admit you never eat? Cause you know what that sounds li-”

“I do not have an eating disorder, I simply prefer eating in the kitchen before everyone else.”

“So what problem did this come from- ooh, wait no, let me guess- it is because,” Travis waved his arms for dramatic affect, “you were having too many sensory overloads so you got permission to eat in the kitchens, come on, Mr. Pace, congratulate me!” Travis half bowed in his seat, but Malcolm didn’t seem to notice, staring at his own hands a moment too long. 

“Hey,” Travis tries. “You okay?”

#pjo hoo toa #my fanfiction #wip snippet #travis stoll

[bumble66]

The similarities between closeted right-wingers and Chris Evans

Alternative title: "Dear Mr. future president Evans,"

Recently, I saw how Chris Evans met Joe Biden. For people who don't know. Chris Evans has a political online platform called ASP. This was not the first time he met a famous politican but meeting the president of the United States is something else. It should be clear by now why he does that... Anyway, it reminded me of the gossip I found recently:

As I mentioned in my last big blog post, about Chris' potential boyfriends, I am not really a fan of marvel and didn't know much about him during his time as Captain America. I only got interested after he started the cringeworthy PR relationship in November 2022. In 2018, I was made aware of how many closeted celebrities exist and Mr. Evans being so clumsy with his Portugal bride gave me the perfect opportunity to uncover this Hollywood facade.

As you can see, I have also been asked by a lot of people why I think Chris could be closeted (either gay, bi or a straight guy who doesn't want to commit and just sleeps around). I will answer these questions in relation to today's topics: I. The Portugal PR relationship is mostly done for his future political career (or that was the plan before the backlash) II. The behavior of closeted right-wingers resembles Chris Evans' III. Portugal Bride was not the first PR relationship rumor but why does a rich, attractive and alleged womanizer like Chris need PR relationships all the time? As I always say. Everything on my tumblr is alleged. I merely summarize what people speculate online and give my own opinion on that.

Tim Scott, a failed GOP 2024 candidate and alleged closeted gay man, announced on X that he got engaged to a woman:

As you can see from the screenshot, no one's buying it. It is rumored Tim Scott is doing this because he will be chosen as Trump's vice president. People online claim that Tim Scott being gay has been talked about way before the first "Why doesn't have Tim Scott have a girlfriend" articles:

I heard about Tim Scott being gay and being pressured to have a PR girlfriend around the same time Chris pretended to have gotten married in September and that made me think... I can't find the comment anymore but I remember someone of Chris' fans on the LSA forum suggesting that Chris' "A starting point" political platform isn't just for shits and giggles. Apparently, he wants to go into politics after his acting career. No idea how successful he will be now with that after his latest movie flops and the Portugal relationship having led to lost followers on his social media accounts because it made him appear as a "dollar store Leonardo DiCaprio" but in general..., this idea isn't too far off. Remember the Terminator aka Arnold Schwarzenegger? An action hero became the Governor of California and with Chris Evan's fake Captain America image, pretending online and in interviews to be like Steve Rogers, he could sway a lot of people too!

Remember. The alleged marriage wasn't the first PR relationship of Chris Evans. At least according to his fandom, when they explained how he and Portugal Bride met, he was involved in several other PR relationships before:

According to this person, the relationships with Christina Ricci and Minka Kelly from long ago, were planned by a PR team too and it adds up with a blog post I found years ago about how Minka is allegedly a beard for my back then favorite actor Jake Gyllenhaal. Bearding appears to be a career of its own in Hollywood: https://gaywriter.wordpress.com/2012/06/19/blind-item-jake-gyllenhaal-is-looking-for-a-new-female-beard-to-present-illusion-of-heterosexuality-to-fans/

So his PR team not only allegedly had several options next to the Portugal Bride (like Monica Barbaro) but they were apparently also responsible for his faked relationship with Lily James? It is rumored that Lily wanted more from this PR arrangement from back in 2020. Possibly real love? The social media site Icons+ reports that "Lily James left Chris Evans to be a millionaire's "other woman"". She basically publicly "cheated" on Chris and many gossip sites reported on it. Did Lily do that as revenge because Chris solely wanted PR and rejected her? Kinda like "if you don't give me real love, I ain't giving you positive PR either". It makes me wonder though. Why would a heterosexual man privately reject a pretty woman like Lily James after wanting to be seen with her in paparazzi photographs after all? Odd.

Yes, Chris' alleged personal Paparazzo with the name Jesal basically admitted that he was called to do the pictures with Lily back in 2020 (Nowadays, he seems to be busy with the Portugal PR relationship as you can see from the screenshot, where he was called for a christmas party Portugal Bride and Chris attended). This reminds me of of another failed 2024 GOP candidate who is rumored to be closeted. There is a medium article regarding Ron DeSantis called "Is the GOP gossiping that Ron DeSantis is gay?", how most if not all of the GOP party know about his alleged homosexualty:

As you can see, not just his own party but the general public thinks so too. In fact, they speak about Ron DeSantis' being closeted the same way some people speak about Chris being allegedly closeted:

The replies to this dailymail article about Chris' and Portugal Bride's relationship-reveal, demonstrate that people think that both Chris and Ron overplay the alpha male macho tough guy image, solely to cover their true sexual orientation.

But PR relationships can also have another function. As I pointed out on my blog before: There are many heterosexual men I know who just wanted to sleep around but because of societal pressure, they pretend to be monogamous. The latest political example of that seems to be Gavin Newsom who has been in the news for being an alleged serial cheater. He was already caught cheating back in 2007. On X I found this summary of his latest shenanigans: (TRIGGER WARNING: mention of SA)

Why do I mention Ron DeSantis and Gavin Newsom in relation to Chris Evans? Because they all have one thing in common. A fake stable married man image. Look at the header picture of DeSantis and Newsom on X. Newsom holding his son in his harm. A few weeks ago, DeSantis had a header picture of holding his children's hands and the latest picture, you can see right now, also shows his wife and kids again to portray the family man image while allegedly being someone completely different (a closet case = Ron, a cheater= Gavin). Sorry not sorry but when I saw those header images combined with the rumors I knew about those two guys, I immediately though that Chris is not so different. He also calls the paparazzi, so he can be portrayed for the public as a guy who has a stable relationship and doesn't randomly sleep around in all kids of places.

As someone pointed out on the Lipstick Alley thread called "Chris Evans Relationship Theories 5", he used to go to parties similar to the ones seen in the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" but these rumors were allegedly scrapped by his team when he became Captain America. Why did they worry so much about this specific gossip? Was it true after all? Apparently this goes back as far as 2006:

I have no problems with that because I am pro sexual liberation. I actually point this out so we can normalize this and let people be who they really are, so that they don't have to do these fake relationships anymore.

I mean, remember the screenshot from my "Chris Evans possible boyfriends" post? The user ShellyT20... how she described that a lot of PR relationships in Hollywood exist because the male actors either sleep with each other, have p-word scandals and/or are serial cheaters "but post fake romance stuff on IG and other public platforms. It gives a fake sense of normalcy and stability and shuts fans up for the most part as well as acting as a distraction." When I read this I got reminded of the public "beyond the blinds podcast" episode you can listen to on spotify. The one about the Hemsworth brothers. There it was alleged that Chris Hemsworth is constantly cheating. I wasn't surprised. He isn't my type but I can't deny that he is what most consider super attractive + tall + rich = in no way is this guy monogamous as a famous hollywood actor (LMAO the audactiy to even thinkt hat)... Sadly, when I confront some people with that... for instance Evans fans on LSA or X, most roll their eyes and don't believe that.... They were like: "How can a guy like C. Hemsworth, who posts social media posts about loving being a father and being married for over a decade possibly be such a bad guy"... ... ... ... ... Well and this the reason why Hollywood still fools you with PR relationships because most of you are gullible. You want to see men married with children and as long as the women are age appropriate, you eat it up. And all this goes even beyond these Hollywood celebrities and politicians the general public is aware of. Apparently, even e-celebs are in PR relationships/fake image relationships these days. The youtuber TheQuartering, who said he was partying with right-wing e-celebs said this about them last year: (TRIGGER WARNING: transphobic slur)

Just like how Chris Evan's fans are disappointed that he wasn't the internet boyfriend after all (his fake image for the 2010s) and started to date random young women like Leonardo DiCaprio and Bradley Cooper, TheQuartering was disappointed too with his right-wing colleagues, who pretended to be committed husbands with children while actually being a closeted pride parade. The right-wing commentarors TheQuartering talks about are: Elijah Schaffer, Jack Posobiec and Mike Cernovich. When I found that out I was shocked. I was like "So even these e-celebs are basically "their own Hollywood club" and need PR relationships to function publicly". It really shows how deep gender roles are still ingrained in our society. That even internet-famous people have to have a family man image and portray themselves in a certain way to become "e-celeb-A-list". And if they don't, they will be denied that status.

I know it hurts that your favorite A-list stars are also wife cheaters and that their activism is most likely fake only so that they can continue participating in Hollywood orgies (Which apparently already happen on the e-celeb level). But at one point it had to come out and isn't it better to accept reality than to participate in and support these fake scenarios only to feel better about the world? Cause it is not just TheQuartering who exposed the fake image of the right-wing online community. Blaire White, a right-winger herself, pointed out the same. As people say, where there is smoke, there is fire:

In this video at 55:35 regarding Blaze Media, Blaire White spills tea about closeted e-celebs. It also includes orgies and drugs... like with our favorite super hero (allegedly).

(Blaire is not the only one who knows about the orgy parties)

Lastly, one of the most famous right-wing e-celebs is Steven Crowder. On his channel he had a video where he once admitted that he had a bisexual phase... a phase..

And according to his own logic that means:

He also went so far and basically created beard twins. I remember clearly the video where he announced the pregnancy of his wife. He held up a picture into the camera from an ultrasound. It was like "See, I am hetero after all. Are you happy now?". That's at least my opinion on how the video looked like and it adds up with what peole usually say about him:

Honestly, if someone had told me that this text is about Chris Evans, I'd have believed it and so now we have come full circle. While I only know about Chris Evan's since the pandemic (As I said, I don't watch super hero movies), I am still disappointed. In some interviews, he appeared so adorable, awkward and different from other men in Hollywood (like when he was interviewed about his "Lightyear movie announcement" tweet on Jimmy Kimmel). But in the end he is no better than the closeted republicans. Portraying a conservative image of marriage while behind closed doors it is worse than a sitcom trying to convince you that canned laughter makes everything funnier.

(picture: Is this the awkwardness people talk about? Adorable...)

Yes, there have always been rumors that his real personality is being "weird and awkward" and that he is not just acting in movies but also in most interviews. It goes so far that someone claimed he had been rejected on a date and that's why some people assume it is actually him who initiated the Portugal PR relationship and basically paid for it because he can't get someone himself through normal means. Are some people punished with their good looks?

IMO just like with the married right-wing e-celebs who do orgies all the time, it is also a bad idea of Chris wanting to become a father (at least according to his "sexiest man alive" PR narrative from 2022 which seems to be in the trash can now too).

But let's assume his PR team has that still on their minds: Not only would it be solely for his image (which would make this situation PR either way, even if the marriage were real) but according to all his alleged wild ways, he is also unfit to parent, it would be a disaster actually. Controversial commentator Pearl Davis described it very well. How some people just shouldn't be parents:

I agree with Vale. She would just be in it for the image of being a married woman and in our case... a married, monogamous, non-cheating family man. A user on LSA said that when you switch out "fake nails" with "fake teeth" in Pearl Davis' message, you will have the pefect description of Chris Evans:

(Chris Evans being interviewed at the Lightyear premiere resembling Barry Manilow with too much botox) Sorry but after seeing this picture, I have to agree with her. I love his clothing style but a bi-peacock who is more interested in vanity and fake status will never be a good role model for children. As the saying goes: "You can't have it both ways"

I know this is all a tough pill to swallow but c'mon people. This is the year 2024 and at one point this fakeness just needs to stop. Celebrities, politicians and even social meda e-celebs... you are being fooled. And according to Hollywood insider and daughter of famous TV personality John Walsh, a lot of times, one partner of the arrangement is suffering. Is this really what you support? I don't and that's why I uncover all these PR relationships of the entertainment world because as a true progressive, I don't think that people should be judged based on outdated gender expectations like marriage and monogamy.

The closet kills... your real personality. I mean honestly, what do you gain from being remembered after your death as someone you never were? As Joan Rivers jokes at 0:43 in a short clip from 1966. This so called bearding has been going on forever. I don't think we need a 100th anniversary of this shameful practice. So please help me to expose this so that in the future, celebrities can become famous for truly being themselves.

#chris evans #hollywood #pr #pr relationships #lavender marriage #feminism #lgbt #bisexuality #steven crowder #elijah schaffer #jack posobiec #e-celebs #right wing extremism #closeted #gay pride #joan rivers #socially awkward #socially anxious #fake image #fakeness #joe biden #politics #president #government #ron desantis #gavin newsom #mike cernovich #blaire white #gossip #celebrity gossip

[itsmaferart]

SxF · · · Ep 15 · · · I will take care of you all my life

This is a simple family outing, taking the new family member out for the first time. And as in a brief moment we hear Loid giving Anya an important lesson, about the responsibility of caring for "someone" all her life.

But strangely enough, these words did not please Agent Twilight, right?

The question is why?

In a mission whose goal is to have the ideal family, becoming the perfect father to Anya is essential to the Strix mission. Therefore, it is the duty of Loid Forger, a loving father, a widowed man who lost his first wife and raised his daughter alone to give her these lessons. This will make your role more believable, taking care of the appearance.

… So… Why is being a hypocrite so painful this time?

Maybe because you didn't plan those words?

Perhaps, you weren't trying to trick Yor and convince her that you are Anya's real father, or you weren't trying to trick Anya into feeling that she has a real father, and not realize that you will someday abandon her, you weren't trying to save face in the face of a neighbor or a possible threat to the Strix operation.

The real problem is that these words were totally sincere.

You just wanted to be a good father to her, and teach her how important it is for you to protect the lives of others.

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These sincere words are very risky, because it is admitting that "you are getting attached to them" and you will notice the absence of them when the Strix mission is no longer necessary for peace.

What need does Agent Twilight have to constantly remind himself that he is on a mission… and will he ever stop seeing the two of them?

Sure, he'll make sure they're safe and that WISE makes sure they have the best life possible, but that's not enough for you.

Because he himself wants to be the one to take care of them and make sure they are happy. But that would put the world at risk, because peace between Ostania and Westalis is an illusion, and you swore that you will not rest until the children live in a world without war

So, you decided to resign yourself to your own happiness, for the sake of the world and peace.

That will be best for Anya, for Yor, for Bond and for the world

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It's this kind of scene that makes it clear to me that Twilight is really falling in love with her family and is really happy at their side. But, like a resigned man, he gives himself these brief doses of reality to try to make the idea of parting with them less painful, a way of cushioning the blow he doesn't want to take.

The family is not a burden for Twilight, the real burden in his life is the war, and the traumas he has had to carry in his life, using them as a motivation to keep fighting. Having a quiet life, they have slowly made him realize that sacrificing his life being a spy is very strenuous. And this manifests itself in the enormous stress and fatigue he faces with his extra missions.

I understand, why Twilight doesn't frequent these types of monologues, or how he doesn't question every moment of sincerity he has. If Twilight did, he would surely be very affected from constantly hurting himself, entered into a depressive and melancholic state. That's why it's easier to deny it and say "it's because of my mission." So he does not have to come up with the obvious answer that he is not ready to get.

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I really hope that someday he can get his true peace with his family

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What do you think?

#spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family #twiyor #yor forger #loid forger #yor briar #loid x yor #anya forger #sxf #twilight #spyxfamily twilight #spyxfamily anime #sxf my chapter analysis #agent twilight #twilight x yor #bond forger

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Going further with the Eren + Nagito comparison, what if Nagito has another "revelation" of sorts. Wondering to himself, was it ever truly hope that he yearned so much for? Or was it freedom? A sense of autonomy and control over his life. Not a life dictated by the whims of his luck cycle, by the diseases limiting his body, and of course by some bitch mind-raping him into a despair addiction.

And this extends to how he treats his luck cycle. Finally reaching the conclusion that no, it has never been a fair balance and it has always just been Ultimate Bad Luck. Deciding that the "good luck" is just a bullshit illusion to get his hopes up and then be crushed again. So he goes out of his way to spite the cycle. Passing over and deliberately sabotaging every single bit of "good luck" that comes his way from there on.

"Fuck off, I'm not falling for that shit anymore. Go ahead, toss me all the bad luck you want. See if I care."

It would probably feel weirdly uncomfortable for the rest of Class 77. Because like...yeah, he's finally shut up about hope and luck and all that. But it also feels kind of wrong. Like the world has turned upside down. And a number of them probably realize that they actually do miss that sense of irreverent optimism. Which in turn would likely make Nagito even more irritable and lash out at attempts to cheer him up.

"If I recall correctly, all the time you'd say stuff like 'I wish that moron would just shut the hell up about hope'. And yet...now you're upset that I've taken your advice? Make your damn mind up."

The idea of believing in hope "in a healthy way" sounds good on paper. But like...I think it would take a very long character arc to come around to that idea. As far as Nagito is concerned (and let's face it he's not exactly wrong here), hope or fate or whatever spited him from the moment he was born. It doesn't smile upon him the way it does people like Makoto.

"No. Fuck that. I'm never going back to that lie. Looking back now...I was a slave long before I ever had a chain around my neck. It doesn't matter that I'm gonna die a miserable death. Nothing's gonna change that. What matters is whether or not I die free."

This would be quite the intriguing concept to explore indeed though as you mentioned it would be a long work-in-progress for Nagito to open himself up again to believing in hope from this point.

Here's hoping that things don't end as tragically for him as they did Eren--though I suppose some argue that Eren did die "free" to an extent. Though really did he ever truly escape? I mean he died a Titan and there was really no way at all for him to be able to remotely have a normal happy life with how deeply involved he was with, well, everything. To that effect, at least Nagito in way has a shot of finding some sort of contentment in life. Yeah, he'll never be truly "free" from his luck the same as Eren will never be free of being a titan, but Nagito has time. As ironic as that may sound for someone with terminal illness, if there is a constant about Nagito's luck is that it does first and foremost ensure his survival (whether it's painful or not). Along with the fact that they really aren't any obligations or responsibilities he's tied (not in the way Eren had), Nagito is at least free to spend his recovery period well...recovering and allowing for introspection to happen. And, because of that, I do think at some point he'll be able to see some sort of reason to genuinely smile again and be happy despite his luck.

I don't think he necessarily needs to be hopeful for the future--because that could feel like you're setting yourself up for disappointment. Instead I think Nagito will do better simply allowing himself to find enjoyment and be happy in the present. He won't fool himself by claiming that everything in the future will be okay, but he won't let his bad luck continue to control him by sapping away all his happiness and making him an empty husk. After all, the freedom of feeling and expressing all the emotions he has, the good and the bad, isn't that really what he's striving for? I can't imagine a bigger "fuck you" to that chain of bad luck he was born with than living and enjoying life despite it.

He won't make plans but he'll enjoy the moments as they come.

#anonymous #danganronpa #komaeda nagito #a e i o queue

[sokai-asuki]

Goodbye World

(Clay found out he is not the only in Shibuya. Lance knows it and try to keep it a secret. Aaron knows, how? Don't ask—)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Enanan, lil' bro, I think we found your lost brother."

"Mizuki, shut the fuck up."

"Hey, don't say that to her!" Ena said as she smack Akito, "Mizuki, shut it!"

"Oi!"

"This is very a strange reunion I've seen so far..." Toya said.

Kanade agree with him, Kohane also agree but still stare at the scene before her, "Um, should we do something?"

"Normally, I would defend Aaron at any given moment but the guy with the gloves scare me." An said as she can't help but feel shiver down her spine.

"I think I get that now..." Haruka said.

"But um, should we do something?" Minori said.

"I don't want this place to mess up but, An is right..." Airi said.

"I don't really think, his that bad...."

"... Shizuku, he throw Lance away from his path..."

"But still–"

"Hm, Clay said something..." Suddenly Mafuyu's voice make everyone turn to the trio.

It just seems like normal, Clay looks like his scolding them, Lance looks like he doesn't care, Aaron seems so chill about it. Suddenly Lance open his mouth, he seems to say something that the kids couldn't hear.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"Should we know?"

"I swear, if something gonna happens in this cafe, all of you paid for the fined–"

——

"When did you get here, Aaron?"

"..." Aaron was quiet for awhile and sigh, "The time you turn to stone."

It was silent he received, he didn't need to see Clay's expression. He knows Clay was tense over that and seems to have taken back by that answer, but he let Aaron continue his explanation.

"After you turn to stone, I knew you wouldn't lying about me being a leader. Well, I never thought you choose me honestly. I thought Macy would be perfect leader, with how much she's agree with you and always think good of you even after you have turn to a brainwash rock monster." Aaron said, "I want to think that's a dream, me being a leader was a dream, an illusion of mine. Until I have to be responsible and make strategy for the group. I thought, "Hey, maybe Clay was right, maybe I can do this–" until you came back as the Grey Knight."

Aaron took a deep breath, "I think that's the last straw I don't want it to come true. I visited my Sekai to let myself rest after fight. And it took a toll of me that I didn't have any gut or feeling to tell everyone what happened... Until, one of the kids," he glance over at An, "She comfort me, telling me it's okay for me to grieve over someone that are precious to me. And it takes awhile to get over it if the circumstances is not up for it yet. Just like that moment, I can feel and see the kid's eyes, she also have grieve once, she did but she never had the chance to do it..."

"...Almost as if, she have to move forward quickly to properly grieve someone..." Clay finished Aaron's word.

"Yeah. And just by that, I finally able to take some time and properly processing and grieving over you. How the Clay I know it's not here but the Grey Knight are, and yet," Aaron let out a chuckle, "You and Grey Knight are not so different with anger. I know you held back so many anger, you just don't know how to express it..."

Clay was quiet after hearing that statement. It's true, he never shows his anger. He is annoyed, yes. But never anger. Clay glance at Lance, who look away from his friend's gaze. Clay sigh exasperatedly but affectionately. His friends have really been the only family he could count as his other than Merlok...

"So, how did you came here?" Clay asked.

"Oh, when I try to get back to Knighton, my phone seems to be a bit glitching. So I made every solution to those, hit the play button twice o thrice time." Aaron explain.

Clay paused for a moment at that explanation....

—

After Ena had left, it was only Clay alone. Clay look around the Sekai, and started to walk around. Just as he did, he halt his walk when he noticed a silhouette far in front of him–

Wait, that's KAITO— Shit?!

Clay quickly pulled out his phone and open the Untitled file, he open the song and quickly to press the play button. Unnoticed to him, he tap twice.

—

Oh... That explain so much...

"Mr. Moorington? You're okay?"

He glances over his right to see Kanade beside him. The kids seem to also go over to their respective male member.

He smile calmly at Kanade, "I am fine, Kanade–"

"You're sure about that?" Aaron said.

Quickly shut his mouth when Clay turn to him.

"Mizuki," Mizuki turn to Clay, who said his name, "What places are you going to take me to now?"

"Eh? But the reason we came here–" Mizuki was about to say something until they notice the sign Clay give, he knows how to get back to his world.

"O-oh, yeah! There's other places as well! Hahaha!" Mizuki said, as they hold onto Ena's arm, "C'mon guys! We're gonna show Clay around right?"

"Wait what? Mizuki, what are you–"

"C'mon! We have to continue our journey around!"

"Oi, Mizuki!"

Mizuki already drag Ena out of the WEEKEND GARAGE. Kanade, Mafuyu and Clay look at those two girls get out of the cafe. Clay sigh, look back at the two girls that still with him, "Let's go after them."

"Mmh."

"Alright."

Well, that was short answer. Clay turn back to Lance and Aaron, "Well, when we came back, training is in need, right?"

After he said that, all the N25 have got out of the cafe.

The groups that remaining in the cafe just processing what they have witnessed. Until An break the silence, "Aaron, your friend is scary."

"Haha, yeah, I know. As long as it not him without coffee... Believe me, you don't want to see him without his coffee..."

——

After the hangout end, Ena and Mizuki finally go back to their house. Clay going back to Kanade's house with Kanade and Mafuyu. Kanade said her housekeeper might come to her house but to her surprise, she see no shoes or any sign of her housekeeper.

Kanade was worry for a bit for this housekeeper of her until Mafuyu said she help with the chores of the house. Before Kanade could protest her friend's help, Clay also volunteer to help. There's no escaping Kanade, deal with it.

After they done the chores, they go back to Kanade's room and have a conversation about how to get Clay back home.

"So, you only need to go back to the Sekai and tap the Untitled song twice for you to go back?" Kanade said.

"Yes, it seems to be that way with how I get here and also my friends get here..." Clay said.

Kanade nodded in understanding and Mafuyu seems to have a thought.

"If you can get here, then can some of us get to your world then?" Mafuyu asked, genuinely curious.

That took Clay off guard and think if it's possible...

Then, the clock strike 1:00 a.m. ring. The Nightcord meeting is held. The girls have a discussion of the next song and also talk about other things, Clay is with them, so this is the first time he used the Nightcord with the girls.

Mizuki and Ena find out how Clay get here and how he can get back to his world. Mizuki suggested all of them go back to the Sekai and bid Clay their last goodbye on him for being here in Shibuya for like 24 hours.

All of them in Empty Sekai, they bid Clay a goodbye and also said he could come back later if he can. Clay said if he could and have time, just like always, he would do it when he have times...

Finally he tap the Untitled song twice, suddenly the bright yellow light surrounded him.

——

Clay open his eyes and look around, it's his room. It work.

Clay walk out from his room, go to the main room of the Fortrex.

He heard a lot of sound just as he get more closer to the door. Just before he could get in, the squirebots suddenly walk out of the main room in panic and fear. They keep saying help and there's a fire.

That gets Clay more concern about what happened while he was gone. Just as he was about to get in, what he saw just makes him wish he could stay in Shibuya for awhile.

"Rui! Let go of that robot!"

"Young man! I demand you to let go f the squirebot!"

"Rui... Is this really the impression you give when we're here..."

"Ah, it's alright lil fella, I just want to see what's behind that metal body of yours. Maybe I can improve something inside of you just like my other little fellas!"

"Help!"

"WONDERHOI!"

"Wonderhoi!"

"This is not "wonderhoi" or whatever that is! Leave that squirebot alone and don't think I forget what you said when you first look at Merlok's holographic!"

"Saki, please, pay attention to where are we right now..."

"Um... Guys.."

"Uh..."

"Rui! We're here to found out how to get back! Who knows what Emu's brothers are planning when they found out Emu's gone!"

"Don't worry Tsukasa! My brothers can handle everything just fine! I'm sure of it!"

"G-guys..."

"HELP!"

"Don't worry lil fella, just a check in and a bit of examination that's all!"

"Rui!"

"Tsukasa!"

"Emu!

"Clay?!"

Suddenly everyone turn to to him at the doorway after Merlok said his name. Clay look at the 8 teenagers in the main room, along with one squirebot, Merlok, Ava and Robin...

Clay give a smile, "Macy, Axl, where do you think you're going?"

He knows they're here, Macy and Axl who are in the hallway notice Clay and try to tiptoe away from the chaos only to halt as they know Clay knows they're here.

And just like that, you can here the pink hair girl yelp after seeing Clay's smile.

#lego nexo knights x hatsune miku colorful stage #lego nexo knights #hatsune miku colorful stage #clay moorington #lance richmond #aaron fox #nightcord at 25:00 #more more jump #vivid bad squad

[caemthe]

@ardenssolis said.º

"Do you ever wish for anything more, Conall? Surely being a gang boss must be dull when you care less about power and money." It was idle talk as he dressed if only to fill the relative quiet. Other gangs sought something from their workings. However, one could not quite tell what Dripping Red was interested in aside from seemingly random bouts of chaos and violence. He had a basic idea what the purpose actually was, but such wasn't his business.

The Dripping Red's boss stared at the ceiling, at the thousands of small mirrors that reflected his image, the bed, and the lover getting ready to leave the bed. It wasn't an uncommon sight for the man but it all felt different than usual when it came to Ramses. Conall always had the troublesome and dangerous need to convince them to stay a little longer. And while he often played it off as wanting to possess and ravage them for a little longer, the truth was that he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day just talking, drawing invisible paths on their skin, murmuring secrets to the space between their neck and shoulder.

How dangerous it was. Men like him should never lower their guard.

But he did, he dropped his guard and his response was almost immediate. "What else is there to wish for in this city?" His voice lacked the usual cockiness and bite that characterized the man. It lacked everything that made one human yet, right then, Conall looked far too human. Too real, too fatigued, too hopeless, too different from the gang boss who would tell his targets to sing a full song if they wished to live as he slowly applied pressure onto their head and crushed the bones of their skull until his boot touched the ground. That was the Conall that the world knew, feared, and wanted but, for a moment, he wasn't that Conall.

It was just a moment.

Quickly, before the Fixer could react, the gang boss sat up and grabbed their hand to make them lose balance and have no option but to sit on his lap. One hand rested their waist so they didn't try and slip away. A cheeky yet somewhat tired smile and crimson eyes met one that looked like melted gold. "Or is this your way of asking if I wish for something this city can't offer?" He let go of Ozymandias' hand and slowly slid his fingers over their arm as he talked, passing by their waist and traveling all the way to their shoulders and neck to hold their lovely face.

"Something actual friends and people who really do give a damn about you. Or maybe something more delusional like forming a family and waking up every morning next to someone who won't leave and doesn't want you to leave. To find love, to grow old, to feel like the protagonist of your own story, to enjoy life in a way that doesn't make sense to this city. Are you talking about something like that?" These were all things Night City couldn't offer no matter how much money and power you had. As realistic or idealistic as illusions could be, they were just that: illusions. They could never be the real thing.

He didn't wait for an answer nor was he looking for one. Instead, he simply pulled them into a hug and allowed gravity to make him fall on his back once again. He turned them around and let scarred hands wander over Ozymandias' body before holding their wrists above their head. "But, right now, I wish to keep the sun to myself for a little longer. Think you can indulge this selfishness of mine for a while longer, little sun?"

#ardenssolis #conall. º ( berserker. ) #ask. ° ( delivered. ) #au. º ( realta. ) #/ been a while since i showed this man's duality uwu

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

idk why but i thought of sam and fear play. i guess those yandere!sr headcanons and your dark!sam post are getting to me.

anyways, dark!sam x reader hcs?

— @staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

@staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

as the ceo of sam simps i formally apologise for taking so damn long on this ask lmao. i hope u can forgive me because this is so long and also i learned tumblr has a character limit whilst writing this which i did not know

tw: sam is a disgusting creep and a massive stalker in this, noncon/rape, assault, threats of murder, actual fucking murder, knife play, fear play, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, possessive behaviour, general scumbaggery, yandere!sam, dark!sam, afab reader, i think this one is WAY more fucked up than the other one and i am SO SORRY

the time you think you met sam for the first time and the actual first time he saw you are very different. it was in passing at your workplace, a shitty 24/7 chain convenience store that you always managed to have the night shifts for.

it was getting late, but you still had quite a few more hours before the next guy came in to take over, and with no customers you found yourself drifting off at the counter, slumping in your seat as you took a much needed nap.

thing is, you did have a customer. sam's just far too good at being silent, standing off in the corner as he tries to figure out which iced coffee he's going to buy.

he peers around the shelves, spotting you, peacefully drifting off, messy hair framing your pretty face. you are absolutely adorable.

since there's nobody else in the shop, he spends a good few minutes walking around to make it seem like he's browsing the goods, when in reality he's watching you intently, drinking in every single detail of the scene like he's a man dying of dehydration

here's the thing about dark/yandere!sam. sam knows what he's doing is incredibly fucking creepy and weird. he just doesn't care. boundaries are a myth to him, but at the same time he has no illusions about what he's doing. he enjoys the feeling of power it gives him, the way he could scare someone into isolation with just a few well timed encounters. he's a massive sadist.

sam, having figured out where the cameras are by now, stands in a spot where he knows that he wont be spotted as he begins to take photos of you, taking a short video of the way your chest rises and falls.

he leaves without buying anything. why would he disturb you when you so clearly need it?

when you wake up, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. which you are. you very much are.

sam starts to stalk you online. he finds out every single detail he can, your social media accounts, your previous places of employment, everywhere you've lived, everywhere you've ever attended school or university, the works. he creates an entire batch of dummy accounts with false identities to follow you on accounts and to drop seemingly innocuous comments to record your responses.

within a month, he knows more about you than you could've ever possibly imagined. and you still don't even know he exists.

another thing is that he's done this to others before. but they rarely ever get past this first stage because they stop being interesting to him. not you, though. you're not so lucky.

the stalking escalates soon after to real life. you never see him, not once, as he slowly begins to map out your entire routine and lifestyle by following you.

he takes lots and lots of photos, and every single one goes up on the walls of his spare room. it's getting hard to see the original paint, and he's started having to layer photos on top of each other in some places, which upsets him.

you're taking over his entire life. you're all he thinks about. you are everything he's ever wanted and ever needed.

it goes on like this for three months before he finally 'meets' you, and even then it's been set up entirely for his own benefit.

you've just gotten some takeaway from this one place you really like when it starts pouring outside. you groan, knowing that you've got to walk home and your umbrella mysteriously vanished from your workplace just a few days ago. (sam has it.)

like a guardian angel, sam appears. he's got a big enough umbrella for the two of you and just so happens to be going in the same direction as your house. how convenient! he offers to walk with you.

you're suspicious of him at first, because it's some stranger who's come out of nowhere, but he seems to legitimately be going in the same direction as you and you really don't want to get your food wet. you agree, but keep one hand on the pepper spray in your pocket the whole time.

you chat to him on the walk back and he seems... actually quite nice! somehow, you end up with his number, and the two of you start messaging.

slowly but surely, sam begins to worm his way into your life. he doesn't rush it- no, he knows that this is a process that takes time. you need to trust him, and he is willing to wait his whole life for you.

despite all of this, he doesn't introduce you to sr. yes, he is an incredibly patient man, but if he has to take... drastic measures, he doesn't want them asking about why you've gone missing.

don't worry, you wont be dead! you'll just be tied up somewhere super safe where nobody can ever hurt you :)

sam's got a big house in a remote area. he slowly renovates one of the rooms into a perfect place to hold you, just in case

after all, he's hoping he wont ever need it. if all goes well, you won't need an introductory period where you get used to your new life, you'll just be sleeping with him from the get-go

still, he is patient. he waits. he wants everything to be picture perfect.

one day, though, you manage to test his patience a bit too much.

you don't mean to. it's just that for the very first time in the two years you've known him, you've decided to go on a date. you tell sam about the guy you're seeing, not knowing that you've given him enough information to find him.

sam is patient, but sam does not like competition. it doesn't take him much to abduct and kill them in the small apartment he rented to pretend he lived in for when you came over (he was intending to pretend that he'd just purchased his big house later down the line to convince you to move in with him)

unbeknownst to him, you already trust him far more than he thinks.

you've made your way to his apartment to ask if you can spend the night with him watching shitty horror movies instead because you're not actually too comfortable with the date and you're regretting it, only to find him halfway through butchering the man, covered in blood.

you don't even get the chance to scream. he knocks you out then and there, lamenting about how all his well-laid plans have gone to waste.

when you wake up later, it's to pleasure. you moan slightly in your half-awake stupor, too tired to really realise what's going on. is this a wet dream? it feels good, gentle hands touching you just where you want them to be.

it's only when sam laughs softly that you wake up fully, panic overtaking you.

you're tied to a wooden chair, all of your clothes having been pulled off. sam's hands rest on your thighs as he buries his face in your crotch, kissing and licking you as you squirm. you've only just woken up, but you already feel so incredibly overstimulated, his every movement sending shocks through your body.

sam takes his time. he wants to savour every single part of you.

you dont know how long he spends inbetween your legs, his beard brushing up against your skin and making you shiver. you do know that by the time he's finally has his fill you've cum at least thrice, legs shaking uncontrollably.

when he does finish, he crawls up onto your lap, kissing you gently, running his hands through your hair as he grinds his hips slightly, bulge incredibly visible in his tight pants. he's still fully clothed.

you sob uncontrollably, begging him to stop. your crying only turns him on more, and he leans in to lick your tears off your cheeks, an action that stuns you into horrified silence.

he unzips his pants, pulling out his erect cock and letting it rest on your stomach so you can see just how much you turn him on. precum begins to slowly leak down onto your skin, and you whimper pathetically.

he pulls a knife from his pocket, and slowly begins to trail it across your skin.

you yelp, telling him that you'll do anything as long as he doesn't hurt you. he coos at you, leaving hickeys on your neck.

this knife isn't to ensure your compliance. it's because sam wants to watch you bleed.

gently, he begins to leave shallow cuts along your body. they wont scar (too bad), but they will sting and they will most certainly bleed. every time he starts to drag the blade across your body you can see how his dick twitches in excitement

he begins to move, cutting away the ropes binding your legs before lifting them up and gripping onto them tightly so that he has better access to you, positioning himself at your entrance

you dont get any warning when sam slips his cock inside of you, beginning to thrust into you. again, he wants to take his time and drag this out as long as he possibly can, but it's so hard when you feel so fucking good.

it's like a switch has flipped. he becomes aggressive, grabbing you by your hair to force you to lift your head and look at him as he holds the knife to your neck. his thrusts become rougher, making the wooden chair creak with the force he's exerting.

the knife is right above your jugular, ready to drain the blood from you in one swipe. you know he can do it, too. you've already seen him murder another human. what's one more?

"beg." he hisses into your ear, grip tightening on your hair. "beg for me to fuck you, you fucking whore, or i'll slit your throat right here." the knife pushes harder into your skin, breaking the very top layers of skin and allowing a tiny amount of blood to run down your neck. "beg for me. tell me you want it, baby. i know you want it. let me hear you scream, or i'll fucking make you."

you beg. you plead for him to fuck you harder, to keep going, to be as rough with you as he likes. he listens, grabbing your jaw and forcing him to kiss you before biting down onto your shoulders, grip so tight you feel like you're going to bruise

you can't stop the broken moans that spill out of you as he slams into you over and over again. he laughs. "you're so much tighter when you're scared, darling. it's so fucking good"

you shudder as he finishes inside of you, warmth flooding in. he pulls out, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his cum spilling out, bruises beginning to form on your body as cuts scab over

the switch flips again and he goes back to gentle and caring, brushing your hair from your eyes as he gazes at you with so much love in his eyes that it feels like it will burn you, slowly starting to take care of your superficial wounds

sam's so happy to have you, and you've got a very long time to learn to love him the way he loves you

#ngl i wanted to add some more but i thought i'd be crossing a few lines since it was very dark #smut headcanon #smut #sam x reader #broulder x reader #dark!sam x reader #dark!broulder x reader #yandere!sam #noncon warning #this one. yikes

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Do Rory and Jess ever get to take their road trip after senior year?

1

Quite the argument breaks out over Rory spending an entire weekend alone with her boyfriend in a "strange city," with her mother reluctantly taking her side while her grandparents try to forbid her from going.

"Rory is an adult now," Lorelai says. "If she wants to go away for a weekend with her boyfriend, she...can."

"I cannot believe you're allowing this," Emily marvels.

"I'm...allowing Rory to make her own choices. It's her life, and I trust her to be responsible."

"Of course Rory will be responsible," Richard adds. "It's that boyfriend who is untrustworthy."

"Jess doesn't make me do anything I don't want to do," Rory argues. "He's had a really hard year. A really hard year. He barely scraped by in school, Luke's been on him about his grades for months, there was the Dean incident, and then his dad showed up out of nowhere and then disappeared again. He needs a break, and frankly, after getting punched by my ex-boyfriend, so do I. So we're going, and I'll be back in time for one more Friday night dinner before Mom and I leave for Europe. And that's it."

The rest of dinner is awkward, to say the least.

*****

Lenny had probably been a little to generous with the graduation money, but that works for Rory. It means that they can split the cost of a nice hotel room for the night, and take the bus down to save money.

The hotel room itself is airy and there's one bed, and Rory has no illusions about what's going to happen this weekend. She sets her bag down on a chair and unzips it, digging in and finding what she's looking for.

"So - I brought -" She holds out a box of condoms awkwardly. "I didn't know what kind to get, but these seemed - fine."

Jess blinks rapidly before shaking out his head. "Rory-"

"I just wanted to be prepared."

"You bought an entire box. how many times do you think you're gonna get lucky this weekend?" he asks teasingly. "Are we gonna leave the room at all?"

"Jess."

He steps closer to her, kissing her softly. "I brought a few. But I appreciate that we seem to be on the same page about what might happen this weekend."

"Might?"

Jess shrugs. "It's not a requirement, Rory."

"I know. I just- want to. I want to."

He kisses her again. "Okay. Well, for now, let's go get a hot dog."

She smiles gratefully, before stowing the box back in her bag and following him out.

*****

They spend the day wandering the Village. They go back to the record shop from her first time visiting him in New York. They do get hot dogs, and hang out in the park, before the sun starts to go down, and they duck into the Gaslight to watch a the acts.

They stay late, and wind up at a late-night Chinese place, eating mushu pork and cold sesame noodles, and when they get back to the hotel, they can't stop laughing.

"Do you think the gargling Genghis Kan noticed that someone threw a coffee stirrer in his beard?" Rory asks.

"I think he did, actually," Jess tells her. "Did you catch the way the vein in his forehead was pulsing?"

"No! Uh, I'm sad I missed that!"

"Oh yeah. He knew."

Rory laughs, but it dies down as she looks around the dim hotel room and looks at the bed.

Jess takes a breath. "We just ate a bunch of garlicky Chinese food," he points out. "I don't know about you but...I'm ready to just get some sleep."

She nods quickly. "Yeah. That sounds- that sounds good. I'm gonna go brush my teeth."

He nods and starts getting ready for bed, and Rory watches for a moment, letting herself take in his bare back as he turns away from her to grab something to sleep in from his bag.

She bites her lip and grabs her pajamas and toothbrush before heading into the bathroom.

*****

She wakes up early the next morning, finding herself curled in against Jess with her head pillowed against the soft t-shirt he's wearing.

When she pulls him closer, he stirs and blinks down at her sleepily, giving her his crooked grin. "Hi."

She responds by kissing him.

Things get slow and hazy after that, and it feels...

Right.

To be here with him like this. Alone in their quiet little hotel room with the drapes pulled shut against the rising sun. It feels right.

After, she finds herself in his arms, breathing hard, clinging to him tightly, lightheaded from her orgasm, her eyes closed. His lips brush over hers softly and slowly, and she holds him tighter as she kisses him back.

*****

They shower after that, and she's never shared a shower with someone outside of gym class, but here she is, messing around with Jess's hair under the spray, giving him a stupid mohawk that makes them both laugh.

They get dressed and pack of their things, knowing they'll have to head for the bus station late in the day.

"So?" Jess asks quietly as they head out for more exploration. "Do you feel okay?"

Rory nods. "I do. I mean - I thought I would feel - I don't know. Different. More different than I do. But I just feel kind of sore."

Jess tries not to smirk and it gets him nudged.

"Shut up," she tells him.

"Yep. Okay. You wanna take a cab into Harlem? Be fancy?"

"Why, yes, I would love to be fancy."

*****

The bus ride home is uneventful. Rory naps against Jess's shoulder as he reads, and once they get to Hartford, they take his car back to Stars Hollow, and they sing badly to an old cassette tape they found in Harlem.

When he pulls up to her house, Rory leans over and kisses him, one arm wrapped around him and one cupping his jaw. "Goodnight, Jess."

He brushes his nose against hers. "Night, Rory. I'll call you tomorrow."

"You had better."

She grabs her things - her overnight bag and the bag of vinyl albums she bought - including the re-found copy of that signed Go-Go's album for her mother - and slips out of the car, heading into the house.

#fic #au #Gilmore Girls #Literati #Rory Gilmore #Jess Mariano #Jess x Rory

[eliaskahtri]

Sc(bear)e Time || Nora & Elias

TIMING: Night of June 10th LOCATION: Five Tides Inn PARTIES: @eliaskahtri and @honeysmokedham SUMMARY: Nora goes to visit her Least Favorite Person for a snack. It doesn't go the way she wanted it to. CONTENT WARNINGS: Depression and Suicidal Ideation

Elias had been unnerved since interacting with the strange ham person online. They had even posted a picture of himself, looking for him. When he thought blocking them would be the end, he nearly screamed when he saw the message from a second account in his inbox. He had let it sift to the back of his mind for a while while he got through his shift at work. Still, it lingered. He had never really gotten into any drama, and he didn’t know what he had done at this point, but he knew this girl was threatening him, and no one was taking it seriously. 

Getting back to Five Tides Inn to pick up the last of his things, he still had the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind, like a quiet buzzing that was enough to keep them thinking about it but not draw their full attention. He had never been threatened on the internet before, and he had never had it be from someone that could potentially find him since they all lived in the same town. Pulling out his key card, he opened the door and immediately froze when he opened it, realizing someone had been in his room, things were thrown around, and an empty takeout container was on the bed. No, this couldn’t be, could it?

The door swung to a close behind Elias, Nora blocking him from his only exit. "Fancy meeting you here." It wasn't fancy. Nora has stalked the man from his job to his hotel, waited for him to leave again then let herself in. He didn't have much in terms of things to go through. She had noted the dumb teddy bear she'd thrown to the side during her search of his belongings. Even worse was his choice of leftovers. Nora had eaten them because she wasn't picky, but the dude needed to start making better choices. 

Nora reached into her pockets pulling out the two knives. Vampire, a long blade the handle made from human bone given to her by a vampire, and Slayer, a well loved bowie whose wooden handle was faded with use and wear but still had an impeccable sharpness, given to her by a slayer. Nora had killed someone with Vampire already and knew that slayer had seen a full life with Emilio. Raising her knives up she took one step forward. "I hope you enjoyed your final day."

Immediately upon seeing Nora, Elias dropped his keys, hands unable to work right as he went through a whole-body panic. Upon seeing the knives, his hands began to tremble slightly. “Honeysmokedham,” he spoke in a quiet voice, eyes wide with fear as he kept his gaze trained on the knives. “Listen, this is a little… extreme of a response, don’t you think?” He then spoke, raising his hands in the air in surrender, backing up slowly away from the girl. 

Then, she threatened him. Well and truly threatened him. He quickly fumbled for his phone, making quick work to press the power button several times in order to call emergency services, keeping the phone behind his back in hopes she wouldn’t catch on. “You need to leave,” he then said sternly, forcing the fear and panic to take to the back burner, he needed to keep himself alive, and being afraid wasn’t going to help him in that moment.

Nora had scoured this man’s blog. Finding his name. Finding his place of work. Enabling her to stalk him effectively. Her reward was swift. A meal drifted to her, the scent of sandalwood and that familiar unknown scent. She’d never smelled it outside of people’s fear scent’s before, but it held a daunting deepness. Something isolating. Something singular. One day she would figure out the scent, she just needed to track it down. Elias was telling her she needed to leave. Nora’s face was practiced in non-responding, she took another step forward.

Behind Elias an illusion flickered. Nora’s voice drifted out of the illusioned clone. “Why, Elias?” Another illusion popped up to his left. “Yeah, why?” A final illusion appeared on his right. “Didn’t you want a roommate Elias?” In each of her clone’s hands she clutches two knifes. That was eight knifes! Too bad she never figured out how to make her illusions tangible. 

Great, now Elias was so scared he was hallucinating. There were too many of the ham girl, and he squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears, shaking his head. There was no way this was happening. He just needed to calm down. Two seconds in, four seconds out through the mouth. Two seconds in, four seconds out. It wasn’t working. Instead, he kept hearing the ham girl keep saying his name. 

Eight knives?! He popped his eyes open to see all of the same girl, all holding two knives each. He looked around, realizing that in his insanity, maybe this was all real. No, there wasn’t… none of this was real. It couldn’t be. He just had to lie down or something. So, in his hallucinating state, he slowly made his way over to the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling in shock and horror. “No. This isn’t happening,” he stated aloud to himself, trying to ignore the ham girl completely. “Go away!” He then exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut again. Maybe if he fell asleep when he woke up, it would all be over, he thought to himself, as if he could ever fall asleep under all that panic.

For as long as Nora could remember, she’d been scaring people. It was an integral part of who she was. Fear coursed through her veins, driving her every action and thought. In the twenty years of experience she’d seen many reactions to fear. People running away. People squaring up. People freezing. What Nora had never seen was someone getting into bed. Nora let the illusions drop away form her as she watched the fully grown adult man, tell her to go away, get into bed and squeeze his eyes shut. 

Nora stepped forward. One step after another. Eventually she was leaning over Elias. Fear was still coursing through him. Surely he didn’t believe this was a bad dream? He was still scared. Nora reached forward, poking him in the cheek none too gently. “Boo.” She whispered with the action. Maybe this would kick him into gear. Maybe it would make him do anything. Nora was begging for him to do something interesting. She had gone through all the trouble of tracking him down, breaking in, and setting up a beautiful scare for him. The least he could do was pee his pants or something. 

As futile as it was, he was hoping if he lay still for long enough, Nora would lose interest and leave. He couldn’t help but think that if he did that, he would get stabbed. So, he opened his eyes and stared at the girl with a nervous expression. He had to be hallucinating the extra of her, could fear do that to a person? He’s sure it was possible. He was too afraid to move, as if any sudden movement would get him into trouble. “What. Do you want from me?” He asked through gritted teeth, hands clenched in front of his face. 

Whatever she wanted from him, he wasn’t giving it to her; that was clear. He realized how ridiculous it was, a fully grown man afraid of a girl who looked no older than a child. Scrambling out of the bed, he stood on the opposite side of her, hands raised in front of him. “Can we just put the knives down and talk?” He then asked, taking a step back towards the wall. The last thing he wanted was for her to get behind him and do something.

He must have decided this wasn’t a dream. He was back up and scrambling around. He was funny in a very sad and very pitiful way. If Nora was capable of feeling back for her fear victims, she might have been. Instead she longed to take it to the next level. “I want you to scream so loud that your little neighbors think you’re being brutally murdered.” Nora told him. Her monotone voice remained devoid of all emotion. As if all of this meant nothing to her. As if this wasn’t the funniest thing she’d done in a long time. 

“Put down the knives?” Nora was taking a step closer. “We can talk with them out.” Nora was close enough that she could point one at him and almost touch his throat with it. Almost. She liked to scare with fright house rules. No touching. “Get to talking.” 

Elias swallowed loudly as she demanded he scream. The problem with that was he was when he was threatened, he found that he had a knack for shutting down completely and letting the entire thing happen to him. He found it easier that way to let it happen and deal with its effects after it was over. That didn’t seem to be allowed in this case. As Nora suddenly brought the knife closer to his throat, he flinched. 

“My way of dealing with people bullying me online is to get to the root of the situation and press them back.” Elias began with his arms up in the air in surrender. “I realize that was wrong, as it hurt you, and I’m sorry that I did that.” He concluded, squeezing his eyes shut, waiting for the knife to come. “But I don’t think you’re a bad person. From what I’ve seen online, you’re incredibly clever and know how to get information, and that’s a very impressive quality to have.” He rambled on, hoping that if he was going to die, at least he’d die doing what he did best, and that was talking.

The man’s fear was still thick and heavy, even as he tried to talk away the situation. And he was talking. Why was he complimenting her? Nora didn’t care what this sad pathetic man thought about her. The only thing she cared about was giving him an experience so traumatizing that he would need therapy for the rest of his life. Because that would be funny. Nora threw one of the knives at him. Obviously she wasn’t trying to kill him, you can’t attend life long therapy if you’re dead. It thudded against the wall next to his head. “Shut up.” Nora added. 

Nora stepped forward closing the distance between them. Her second knife pressing close to his chest. Nora would have liked to press it against his neck, like in all those badass movies. Nora was also aware that she was way too short to do that effectively and look cool. Nora was careful to make sure the knife never actually touched him. “Final warning, scream now or die.” 

There was a small voice that came into Elias’s head then, quiet and unassuming. This is what you want, isn’t it? It had said. And it was right. There was a reason he had moved out to Wicked’s Rest. It was because his life was meaningless. And here he was, faced with death. Instead of fighting it, there he was, accepting it. He had been depressed for so long that he had completely uprooted his life to try again. What if trying again wouldn’t work? 

“Then get it over with.” He finally said, opening his eyes and staring the girl in the eyes. “Do it. Get it over with.” He demanded. He felt his fear dissipate at that moment. She was all talk. She wasn’t going to kill him as badly as he wanted it to happen. “Do it!” He then shouted, turning angry.

Great. For all his big talk Nora had gotten one that was suicidal. Someone who wanted her to stab him. Fuck this. Nora summoned a new illusion. This one wrapped Nora in nothing, making it look like she’d disappeared. This was a harder illusion to keep up, because it required shifting of the environment around her to make it look like she was disappearing. A sound illusion accompanied it. It filled the room with laughter. 

It was a manical laughter, taking from the sound track of some horror movie Nora had seen as a kid. She didn’t remember the name of it, all she remembered was the mocking tones of the film. They added a few words as they laughed, “You can’t even tell what’s real or fake anymore? You’re too busy making up your own scary scenarios in your own little hotel room to cry to.” Nora didn’t want to stab a man she was trying to torment. You don’t get food easy food sources by killing the easy to scare ones. She just wanted to scare him. Nora retrieved her knife from the wall and started walking towards the exit. Maybe she can at least make him think he made it up himself. God. He really knew how to make this unfun. Lame. 

As soon as Nora had disappeared, Elias stood there, numb. He wanted to be scared. He should be scared. All of this had to be a bad dream, summoned to remind him of all the things that taunted him during the waking hours. Then, the laughter started. He wanted to crawl back into the bed. His heartbeat picked up, the panic starting to rise to the surface. A hysterical laughter broke from his lips, falling to the ground and staring into the nothing where the girl had once stood. Maybe he was finally going crazy. The things he stamped down inside finally forced themselves to the surface in some sort of psychotic break. 

The voices kept talking, they kept tormenting him. Was this finally it? Had he finally lost his mind? The fear rose in him until it bubbled over, and he began to blubber to himself, tears shining in his eyes and threatening to fall. Everything he had ran away from was coming back to torment him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “Make it stop.” He whispered to himself, rocking back and forth as he covered his ears with his hands, desperate to make the voices cease. Nora made it stop the moment she exited the apartment of the crying man. She had never met a lamer dude in her life. Was he even good for a good scare? Nora had expected this scare to be fun. A nice little treat in the torment of her own current personal life. Instead all she got was a sad sad man who offered nothing except wanting to be sad. Nora slammed the door behind her, letting the illusions all drop as she walked away. In the distance she could hear sirens on their way to this location. Nora wondered where they were headed as she made her way back to the crypt. She’d try scaring Elias another day. Maybe he’d be more fun.

#sc(bear)e Time #threads #honeysmokedham #t;honeysmokedham

[amewinterswriting]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by @authoralexharvey

Tagging @red-pen-ally and @btranwrites and a big old open tag for literally everyone who wants to do this! (Even you. Especially you. You reading these words right now.) Your words are: illusion, flower, music and hide.

Response under read more to save everyone's dash:

Bubble

(From Magic's Servant. Talli - an ordinary welsh teenager - has been tasked by the immortal and intimidating Morgana to investigate strange, potentially magic-induced, events at Llyn Llech Owain. Cerberus - an articulate cat who has been serving Morgana's whims reluctantly for many centuries - is tasked with looking after her and making sure she does the job.)

Despite the overcast sky, the lake looked beautiful, it's water ruffled by the winds, surrounded by paths that led into forests on all sides.

“Great day for it,” Talli remarked, shivering beneath her jacket.

Cerberus shot her the look of pure misery that only a soaked cat can truly produce. Only Owain seemed unaffected by both the cold and the water.

“Nothing looks out of the ordinary,” Cerberus said. “I can't sense any trace of magic, or excess souls…looks like this has been a wasted journey.”

Talli nodded, her teeth chattering despite her clenched mouth. “What do we do now? I can't really see her being happy with saying that there's nothing here.”

“I don't know,” Cerberus said slowly. “We can't turn back yet, but looking aimlessly doesn't help us, either.”

“Have you looked at the water?” Owain muttered.

Talli followed his gaze. The lake did not look unusual, just darkened by the overcast skies and whipped up slightly by the wind. Then she noticed large bubbles of air breaking on the surface. Every second, a slow slurping pop breaking the silence.

“The bubbles?”

A frown creased Owain’s brow. The deep lines made him look suddenly far more weary, and Talli increased her estimate of his age by another century or so. He certainly seemed ancient by her estimation.

“It indicates that there is something very big breathing down there.”

“So the lake has some big fish in it, so what?”

“Not some. One.”

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Spout

(I have nothing for spout. But I do know that the spout of a teapot is integral to creating the perfect pour on a cup of tea, and no one likes a drippy spout.)

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Lie

(A sidestory to Magic's Servant. Chloe - a Venetian cafe owner - has a couple of unusual customers one day - Amato and Desidero. Desidero claims to remember her from school and invites her to their bar - the Bella Muerte - for a catch up. But something doesn't seem quite right...)

It was only when she got home that she thought to look up a bit more information about the Bella Muerte. All the Internet could tell her that it was a ‘energetic, sensual experience, seamlessly mixing 1600s Venetian architecture with the sleek modern world’ and that the building was built in 1563.

Chloe decided to phone Anna. While they were not as close as they used to be, especially since Anna’s move down to southern Italy, they were still friends, and right now, Chloe needed a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Chloe.”

“Chlo! How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Yeah, I ran into someone from school today. You remember Desidero, right?”

“Uh…no, not really. Not at all, actually…”

“You sure? He was quiet. Always reading something or other. Didn’t really get along with us.”

“Chlo? There was no one called Desidero in our class. I knew everyone – well, it was such a small class, you remember… Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I must have been thinking about university.”

A nice reassuring lie for Anna. But Chloe knew it had to have been from school. Desidero had said he remembered Anna.

“Hey, no problem. Sometimes the time just blurs together! Anyway, I’ve got to go – I’m in the middle of some family stuff. But it was great to hear from you again! We should meet up sometime!”

“Yeah, we should,” Chloe lied, knowing that she would be too busy with the café to visit Anna, and Anna would be too busy with her family and work to come up to Venice.

Chloe said farewell and hung up, staring listlessly out the darkened window. Something was not right. As she grabbed her coat and keys, Chloe decided she was going to find out what.

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String

(Same side story of Magic's Servant, some time later...)

Amato watched quietly from the shade of a tree, as a crow flew into the little sun drenched courtyard and deposited a few glass beads on a length of string in front of a young girl. The child could not have been older than six, though she seemed well behaved for her age, quietly waiting for her parents to finish whatever boring adult conversation they had struck up a few yards away.

"Thank you, crow-friend!"

The child moved carefully, as not to startle the wild creature. With slow and gentle patience, she extended her hand, eventually reaching the sleek black feathers with a soft stroke.

The crow accepted this attention patiently, then flew off as the parents of the girl came over to admonish the girl for playing with wild animals.

The girl did not protest, but quietly pocketed the beads while her parents were distracted.

Amato raised an eyebrow at the crow landing in the tree, just above him. While he was very aware of how smart corvids could be, he suspected this particular one was acting with a more human intelligence than most.

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your oc is so fucking cool! divorced to minaman i'm guessing? i LOVE the noise form, that'sso clever! the idea of having a tiny lizzer that he has to hide in a big illusion, that's such a clever + fun idea. also, gecko is a cute asf noise form. the fighting using sigils is SO cool btw, i've done a lot with the idea of sigils myself but the whole concept of tearing out pages to fight is awesome. i love her flaws a lot too btw, most people end up not having ocs with enough flaws

also based as fuck being a union leader. the R.E.A.P.E.R. acronym made me laugh out loud, but man, unions are so underrated. good for them!

i would read stuff about him. also her design is cute! i love the implication that they were strangled to death (?) or are those just tattoos/? i wish that the twewy designs had implication sof how they died somehwere on them

do you actually want a lore dump about my oc? i will gladly give it if you want it, just meant that i don't want to sit here going "and now i will infodump about a topic that isn't actually wanted" (no harm if you don't want to btw) otherwise i will send another ask with the oc info! not gonna lie i don't do much with my ocs but i basically turned several canonical characters into ocs with how much i expanded on them lol. but i do have an oc that i can tell you about :)! i just spend more time expanding on the canon characters LOL

Aw jeez ;-; you're too kind!!

Um. Yeah. Minaman divorce 😔 Long story short, they're childhood friends who had a difficult falling out at the end of high school and reunited in the Reaper's Game. Sho is just as vicious and self-centered as he is in canon, and Fable's swept along in his undertow, blaming himself for Sho's actions and feeling a sense of responsibility, as his oldest friend, to put a stop to him. Sho takes this "betrayal" bitterly. He doesn't understand why Fable can't trust him to make things right again, once he's Composer, and everything that's wrong, he can fix. He just needs her to stay out of his way. He will make her if he has to.

I totally agree with you that'd it be cool if twewy designs implied how some characters died! But actually, Fable received their neck scars after they died :)))

Anyways I'm really glad you like the Noise form and the sigil fighting!! The Noise form is kinda close to Megumi's but I'm attached to itty bitty lizard...everyone else got these cool big cat forms and even Higashizawa's sheep Noise form is intimidating, then you've got this little gecko thing that can fit in the palm of your hand. Made to be held gently. Like hotdog.

And yeah I don't think anyone in the Reaper's Game is a very uh. Functioning individual (except maybe Kariya idk) so it's fun to come up with a character's fatal flaws! Fable is a self-depricating doormat who blames themself for things far beyond their control and clings to strict rules of reason to make sense of an unreasonable world and it pairs really well (or really poorly depending on how you see it) with Mina's unpredictable, domineering personally, especially in NEO once they've grown a bit and Mina has to deal with someone who, even in their best of days, really enabled him and let him get away with anything finally put their foot down and tell him to stop being such an insufferable jackass. Wrangling Support Reapers for three years will do that to a person. They're a funny crowd.

Anyways (again) I would totally love to hear about your oc! I haven't seen too many twewy ocs before and I think it's a series that's ripe for making original characters, so I'm really curious to see the kinds of things that other people have come up with :]

#they are sooo terrible and so funny they try to kill each other at least once in every game #i love fables character arc being them going from moping over mina to being like #'wow you are actually so fucked. change or die' #and then he chooses to die <3 #(btw this is more of a qpr/best friends situation but i think id also be funny if they eloped or something #just so that they can be actually unironically divorced at the age of like. 21) #(minamimoto voice) My ex wife still misses me....BUT HER AIM IS GETTING BETTER!!!! #but uh yeah your oc! HAND EM OVER #im def interested in seeing them!! #asks