#I can't believe they all did the *limp wrist*

[matchamiko]

#9 - aizawa - fluffy +18 👉👈 no rush at all and sry if 9 was taken aa

˚₊ ⊹ 9. Bleary morning kisses, even while still half-asleep + Aizawa Shouta

˚₊ ⊹ Warnings: somnophilia (past consent given but dubcon just in case I guess, it’s only for like two paragraphs), oral f - receiving, pro-hero Aizawa, built like a house Aizawa, size kink.

You're a vision to him, always have and always will be. Especially when you're like this, curled up under the white sheets surrounded by numerous soft toys and pillows shaped like petals and flowers and all sorts cute. A shoulder teases him, curved in the sunrise of a grey sky, not quite shining but not quite as dull as predicted, rising and falling with the quiet snores he can hear from your chest. Aizawa is a little saddened to have ever missed sleeping next to you, hearing your heavy breaths and feeling you fold in on yourself in the strange, contortionist way you prefer. He used to be offended that you didn't often cuddle, believing it to be a key factor in a healthy, successful relationship but he found that he's just as, if not more content just to know you're in his bed and snoozing soundly next to him.

You twitch when he sits up, sheet falling to his waist and he feels a little sticky from the hot night, and maybe from not moving much, the welts on his arms and sides a testament to that. Aizawa knows you're a light sleeper during the night, always waking up when he starts to get ready for patrol or when he returns, even dragging your blankets to the living room to doze on the couch while he marks assignments by the light of his laptop. But in the mornings when it's chilly and prickly and oh so fresh; you're harder to wake than the dead.

Aizawa thinks it's cute really, reaching beneath the sheet to untangle your hands from where they're pressed tightly into your chest. He knows it's bad for you, and so do you but it's comfortable and stable for you, like a weight on your chest to help you through the night. He knows it's bad, but he can't help but raise your arm to his nose and inhale the spot on the inside of your wrist, where your scent is the strongest and the muskiest from where it's been enclosed and baking all throughout the night beside your heart. Eyes close blearily, fluttering when his tongue darts out to taste you, the shining trail drying as Aizawa reaches the crook of your elbow. He's barely awake, grunting with the creaks in his back and the stiffness of his neck, chapped lips tracing the greenish veins up over your bicep to your shoulder, that sweet, sweet skin giving way so softly for him.

You sigh in your sleep, adjusting a little but falling against him harder, allowing him to loop your limp arm around his neck so he can dive nose first into your neck. Your hairline is a little damp, and Aizawa stifles a chesty groan when he kisses there, down the giving muscle of your throat. He's sloppy, a little careless of your sleeping form and your arm drops from his neck as he pulls the stretchy fabric of your vest down your sternum,

"Uhhn - " you grumble with a start, eyes opening one at a time and then remaining closed with the feel of a heavy body over yours. It's overwhelming in a way, waking up to your partner looming over your body like a lion consuming his prey, tits out to the chilly air and itchy with the scratch of his stubble. One eye opens. Aizawa stares up at you through the mess of his hair, eyes dark and sleepy, body fluid with yours as you roll on to your back and stretch,

"'m all sticky this morning," you complain with a crackly voice, legs peeling apart grossly. Aizawa huffs against your chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other struggling to behave itself,

"Heh, bet y'are," he hears you grumble in response, reaching out to scratch the top of his head affectionately and Aizawa suddenly decides against delving into your underwear in favour of heaving himself up over you, "Hullo, did you sleep okay? You slept through all night for once, well done,"

You swallow and heat up at his praise, however gruff and somewhat hard it comes out of him. His hair shields you from the rising sun and the sound of people beginning their commute to work and you reach to brush a little dust from his eye, chin jerking upwards with an invitation.

"Mhm," you don't trust your voice much in the mornings, especially when Aizawa is so close to you with sleep in his face and hardness between his legs. He obliges to your request, barely kissing you but it's sweet and it's needed and it's honestly beautiful. Dipping low, arms folding and bulging, head cocking to one side and then the other with every sticky kiss he gives you. His chest presses against yours, hair bristly but soft at your insistence in the showers every night, shoulders practically singing at his movements, and you sigh. You sigh into his mouth with a smile. You sigh when his rough fingers stretch into your underwear, sticky and pearly. You sigh louder when he grunts at the immense effort it takes to move his broad body down between your legs, those singing shoulders mean and bullying the supple skin of your thighs over them. Your sigh turns to a croaky, open mouthed gasp when his tongue parts the folds of your cunt, hot from sleep and boasting a scent that has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Dipping and licking with little slurps, barely touching you but overwhelming you with the stretch of his tongue and the sweet suction of his lips,

"S'early still," he mumbles, kissing your clit with a lazy smack and looking up at you with an even lazier smile at your reclined and positively angelic form, "M'gonna take my time sweetness,"

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#I was listening to the chainsaw man soundtrack when I did this somehow #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #Aizawa smut #Aizawa Shouta smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha smut #miko.prompt challenge #miko.chats #miko.muses

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Trying to start a giant-ass meta on why I ship Mycroft/Albert and what there is to see of it and right off the bat I'm like...I want people to look at every single panel of their interactions.

No, it's not Sherliam levels. And BIG OLD DISCLAIMER: very little of what I'm going to present here is like "We were clearly intended to read it this way." I'll always argue that Sherliam is meant to be romantic: it hits so many well-established notes and tropes it's almost impossible to think otherwise. MycAl is a bit different. I do think it's definitely like...we're welcome and even invited to see it. But a LOT of my shipping it comes from the way I personally read and interpret things. So this is about explaining what I'm seeing that makes me ship it, rather than trying to be like "This is canon and you should agree with me." Anyway, for reference, I'll be using the official translation as far as it goes and then swapping to teawaffles' wonderful translation for the rest!

So...like right off the bat throughout the entirety of their Chapter 4 interactions their body language and expressions and ways of talking are so flirty? (Also, I still find it funny that in the manga Mycroft is introduced before Sherlock and thus Mycal is introduced before Sherliam. Older bros first lol.)

Maybe it's just that 2 decades on the internet have skewed me towards reading suggestiveness into everything, but the way Mycroft addresses Albert feels so flirtatious even if he's literally just being normal. "And what would an Indian Army official such as yourself want from an intelligence official such as myself this late in the evening?" Like...am I crazy? Does that not kinda sound like a porn intro? 😂 (This could also be Sherliam Side-effects. The way they call each other Professor and Detective in That One Scene is like...almost undeniably foreplay. Now every time anyone calls each other by title/profession/rank is this series I assume they're hitting on each other.)

But also Albert is just so...handsy throughout that scene. He's touching Mycroft's knickknacks, and just sort of limp-wristing all over the place. And I mean, I think that's just one of Albert's public-facing personas (customer service peeps, you know what's up) but it definitely lends itself to the existence of Vibes.

Anyway, there's this parallel of "You have my attention. What do you want?" that I think is kinda neat. (But look how comparatively sad Mycroft looks in the second version!!!)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 23:

Btw, in Scandal in the British Empire...why does Mycroft introduce himself to the Queen? Never mind, not why we're here. Again, my weird innuendo sensors perk up in Chapter 17 at "I did not drag you out of bed this early for nothing." Maybe it's because my perception of Victorian niceties, whether it's factual or not, is that there was this sense of avoiding talk of physical realities. We don't speak of pregnancy, we speak of "her condition" and "confinement." We don't "go to bed," we "retire." And so on. So conversely, it feels almost suggestive to even acknowledge that someone was in bed. In whatever state of undress the might imply. *Kellen Goff Sasaki voice:* OOOH how sCanDaLOus. (Mind you I DON'T believe there is anything of authorial intent in this, again, just trying to explain the factors that make me read things a certain way.)

The little mind games: Albert immediately recognizing that he's being tested, and Mycroft well aware that something is off, that he and Albert are using each other to their own ends. All juicy ship ingredients.

Then there's this...I can't articulate why it's important. But it is. Something about mouths and thoughts. If I wasn't terribly lazy, I'd go digging for examples in various manga series and I have a pretty firm suspicion that I could prove that, often, Mouth-Focus Thinking Panel + Name = Ship.

Jumping forward to the start of The Riot in New Scotland Yard (Chapter 29), Mycroft's demeanour has really changed. During the meeting at the British Museum he's radiating "I'm not angry I'm just disappointed" energy. He's tense, he's not sure if the Moriartys are enemies and when he understands their plan he seems understandably sad about it even as he accepts it. But now, he's radiating an almost Sherlock-like excitement. He's just gotten to see a miniature version of The Plan in action during the Jack the Ripper case, and it worked. He says he's just visiting Albert as an acquaintance (read: friend in Mycroftian), and that's what it feels like. They're chummy. It's cute. Also Albert teasing Mycroft over his squabbles with Sherlock when he leaves? When did Albert find out about that, hmm? (I mean, could be spying of course. But I like to think it just suggests they've talked more than we've seen.)

Annnnnd....cutting this part off here because I'm bored of it for now and it's long. I'll do the rest when the mood strikes. 😂

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mycal #alcroft #meta or something #been a while since i've done one of these 'not meta so much as just a disorganized stream of consciousness' long-posts lol

[smolmakerel]

Sam knew it was a mistake to stay in New York after what went down last year. Everywhere any of them went, they were harrassed and mocked for views on the internet. Especially Sam.

Even Tara wasn't immune to Sam's cult-like r/Stab subreddit fans, with them believing Tara was secretly masterminding the 2022 killings or she was secretly Roman Bridger's child or whatever wild assumption they wanted to make.

Now another Ghostface pair was chasing after them. Both of them being Amber's parents. Motive? They believed Tara masterminded Woodsboro and wanted revenge for killing their baby girl.

A load of bullshit, if you ask Sam.

Sam may not have liked her when Amber first started hanging around Tara, but she was still a good kid. A little odd, but definitely not a Ghostface worshipper. At least, not until the Freeman family made the impromptu decision to purchase the old Macher house.

And what a great move that was, Sam bitterly thought to herself as she hid behind a barrel on the dock.

She peeked out from behind her cover in search of two Ghostfaces. The dock was lit up in a soft orange glow, which would make the stalking of the Freemans obvious, but Sam saw nothing interesting.

There's a short scream followed by a splash. Sam's heart leapt into her throat.

"Stupid bitch! She bit my fingers off!"

Sam adjusted her bloody grip on her knife. Footsteps thudded closer to her hiding spot.

"Yeah, and she got her karma for it! But we needed her to lure out that Loomis bitch -"

Sam moved quickly and wrapped her hand around Mrs. Freeman's neck. "I would say it's nice to see you again, but it's really not."

Mrs. Freeman froze as Sam's knife touched the middle of her spine. She smiled nervously.

"Sam -"

"What did he do to my sister?" Sam demanded to know. She shook her head. "Damn it, I don't have time for this!"

Sam thrusted the knife into the woman's back. Ignoring the woman's screeches, she dug higher and higher, deeper the knife went until Mrs. Freeman began to gurgle and go limp. Blood dribbled from her parted lips and then splattered on the dock when she fell, Sam's knife not holding her up anymore.

Sam swiped the blood from the knife. But before she could turn around, something caught her attention in the water.

Tara's inhaler floating on the water's surface.

"No!" Sam screamed.

"Yes!" Mr. Freeman appeared from the shadows, grin wickedly wide and knife raised above his head.

Sam gasped when the knife cut into her arm and backed away, dropping her knife at the pain. Her eyes stare at the rippling water where Tara was fighting for her life.

She can't swim.

A fog clouded over Sam's already dark eyes and made them black with hatred. An inhuman growl erupted from her throat.

"You son of a bitch."

Mr. Freeman scowled. "You killed my precious wife, and your slut sister killed my precious daughter! How does it feel to lose someone so close to you?!"

Mr. Freeman raised his knife and slashed again, but Sam caught him by surprise. She grabbed his arm and halted it from coming near her. Her head raised.

"I wouldn't know," Sam hissed.

Crack went Mr. Freeman's wrist. The man cried out and tried to back away from Sam who was stalking forward slowly.

"Ge-Get away from me! I-It was just a joke - a prank! Like Amber did!" Mr. Freeman swallowed as a line of sweat dropped down his brow. He continued to back up while placating Sam. "You don't have to kill me at all!"

Sam grabbed the knife Mr. Freeman dropped. She examined the dark red dripping from the blade and down the handle. There was too much for all of it to be hers. Some of it might be Mr. Freeman's who's missing half the fingers on his left hand, but she wasn't thinking about his wounds right now.

Tara. Her blood. Her sister. Drowning.

Sam didn't know what she did to Mr. Freeman. She blinked and he was gone, but her arms were stained red as well as the wood below her feet.

Sam came back to herself and dropped the knife. Without any other distractions, she jumped into the inky black ocean.

She was blind in nature, desperately waving her hands around under the water to grab onto something, anything that could be her sister.

She had to come up for a deep breath on the first dive.

Diving down again, Sam was starting to lose hope. She couldn't lose her baby sister, not after everything that's happened between them. Not after being reunited for only two years.

Then her hand brushed something. Sam grabbed and pulled whatever it was to the surface.

She gasped and coughed out freezing cold water and began swimming back to the dock.

"C-Come on, T-Tara." Sam's teeth chatter from the extreme cold of the Atlantic seeping deep into her bones. "You're g-going to be o-ok. Sta-Stay with me, mi vida¹."

It took all of Sam's strength to haul Tara's limp, freezing body out of the water and onto the dock. From there, Sam pulled herself up and checked on her sister.

Tara was lying there, wet and cold and not breathing.

Sam muttered every curse she knew under her breath. She knelt by Tara's side and hovered her hands over Tara's chest.

Those very same hands that butchered Mr. Freeman.

Sam nearly faltered. What if she accidentally killed her sister by trying to bring her back to life? Her hands would snap her ribcage which would puncture her lungs and heart.

She could kill her sister.

But she couldn't wait any longer. Gale was taking too long to show up.

So, with a silent prayer, Sam began to give Tara CPR.

Tara's body jerked at each chest compression and fell still when her nose was plugged and air was forced into her mouth. Her lips were tinged blue and were icy.

"Por favor. ¡Por favor, Tara, respira!²" Sam begged.

She was running out of time. If she couldn't get Tara breathing within the next couple of minutes...

Sam kept her steady rhythm.

She could hear a crack from Tara's ribs giving way under her hands. Tears cascaded down Sam's face, and she began to wail.

"Tara!" Sam plugged Tara's nose and blew into her mouth again. She returned her hands to Tara's chest and -

Tara began to cough out salt water, body jerking with each retch she took. Sam cried in relief.

Tara whimpered as she was lifted slightly, laying loosely in Sam's tight embrace. Her breathing was wheezing and sounded watery, and Sam knew she had to go to the hospital now.

"Sam?" Tara whispered.

Sam nodded, kissed her forehead, and brushed wet hair out of her face. "It's me. I got you."

Rough breathing escalated into wet sobs of terror, but Sam didn't think of them as heartbreaking. It was a sign that Tara, her baby girl, was alive.

"'m so c-cold..." cried Tara. She clutched at her chest which was tightening with pressure. "Can't b-breathe..."

Sam cursed herself for leaving Tara's spare inhaler in her jacket which was given to Gale earlier in the day. And if she had her jacket, she would've wrapped Tara up in it while she herself froze in her soaking gray tank top.

"I know, mi vida¹, I know," Sam soothed her sister as best as she could. She could hear the sirens wailing closer.

Tara curled into Sam's embrace and continued to cry as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.

—●—○—●—○—

1: "Mi vida" - My life

2: "Por favor. ¡Por favor, Tara, respira!" - Please. Please, Tara, breathe!

#scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #my writing #Sam wearing that gray tank top for the 3rd Act in a row lol #tw violence #Felt angsty after the Tara therapy post :)

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Not to keep harping on this but I accidentally saw a post that pissed me off a little bit so I'm gonna talk about it. Originally I was gonna put this at the end of the post but I've decided to move it to the top because I know some people are determined to take me out of context so I'll sacrifice the formatting of this post and some of the impact of this sentence in a vain hope that my point will not be misconstrued. I fully anticipate people skipping over this first paragraph anyway but at least I did my due diligence. You can like Izzy, I like Lestat (AMC IWTV), I like the Joker, It's fine to have an evil blorbo. It's the apologia that gets me tho. You're fake villain fuckers and you can't admit that your blorbo is fucked up in some deeply uncomfortable ways.

That said on to my angry meta: Either Izzy is homophobic, or he's an abuser. He could be both, but he can't be neither otherwise the literal climax of the first season doesn't make any fucking sense. Like he calls in a swat on Stede and the crew because Stede has, quote, "done something to his boss's brain" and he wants Stede dead because of it. homosexuality as a corrupting influence is textbook homophobia. He thinks Stede has made Ed soft and he thinks he's using his limp wristed wiles to do it.

If you don't want to read it as homophobia (which would be a weird reading because it fails to explain that line and misses the whole message about toxic masculinity, but I've heard it's the reading that some people go with so, let's look at it) and you think that he's doing all of this because he's in love with Ed and he's jealous, I hate to tell you but that brings us back around to the abuser reading.

Like, the reading that this subset of the fandom seems to want me to believe is Izzy is in tragic gay love with Ed. But that doesn't make a single damn thing that he did ok. In fact it kind of makes it worse. Like trying to kill the loved ones of your beloved is text book abuser behavior. You're telling me that Izzy feels so entitled to Ed that he cannot take "Fuck off you're banished from the ship" For an answer, and he has to kill the guy that he blames for turning Ed against him? And I'm supposed to sympathize with that? Get real. That's text book abuser behavior. If that's the reading, then Izzy can't handle Ed having someone in his life that isn't Izzy, he can't handle Ed making decisions that Izzy doesn't approve of, and he can't handle Ed breaking off their relationship (which was Izzy's fault by the way he agreed to duel Stede sorry you can't handle the consequences honey). Those first two things you have to be able to handle if you want to have friends or even professional relationships, and the third thing is something that you're allowed to be upset about but that you're gonna have to move on from. Instead Izzy comes up with a hair brained scheme that risks the crews lives, Calico Jack's life, and, most importantly, risks Ed's life in order to... what? Undermine Ed's own autonomous choice to pursue a relationship with Stede? Get rid of a guy that he thinks is driving him and Ed apart so that Ed will maybe take him back? That's abuser shit my guy.

If there's another explanation for Izzy calling the fucking cops I'd love to hear it but as far as I can tell the options are "He hates Stede because Stede is frilly and camp and thinks Stede is making Ed weak" aka Textbook hate crime and "He's in deeply dysfunctional love and is therefore trying to force Ed to be in a relationship with him despite the fact that Ed has made it clear he doesn't want that" aka Textbook abuser.

To be clear I wouldn't have Izzy any other way. The roll he plays in the narrative is important to the story. I don't like him, per se, but I like stories about overcoming toxic masculinity, and those stories have to have a villain, and I was deeply emotionally ruined by the consequences of his actions, (i.e. the domino effect that caused Stede to abandon Ed on the dock) so I want him around for as long as they decide to keep him around. Just, like, fucking pretending he's never done anything wrong ever? Come on now.

#izzy critical #ofmd meta

[leggerefiore]

Okay but WHAT IF…

IM! Emmet pranked Ingo and inserted the yandere pack-

But the safe word wasn’t ‘Joltik’ like it was with Emmet, but instead it’s anything along the lines of ‘sweetie’ or ‘hubby’ or something just as cheesy-

love it love it

cw: light yandere, iron Moth twins

You woke up to the smell of food wafting throughout your apartment. At first, you just laid for a moment before opening your eyes and letting out a yawn. The sun was already high in the sky, causing confusion in you. You gazed turned to your phone on the bedside table, but found it missing. Getting up, you looked around your room carefully. Where had you put it? You could have sworn you had plugged it in last night before you went to sleep, yet it was nowhere to be found in the room.

Assuming you just left it somewhere else, you opened the door of your bedroom. The scent of delicious food became more prominent as you entered the hall to go into the living room. Lights were clearly on in the kitchen, and you saw the shadow of a certain android mothman in there. You wondered if he knew where it went. Peering inside, you found Ingo wearing a frilly apron and making pancakes with trained ease.

“Ingo,” you spoke softly, but his head still immediately turned to look at you, “Have you seen my phone?” His LED eyes blinked a few times as he was trying to recall.

“No, dearest, I don't believe I have,” Ingo replied smoothly as he placed the last of the breakfast items, “How about we search after eating? I doubt it would do you good to go on without food.” You agreed and sat at the table. It was slightly odd he decided not to hand you the fork and knife, but you caught when he began to cut the fluffy cakes himself and held the fork out for you. He wanted to feed you. How cute! You eagerly bit on, surprised by his forwardness. After that, he began to do the dishes, so you figured it would not hurt to start searching again. You went through the living room carefully, noticing your gaming system had, too, mysteriously vanished.

You sighed, recalling how Ingo had once acted as if you were cheating on him with the system before growing bright red and apologising. Maybe he had it them away in the spare bedroom? You shot a glance at the kitchen, but still heard the water running. The thought of Ingo having a jealous side was admittedly kind of cute. The Iron Moth hybrid was often stiff and reserved, but did open up when questioned. You giggled. There was definitely a conversation to be had after you reclaimed your devices.

Walking back down the hall, you tried to spare bedroom door. Only to find it locked. You felt frustrated now. You quickly rushed to get a hard plastic card from your room. Likewise, you returned and tried to force open the locking mechanism, you found yourself stopped. Ingo grasped your wrist and gazed at you with unsettling eyes. Paired with his eternally frowning face, you felt nervous. What had happened to him? He was acting so uncharacteristically.

“Ingo,” you said firmly, “I understand you can get jealous, but I need my phone for multiple reasons.” His eyes grew more and more distressed. The hand on your wrist tightened and then lessened as he suddenly pulled you into a hug. His wing pieces were close to his body, a subtle sign of distress.

“I-I just want you all to myself,” the hybrid cried, “I don't know why! I want to stop, but I can't…”

You embraced him back and rubbed his back. “Ingo, sweetheart, what's wrong?” you cooed, moving away to cup his face. Before you could, however, his body went limp and his lights flickered out. You felt horrified by this before you recalled a similar reaction that had happened previously. A verbal override of an installed pack… His head hung low for a moment. You took a step back as his wings spread out, and his lights flickered on. The LED eyes that stared at you afterward held pure frustration.

“… I apologise utterly and completely, dearest,” he said immediately, reaching forward to cup your face himself, “Somehow, a yandere pack ended up applied in my personality executable… I feel as if I know how.” That made everything make sense. Poor Ingo, you could see his distress. He was completely opposed to using such a pack, even at your request.

“How?” you asked, genuinely wondering what had caused this situation. A quiet laugh from the other end of the hall answered your question, though. Emmet stood there holding a futuristic device.

“Emmet,” Ingo's voice boomed and held a terrifying feeling, “I will kill you.”

“Try me,” Emmet teased him, “… Darling, sorry!” He waved at you and ran away as the older twin charged at him. You shook your head. Those two, you swore.

#ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[slightlyunconventional]

Here goes:, because this has been swimming around in my head:

K/az has injured his arm(s) on their last job. He’s sore, having trouble moving it, it's in a sling, etc., something like that.

And on top of it all, for reasons of your choice, he’s SUPER sneezy.

I just want to read I/nej helping him tend to his nose. Since K/az can't reach it himself (or he can but not without immense amounts of pain). Like, I/nej rubbing his nose gently for him, massaging his nostrils through cloth to help him sneeze or not sneeze, soothing the itch, cleaning it up--anything, just give me I/nej tending to Kaz’s super sneezy irritated nose ^__^; only if you like

THANK YOU for this prompt i adore it so much and i genuinely had so much fun writing this! i hope you enjoy :D

assistance (basically, k/az is a TOTAL mess and i/nej is lovely as usual)

After a nasty run-in with some thugs from a rival club during a job gone sour, K/az found himself in quite the predicament. The kind of predicament that meant both of his arms were out of action. To his credit, he’d held up his own against the gang for a surprisingly long time but still walked away with a broken wrist and a very painful forearm that was most likely fractured - not to mention the sizeable purple bruise he was sporting on his jaw. 

K/az threw open the door and stomped into the Slat looking positively bedraggled. His hat had been discarded somewhere amidst the conflict. 

“It was twenty versus one! I can’t believe he wouldn’t let us get involved!” 

“What, and blow our own cover? Did you want us to die?”

“He probably died!”

“Saints, J/es, N/ina, calm down. He was putting up a good fight, I’m sure he’ll be- oh, K/az,” I/nej said, spotting K/az as he entered the room. She stood up from the table where J/esper and N/ina were bickering and approached the rain-soaked man.

“Yes, I took care of them all,” Kaz rasped, answering Inej’s question before she could even ask it. 

The gap between them was almost closed as Inej stepped forward, looking closely at his face. 

“Are you okay?” she dared to ask.

Kaz let his expression soften at her words.

“I’m okay,” he hesitated, “well, I’ll be okay.”

Concern blossomed in Inej’s eyes like the petals of a crocus.

“You know that’s not what I want to hear.”

Kaz remained silent. He was suddenly acutely aware of each and every droplet of water sliding from his hair and onto the floor, and the way his sodden clothes clung to his skin, and the warmth he felt in his cheeks from Inej’s proximity even under the sting of a fresh bruise. Another drop of rain slipped from Kaz’s mess of soaked black hair, falling down right between their faces. Inej’s eyes tracked the droplet down as it fell to the floorboards. She lifted her gaze to meet his. The heat in Kaz’s cheeks grew, much to his resentment.

“I think you dropped something,” she said quietly, looking back down at the rain-spattered ground.

The corners of Kaz’s lips twitched. He noted the glint in Inej’s deep brown eyes.

A (surprisingly clean) towel ruined the moment by soaring right into their faces. Kaz and Inej looked up simultaneously, met by Jesper’s shit-eating grin.

“Good fight, boss? I knew you’d come out on top,” he said smugly.

“Were you not just panicking because you thought he was dead?” Nina asked with her eyebrows raised.

Inej snorted.

“No idea what you’re talking about, Nins.” 

Now it was Kaz’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “And why did you throw a towel at me?”

Jesper shrugged. “Looked like you needed it.”

Kaz sighed. He took the towel from Inej who had picked it up off the floor where it had landed. Inej clocked the way he winced when reaching his arm out.

“Thank you,” Kaz said quietly. He made his way over to the stairs, the gazes of everyone in the room like lasers on his back. Inej watched him closely and, seeing his extra-pronounced limp and the shake of the arm holding his cane with every step, decided to follow him. 

“I don’t believe I asked for an entourage.” 

“It’s not just your room that's upstairs,” Inej replied, a little too quickly. She knew Kaz didn’t believe her, but he still let her trail behind him as he ascended the stairs lopsidedly. They walked in silence until they reached Kaz’s room, when he looked back at her with a single eyebrow lifted. Inej took this as her cue to pretend to disappear into her own room. She definitely didn’t imagine the pained sigh that escaped Kaz. As soon as he’d shut his door, she slipped back out into the corridor and stood quietly outside, listening.

She heard the creak of Kaz’s chair as he lowered himself into it, then a heavy clatter on the floor.

“Shit,” muttered Kaz. The chair creaked again. Probably dropped his cane, Inej thought, strange, though, that’s not like him. The patter of the rain on the roof and windows severely hindered her ability to listen in on him, however. 

After a few moments, Inej did manage to hear a rather wet-sounding thump, presumably Kaz discarding his thick, wool greatcoat onto the floor. Another sigh. Part of her wanted to enter the room and see him, help dry his hair, hang his coat up by the window, fall asleep with her head resting on his firm shoulder, but she knew she shouldn’t. So she waited, she listened. 

“Oh, Saints,” Inej heard after a short while. She had not a second to wonder why Kaz had said that, as the next moment she heard a sound she hadn’t heard in a very long time. 

“hehH’GNKTSschew!”

She then heard what she thought was Kaz sucking a sharp breath in through his teeth. He’s in pain, she realised. A million thoughts barrelled through her mind - is he sick? Injured? Both? Inej worried at her lower lip, knowing now that Kaz was in way worse condition than he was letting on. Against her better judgement, she slowly pushed open the door… right as Kaz was (trying to) stifle another harsh sneeze.

“hH’GKKTTSChhiew! Huhh…” 

The hand he used to pinch his nose was shaking slightly as he lifted it from his face. His brows were drawn tightly together and his teeth were gritted, hard - Inej had never seen him looking so pained. He looked up at Inej who was hovering in the doorway, hand still lifted cautiously in the air, as though he was scared to put it down. 

“Saints above, Kaz. You said you were fine,” Inej said with worry.

Kaz averted his eyes. “I am fine,” he replied shortly. 

Inej approached him and gently took his gloved hand in hers. 

“Don’t-” he started, teeth still gritted. He yanked his hand away instinctively. She noticed how his face paled slightly.

“What happened to your hands, Kaz?” asked Inej, quietly but firmly. Kaz still didn’t meet her gaze.

“Nothing.”

“You can’t expect me to believe that.”

Kaz hesitated. He looked down at his hand.

“Broke it. My wrist,” he muttered with reluctance, “Think the other arm’s fractured, too.”

Inej held back a gasp. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Kaz shook his head, hair still damp from the torrential rain.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” she asked incredulously, “In fact, nevermind that, we need Nina to fix-”

“No, we don’t-!” Kaz cut in. His words were tinted with a note of panic that she’d never heard before.

Inej let her shoulders lower. She sighed. “At least let me patch you up, then.”

“Fine.”

“Right. Good. I’ll get the first aid kit,” Inej said, beginning to turn away.

“-hahH’KKSCHHhiew! Oh, God, I-” Kaz sneezed wetly and openly, cringing at the mess it left on his upper lip. He raised his hand weakly to his face to cover it.

“Saints, and I’ll get some tissues. Try not to move your arms around too much, okay?” Inej said. She left the room.

-

A short while later, Inej returned to Kaz’s room, clutching a box containing the Slat’s first aid kit, as well as a rather old-looking box of tissues. He was still sitting at his desk, one arm hanging at his side, the other with its hand resting carefully on the tabletop. His nose had become significantly pinker since Inej last saw him, which was only mere minutes prior. She was greeted with another grating sneeze.

“haHH’GKKSHHhiew!”

“Bless you,” Inej offered.

“I’m sorry, I… cah-cahhn’tseemtostop-! huhH’KTSCHHh! ‘GKKSCHH! hah-hAH’KKTSCHHhiew!”

“Wow. Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Inej said with a sympathetic smile, “Oh, you’ve made a real mess of yourself there, Kaz.”

He lifted his hand to clean himself up, but tensed up at the pain. Inej leaned forward and gently helped his arm back down.

“Here, let me.”

“There’s a hahh-handker-’TSSCHhiew! Ugh. Handkerchief, in my coat.”

“That’ll be soaking wet, Kaz. I have tissues.”

She plucked a couple of tissues from the box she’d placed on Kaz’s desk and used them to gently clean up Kaz’s face. He sighed.

“You know I can do it myself,” he said thickly, voice muffled by the soft tissues in front of his face.

“I know you can, but is it going to do you any good?” Inej asked; a rhetorical question. She made sure to keep her touch on his face gentle. She knew how sensitive his nose could get. As if on cue, Inej felt Kaz’s nose flare under the tissues.

“‘Nej, I’m going to-” His breaths were rapid and shallow.

“I know.”

“But I don’t wanna sn- haHH’GKKTSCHHhew! haH’ISCHHhiew!” He cut himself off with two heavy, messy sneezes, right into the tissues in Inej’s hand. “Saints, I’m sorry,” he added breathlessly.

“Bless you, bless you. It’s okay.” Inej gently cleaned his face once again. The pure exhaustion in his coffee-brown eyes sent a pang of pity through her heart.

“You really don’t need to say ‘bless you’ every… hahh… every- oh- sorry, I’m- haHH’KKSHHHhiew!”

Inej smiled. “Bless you.”

Kaz rolled his eyes. Inej tightened her hand on his face slightly.

“Blow,” she instructed. Kaz looked up at her in disbelief.

“I really don’t think that’s-”

“You heard me,” she cut in, “By the sound of those sneezes, you need it.”

The dark haired man hesitated, but eventually leaned into the tissues with a sigh, and blew his nose heavily. Inej smiled sympathetically. Kaz emerged looking positively mortified.

“Never doing that again,” he muttered.

“You wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t insist on taking on that entire gang on your own,” Inej pointed out. Kaz shot her a look. She tilted her head at him, still smiling softly. “Now let’s get you bandaged up, okay?”

He nodded. Inej opened the first-aid box and pulled out a roll of wide bandages.

“Roll up your sleeve for me,” she said gently. He obliged.

Inej got to work wrapping his broken wrist in bandages - it was the best she could do, considering Kaz refused to let Nina see to him, at least for now. It wasn’t long before Kaz’s breath caught again. He turned his head away from Inej, trying his best to keep his hand still as she tended to it.

“Sorry- hahH’KKSCHHIEWhh!” 

“Bles-” Inej started.

Kaz shook his head. “N-not done-” he said, panting. “hAH’KTSCHHUHh!”

His whole body shook with the force of each sneeze, his shoulders tensing and legs jolting slightly upwards. Luckily, Inej had finished wrapping his broken wrist, so she could stop to once again tend to Kaz’s nose. She pressed two fresh tissues to his face and massaged his nose ever so gently. His breath caught sharply.

“Don’t, that’s too- hahH-! Too gentle, I’m g-go--huHH’GKKSCHHHh! ‘SSCHHHhiew!”

“Oh, Saints, sorry. You really can’t stop, can you?” Inej said, still cradling his face with the thick wad of tissue.

“It’s the rain, or something. Apparently it really g-gets to… to… me-'' Kaz's eyes narrowed and Inej felt his nostrils flare desperately even through the tissues. His breath hitched.

“haAHhdt-! huh-hUH-huhHh- oh, S-saints, it’s not comi- haAH-!”

“Stuck, huh?” Inej teased, “Happens to the best of us.”

Inej decided to reuse her “too-gentle” massaging technique to ease Kaz along. Perhaps it worked a little too well - he exploded into a series of tearing, messy sneezes, each outburst just barely caught in Inej’s hand.

“haAHh’GNKTSCHHhuhh! ‘KKSCHHIEW! ‘SHHHhew! hah-hAH-hAHH’KZZSCHIEWhh! ‘IZZSCHHhiew!”

He was left panting, almost unable to catch his breath. Inej reached for a few more tissues, keeping the used ones braced to Kaz’s face in case of another incident. She now held a thick wad of tissues, pressed to Kaz’s streaming reddened nose. 

“Bless you - I don’t even know how many times,” Inej said with a slight laugh. She cleaned up the rest of the mess that had gathered on his face with the tissues, all while Kaz’s cheeks turned pink in true mortification. Inej noticed this and added, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. This happens to everyone.” 

She saw Kaz’s shoulders relax slightly and he exhaled slowly.

“Saints, that was awful. I’m sor-” he started.

“Don’t apologise. You know I value being able to care for you. I’m glad you let me.”

Kaz nodded silently. He leaned back in his chair, exhaustion now clear in his face.

“Let’s get to that other arm now, shall we?”

#ALRIGHT #YEAH #i like this okay i hope it isnt bad #again TYSM for the ask i literally loved every second of writing this #love torturing k/az <3 #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snz blog #snzario #snzfic #s/ix of cr/ows #sneeze kink #sneezefic #also would like to note that i text edited and posted this via my laptop rather than my phone so hopefully theres no fatal errors LOL #anyway enjoy!

[borderlinebox]

when you can could you please make some kuina x reader it can be about anything really thank you 😊

Dating Kuina Headcanons!

✎ pairing ; kuina x reader | warning ; season 2 spoilers, a little short | a/n ; sorry for the wait anon <3 hoped you enjoyed this!

feedback is highly appreciated!!!

honestly it would just be so cute

whoever confessed first wouldn't matter because both of you would be fiddling and nervously chuckling at each other

either way

kuina would be such a totally cute lover

concerned for your safety that is for sure!!

big tough mama bear. cares for you a lot

get hurt and live? dont scare her like that!!!

kisses you before sleep

absolutely the sweetest

kindly fight off the transphobic/homophobic assholes that treat her badly??

she'd be so in love with you if you do

haha, get pissed off by her dad when she tells you her story. do it.

she'll tell you it's okay already and that you didn't have to get angry but appreciates that you care a lot

I have a feeling that either she can't cook or she's an amazing cook. no in between.

i also think she just wants to be held and hold you

her hair ties are always on your wrists and she finds it so darling

maybe keep some pens around for her to bite or whatever she chews on that ain't toxic

surprise behind hugs everybody?

she'll smile and compliment you brightly but would have a big surprised look on her face when you return it

her hands on her face maybe

a little terrible at flirting.

believe me, i think she can give you advice and all that

knows the basics

but when it comes to her applying it onto herself?

a little awkward

i mean did you see that wink she sent last boss?

but other than that, she's the fine line between awkward and charming

she would do your hair if you wanted her to

would get protective if someone ever hurt you or disturbed you in some way

drop kick their ass

when she fell in live with you, she definitely had a lot of them sparkles in her eyes

watches everything you do with admiration like

comforts you after games

goofy and silly and would brag about you to chishiya

im sure he practically knows almost everything about you now

if chishiya believes you're good at the games, he'll probably bring you into the plan

*insert kuina screeching*

"no way! they could get hurt!"

it would take a lot of persuasion and reassurance to get kuina to even consider it

also you would probably scold her ass after she came back from fighting laat boss are you fuckin kidding me??

(andjustlikewhatshedidwithannintheendofthegames-)

she'd hold and squeeze your hand in the end as the fireworks blasted the sky

my god imagine the partly dorky, partly sad, partly relieved and hopeful smile she has on her face

if you knew each other before the borderlands, she'd make her way to find you

like extreme limping

speed limping. extreme speed limping.

even the nurses went crazy

and if not? you'd meet her in the hospital almost the same way you met her at the beach

she'd be next to some dude with bleached hair and you'd notice her because she's staring at you

it appears the bleach blonde captured this and looked at you as well

the same cute awkward giggling

either way, you're gonna end up together in a cute ass way either way

unless of course you di-

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #x reader #aib x reader #box writes #kuina #kuina x reader #hikari kuina #hikari kuina x reader #aib kuina x reader #alice in borderland kuina x reader #kuina hcs #kuina headcanons #kuina headcannons

[c0stass]

Lost In Echoes pt. 2

Content: violence, death, mention of drug use, murder

On the screen, the first frame you see is of Mark with his arm out, as if he's taking a selfie, as he turns the camera on. He looks young. Early 20s. He walks out of the room, which is furnished with only a single wooden chair in the middle, a lamp, and probably a table that the camera is sitting on. There is a chain and a pile of rope. A few seconds later, he comes back, dragging an unconscious Angelina across the hardwood floor.

As he hoists her into the chair, you pause the tape.

"Mark... Mark, what is this?!" Your voice is full of panic.

He quickly wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

"It's what set me on this path of darkness... y/n, that's me, and... my sister." He kisses your head as you're shaking, wanting to push away from him but for some reason still feeling safe with him.

"That isn't you... it can't be... oh god, this can't be real," you gasp, crying.

"This isn't me. This isn't the Mark that you love. But it was once me. I hid my past from you. I was ashamed."

"Mark... hold me... please... i can't watch this alone." Mark quickly wraps you up in his arms as you pick up the remote and hit play.

Young Mark ties a gag around Angelina's mouth as she begins to wake up and ties her wrists and ankles to the chair.

She struggles against the restraints, trying to beg through the gag, but it's no use. Mark bends over so he's face level with her and says, "I have to do this, for your own good."

He walks around and picks up the chain.

You watch, your eyes wide, your heart pounding, your body trembling.

"You've hurt so many people," the Mark in the video continues.

She's crying, struggling, pleading with her eyes. Mark walks behind her, holding the chain taut, clenched in his fists.

"You've made mistakes. You've hurt people. You pushed me away. You pushed everyone away. This way... you'll never hurt anyone ever again..."

He stands behind her as he holds the chain in front of her neck. She screams.

"Angelina," he speaks softly in her ear, "I'm doing this for... for you, for everyone, for a better future..."

A wet gurgling sound came from her mouth as he pulled the chain tight around her neck. He pulled tighter as she thrashed and struggled, then went limp.

"No, Mark, no, no, no, no, NO!" You cry hysterically as you fall to the cold concrete ground. You bury your hands in your face as you scream. Mark quickly sits and holds you tight. You push away, grabbing his shoulders and looking at him. He's crying too, hard.

"This isn't you, Mark! I know it isn't you!" You collapse into his chest, sobbing so hard you can't breathe.

"It's not me, y/n," he blubbers, "it's who I was... I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry..."

"I don't hate you, Mark," you whisper after you've calmed down a bit. You're still leaning into his chest, he has one arm around your shoulder, the other around your head. His chin is resting on top of your soft hair.

You pull away, looking into his tear filled eyes. You don't believe that the man you love, sitting in front of you right now crying, is the same emotionless, dead inside man in the video.

"Six months after that, I woke up in this very room we're sitting in. With a cable wrapped around my neck," he took a deep breath, "and the tube of sharp glass in front of me. John put me in a trap because of... what I did, and also because I gave up on life after that. I was an alcoholic, suicidal. Angelina was my only family, all I had left. But she left me long before I killed her."

You sit there, looking at him, listening.

"She was a drug addict," he continues, "she hurt me and everyone around her. Stole from us. She became a monster. She wasn't my sister any more. I had no idea who this person was. She was... she was long gone already. There was no other option."

"Mark..." you whisper, "I am so sorry..."

He pulls you into another hug, softly petting your hair and rocking you. You sit there forever, just listening to his heart beat.

"Mark..." You finally whisper, "can we go home please... this is all... too much... I need to be in bed, with you... just hold me tonight... please?" You look up at him with sad eyes.

He lifts your chin and kisses your lips softly.

"Of course we can. Let's get out of here."

#saw #detective hoffman #mark hoffman #costas mandylor #mark hoffman x reader #fanfic

[tartilli]

it's clear to me that you're just looking for control, it's definitely getting out of hand

synopsis: charlie is feeling down after everything thats happened and alastor realizes that she can't help him gain power if she's sad so he decides to comfort her

just to be clear, this is NOT charlastor 😭 this is completely platonic. i tried to write him as a dad in this one

there's a particular saying that alastor enjoys.

how does it go again? ah yes, "every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost."

well, alastor has his... grievances with the devil, but at least there's one thing they can wholeheartedly agree on, and that is that charlie morningstar must be protected at all costs.

not because he cares, but because charlie has potential.

the potential to do things he cannot, so it's absolutely imperative she stay alive and in high spirits.

alastor has noticed that lately, she seems to be struggling with the latter.

that won't do. no, not at all.

seizing power takes charisma, and little miss morningstar is at her most charismatic when she's happy.

alastor does not like to lose.

losing means giving something up, and alastor does not like giving things up.

not his dignity, not his possessions and especially not his pawns.

so if it's happy charlie needs to be to stay at all useful to him, it's her happiness that alastor will ensure.

"well, someone's been looking a little glum lately, now haven't you? everything alright, charlie, dear?" alastor asks, his face sporting the same grin it always does.

it takes her twelve full seconds(not her usual two, alastor notes) to respond.

"whaaaat, me glum? haha no. i'm fine! yes, perfectly fine."

she's rambling again, flailing her arms about as she does so, a tendency of hers that alastor admits to having grown rather fond of.

"-in fact, i am so fine that i'm going to..!"

normally, alastor would have left the cheering up of hell's princess to dear vagatha, but most annoyingly, she had arrangements today.

"-just peachy!"

charlie is not, in fact, peachy. that much is obvious.

she's pulling at her hair now, eyes crazed as if she's searching for something she can't quite find.

this is different, he thinks, from her breakdown after her trip to heaven.

she hadn't tried to hide her sorrow then. perhaps the reason for that being, she saw no point in even trying to when the person that mattered the most to her had been lying for so long.

alastor enjoys a spectacle, but he fears that it isn't exactly what this situation in particular calls for.

instead, the best course of action would be to- ugh comfort her with seemingly genuine feelings.

"now charlie, there isn't any need for that," he tells her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"uhm, there isn't a need for what exactly?"

alastor laughs, limping his wrist. "why, lying, of course! really, my dear, it isn't one of your strengths."

he expects her to grow defensive, to deny it, to repeat that she's completely fine.

-but she doesn't.

she's shaking now, her face breaking.

"i have no fucking clue what i'm doing, alastor. i started this hotel because i believed that sinners could be redeemed- and i do! i believe that people can change for the better, but at this point, would heaven even let them into heaven if they did?"

alastor likes surprising people.

likes keeping them on his toes.

but he surprises even himself with that he does next.

alastor who detests all forms of physical contact, finds himself pulling the princess of hell into a hug.

she ends up crying her heart out.

alastor, content for the first time in his life with saying nothing apart from the occasional "there, there", pats her back as she does.

oddly enough, he feels an almost unfeigned fatherly affection for her.

what's even odder is the fact that he doesn't entirely detest it.

a/n: this is probably so ooc and bad but it's extremely late and i randomly thought it was a good idea to write while half-asleep sorry 😞

#vaggie is mentioned like once #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #cil writes #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel writing #hazbin hotel alastor #vaggie hazbin hotel

[darkmatters-ghost]

Hi hello chapter 4 of Psychic and Empathetic is finished so here's a update/sneak peek/whatever the heck this is going to be.

Alright okay so in this chapter, 6yo Silver and Shadow make things out of play-doh, because Shadow's a good dad who Parallel plays with his son! It was getting a little hard to describe the play-doh things, so I thought "hey, can't I just make these things? I mean, it's not like Ao3 can't have pictures!" So here's pictures of some of the things they make.

I didn't actually have play-doh, so I used my own weird undrying clay, and I'm NOT an artist, and my wrists identify as Jello, so this isn't the greatest art project in the world but I did the thing! So I win! I guess!

Exhibit A

Silver makes a play-doh birthday cake, and its candles are described as looking like limp noodles, and falling off. This is exactly what happened when I tried to recreate it irl, but believe it or not, the super limp one was actually the most stable for some bizarre unfathomable reason

Exhibit B

Silver also makes a turtle! I think this one came out really well–aside from the face. The face isn't supposed to look like the creature from Garten of Banban 2 or 14 or whichever game, but apparently cute faces are beyond my skill set.

Exhibit C

This is what Shadow makes, and this is why I decided to do it irl. Try describing this. It's supposed to be fire... I mean, you can't really tell but that's what it's supposed to be... Anyway, imagine this but like waaay better

I hope you all enjoy the chapter when it comes out! <3

#dadow #shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #sth #fanfic #sonic 06 timeline #psychic and empathetic au #my own weird art monstrosities #this is why I don't do visual art #aaaAAAÄ- #my hair reeeally wanted to be in the way for this too #which didn't help

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Jikookers really started being as nasty to V as tkkers were to Jimin. Not everything V does has hidden evil intentions to “break up” jikook(like they are together). There is nothing wrong with him mentioning Jk, it’s such a no problem, but of course people who take shipping seriously would have a problem with it.

They are so insecure, they like to act like they are better than tkkers but that’s clealy not the case.

Meanwhile me, a pioneer who always said I don't think I could ever be friends with Taehyung because I just don't agree with the way he goes about things.

It's funny you should bring that up now, because it's been a little over a year since I first started using this blog so much, and ironically, it all started November 2021 because taekook had a moment and jikookers were upset about it lmao. It was that time in ITS2 when Taehyung asked JK to cook for him, and a very well known jikook blogger made a post, unprovoked literally unprovoked about how it was an awkward moment and it was uncomfortable to watch and JK was not okay with the whole thing. I replied to her post saying taekook were not awkward during that exchange, and some people apparently interpreted "taekook weren't awkward" as "taekook fuck raw". So they lashed out on me LMAOO.

The posts are all still up, but I'll just post some screenshots so I don't have to add so many links to this. It's just really funny how things (jikookers) have gotten so much more ridiculous since a year ago.

I guess for me what I really hate is the double standards. I've never tried to act like I'm better than anyone else or even that jikook is better than any other option, and as I've said before, I judge taekook by the same standards I judge jikook. It's not like, just as an example, I would think a neck kiss is romantic because jikook do it and then turn around and think it doesn't mean anything if taekook do it. No, to me it does mean something in both cases.

I think I've made it known a couple of times that I understand taekookers, I understand what they see in their ship and also what they don't see in jikook. It doesn't mean I think the same way, but I can put myself in their shoes.

So, double standards. You have jikookers who see tk interactions as forced or awkward even when they aren't, but then they're like "how can taekookers think jikook is forced they're insane they should watch real content", but you are allowed to think taekook are awkward, right?? Then, so can taekookers lmao.

Dynamite Christmas remix. Jimin made it look like he was kissing JK and then JK quite literally ran away from him and left him alone while he joined the other members. I just know the things jikookers would've said if that was Taehyung instead of Jimin. If you can think that of Taehyung, what makes it so crazy that taekookers would think the same of Jimin?

For years jikookers laughed that JK didn't know or kept forgetting that Taehyung doesn't eat spicy food. Jungkook this year: I don't know where Jimin got his tattoo. Suddenly jikookers are preaching that couples are allowed to not know or forget things about each other. Or they outright ignore Jungkook didn't know because they can't explain it and make it make sense with them dating.

Pretty sure jikookers laughed about Jungkook calling Taehyung bro for his birthday last year when everyone else called him "love", then this year he goes and calls Jimin bro as well. And there go jikookers making essays about how BRO is such a couple thing to call each other and hey, there's even a gay movie called BROS did you know? So gay omg. Limp Wrist. Rainbow. Glitter. Dick. Butt.

There are jikookers who think Taehyung should speak up for Jennie because she's maybe his girlfriend and she's getting hate from his shippers, so he should stop adding more fuel to the taekook fire, but those jikookers also believe jikook are in a relationship, so shouldn't the same be expected of JK? Shouldn't he also speak up and stand up for his friend Jimin after all of these years?

Other thing I also hate, and it's probably what bothers me the most is that taekookers have been hating on Jimin for YEARS, and whatever jikookers say about Taehyung, they say it only because of jikook. It was never about Jimin. If you take out Jimin hate, if it suddenly stops, will there be any jikook hate at all? Hardly. Even if the Jimin hate has been going on for years, jikookers only started fighting 2021ish because taekook were besties again and jikook is not in the picture anymore.

Jimin gets called a thirdwheel and all jikook warriors get their screenshots ready and tweet jikook boyfriends 39058904 times. Taekookers have been saying Jimin was hooking up with escorts in Paris in 2019 and jikookers do not care but suddenly saying he was a thirdwheel is a major offense.

Kths had it coming. I literally do not care about being the bigger person, being the bigger person is overrated and useless. I seriously do not gaf if 5 people use a frog emoji for a couple of hours. It will never be nearly enough for all the things they've said about Jimin and made me read about him and made other people BELIEVE about him. They had it coming for all the years they've been the most horrible people towards him for no reason, so I really don't care if they are upset because they have to see people call Taehyung a frog FOR ONE DAY. You reap what you sow.

It bothers me tho that it's been happening for years with Jimin but jikookers never had anything to say until taekook started having moments LMFAO. It was never about defending Jimin. It was always about proving who is Jungkook in love with and who is Jungkook the happiest with.

I'm personally not fine with fanservice talk. I will be the first one to say they all do fanservice, but that's not the foundation of their relationship/s and it's only something to keep fans entertained and excited. They can do fanservice while actually being friends. Thinking that all the interactions are fanservice and not geniune is a different thing and I've never thought that; if you think taekook is fanservice, then you're thinking that of Jungkook too. If that's the way you want to think of JK, then go ahead.

Taekookers say Jimin does fanservice and act like that's his only personality trait because they hate him and think JK is a victim.

Jikookers don't even hate Taehyung like but they say taekook is fanservice because they're frustrated and because they also think Jungkook is a victim, and they say stuff like JK is doing nothing and he just gets dragged into Taehyung's lies....??????????? I'm pretty sure that if JK can decide to buy a 7 million dollar house, among other adult stuff he surely does, he can go to his bandmate and tell him "bro (romantically), stop lying about me/us/whatever".

Neither jikook nor taekook are the JK hostage situations both sides want it to be. Jungkook has a functioning brain, or at least it seems like he does. And by all means, go and call Taehyung a frog, until they stop defaming Jimin, I literally do not care and one way or another taekookers and everyone else should understand that what you do and say usually have consequences. It's only annoying that jikookers are doing this now because they think precious jikook is being threatened by Taehyung and not for the real damage that's been made against Jimin. And I hope they know that it won't change anything now.

[softquietsteadylove]

So, i had more ideas. For a few weeks now i thought about Thena and Gil staying some time at Phastos home with his family. Because obviously, Jack adores them and Thena wants Gil to have some time in a different place than Australia. I'll split it up so its easier.

First: I thought about Thena asking Phastos if he can create some bracelets for her, that work kinda like those ring things that Phastos used against Ikaris at the Beach. So if Mahd Wy'ry takes over her she's unable to use her powers to hurt someone. So when Mahd Wy'ry takes Thena over, she's like frozen in place until she faints and stays in a kind of coma for a few days. So Gil finds out about the Bracelets and blames Phastos, because he "only cares about him and the safety of Ben and Jack, and doesn't care about Thenas condition and pain and is ine of those who thought its better to erase her memories." So Phastos tries to explain that Thena asked him, because she didn't wanted to hurt them and Gil could stay a little longer, living a "normal" life. But Gil doesn't believe him and gets angry. Until Thena wakes up days and days later to explain.

"Gil, come on man, you gotta eat."

"Out."

"Gil-"

That was the end of the conversation as Gil focused his energy into his hands, flicking his fingers hard enough to push the door in his brother's face.

Thena was asleep in the guest bed, where they had been staying for a week already. She'd been asleep for three days, at this point. Jack had asked why Aunt Thena was asleep literally all weekend.

Gil had demanded to know why there were bracelets on her wrists--why they were glowing with Phastos' energy signature and why she had collapsed in the middle of the backyard out of nowhere.

He didn't like the answers he got.

The fight that ensued wasn't pretty.

Phastos had argued that Thena had asked him to--to make the bracelets that would subdue her, to keep them safe if she fell into an episode while Gil was asleep or away from her side (as unlikely as that was).

Maybe she hadn't asked him to create something that would literally put her to sleep for days on end, though. That was a miscalculation on his part--he admitted it. The devices draining her of Cosmic Energy had no way to differentiate between the excess energy she could summon and the energy she needed to just...be awake. So, as soon as they activated, she'd gone completely limp.

"My bad," he said.

Gil was furious. He was glad Jack had been at school when they'd discovered the problem, because he'd held nothing back when confronting his brother, cradling Thena in his arms.

"Look at her!" he had screamed at him, holding the woman he loved as she lay barely breathing. He had carried her inside, to their room for the time being. He'd tucked her into the bed, brushed her hair out of her face, and he hadn't moved since.

Phastos had resorted to sending Jack with food for him. He was playing dirty and he fucking knew it.

"Can't come in, bud," Gil had answered, hearing how rough his voice was from screaming at the top of his lungs and then not talking at all for two days after. "Aunt Thena...Aunt Thena isn't feeling good. She doesn't want you to get sick, okay?"

"Oh...okay. I hope she feels better."

Gil did too.

"Gil," Phastos tried again, leaning against the doorway. Gil was sitting beside the bed, watching every slow rise and fall of Thena's chest. "I'm not leaving unless you talk to me."

"Gonna be waiting a long fuckin' time, then."

Phastos nodded, "okay, guess I deserved that."

"Deserve a lot more," Gil grumbled, glaring at him only for a second before returning his eyes to the woman asleep. He held her hand in his.

"Gil, you know she's fine," Phastos sighed, holding his glasses in his hand while the other was in his pocket. "I'll make adjustments, but you know I would never do anything to hurt my own sister."

"Do I?"

"Come on," Phastos scoffed. The hurt was clear in his voice.

"Do I?" Gil repeated, really looking at him this time. "I seem to remember someone voting to erase her memories, some couple hundred years ago."

"That is not fair, and you know it," Phastos pointed at him, holding his ground. "It was a safe option for the whole team."

"For Thena?" Gil argued, and it made his point effectively.

Phastos ran a hand over his face before slipping his glasses back on. "She suggested it, Gil. You have to believe that. But yes, I agreed. Because the safety of my husband and child comes first-"

"I know, Phastos!" Gil stood, the force of it sending the chair flying into the wall. "But I have to consider the safety of my wife first!"

Phastos inhaled, keeping himself in check. He had never been on the receiving end of Gil's temper. He didn't know Gil had a temper at all. He also didn't know that Gil called Thena his wife. "Did you two-"

"What does it matter?" That one cut him even deeper, and Gil could tell. But he wasn't feeling particularly forgiving at the moment.

Phastos watched as Gil pulled her hand into his again, so gently that he seemed afraid he would break her.

"I've seen her like this before, you know."

The Genius Eternal blinked, surprised not only by the information but that Gil was saying it freely.

"Worst week of my life," Gil puffed out, tears in his eyes. He held her fingers to his forehead, hunched over as if reliving the pain of it.

Phastos dared to take a step or two closer. Maybe his brother didn't want him there, but he was going to be there for him--and his sister.

"It was...hundreds of years ago, at this point. She'd had the worst episode I'd seen yet," Gil shuddered, trying to blink his tears away and force the words out. "After I got her calmed down...she was in a deeper sleep than I'd ever seen before. And she slept, and slept. I...I didn't know if she'd wake up, Phastos."

He gulped, seeing the raw look in Gilgamesh's eyes. Gil was always so happy at heart, so strong in nature. It came with that heart of his. But that heart had always been entirely Thena's, Phastos realised. And the thought of losing her had always not been an option for GIl.

"I was ready to accept it," Gil admitted with no small effort. He looked sick just to say it aloud. "I laid down beside her, ready to wake up and know I'd never look into those eyes again, or hear her voice...her laugh."

Phastos blinked, taking off his glasses again so he could press his tear ducts dry.

"But she did wake up," Gil turned back to her, smiling as if he could see it now. He ran a hand over her forehead, letting his fingers dip into her hair splayed out over the pillows. "I woke up and she was curled up against me like it never happened."

"I had no idea."

"No one does." Because it was just them, out there, for hundreds and hundreds of years. They had lived a life together completely separate from the rest of their family.

It was easy to forget as someone who hadn't seem them in so long.

"I can't go through that again, Phastos." Gil shook his head, his lip wobbling and his throat clenched tight. He squeezed Thena's hand, as tight as he dared. "I can't watch her like this."

"I'm sorry, Gil." He meant it, and he knew that he would never be able to express it enough to the man his sister loved.

"I know you are."

"I-"

"Phastos," Gil cut him off. He was done sharing--done listening. "Leave me alone."

"Gil," he sighed, but didn't even get a glance.

"I want to be alone with my wife."

#Sis the angst!! #love it though #I do think Thena would want to know that Jack couldn't get hurt #Ben and Phastos too #it's one thing when it's her and Gil out in the desert #this is ever so loosely connected to the canon of #How to Build a House #which I'm sure you can tell #I think it just makes sense for how things are playing out #this is #Pt 1 #by the way #Jack and Thenamesh

[followthedurge]

Bcjdisn can't believe I basically wrote a scene of necrophilia but like....she's Bhaalspawn!!!! Also this is a WIP rough draft

Sceleritas Fel reappeared and followed her to her private chamber. "Sceleritas please have a hot bath ready and a female servant accompany me. Do we still have the shampoo I like?"

"Yes, mistress! I've been stocking up, awaiting your return."

"You're the best dread butler a Bhaalspawn could ask for."

"Oh, you flatterer!" The creature giggled.

When Batsheva arrived to her bathroom, a female half elf sat naked on the edge of the tub. Her skin was pale and her hair dark. Her breasts were perky and her nipples already hard.

Batsheva stripped her clothes and got into the bath. The half elf moved behind her and began brushing out her hair.

"What would you like to—" the half elf started.

"I will start conversation when I want it," Batsheva interrupted.

"Yes, mistress," the half elf said.

"Enter the tub with me. I've had a terrible day and want some relief. Worship me as you worship Bhaal."

The half elf blushed and did as Batsheva asked. The half elf immediately went to work. She straddled Batsheva and kissed and nibbled her neck.

"Harder," she said, and the half elf bit harder. Batsheva moaned, a whisper. She reached her hand up and rolled the half elf's nipples in her fingers, eliciting a shiver.

The half elf released Batsheva's neck and kissed down her chest. She grasped one breast in her hand and devoured Batsheva's nipple. She stroked the half elf's long hair and bucked her hips.

The half elf moved one hand down between Batsheva's legs. She circled her clitoris with her thumb and Batsheva thrust into the touch. The hot water was all the preparation she needed and the half elf inserted two fingers into Batsheva's hungry cunt.

Batsheva began touching her own sweet spot as the half elf quickened her pace. She curled her fingers up, stimulating the sweetest spot of all as she thrust.

Batsheva grabbed the half elf's hair and shoved her down into the water, forcing her face into her cunt. The half elf kept pumping her fingers and tried licking Batsheva's cunt until her breath gave out. Batsheva kept her hand on the girl's hair as her fingers became limp inside her. Batsheva used the dead girl's face, grinding into her mouth. She grabbed her wrist and forced the fingers in and out of her. The body chilled as the water did, the cold taste of death brought Batsheva over the edge. She screamed in ecstasy, pumping her hips more slowly, her walls grasping around the limp fingers.

"Sceleritas," Batsheva called out. The butler appeared with a flash.

"Yes mistress?"

"Please dispose of this refuse," Batsheva hauled the dead girl's body out of the bath. It landed on the floor with a dull slap.

Sceleritas snapped his fingers and two servants appeared to haul the body away.

"Pleased with the offering?" He asked.

"Quite," Batsheva replied.

#oc: batsheva #wip #emotional support imagination playground