#I promise that there is no baby in the world who has bad character & hurts adults & siblings out of malicious baby-entitlement

[jo-harrington]

Loving Eddie (Grim Reaper!Eddie x Reader)

Pairings/Relationships: Reaper!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: Implied Character Death, Animal Death, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Note: I was in a mood tonight and had the sad playlist going as I read Loving Reaper so I wrote a little thing inspired by it. Definitely gonna shoot some recognition to @fairyysoup for forging the path with Death and the Maiden and @vintagehellfire who is an excellent writer regardless and has mentioned a future Reaper!Eddie story. And of course @chestylarouxx who wrote the softest puppy story and @somnambulic-thing for their edit.

I guess this is a little love letter to all of you guys. And just...a soothing little thing for me.

I know this isn't the point but...I'll be making a donation to Chicago Animal Care & Control for some fun little treats so the little babies know how loved they are before they find their forever homes.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Life and Death have been in love for longer than we've had words to describe...

Eddie knew what it was like to be alone in the world, with no one to love and no place to turn to.

It wasn't that long ago that he was left to wander, to pass unseen, unable to meet a soul that cared to know who or what he was.

First his body had been left in the Upside Down to rot, and then his spirit was left to wander the Earth to do the same.

It jaded him.

Turned him off people, who saw his disheveled spectral form but thought nothing of him. Not to stop or even give him a second glance.

But animals?

Animals flocked to him.

That was where he rediscovered his place in this endless mortal coil.

He'd always considered himself an animal lover, feeding the stray cats and the raccoons that wandered around Forest Hills. Giving extra pets to Mr. Ford's dog that got left outside a little too often.

Even in Death, the birds ruffled their feathers and sung a little louder for him. A butterfly had no fear to land on his fingers and kiss them with their wings as they became bony and unfamiliar.

And the first time he came across a poor little soul that had been left, tethered to a stake, on the side of the road...he knew what his path would be.

He sad beside them and ran his hand overhear head, giving it companionship for the last time...

Maybe I was a bad dog?

No, you just loved bad people. You were a good boy.

...and when it was time to get up, they followed him for as long as they could, until they disappeared into starlight, feeling love for one last time.

It happened again and again.

Cats and birds and fish.

And he didn't know where they went when they crossed into starlight, but he took comfort that he was the one to ferry them there.

To show them the softness in death that they lacked in life.

One day...it wasn't an animal that earned his softness.

It was a human.

It was you.

He was softly petting a rabbit who had dreamed of a lush field of greens, and had only known a cage, promising them flowers and the blue skies and an endless spring when you'd shown up.

Determined.

Your hand went through his as you scooped the little creature up.

"I'm sorry Bunny," you whispered gentle. "Lets get you someplace nice."

He watched your retreating form resentfully. Not because you'd taken his charge away...but because you must have been just like the others. His natural resentment for everything human now.

He followed, of course, and watched as you nursed Bunny back to health. As you called around to friends and family to see who could take them. As you told your neighbor off for buying a rabbit on Easter in the first place if they had no intention of caring for it.

"Susie told me you'd brought it out to the woods. Bunny was dying. What did you even feed it?"

His anger dissipated, just the slightest bit. But he still distrusted you.

No matter. Bunny survived, and had the endless spring they deserved.

And Eddie could forget you.

But he couldn't. Because you showed up again and again, in his path. Stole his purpose from him.

Why he hung around, he wasn't entirely sure.

It's not like he needed to validate your sincerity. You'd stopped your car for enough ducks and bottle fed enough chipmunks for him to know that his little buddies were safe with you.

He could have moved on, soothed the abandoned souls and led them to starlight elsewhere.

He simply felt tethered to you.

Life sends countless gifts to Death...

You had even seen him one day.

You'd stumbled coming down the some steps as you shopped around town, a sudden and unexpected imbalance, and he grabbed you on instinct.

Eddie expected...well he didn't know what he expected. But it wasn't your hand coming to grip his. It wasn't your soft, relieved breath filling his hollow cheeks with life again. It wasn't the sparkle of your eyes meeting his as you thanked him.

"God I don't know what's wrong with me," you laughed. "Sorry...sorry. I didn't mean to just fall on you like that."

"It's alright," he replied with a voice gone raspy from lack of use. "People fall for me all the time."

The smoothness of his response was unexpected too.

You talked for a few minutes.

You always came this way; did he? Was he new in Hawkins? Did he try that coffee place on Main? Anyway, it was nice to meet him. You'd see him around.

He was dumbfounded.

Because you saw him.

You talked to him, touched him.

Showed him the humanity that he'd been lacking--secretly yearning for deep down--for decades. The kind that he had begun to believe didn't exist anymore.

And as you walked away, and as everyone ignored him, he decided he didn't want anything to do with it.

The time had come and gone. Eddie Munson had come and gone. The starlight, the softness, was his new purpose now.

Death was his new name.

He did his best to avoid you, but when had what he wanted ever come to fruition. The more he tried not to see you, the more you saw him.

A bird had fallen from the nest in your neighbor's yard, and you saw him as he carried their soul away, wings too small to fly yet.

You waved hello to him as you hobbled up the sidewalk, after you'd sprained something on your lunchtime walk.

He told another little friend at the animal shelter that their suffering was over, that the hands and feet that never stopped for them were silly and stupid. He would take them to the park for one last game of fetch.

And you were there for a work picnic, the sight of him being the only thing that had put any light in your eyes all day, tired and sunken as they were.

You'd really put your all into planning the picnic, you told him.

He couldn't care one bit.

All he saw was someone who tried too much, gave too much--to people and things--and he simply...despised it. Because those little things you did to give, also took.

They took from him.

He tried one last time to escape you.

Went to the beach.

Walked long and fast and far on untiring feet until his skeletal toes that had long-since ripped through the caps of his sneakers touched the lapping waves of Lake Michigan.

It was a wasteland, and exactly where he belonged. Exactly where he could give some softness. He was right where he needed to be.

The gulls looked for food and only found trash.

Choked on cigarette butts and straw wrappers.

He could sooth them, nourish them, lead them to oblivion.

When he was 12...his uncle had taken him to the beach and he'd witnessed two of the dastardly birds fighting over a piece of fried chicken.

He wished he could see that now.

And not you, sitting on a blanket reading, bundled up in a pullover and sweatpants that dwarfed you.

Funny he could have sworn he'd seen you in those during one of your first encounters. They fit fine then.

It wasn't a particularly cold day...but cold enough where there weren't that many people on the beach so it was easy for you to spot one another.

"Oh hey stranger," you called out to him with a weak wave. "How is it that we keep running into each other? Even 3 hours away at the lake?"

He couldn't help but approach you, maybe save you some embarrassment from the few other stragglers noticing you were talking to yourself on an empty beach.

"Must be fate," he commented bitterly.

"Hmm," you shrugged and looked back at your book.

Eddie sad beside you, uncaring if he was on the sand or not. He couldn't feel the grains between his bones. There was no discomfort anymore.

He considered that for a moment, his appearance. He was sure he was just...a skeleton in some ratty clothes now. But you never batted an eye at him.

Why did he care?

Curiosity. That was all.

"You never seem shocked to see me," he commented after a beat.

"Why should I be?" you asked. "We live in the same town right? This...I mean I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"No, I mean...how I look," he clarified.

"You're like...a metalhead right?" you asked and placed your book down. You hugged your knees to your chest and then reached out to poke a patch on his vest that, to him, was just a tangle of threads now. "Just a little dated. Ok, ok...a classic...forgive me. Metallica is a classic."

"Of course it's a classic. It's Metallica," he scoffed and rolled his eyes. You smiled at him serenely and he felt his ribcage bloat with something.

Joy. Fondness? Maybe you weren't that bad.

He'd just hardened his heart for so long.

"Where'd you even find that? Do you go to the Five Star Flea Market on Highway 69?"

"Never been."

"Garage sales then? I just had..." you yawned. "I just had a garage sale last weekend. Got rid of a lot of junk. I don't need it."

"One persons trash is another's treasure." His uncle always said that when they brought some chipped old mug home.

Where were those mugs now? He wondered.

He told you about them, told you about the Garfield one he got for Wayne for Father's Day one time.

"He hated it but refused to drink coffee from anything else," he told you proudly.

"I have these Campbells soup mugs," you contemplated. "You can have them if you want. One for you, one for your uncle."

"Oh uh..." How could he tell you that both he and Wayne were dead? He couldn't. "That's ok."

"I don't think you like me that much, Eddie," you announced after some time.

You'd wheedled his name out of him at some point.

The shame burned, replaced the fondness he'd realized was there.

"Why do you say that?"

"Just a feeling."

"I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't like you," he said confidently, truthfully. He allowed himself to be soft with you, for the first time, tone so different from what I had been before.

"We friends then?" you asked.

"Yeah...friends."

You both smiled, renewed by the agreement.

You were funny and kind and you got his humor and even recognized his favorite band. 30 years after the fact.

Metallica was a classic though. He'd wouldn't have offered his friendship if you didn't know them.

But yeah, you could be friends, maybe more if you had the time and the means...if you were gonna keep showing up in his life.

In his Death.

Eddie pushed himself to his feet and then held his hand out to you.

You didn't hesitate to grab it.

You felt a lot lighter as he pulled you up, floating almost.

And the two of you started walking, walking, walking...until the night came...until the darkness came.

The starlight.

And for the first time, Eddie didn't have to lose the softness of a new friend to the starlight. You were able to stay for him for a long time, hand entwined with his.

Into eternity.

...And death keeps them forever.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #stranger things blurb #grim reaper!Eddie munson

[shalscumbunny]

Lovely husband | Shalnark

How is he?

💖 The truth is that I feel that with collaboration (A LOT) and understanding, both the normal Shalnark and the Yandere Shalnark can be very good husbands (To the extent possible)

💖 Unlike other characters (COFCOFIllumiCOFCOF), I don't see it with the desire to become a housewife who cooks and takes care of her 17 children (Since we have talked previously in this profile that Shalnark hates the idea of ​​a baby poking around in his things and stealing your attention), I consider that he doesn't even care that you can't/know/want to cook for him, he will cook for both of you if he has time and if you can't go out to eat (In case of kidnapping they will ask for delivery).

💖 I think one of the reasons he wants a wife is to dress her pretty and show the world that he has the sprettiest wife, ask him to choose your clothes, you will make him happy (I think Shalnark has very good taste in dressing and dressing to others) will keep you dressed in fashion and/or according to his tastes, but if or if you will look good, I promise.

💖 It is worth mentioning that Shalnark is the 5000th spoiler, if you are good to him, he will be five times as good to you, he will buy you whatever you want (Money is not lacking here, dear ones) Clothes, jewelry, collectible figures, tablets, cell phones, bed, a pet, it doesn't matter if it's even ridiculous, maybe he makes fun of it, but he buys it for you ✨ Because he loves you and the best is little for you who are his beloved and beautiful wife ✨

💖 He likes that you talk to him, he loves that you talk to him, he likes to hear your voice, that you tell him your things (I would even say that he is quite a gossip)

Does he ask for a lot?

💖 The truth is that I feel that compared to others who ask for 87 children (Illumi and Kurapika), total submission (Chrollo and Feitan), etc. Shalnark really asks for little (Though it depends on what kind of person you are too, I guess).

💖 Shalnark only asks for your affection, your attention and love, he is a being in need of affection 24/7 and if you give it to him he will be more than happy.

💖 He doesn't ask that you receive him with the food prepared and the children well bathed and changed (He doesn't even ask for children or food). He just needs you to be at the door of the house with your arms open so that he can pick you up and spin you around the air while he fills your face with kisses and tells you that you are the most precious thing he has.

💖 He wants you to ask him about his day while you are sitting on his lap kissing his cheeks or scratching his hair (Scratch his hair, he needs it and he loves it)

💖 In case of a bad day he just wants to hide in your lap and you tell him that everything will be fine while you lovingly rub his back. You see? Simple!

SLEEP TOGETHER?

💖 Yes, absolutely yes (And of course in the best and most expensive bed)

💖 He snores a little, not enough to wake you up or make you feel uncomfortable, but if you tell him that it bothers you he will try everything to stop snoring because your sleep is very important.

💖 100% need for contact, he will sleep hugging you, the position does not matter but he will not let you go, so it is better not to drink water at night so that you do not feel like going to the bathroom because you will not be able to unless you wake him up

💖 It's hot? He's still going to hug you and if you ask him not to hug you because it's hot, he'll be sad, he'll get angry, and you'll be the one who has to apologize for hurting his sensitive feelings.

💖 But… BUT When it's cold!?!?!? feeling those muscular and strong arms around you is a dream, so warm and comforting at night, protecting you from everything, while you hear several "I love you" from Shalnark's lips in your sensitive ear. There is no better way to sleep.

Thank you so much for reading this shit 💖

Do you want a NSFW VERSION o or hear about other characters as husbands/wifes? Coment!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #shalnark #shalnark ryusei #genei ryodan #shalnark x reader #hxh shalnark #shalnark x you #hxh x reader #shalnarkryusei

[dairy-farmer]

Hi, actually, I've asked a few Dicktim au ideas at you as anon, but I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone a little, so I didn't hide myself this time... Anyway, here's a batcest au that goes a little too far

"Probably everyone knows about the most popular video game of recent times. The game, which was suddenly released and the producer of which was unclear, had appeared with the promise of a reward to the person who managed to complete all its parts. However, despite the attempts of almost everyone in the world, no one has succeeded so far. 'Batfamily' is a yandere otome game that hosts four possible partners. And there's only about a week left for the award to be given, so all the game lovers spread it around, who knows, maybe someone we never expected will be the lucky winner of completing."

Tim grunted as he connected the virtual reality glasses in his hand to the TV. He couldn't stand Steph's endless insistence again and became forced to do something he didn't want to.

Which he wasn't going to lie, the game actually had very interesting features. It had a high-level technology that allowed the formation of personalized characters by uploading all the characteristics of the player to the database, and according to what he had heard, the game's male leads also had remarkable features.

It's just that Tim wasn't good with romantic or dating simulation-style situations. He was happy with the war games himself, thanks Steph, but it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

The character formed depending on his own personality was a little strange. As time went on, he was doing photo shoots by walking on rooftops after the main characters, all of whom were vigilantes. It all started just like watching a movie, without even having a choice until he reached the age of about 12. After learning about the ground knowledge of the Tim's own character, he began the personal stories of the male leads.

He was officially turned into a caged bird with Bruce. He had taken away his freedom along with a tool that built a room inside the bat cave that could not be found by anyone and made Tim stay small forever. He had planted seeds of doubt in his mind for everyone he knew, had only tried to make him trust Bruce and only him.

Even when he tries to escape, he points out the presence of bad examples around him and said 'Let daddy protect you my little boy, everything is going to be alright. I will not going to let someone take you away. No, you are going to be with me forever...'

Together with Dick, there was an initial situation similar to the scenario of Bruce not letting Tim go again, but as time progressed, it turned out to be much different.

Dick had transformed Tim into a baby in every sense. He fed him with drugs that would make him lose control of his body, brought back his hairstyle from the first moment they met at the circus, dressed him in dresses with a diaper attached underneath

He also started acting like a kind of mother, and when Tim tried to run away, he slapped his butt and even his baby pussy with a very sad expression on his face saying 'How mommy is so sad to hurt his baby but Timmy is starting to become a bad boy so he has to do it... Is it starting to hurt baby, I am so sorry, why don't you come to mommy's lap and take mommy's cock in your baby pussy. It will make pain go away baby and if it not helps mommy will kiss your precious parts, don't worry...'

With Damian, he become a pet. He has to take obedience training because his owner is so kind to him even when he is nothing more than a bitch in heat. Make Tim swallow everything he gives to him, breed him and make him pregnant with puppies

'Are you going to be a good mama for your babies or are you going to try pumping on my legs like a desperate slut? Oh, I see now. Then I think we need a few more lessons for your traning...'

And with Jason, everything was a little more violent. He cut off all the limbs that could help Tim move, smiling every second, and then began to walk around holding his bandaged body by the waist. He made him sit on his lap and eat, and at some times stroked his hair, and at other times, because he knew he couldn't move, he filled him with sperm and left the room to do his own things

'You know little bird, if you can't move you can't try to do drugs. If you can't move you won't leave me all alone by myself. And if you can't move then I am going to be the only one who can kill you...'

He was sure that he didn't want to continue the game after all four of these episodes, but there was only the general part where everyone was together, and no one had ever made so much progress before. And it wasn't like Tim didn't start wondering how much more dependent they could be for no reason. So he waited for the introduction music of the last episode to play and continued the game

The result was a complete disappointment...

Everything was actually developing quite nicely. There was even a scenario that he could call normal, except for threats of being killed and having his throat slit and left for dead covered in blood. But what really made Tim happy was the fact that everyone could start getting along with each other. This has never happened in any personal story, and Tim even began to believe that the concept of 'Batfamily' in the title of the game was real

But then his character died suddenly. He died on a mission that he went with his team, not even by the main characters in the game

What was the point of everything then? That's why Tim didn't like anything other than war games, okay... So stupid, not even a real ending... As he grunted, he noticed how sleepy he was starting to get... Oh, maybe he should have gone to bed, because there's school tomorrow, right?

And then he woke up on a different bed(different how, why is everything is so not right) to a smiling Dick on his bedside. Ah, he probably slept in the manor instead of his own nest then. But he is still sleepy so maybe he should lie down a little bit more, right?

He didn't see the promising dark glint in the normally happy eyes...

And cut... It would probably be nice for me to explain a little bit in order to fully reflect what's in my head. Tim really died on a mission with his team without any way of salvation. Just before his death, everyone in the family had really started to get along with each other, but Tim's funeral left everyone devastated.

Everything I've mentioned as a personal story is fantasies that the characters start to create in their own dreams in order to prevent Tim from leaving. The main general part is what is really done. The game contained magic, which was also the reason why no one who played it except in a different world that was most similar to their own Tim was successful. As soon as Tim finished all the episodes, he was teleported to the other world along with the memories of his dead version. They'll probably start implementing their dreams in the personal story on him now, but that's all I have. It's been a little long, but I hope I didn't bore you

hello!!!!! great to hear from you!!!! don't worry no one sharing their ideas with me will ever be boring!! i'm always so excited to read about all the different au's and ideas everyone comes up with!!!

and the trope of 'otome isekai' is one i've seen growing lately and thinking about along with tim is sooooo interesting 👀👀👀👀👀 it's definitely much rarer to see- combined with my favorite kind of genre in fic 'alternate universes clashing or interacting with each other'!!!!!!!

the concept of losing tim and how it drove the bats a little bit insane is so good because it results in them being insane enough to come up with this plan to drop a 'game' into various universes to find their perfect tim and take them home and make him their little wife/the mother of their children. the alternate universe tim clearly doesn't have any 'bats' in his universe which of course makes him an ideal target because the last thing the bats would want is to tick off another bat family. but the almost horror movie scenario with tim slowly getting more and more sucked into the game because of an innocent determination to beat it and win and then getting tangled up in this plot is so good!!! especially at the end where there's a clear cut between him in his normal world and him in the new one where he dismisses the fact that he's in the manor rather than his nest.

the only way tim would suspect anything amiss would be working backwards from people's reaction to him to figuring out he had died....but then if he were dead...how was he still alive....

a dark batfam going to any lengths necessary to their tim back and manipulating things behind the scenes to the point that tim doesn't even realize he's being lured until they already have him is so perfect!!!

#answered asks #asks #dicktim #brutim #jaytim #damitim

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞voicemails with hanbin

✰ pairings : bf!hanbin x gn!reader

✰ genre : romance + fluff + heavy angst

✰ synopsis : they say, regret is stronger than gratitude, and hanbin wished he would have said it all sooner. he was late, and there was no way he could turn back the time

✰ warnings : mentions of character death, grief, loss, angst, miscommunications and cursing, hallucinations, mentions of suicide, mentions of death as a joke

one 𖨂

"good morning my love, it's 4 a.m but who cares right? i knew you did, you cared for me so so much. but it's already been 127 days. 127 days of pure torture without you not being by my side. without you not baking your favorite cinammon rolls for us. i miss it. from your lame jokes to your cute little giggles. i watch your favorite movie regularly, i still buy myself two scoops of ice cream because i knew you loved the flavor yet you would hesitate to share, i still have your phone with me, and even though I keep sending these voicemails to you without any hope of receiving one back, i just hope wherever you are, you are happy. and safe. i've been dreaming of you again. it started a month ago and although, it seems so real, i know it's not true. you are so close to me, yet so so far my angel. these memories of us; will forever be with me. and no matter what, i won't stop loving you."

two 𖨂

"i'm back again my love, and it's currently day 200. your friends visited me yesterday and although it was to make each of us feel better, all we talked about is you. no one has forgetten you angel, no one. even the florist remembers you and one day he asked me where you were. i said that you've gone far away on your new journey, opening an entirely new book of your life. one which doesn't have me, maybe? our relationship was the most significant one in my life. you made me feel alive. but perhaps that doesn’t mean it was meant to be forever. our relationship, and you, have shaped me more than anything or anyone has or ever will. i am becoming the man i was intended to be. nothing will shake me again, and that’s all credit to the strength I’ve gained from the life I shared with you. thank you. thank you for teaching me how to love again, and thank you for loving me."

three 𖨂

"i'm angry. at you. i hate you for leaving me all alone in this world! i had no one except you! but why did you have to leave so early? couldn't you take me with you? couldn't we be the forever we always talked about? what about the cat we were planning on adopting? what about a cottage nearside the shore with mini you's and me? what about all of the promises you made? are you breaking them really? are you not going to come back ever? are you seriously leaving me during my worst?! i'm so sorry for not taking you to that concert of the group you loved, i'm very sorry for not doing couple skincare when you wanted. and i'm sorry for all the times i hurt you. please, just come back? i can't do this without you. you're my other half. my soulmate. just- let me see you once more, please? i want you in my arms, i want to look into your eyes when we kiss and i want to slow dance with you every evening. just come back. this is the only thing i want from you baby."

four 𖨂

baby, even this word feels so unfamiliar on my lips now. i haven't met anyone after you. there is no after. you were my one and only. and it ended the moment your hand dropped in the ambulance. i will never ever forget that day. that pale look on your face as your cried in my shoulder. but i could do nothing! absolutely nothing! i've never felt so useless in my life. i couldn't even save you, what kind of fiancé am i? we were going for trial of your wedding dresses and so suddenly you couldn't breathe. you told me, with tears running down your face as you grasped on me tightly. to do something. to do something that could save you. and i failed. i'm so fucking sorry love. i fucked up very bad, and i know it. but your friends, my friends, your parents, all of them tell me it wasn't my fault. but how could it not be when you said you knew that i would save you? you trusted me with your life! and i? let that trust go in vain. i don't think i'll ever forget, 13th of june, when i let you go."

five 𖨂

are you okay? are the other angels keeping my angel safe and happy? i hope they are. i hope you're not mad at me. you have all right to be, but there's a bit of hope in me that you might not be mad at me. please baby, just say something except for 'hi, this is yn. i'm currently unavailable please leave a message' i left you nearly 500 voicemails and all i ever receive is radio silence? it's not fair baby. it's not. please, don't punish me this way. please. i beg you to come back, even though i know it's impossible. i'll wait for you, even if it might take forever or 2-3 rebirths. i'll wait for you."

six 𖨂

"it's day 467 and i thought i was close to moving on, then everything stirred up again and i realized i had only buried you deep in my heart, there's no way i could forget you. little by little, everything is becoming distant. from your voice, to the feel of your hair under my fingers, to your face. and i fear i might forget all the things about you. which is like my worst fear. sometime in the day i go from loving you to hating you. the hate is just a way i am trying to fool myself. how could i ever hate you? i will have only love for you. i hope to see you one day and only appreciate the love and laughs we shared. i often think about the times we’d be falling over in the kitchen laughing, trying not pee. or in bed cracking up, while I hit your arm from laughing so hard. or when you cheat by sitting on my lap and winning all the games witj cheating. i don't mind. it felt good to see you smile. one day i will grow old with grey hair and wrinkles, but i will still love you. one day, when i lay motionless, i wish to be buried beside you. i wish to see your face when my eyes close. i wish to say i love you upon my last breath. and i wish to see you with the stars. i wish to be loved by you in every life."

seven 𖨂

"it's day 1000. i brought you a new phone so i could keep sending you voicemails. i still recharge your data everyday, and i still listen to all the voicemails you sent me, in hopes you did the same. but of course, you can't. i keep fooling myself, and dragging myself deeper and deeper into my delusions that now i've started seeing you. everywhere. when i wake up, at work, in the mirror, and even when i sleep. your face- it haunts me now. you walk up to me in my dreams or nightmares, and tell me how you hate me. or how i put myself before you. you called me selfish. you told me that i didn't love you. i didn't love you? i've been loving you endlessly, my angel. my therapist says i need to stop sending you voicemails now. or i won't be able to move on. but what if i don't want to? what if i want to be surrounded by you, engulfed with these hallucinations till i die? people call me crazy at work, i know that. they don't talk to me afraid that i might make them crazy as well. but I want them to know what love is. it can be both a boon or a curse. and now, it has turned to be a curse. but not once do i regret it. i will meet you in every life. and i will love you in every life. i can only hope that each lifetime, we learn faster and love harder. maybe eons down the road, we will actually work out. if we do, I can’t wait to experience that love. and if we don’t, i’m at peace because I know in my soul that every time we finally walk away from each other, this will always be the relationship and you will always be the person that made me who i was meant to be. i am coming to you now. i can't live like this. goodbye, my love. this might be the last voicemail you receive. just know that i love you. always and forever"

#ॱଳ͘ #zb1 hanbin #writing #romance #writing inspiration #scenarios #sung hanbin #hanbin x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader

[darthstitch]

fic: but all I want is for you to shine (shine down on me)

1.

This really started with Jeddie.

If it had been up to Rose Walker, she might have wanted to forget about Dream of the Endless, the whole business about being a "child of the Endless," her best friend suddenly ending up pregnant with a magic baby and nearly getting murdered.  Sure it was to save the world and all, but still.  "Mixed emotions" was an understatement.  

Her dreams were blessedly ordinary for a good long while.  Memories of Mom and her childhood, Grandma Unity's dollhouse and her as a little girl playing with it, although she had never gotten to do that in real life.  Sometimes, there were dreams of flying or swimming in a vast ocean filled with stars.  Sometimes it was bits of inspiration for her book.  

And okay, if she had just vented a little bit about how she'd been manipulated in the way she'd written the character of King Somnio, well, who could blame her, right?

"He's really nice, Rose," Jed said to her after reading her very first book - her first published novel, which was still quite thrilling to her.  

"Who's nice, Jeddie?"

"Uncle Dream.  He's nice."

"You call him Uncle Dream now?"  Rose was incredulous.  

Jed chortled. "Yeah, that made him look all funny but then he said, 'I suppose that is technically accurate, Jed Walker, less a few "greats."' Her little brother did his best impression of Dream's deep, resonant voice with the expected comedic results. "He actually liked it. I can tell."

"But why do you say he's nice, Jeddie?"

"He listens and he helps me when I go on adventures as the Sandman and he likes it when I show him my Sandman comics and we get to talk about what we're going to do next as the Sandman, fighting the regular bad guys and the nightmares too." Jed beamed. "He doesn't think it's stupid or silly like… well, not-Uncle Barnaby." He scowled. "Just Barnaby. He's not my uncle anymore anyway."

"Aww, Jeddie. Barnaby's not gonna hurt you anymore. Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore, I promise." Rose drew her little brother close for a hug, still thankful that she'd gotten to him in time.

"Uncle Dream also helps me face the nightmares too, Rose," Jed murmured.

She hugged him tighter.

2.

Rose doesn't expect to find herself in the Throne Room of the Dreaming. Then again, maybe she should have, after that conversation with Jeddie a few days ago.

The King of Dreams is not actually sitting on his throne. He's on the floating staircase that's leading up to it, sitting in a comfortable sprawl, his ridiculously long black coat trailing behind him.

Her book is in his hands.

A hot flush rises up the back of her neck. For some reason she just feels horribly embarrassed, even though she really shouldn't be, because what is there to be embarrassed about right?

There's a faint smile on his face as he's reading her book.

"Hello, Rose Walker. How have you been keeping?"

"Um. I'm… fine?"

"You sound unsure," And he sounds amused, damn him.

"I don't know - I mean, you're reading -- " She gestures helplessly at the book in his hands - her book.

"It's really very good. I rather enjoyed it. Although Lucienne thinks you might wish to be kinder to the King in your next story."

She huffs. "You would think that."

"I said it was Lucienne, not I." His expression turns wry. "I believe the King has gotten no more than what he deserved, don't you think?" He gestures at her to sit next to him - the movement is, as always, regal and graceful.

She does.  She draws her knees up to her chin, blows out a breath.  "Will you tell me about the previous vortex you had to deal with?"

"Why do you ask me this question, Rose?"

"Because I don't know how to feel about you anymore!" She finally explodes.  "I liked you, Morpheus.  And then suddenly, I'm this vortex and I could end up ending the universe and you were gonna have to kill me and I just wanted to find my brother but I'm gonna have to die and then my grandma had to do it and I only just found her and, and after my mom died -- "

She's horrified that she suddenly bursts into tears but she can't stop herself, the words and the feelings just tumble out.

There's a hand on her back, a gentle, almost tentative touch.  Through blurry eyes, she's being offered a handkerchief.  It's white.

She finds herself making a watery, hiccupy laugh.  

"What is it that you find so amusing?"

"I thought it would be black, what with the whole emo goth thing you've got going on."  She takes the handkerchief anyway, blots at her tears, blows her nose with an inelegant snort.  

"I am sorry, you know."  There was a soft sigh.  "I had intended to simply use you to find the other Arcana.  I had a realm to rebuild and I had been away for far too long.  It was wrong of me to treat you thus.  If you fear me now, it is no less than what I deserve."  

"But that's kind of the point, Morpheus.  I don't want to be afraid of you.  Jed isn't afraid of you.  And I don't have so much family left that I can just ignore my newly found great-great uncle, even if he happens to be some kind of magical eldritch being."  

"Dream."

"Huh?"

"Dream is the name I would prefer, for family and dear friends."  

"All right.  Tell me about the story about the vortex."  Rose takes a deep breath and tries it out.  "Uncle Dream."

And he does.  

3.  

"NOPE."

Rose is fully aware that Dream of the Endless is perfectly capable of turning her into a mushroom or a frog or some such thing but she doesn't care. She is far too busy dragging along her not-struggling-too-hard magical eldritch Addams Family member into the nearest Tesco's because this requires reinforcements.  

"You are taking very great liberties with my person, Rose Walker, I hope you realise this."

"Balls or bollocks to that," Rose tells him archly.  She does a quick scan of the freezer.  "HA! FOUND YOU!"  She grabs two tubs of ice cream, coffee and chocolate fudge and hands it off to Dream.  "Hold this.  I'm getting cookies."

"Why are we doing this?"  The tone is hilariously plaintive.  It's adorable.  She's not sure how Hob Gadling has let her ridiculous dramatics-prone uncle out of his sight and reach for even just five minutes.  They're both idiots, she decides then and there.

"Because you are not going to play the tragic figure, standing in the rain, pining over lost love."  Rose pokes him in the chest.  "You are going to tell me about your boyfriend of the past 600 years -- "

"We are not romantically entangled -- "

"THAT'S THE ENTIRE PROBLEM, YOU NUMPTY!"  People are staring, some hastily stifling smiles as they're getting the gist of the situation.  Rose does not care.  "You want to be, right, Uncle Dream?"

"..."

"Sorry, Uncle Dream, I don't speak eldritch mumble."

"yes"  The admission is so soft, so painfully quiet and pained that Rose's heart aches for him.  She settles for gently patting his arm.  

"It is a human rule that these kinds of things are best resolved with ice cream and cookies," She tells him decisively.  

"I have not heard of this human rule."  

There it is, a ghost of a smile fleeting across that pale, handsome face.  If Dream had ever directed the real version of That Smile in Hob Gadling's general direction, he'd have been pounced on immediately. That is, if the man had any brains.  The jury is still out on that, Rose knows.  

"You're hearing it now. So ice cream, cookies and talking like sensible grown-up beings.  No ridiculous tragical pining, not on my watch.  Okay?"

"As you wish."

She chortled.  "See, Princess Bride references already!  You're on the right track, Uncle Dream.  Let's go snag your Dread Pirate Roberts, all right?"

"You realize that you have cast me as Buttercup in this scenario."

"... and Hob is an ancient medieval nickname for Robert.  Your point being...?"

A sigh.  "The point is that I would very much like chocolate chip cookies.  The ones that your brother Jed says are the chunky kind."

Rose blinks.  But Dream looks less like a sad wet cat now and those brilliantly blue eyes are gleaming with mischief, rather than tears.  She's gonna take what she can get.  "Chocolate chunk cookies it is."  

4.

It is entirely due to the Tesco's Ice Cream Incident, which subsequently led to a Certain Pair of Idiots Finally Getting Their Shit Together, that led to Rose being formally inducted into the Conspiracy of the Ravens.  

Okay, so it's a Raven, an ex-Raven-turned-Librarian, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, one son of Adam, a baby Gargoyle and one immortal.  But Matthew said that the name sounded cool and Rose had to agree.  

When Matthew explains to her what the Conspiracy was all about, she finally realized the truth.

Matthew was the shared brain cell between her idiot uncle and idiot history professor.  

Lucienne deserved to be crowned Queen of the Universe, for putting up with so much of this clusterfuckery.  

Her gods-be-damnned grandparent definitely deserved a massive kick in the nuts.  Twice. For her grandma Unity and Dream.

And nope, Certain Things were not going to happen to their Morpheus, not if they had anything to say about it.  

Rose was in.  

5.  

Rose, of course, was absolutely right about Dream's smile and its effect on one Professor Robert "Hob" Gadling.  Folded like a wet paper bag.  Melted like butter on a hot pan.  Absolute slush.  

It was simultaneously hilarious and adorable.  

Rose also noted the more frequent appearance of those smiles and was rather surprised and touched to learn that she and her brother were also causing them.  

As was the first time Dream had referred to her with unmistakable affection as "my dear Rose."  

She also found that it was very useful to have an uncle who also happened to be Prince of Stories and absolutely refused to indulge her own bout of self-pity while suffering writer's block. Being literally carried off to Tesco's for ice cream and cookie therapy was its own kind of mortifying and endearing.

Matthew was no longer her favorite Raven as he had been too busy laughing at her own predicament.

6.  

Excerpt from a book review from The New York Times:

Rose Walker continues to be a fantastic new voice in the realm of fantasy, with the follow up to her best-selling debut novel.  It is also a further expansion of her earlier published short story, "The King of All Night's Dreaming."

She continues her enchanting tale with the charismatic and mysterious King Somnio, who is fast becoming one of the most beloved characters in fantasy fiction.  The character development here is nothing short of compelling, as the layers are peeled away from what we earlier thought was a cold and calculating monarch ...  

The dedication page of Rose Walker's second novel:

For Uncle Dream, our Prince of Stories

-end-

Footnote the First:  The TikTok channel run by the Hellfire Club has a new update.  The hashtag is #storytime.  It has a brief clip of "Professor Thomas Murphy" reading from The Princess Bride.  The audience is a mix of university students and their younger siblings, all clearly having a great time.  

Footnote the Second:  There is also a clip of "Inigo Montoya" (Duncan MacLeod) and "the Dread Pirate Roberts" (Hob Gadling) reenacting their duel on the same TikTok channel.  Clearly, Professor MacLeod was having too much fun delivering the immortal lines:  "My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die."  

Footnote the Third:  Lucienne is a huge fan of Rose Walker's books and is absolutely delighted to read the latest installment when they appear in the Castle Library.  It takes an enormous amount of self-discipline not to spoil anyone as to what happens next.

Footnote the Fourth:  There was a lot of speculation about the dedication in Rose Walker's book and rumors abounded that "Uncle Dream" was, in fact, the real-life inspiration for King Somnio.  Rose declined to comment on this when asked, opting instead for a mysterious smile. 

#the sandman #dream of the endless #rose walker #dream and rose #dreamling #i crack what i want #jed walker #dream and his niblings #hob gadling #as you wish #princess bride references #shhh nobody tell neil

[romeulusroy]

No One Knows The Violence It Took To Become This Gentle (Connor Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Connor

Word Count: 1,262

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: First of all when I read the quote I used in the title I absolutely sobbed I want it tattooed on my body. Being at home brings mixed feelings. Ya gurl is a big baby and has already cried once. I've never written anything for Connor and I thought he deserved some love. I'm sorry his first fic is for therapy. I don't know how relatable it will be, it just helps to get it out. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

When there is an angry man in your house, it is said that there will always be an angry man in your house. In your house, in your life, in your heart. Against all odds, you have vowed that if there was another angry man in your house, in your home, that only one of you would be left standing. You have made it your mission not to have an angry man at your side, in your bed, sitting at your kitchen table. Not to be trapped in anger disguised in love. In broken promises. In slammed doors and broken glass. In everything wrong with all the love you’ve been shown in your life. You swore off dating, off relationships, off anything and anyone that would get close enough to see the fear in your eyes. You distanced yourself from them, the world, from friends in relationships wanting to set you up with someone. From siblings and cousins, all of them with partners, significant others, husbands and wives and life partners, all of them insisting you’re missing something in your life. You smile, you shrug, you assure them you’ve got everything you want and at the end of the day, you crawl into bed alone. It gets lonely. Of course it does, but you’d rather not risk it. You have finally found freedom. You have finally found safety. You have finally found solace. 

You can’t go back to that angry man, to that house. You just can’t. And yet, you do. 

The floors creaked, and the door whined, but not because the house was old. It was falling apart. This was not your childhood home. That's been long gone, made over, the memories you have dead and buried. This house is home to bad things. Bad things that have happened, that you can't stop remembering, He takes your hand, squeezes it, reminding you he’s there. Always. You're face to face with the front door. With this house and the angry man that lives inside. You’re not sure you can do it, face him. You miss home. Every part of you does, but not the reality of it. Those hallmark movies with fireplaces and hot chocolate, with the loving mothers and caring fathers, that’s what you miss. The warmth, the embrace. Not this, not the truth. Your room, your old room, the one place you could find peace in, was overtaken by someone else. Someone is needed. Everything that had once been yours belonged to other people. Others who loved the angry man, who couldn’t love you as much because there wasn’t enough room in their hearts. The wind knocks the air from your lungs. You are already crying, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall. He waits as long as possible, as long as you need, ready to shrug off his jacket and drape it around your shoulders. You’ll have to go in at some point, soon, or you’ll get a call, a text. They’ll come looking. Quickly, you wipe your eyes, dropping his hand to open the door. You feel him touch your shoulders, the heat from inside the house warming your cheeks. 

He sat beside you, thanking him for the meal, for the time and effort he didn’t actually put into it, but expected the praise for. You didn’t have to beg him to be nice. You didn’t have to explain the eggshells you walked on were normal. He understood. Everyone sat around the table, pretending to be normal, pretending, at any moment, he wouldn’t explode over the smallest thing. The same table you sat at long before, apologizing to him for standing up for yourself, your loved ones. The same table he didn’t accept that apology, feeling too hurt by your words. Near the kitchen, the sink, you remember holding a sopping wet pan in, ready to defend yourself when he got violent. Across from the bathroom you would hide yourself in, listening and crying as they fought. It was one of the only doors with a lock. It was one of the only places that guaranteed safety. You watched it all play out, that familiar sense of dread and fear blossoming in the middle of your chest. His hand is on your knee, drawing you back to the conversation, the forced content across their faces, the smile he wears instead of rage. He knows most of this, if not all, but he can’t feel it the way you do. He can’t watch it play on loop before his eyes. You manage a smile, wishing for the night to be over. 

Cleaning up the dishes was always your job. They leave the table without a second thought, lost in meaningless conversation, ignoring you and your sponge. He beckens for him to join. Your love, torn between worlds, begs you with his eyes for an answer. You nod, insisting he go with them. It’s just easier. Your being good is meant to make everything easier. Your water is warm, the kitchen is quiet. His laugh makes you sick. Reminds you of the jokes he made about you, your body, sexualizing you when you were so young. Too young. Making you ashamed, fearful. When he found out he was fuming, the most angry you’d ever seen him. When you flinched, watching his hands turn into fists, he let them go, immediately apologizing. You didn’t want him to be sorry, you didn’t want to be like this, so sensitive. You wear loose clothing, layered, trying to hide your body as best you can. He takes notice of this, but decides to say nothing. Your sleeves are rolled up, soap running down your hands. The foundation is crumbling. The water tastes of blood. You’re not sure how much harder you can scrub the glass, your skin, before you can feel clean again, before it's clean again. 

Coffee and dessert are served. Connors smile never fades, never falters, even when you jump at the sound of his voice rising, your own breath catching in your throat. You’re thankful for him, his presence. He is not an angry man. He is quiet, content, he never slams a glass or kicks a door. He is thoughtful, never reactive. Kind and considerate. He is your gentle giant. Your hand finds his under the table, grounding you back to your seat before you have the chance to wander. To your old room where you screamed and cried and called for help. To the couch, the floor, you slept on when your room didn’t exist, shivering in the winter night because there was no heat. To the deck where you sat eating dinner alone at your loneliest. To this house, which made you so sad, so scared, so willing to hurt yourself if it meant things would get better. They are better. Far away, you have a home, just you and Connor. It is bright and soft and no one is ever angry. He loves you and you love him, faults and all. You’ve got it all, everything the angry man in your home ever wanted. You kept your vow, that he would never find his way back to you. You found your sense of safety in him, in Connor, in his sweet nature. You don’t hide anymore. You don’t have to lock the bathroom door. You're not lonely anymore. Your bed isn’t half-full. You’ll go home and leave this place behind, like you’d been planning all along, like you’d been dreaming of since childhood. You'll never have to be near this angry man ever again.

#writing #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader

[bombshelllblonde]

hiiihihii!! im backkkk to tell u abt my rdr playthough bc im bored asf haha

¡love this game omg!! the graphics, the story, the details UGH!!!!

hunting is actually so fun for no reason- i bought so many fancy ass guns too 😭

also my play type whenever i play ANY story game thats open world is to do every possible thing every except the actual story so i get a bunch of stuff and then its so muvh easier

in short i have 6000+ dollars 😋

bonus of exploring everything is i got thw white arabian and i love her sm ‼️‼️ i named her pearl and she is my baby

dress up is my seconf favorite hobby

my fav outfit rn is the red vest w the floral pattern on the front (i forget what its called) n the black french dress shirt underneath + the bison necklace talisman

(also arthur w medium-long length hair n short facial hair>>>)

this game is so detail oriented, its kind of insane- im doing a high honor run atm, and i came across the blind beggar for the third (?) time and the blind guy said and i quote

"that is which killing you will finally help you, friend- to hear and see."

is this foreshadowing this feels like foreshadowing

also ik arthurs dies (bc of tiktok edits and fics, they artists in this fandom is amazing!!!) and im not prepared at all 😭 im going to procrastinate so bad 

ALSO CHARLES DESERVES SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

yk the hole lil speech he has at the campfire yk "most human beings seem to know why they were born but, for me- its seems i was just mean ton hurt and suffer myself" that one

im bawling istg if he doesnt get a good ending im going to be writing a formal complaint to rockstar games

anyways

tw opinions (ik bro its crazy to have opinions in 2024 whattt no wayy)

ive gotten to the point in playing where im in ch 3, and the only way i can progress the actual story is to help micah rob a stagecoach or whatever

micah is a bastard and i dont like him

him as a character is rlly well written and awesome but,,,,,hes,,,slimy,,and i hate him,,,,so he can wait for a little longer ☺️

my favorite characters rn in no particular order is

arthur (obviously) , charles , sean , javier , tilly , marybeth , and kieran

my pookies ‼️‼️

moving on im so sorry this is so so long 😭 idk anyone who likes rdr irl lmao

anyway hope u have a nice day and no wolves attack you and spoke ur horse who bucks you off a cliff

(in rdr btw)

((true story also))

yo, having 6k in chapter 3 is amazing. good for you!

my first playthrough i got the white arabian and i named her Lemoyne Tree as a tribute to the state of Lemoyne and my favorite post malone song Lemon Tree. But she always got super dirty so i then went to the lake next to Strawberry and tamed the red chestnut arabian. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that one, she's gorgeous and arthur always gets that one when i play it. my beautiful baby girl Diablo <3

also yes. heckin FUCK MICAH BELL. even from the beginning he's been a slime ball. hate that man <3

i won't go too far, but just keep yourself high honor towards the end of the game. you need that to be your first ending. :')

Charles deserves the absolute world. just listening to him speak and hanging out with him at camp, and the missions you continue on to do with him throughout the game are so much fun. charles is someone i wish i could have in my real life because he seems like he would be the best person to speak to and hang out with. he is so lovely and down to earth. even arthur says it a couple times throughout the game. charles gets a good ending i promise.

my top blorbos are Arthur, Dutch, Charles, Hosea, and Josiah Trelawny my absolute beloved <33333 just wait until you go on the mission with Charles to find trelawny. one of my favorite missions ever ever ever ever!!

a lot of people dislike dutch, but i love him so much. he is my actual father. i love him.

i also hate john. let me know how you feel about that little greasy weasel of a man. :)))

i'm so so so glad you're having fun and i am very invested, so please continue to keep me updated on what ur doing because i need to live vicariously through you. if i could erase my entire mind and replay the game over and over again for the first time, i totally would

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr 2 #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #red dead redemption memes

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: finally our two main characters interact. It’s a small chapter but I hope you all like it. ☺️

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER VIII: HONEY

Those eyes.

Those eyes make Ophiuchus want to drop to his knees by her feet and promise to give her whatever she wants. The eyes that he saw countless times before in his dreams.

Eyes that look like pools of honey.

Soft, sweet and alluring. But with an undertone that looks like embers.

One that clearly says, I’m more than what you see in the surface.

He can feel his heart hammering away on his chest, in a way it never did with anyone. He schools his face. He is still a High Lord, he still has to hold himself aware specially in a place where so many are strangers even if most are somewhat family to his mate.

His Mate.

She offers him a shy smile, before she breaks away their stare, looking down at her hands that are folded on her lap. But Ophiuchus doesn’t miss the slight red hue that colors her cheeks.

“Okay… she’s precious,” He hears Ayla whisper, “and me thinking she couldn’t be more cute.”

Elain is the first to notice their little interaction, seconds before Reverie dips her head, but is Helion who brings everyone’s attention to it.

“I believe congratulations are in order?” He says looking between the High Lord of Dusk and the youngest Archeron.

Reverie sees by the corner of her eye Feyre and Rhys share a glance, probably talking with one another.

“What about we let them chat? It’s not fair they haven’t been able to yet.” Feyre says.

“Oh that’s a good idea, Lady Feyre.” Ayla says with a nod, turning to those from Dusk, “come on people, let’s move.”

Following the cue, the others slowly start to leave. Elain places a kiss at the top of Reverie’s head and squeezes her shoulder.

“Nesta.” Feyre calls upon noticing that her oldest sister is full on glaring at the High Lord, Cassian standing behind her looking half amused, half worried.

“I don’t care who you are or what titles you hold. You hurt her and they won’t find your body, or your ashes or any trace of you.” Nesta says, slowly and deadly.

“Lady Death,” Ophiuchus merely inclines his head at her threat.

“Nesta.” Feyre repeats in a more demanding tone.

“Just making sure he knows Fey, just making sure he knows.” Nesta says, as she begins to walk out of the room.

Feyre shakes her head, and moves to close the door, giving Reverie a small smile before she does.

And Reverie doesn’t quite knows if she should stand up and courtesy or if she should stay seated and say something or….

Thankfully he makes the decision on what the outcome shall be. He walks towards the chaise where she is sitting and took her hand that she moved to rest on the chairs arm and raised her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“My Lady, I waited quite a while to meet you.” His voice is deep and low but warm.

“I’m sorry?” She says tentatively, voice just above a whisper. Because what you say to that? Maybe she should have questioned her sisters more about mating bonds.

“Merely a fact, My Lady, no need for apologies. Especially since from what I’ve been told this world and some of its concepts are relatively new to you.”

“Reverie.”

“Pardon me?”

“My name. It’s Reverie.” She says softly.

“You surely fit such.” Ophiuchus says with a small found smile breaking through his previously rather stoic face. “Well Lady Reverie Archeron, It’s a pleasure, I’m Ophiuchus Hesperus.”

Reverie gives him a smile and an inclination of her head.

“I feel like I should apologize for my sister. Nesta can be overprotective.” Reverie says, as Ophiuchus takes a seat across from her.

“Siblings from what I’m told and what I’ve seen tend to be. Especially older with younger ones.” Ophiuchus says with a shrug.

“Doesn’t help I’m the youngest.” Reverie says with a nod.

“By much?”

“Not that much. But considering my age they tend to be a bit of overdrive.”

Ophiuchus hums, “may I ask?”

“Sorry?”

“May I ask how old you are? I know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age or so Ayla tells me.”

“oh… well you know how me and my sisters came to be High Fae, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I'm eighteen.” Reverie says.

Ophiuchus nods, before humming. “Does it bother you?”

“What?” Reverie frowns, not expecting for him to ask that or for it to be his reaction.

“Does it bother you that im much older than you?”

“No…” she shakes her head, but then a dreadful thought passes her mind, “I-… Does it bother you that I’m much younger?”

“No, as I said My Lady, I waited for you. I do not mind it. But im glad I will be there to see you reach milestone birthdays.”

“Like my twentieth?” Reverie asks with an smile.

“I was thinking more like your fifties and hundreds, but we surely can start with your twenties… Mother above I feel old.” Ophiuchus says after a beat.

“Very pretty though.” Reverie says, and her eyes widen when she realizes she said it out loud, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet.

“You look like a lovely ethereal being.” He says, “I’m flattered by your words, My Mate.”

Reverie feels a deep satisfaction bloom in her chest at his words, at him calling her Mate. Her heart feels like it’s so warm.

“But well…” Ophiuchus begins and leans forward a bit, his elbow resting on his leg. “Tell me about you?”

Reverie blinks confused but a small smile on her lips when she processes the words, “what do you wish to know?”

“Now the basics, your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite flower. Eventually, all you are willing to tell me.”

“Will you be doing the same?” She asks, tilting her head slightly, in a way that makes her look like a kitten and almost has Ophiuchus smiling widely at her, almost.

“If you wish me to do so, My Mate.” He says taking her hand in his tentatively and once again bringing it to his lips, brushing them against her knuckles.

Ask me whatever your heart desires, My Mate. For books, pets, jewels and dresses. For my answers, my deepest secrets. I shall give them all to you. He adds in his head.

…..

Taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms

#acotar fanfiction #archeron sisters #dusk court

[lifeofkaze]

"Where We'll Go From Here" or "Where the Hell I've Been"

l don't think there's ever been a post writing which has hurt as much as this one, but, well, let's get it over with.

Those of you who follow this blog (and have for a while) will maybe have noticed that I've become rather quiet, lately. Have for a while, actually, but increasingly so since the beginning of 2023.

There's been reasons for this, of course. Looking at my history since starting this blog a little over 2 years ago, I've made well over 9.000 posts, written and completed 3 multichapter fics of over 100k words each, contributed heavily to a fandom-wide project, and written over 100 (jeez...) published or unpublished short stories.

My life has changed significantly since I started all this. The baby I had then has grown into a very active child, lockdowns have ceased, and I'm back at work again. I've made some fantastic friends on here, some of which I lost again and some of which went beyond anything I could ever have imagined finding on the internet. And not only I have changed - the fandom has, too. Maybe that's what's changed the most.

And, truth be told, I'm tired. Being an active part of this changed fandom has turned me into a perpetually anxious person, who is always somehow occupied with all the drama that is going on here or behind the scenes - so much so that I struggle to actually be present where it matters.

I've become so tired that I fail to find the excitement I used to feel for both my work and the work of others. I have lost the energy to give my stories and characters the focus they need and deserve, and the prospect of diving into another multichapter project positively petrifies me. And I hate it. I hate it being like this.

There's so many things that make me tired. So many things that have gone wrong and weigh on me, even though I usually only let a very small number of people know. I'm tired of competing for faceclaims, attention, of being part of a system where all you can ultimately do is lose. Either you further the ridiculousness by being part of it, or you try to be the better person and sit there with your frustration until the wish to see good in everything and everyone turns to something impossible to uphold.

Over the last two years, my work and I have been mocked, dragged, and even downright plagiarised. Sometimes it happened to my face, sometimes behind my back, where it was impossible for me to see were it not by coincidence. Of course, there's also so many good things that have happened. The friendships - the deep, deep, genuine friends I've made - the excitement about each other's content, about bringing into existence a little world that is there only for us and our happiness.

But, as it usually is in life, sadly, the bad tends to overshadow the good, and every mean word, every accusation, everything that's happened has been eating away at me for a long time, and it's finally become too much for me. I tried fighting the pessimism by working harder, by being better, by putting pressure and perfectionism on myself and my work where it's wrongly placed. As a result, I've lost my passion for what I used to love most. I used to write from my heart, and now, it's all my head. Writing has become a chore I need to tick off my list to hasten on to the next project, the next short, the next challenge, the next big story, comment, reblog, ask... all to show everyone and myself that the bad things can't touch me if I only focus hard enough.

And now, there are no words left in me. They have dried up, at least for now.

So...

What happens now?

Firstly, I'll wrap everything I have in an active publishing stage, namely A Search for Balance and Before the Spark. I will also try and stick with the 12 Months of Magic challenge, but no promises on that. And after that?

Truth is, I don't know.

I know that I'm not done with my stories. What I don't know is whether my stories are done with me. I have so much more I want to tell you, so much more that is already planned and prepped. I want to experience all these stories together with you, but if the spark is gone, it's gone, and I'm too tired to run after it for now.

I will take some time to step back and reassess. Gather my words and see what I can salvage from the rubble. I need to relearn being imperfect, writing for fun instead of form. I need to find my excitement again, for my stories as well as all of yours.

I don't know if I'll be gone entirely. Knowing me, probably not. What I do know is that I need to relieve the pressure this hobby has turned into. I want to be here when I want to, and not because there's things I need to react to, and networking to be done, and stuff I mustn't miss. My blog remains open, my characters available, I invite you to tag me if you think I might like something. I will answer comments. I will play games. I will reblog stuff I like. I will post stories, if I feel like it.

I don't want to leave, just breathe.

I will try and save as many of your stories as I can, and I will read them when I want to (and oh boy, I WANT to). It might be that you won't get a reblog, or a comment-less reblog, not because your work isn't worth it to me, but because it's the best I can offer you atm. I'm not happy with it, but it is what it is, and I can't change it.

And if all this means your engagement with my stories will take dive... well, so be it. That's something I can't change either. I just wanted to be honest with you.

I do hope that everything will return to normality once everything slows down a little and that my stream of words hasn't run dry for good. I really, honestly do.

And if you actually took the time to read this sermon of a rant that was never intended to be this long (some things don't change after all, eh?) - I love you. From the bottom of my heart.

Take care, everyone 💛

#psa #kaze speaks #sad things #but necessary things #honestly just writing this feels like I can breathe more freely

[dontdodrugs-dome]

I got you

Dad!jack x dead!wife reader

Desiree is 13 in this

While eating dinner I could tell something was up with desire my baby girl haven’t touch a single thing on her plate , urban pointed it out earlier that she haven’t been her normal bubbly self “des ” she didn’t look up but I can tell she heard me based off her stoping her movements “Desiree ” I call once again finally she looked up

“Yes ” she says putting on a fake smile that anybody who knew her could tell was bullshit , “what’s the matter des you’ve barley touched your food that uncle urban got for you ” I’ve learned how sensitive she is over the years so I try not to sound too stern while talking to her , just another character trait she inherited from her mother

She gave me a look to not push but I didn’t back down , my baby girl was upset and I needed to know why , I promised her mother when she got sick that I would take care of Desiree and love her no matter what happens , Desiree begins to tear up once she realizes she can’t make me back down this time I immediately got up from the table and rush to her side

I grabbed her and placed her on my lap I rocked her back in forth , trying not to cry “please don’t cry if you cry then I cry and I’m a ugly crier ” she let out a laugh God that laugh is a sound that I would want to hear everyday , that laugh and that smile is what keeps me going even when things get tuff , “des baby tell me what’s wrong please ” I say trying to swallow the lump in my throat

I feel bad I promised her mother while she was taking her last breaths that I would never hurt des and I’m failing at keeping that promise “mothers day is coming up and everybody at school have a mother meanwhile I’m motherless and I’m the reason why your always sad ” I realized what’s happening she’s just a young girl who lost her mom

I start tearing up at the fact she thinks that she’s the reason that I cry every night when in reality the real reason is I miss my wife , she was my world and now I have to balanced my career and take care of our baby girl , she has to grow up without a mother for the rest of her life “baby girl you listen to me and you listen to me carefully ” I said stern “ never in a million years would you ever and I mean Ever say that , you are not the reason for my emotions you are the best thing that ever happened to me and mama , she may not be here anymore in person but she’ll always be watching over us , I love you so much ”

I start to wipe her tears “ and what did I say about crying ” she began to smile “that I’m too pretty to cry ” “yes exactly now you’ll always be me and mama’s baby , you still got me and I will never leave ” I say looking into her eyes “ I love you dad ” she says smiling the smile I live for everyday “I love you more Desiree ”

A/n-ughhh this is so cute 😭❤️

#jack harlow #x black fem reader

[killltheidol]

007 … …  (  A BURNING HILL.  )

I think I’m finally worn. For you have a way of promising things and I’ve been a forest fire. I am a forest fire and I am the fire and I am the forest and I am a witness watching it. I stand in a valley watching it and you are not there at all.

CHARACTERS :   AIDEN  …   REID  …   JINHWA  …   MIYU  …   JIEUN

WORDS : 1.7k

WARNINGS / NOTES : Discussions/Mentions of Sexual Assault. Emotional & Heavy. The first half of the book is done yayy!! This is the last chapter of “A Burning Hill” before we move onto the second part of the story which I’m very excited for! Thank you all for sticking around so long and reading this story. It really means the world to me!

The only sound to fill the office was that of pouring water, hitting a heavy crystal glass and filling to the top.

It’s over. They’re done. Everyone is done.

Well, it’s almost over.

“What are you going to do with them?” Aiden asks once Jinhwa sits back in his chair, causing the man to look up, and raising his brows.

“Keep some just to hold over their families' heads in case they try anything,” Jinhwa tells the boy honestly. He shoves the box towards the boys across from him, Aiden and Reid’s eyes watch it slide across the desk. “You can do whatever you want with the rest. I don’t need or want them.”

Aiden takes the box into his hands, swallowing as he sets it in his lap.

The room is quiet for a few minutes, everyone just silently stewing in their own thoughts and actions. None of them can believe it’s actually over, the big bad evil has finally been defeated.

Reid doesn’t feel the relief, he doesn’t feel the weight lift off his shoulders, he just feels the blood caked on his hands.

“Why?” Reid finally wonders out loud, eyes focused on the edge of Jinhwa’s desk instead of the man himself. Aiden glances over at Reid, only for a second before back in front of him.

Jinhwa doesn’t look up, just over at a picture on the corner of his desk. Smoothly, he flips it towards the boys, causing both of them to look up.

It’s an old picture, taken clearly in the 80s by how the two people are dressed in it and how aged it is. It’s a woman holding a baby on her hip as they stand on a pier, she’s smiling but just barely.

“That’s my mom,” Jinhwa starts, eyes on the photograph as the boy's eyes go back to the man speaking. “She had me just when she started university. She was a good mom for what she had and loved me no matter what. I never knew my dad. She said he died in combat, told me he was a real hero,” Jinhwa turns the picture back to himself but he doesn’t look away from it, leaning back in his seat.

“The only man I had in my life was my grandpa and he hated my guts,” Jinhwa lets out a small laugh, “My grandma did too but…He was so cruel. And I had no idea why, not until I was twelve and we were having dinner with them and he just…kept looking at me like I was literal scum of the Earth,” There’s a bitterness in his words, a hurt neither one of the boys have heard from the man before. His eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall behind the picture instead of the picture itself.

“My mom told him to knock it off and they started fighting. They’re yelling, shouting, screaming, and then he points to me and goes ‘I hate him for what he did to you.’ and my mom said…” He pauses, taking a deep breath through his nose, “She said: ‘You hate what his father did to me.’ and then he tells her, ‘I hate that you kept a rapist’s kid,” and it’s fuzzy after that but…Yeah,” He looks back at the photo of his mother with a sigh, swallowing.

“We never talked about it again but I never forgot. You don’t forget shit like that. I got older, got more resources, and learned all about my father and what he did…He only got three months and probation. Only served a month and was out of good behavior,” Jinhwa’s dark brows knit when he finally looks back at the boys, who watch him speak with sad eyes that advert down when he looks at them.

“I killed him the first chance I got,” It’s cold. Detached. “‘Said that shit would never happen again under my watch,” Jinhwa’s eyes float to Aiden then the box, sighing through his nose with a shake of his head.

“But it did. So I took care of it and it’ll never happen again,” Reid looks up at Jinhwa’s stern tone, watching the man’s stoic face with blood splatters decorating his full cheeks. Another silence fills the room, Jinhwa swallows before taking a sip of his water.

“Whatever you two need, I’ll give to you. We’re family now,” Jinhwa explains, causing the boys to nod. “That includes the girls too. I will give you guys whatever you need.”

Another silence fills the room as Aiden looks down at the box in his hands, tightening his grip around it before sighing through his nose.

“So, it’s…it’s over?” Aiden asks in a small voice. Reid looks over at him then at that disgusting box, taking a deep breath in through his nose. He wants to rip that box out of his hands and throw it into a fire. He wants it gone. He wants the weight off Aiden’s shoulders––off everyone in that box's shoulders. He wants them to be free.

Jinhwa nods, giving a small smile. It’s weak but it’s soft.

“Yeah,” Jinhwa says quietly, causing Aiden to sigh in relief, shutting his eyes tightly as he keeps his head down. 

“It’s over.”

Reid kicks a log into the campfire, watching it burn with a small sniff and rub of his nose as he sits beside Jieun on the hard forest ground.

This is where they were supposed to go that night. They were supposed to have a group bonding moment around a campfire. It was supposed to bring them closer together. Though plans changed, things changed, and people changed they got closer in a way they never thought possible.

Reid isn’t sure if he’s glad that Miyu killed Sunhee that night. It’d be hard for him to say he is but it’d be even harder for him to say he isn’t.

Miyu isn’t glad she killed Sunhee but she won’t lie and say she feels bad about it. At first, there was a lot of guilt and remorse, but as time went on those feelings faded. With every person that was killed, Miyu felt a sense of relief that she had started what she did by acting on her impulse to hit Sunhee.

Sometimes she wonders where everyone would be if she held it back like she had a million times before.

Aiden holds the box of polaroids in his lap as he sits squarely in front of the fire. The box feels like a block of hot cement, burning Aiden’s hands the longer he holds it. Reid looks up from the flames and over at Aiden, sharp eyes falling down to the box in his hands.

Reid wonders how Aiden will move on or if he ever will move on.

“Do you want to throw it in together?” Miyu asks, breaking a silence that feels like it’s lasted a century. Aiden still doesn’t look away from the flames flickering in front of him, nodding with a thick swallow.

Miyu stands from her spot, extending her hand down to Aiden to help him up. Aiden accepts the help, pulling himself up with one hand while the box remains tucked under the other arm.

He stares at the ground, taking deep breaths through his nose as Miyu gently guides him closer to the fire. It’s hard for him, it’s obvious, she knows that. It’s all over his face too. Miyu keeps one hand on Aiden’s back as she stares at the box for a few beats before at the fire.

She hasn’t seen what’s inside of it. She doesn’t want to. Reid told her what was inside.

Miyu knows better than to open up that already stitched shut wound. The stitches might be messy and coming apart in some places but the wound is shut nonetheless, and Miyu plans to keep it that way.

Her hand reaches for the box, guiding it closer to her so she can take one side of it in one hand while Aiden holds onto the other. It’s a weird feeling, she thinks, knowing that in just a few moments one of the last physical reminders of the most painful day of her life will be gone.

The only reminder left will be herself.

That’s something new she’ll have to learn to cope with and she will. She always does.

Miyu’s eyes look up to watch Aiden’s face, checking on him, as he tries to navigate this as well.

It’s hard for him, it always has been, and she knows it’s harder for her to understand what he went through, but she’ll try. She always tries.

“I…I feel sick,” Aiden whispers. Miyu swallows thickly, nodding. He doesn’t look up from the box.

“I do too.” She wants him to know he’s not alone. He’s never been alone. Aiden sniffles, shutting his eyes tightly for a few beats before blinking them open and finally looking at Miyu, who only offers him the kindest smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Iseul.” Miyu tells him with a small nod. Aiden feels his lips turn up slightly at the name people rarely call him, looking towards the fire and then at Miyu with a nod silently telling her; it’s time.

They don’t even need to count to three, they both just simultaneously toss the box into the dancing flames, watching the orange and gold dancers engulf it easily, charring it with every twist and turn of their bodies.

Miyu feels the lump in her throat slowly start to dissolve the longer she watches the box burn, feeling like she’s able to breathe properly for the first time in years.

Aiden doesn’t feel the same relief. He stares at the flames with a look of bitterness and anger that he doesn’t understand. He wants to be free of this, to let go of it all and feel like him again, but he just doesn’t.

He nearly jumps when he feels a hand in his, looking down and seeing Miyu holding his hand tightly. Aiden feels his jaw clench as he looks at the ground again his eyes hot and wet, threatening to spill over at any second.

It’s over but it doesn’t really feel like it.

#🕰️ ˖ ࣪ εïз ⬦ CHAPTERS ! #aes!ocnet #deluxeocnet #kpop oc #idol oc #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #Fictional Kpop group #kpop au #idol au

[milfmaddiebuckley]

Day One - An exploration into ‘what if’ something else had happened or a different choice was made. How would that change Maddie’s character arc or story?

What if Maddie never married Doug, and Buck had convinced her to leave him at the altar on their wedding day?

She’s actually doing it, she’s actually leaving him. The realisation shocks her, as had the words “let’s get the hell out of here” when they had fallen from her mouth merely minutes before. She shouldn’t be doing this, Doug is going to be so mad when he finds out and the thought of how he’s going to react terrifies her, but it’s that sinking feeling in her stomach that reminds her exactly why she’s doing this. Because she’s terrified; of this, of the thought of getting married and being tied to him forever, but most importantly, she’s terrified of him. And despite everything, she knows that what she’s feeling isn’t right.

Her heart is racing as the taxi pulls into the bus station and she can’t help but look over her shoulder, wondering if Doug has realised by now. He’s got to, the ceremony was about to begin when her brother had stumbled into the dressing room and begged her not to get married, and if things had went the way that they were supposed to, she would already be down the aisle and exchanging her vows with the man she loves, or used to love, she thinks.

She’s not sure. This whole situation is so new and overwhelming and her brother must be able to see how badly she is shaking, because he’s quick to slip his hand into hers and squeeze gently, forcing a smile at her.

It’s going to be okay. It has to be, she tells herself, because if she’s wrong about the feeling in her gut that had made her agree to her little brother’s pleas for her not to walk down the aisle, then she will be able to go back to Doug with no issues, and he will understand and forgive her. And if she’s right about this…well, she thinks she already knows the answer to that. She thinks she already knows the truth, and maybe she always has. Her parents may have been bad parents, but they never hurt her; not physically, at least. They may have said their fair share of hurtful words, but not once did they raise a hand to her and she knew, the first time that Doug had done it, that it was wrong. But it was so easy for her to tell herself that it was okay, that she deserved it. Because sometimes people do that when they care too much. They overreact and they feel bad about it later.

Those were the same words that she had told herself every time that she had been hurt in some way, not just by Doug, but by her parents, too. She can remember telling her baby brother that exact thing when he was five years old and had crashed Danny’s old bike, their parents arguing about it downstairs. Those words were like a security blanket for her, an excuse she used time and time again. But she doesn’t think that she can excuse his behaviour anymore, and she wonders if Evan knew that.

“It’s for the best, you know? He…he wasn’t good for you, Mads, a-and I couldn’t sit and do nothing about it. You and me against the world, remember?” He’s only sixteen years old, and yet, he seems so much older than that, a lingering sadness behind his baby blue eyes that she never wanted to see. She’s his big sister, his protector, and she’s spent all of his life trying to fulfil her last promise to Danny - to love Evan and keep him safe. The first part was easy, so easy, and she doesn’t think she could change anything about him that would make her love him even more. He’s perfect and always has been ever since he was first placed in her arms when she was just eight years old, waiting excitedly next to Daniel after winning the game of rock, paper, scissors that they’d had in the car to see who would get to hold him first. She’d tried her best with the second part of their promise, she really had. But she doesn’t think it was enough, because he is standing next to her, arm around her shoulder and helping to guide her through the staring crowd over to the ticket kiosk, protecting her instead of the other way around.

She knows he’s right deep down. He never did like Doug and Doug didn’t like him, either, but there was always a part of her that had hoped it was just jealousy of the other for being such an important part of her life and taking her attention away from them. Deep down, she thinks she’s always known that there was more to it than that.

She would choose her brother over her boyfriend in a heartbeat, and both Evan and Doug knew it.

Before she even knows it, Evan is passing her their tickets and guiding her over to one of the bus terminals. There’s a coach parked up and people waiting, and she wonders whether the universe is on their side and this is how things are meant to be, because they are right on time and within minutes, they are seated and pulling out of the station. She lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, finally able to relax a little now that they’re leaving. They’ve done it, she’s actually done it, and she chuckles pitifully at herself. “What are we going to tell everyone? They’re going to find out; mom, dad, Doug - how are we going to explain this to them?”

He sighs and she can see his nose scrunch up as he thinks. It’s almost ironic, she thinks. She’s his big sister, he should be coming to her for advice and answers about his life, and yet, here she is asking him what she should do. “Don’t tell them anything. They’ll work it out by themselves, just - it should be up to you if and when you let them know, and it’s up to them how they react to that. But no matter what happens, you broke free and I’m proud of you. We’ll…w-we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“You promise?” She sniffs, trying so hard to hold back the tears that prick her eyes when he sticks his pinky finger out at her, as she’s done to him so many times before now.

“I promise.”

#autumn thinking she be an author #maddie buckley #evan ‘buck’ buckley #the buckley siblings #tw. implied domestic violence #maddiebuckleyweek2022 #day one

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 142 Rundown

Spy X Family: It’s the ‘Anya is bad at everything’ episode, I mean it’s not surprising, she’s only six and probably even younger than that since she padded her resume to get shacked up with Loid in the first place but she’s kind of ridiculously bad at school for a telepath and can’t do sports or concentrate on anything for more than five seconds, so yeah, accurate kid behavior. She says she’s been reading peoples’ minds on tests but doesn’t know who’s actually good at what subjects and everyone sounds confident in their heads I guess so she gets ridiculously bad grades, you’d think she’d at least get a high D based on simple probability like I don’t think Eden has kids that are just complete shit at everything. Though Loid puts a pin in her ideas to cheat since if she suddenly gets good it’ll hurt her popularity which is pretty bad given Becky’s the only one that actually likes her atm. Loid decides to get her some community service to pad her resume which you usually don’t have to do until junior high but I guess it’s fine, they volunteer as a hospital and Anya’s so bad at everything they get kicked out and speaking as someone that fucked up a lot of community service in high school that’s REALLY hard to do. Still Anya hears a kid thinking they’re going to die while they’re drowning with a broken leg and runs off to go help him. Loid’s technically the one that saves him but Anya does get some credit for effort and honestly for risking Loid catching on to her telepathy like even if she doesn’t actually do that much she does a good job putting herself out there and gets her first Gym Badge as a reward (Anya got the Boulderbadge! Doot de doot!) Because Anya’s the youngest person to get a badge this early… basically ever, she becomes a minor celebrity at school but just like Loid said it also leads to jealousy from her classmates though when people start claiming she rigged or bribed someone to get it, Damian sticks up for her… well he sticks up for the school saying that they don’t go to some shitty public school where you can just buy glory (I’m assuming he’s tried) but it ends up getting everyone to shut up about Anya. Becky mentions that kids usually get rewards for big accomplishments like this which idk I think that’s some kind of rich person thing, me and everyone I know just got to keep going on for not fucking up but okay. So she decides she wants a dog because Damian has a dog and if they become dog friends then World Peace or something. Meanwhile a dog that’s used for bomb threats already has visions of the Forgers in his head so I guess this is some kind of Ein Data Dog shenanigans so sure.

Inuyasha: This is one of those episodes that feels like filler but is actually almost entirely canon. Hakudoshi’s still running around cutting off demon heads so he can look into their hearts as they die and see into the afterlife and also the Board guy from the filler episode with the mind control crowns is back for like five minutes before Entei launches him across the sky Team Rocket style again. One of these headless demons is the father of Kanta, a baby otter demon who has retrieved his father’s head and is hoping if he just sticks it back on quick enough his father will live. Shippo, being someone who knows what it’s like to have some bishonen asshole kill your dad for a stupid reason, instantly relates to this and agrees to help. The group track down the body but only after a bunch of villagers have stabbed it and it’s crawled to Sesshomaru with its last ounce of strength. Tenseiga’s telling Sesshomaru ‘hey asshole, care for once in your life I promise there’s something in it for you’ but he’s not budging. Shippo begs Sesshomaru to use the Tenseiga on Kanta’s dad and he absolutely does not care. It’s a rare Shippo/Sesshomaru interaction which I just find kind of funny because in the Inuyasha fighting game Shippo’s basically a joke character and Sesshomaru actually is the final boss of his story mode (which ends up being all a dream). Inuyasha who’s probably still more than a little salty about Sesshomaru just standing there watching Kikyo die is like ‘sorry Shippo, Sesshomaru doesn’t help people, he probably doesn’t even have it in him to care to use Tenseiga’ and Sesshomaru’s like ‘you’re god damn right, I give negative fucks’ but a little more prodding from Tenseiga and the inherent primal desire to prove your younger brother wrong that exists in all older siblings eventually wins him over. He uses the Tenseiga in front of Inuyasha’s group for the first time and resurrects the Otter Dad who then tells everyone about the Afterlife and it rings more than a few bells as Sesshomaru, Inuyasha and Kagome have all been there before (and Inuyasha and Kagome in particular are gonna be spending like 15 years there in Yashahime so better get comfortable) it’s the grave of Inuyasha’s dad which seems kinda funny like you just put your fucking grave/corpse in the afterlife and make it insanely hard for your sons to visit you but then again he also put his sword inside his own corpse so idk what he was thinking. Shippo gets flashbacks about his dad and gets fatherly headpats and the satisfaction of saving a child from being adopted by a D&D party of scoundrels like he was and now Inuyasha’s group and Sesshomaru know where Hakudoshi is headed they just need to get there.

Yu Yu Hakusho: This episode’s a lot of waffling so I don’t know how much I’ll have to say about it but the basic idea is Yusuke is going to let Sensui kill him to let Kuwabara go Super Saiyan and most of the episode is everyone crying about this, like seeing the relationship from Kuwabara’s perspective and hearing him say he doesn’t know who he is without Yusuke is neat but it doesn’t give me a lot to discuss. They do talk about how the point of sealing them in Prismo was so that they couldn’t run away because Kurama and Hiei are crafty enough to hide out for a while and stage a counterattack while demons start wrecking shit so they could come back in like a couple months with a training arc being all La Resistance and be a problem but they aren’t worried that even the four of them put together could stop Sensui. Yusuke tells Sensui to just fucking do it already and Sensui’s kinda like ‘wait this kinda sucks’ because he wanted his viewpoint challenged more but now he’s sure he’s right and won’t be talk no jutsu’d out of it and Yusuke can’t punch it out of him so he’s just gonna poke him to death. Kuwabara summons his Super Dimension Sword and cuts through Prismo just in time to see Yusuke get struck down and we go on for a while about how Yusuke is definitely absolutely totally dead, then again this show didn’t even have the balls to let GENKAI stay dead so I doubt Yusuke’s second death will stick any better than his first one.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Kento and Mahito continue their fight and they don’t outright say it but what I THINK is happening here is that Kento gets super strong during the time of day which coincides with his fraction powers which also lines up with doing overtime in a 9-5 which is pretty funny. He’s able to flatten Mahito but the guy just pulls a T1000 and escapes. Meanwhile Yuji meets up with Junpei and luckily hit it off thanks to Junpei being a film nut and Yuji having spent the past few weeks strapped into a chair watching movies clockwork orange style with a boxing Hello Kitty doll, which is a nice bit of continuity. Because Yuji is an adorable nerd and Junpei’s like a day or two away from becoming a domestic terrorist and doesn’t have friends, Junpei’s mom invites Yuji over for dinner and they hang out and make bad movie references. They talk a bit and since murder’s been on Junpei’s mind lately and he knows Yuji’s a Jujutsu Sorcerer thanks to Mahito telling him to get chummy with any he meets, he asks if Yuji’s ever killed anyone. He says no because technically the zombie mooks were already dead and everything else was on Sukuna even if you’re not being racist about Cursed Spirits not counting. Yuji says he wants to preserve his own version of the value he places on human life and the type of deaths he wants to ensure for people he cares about and even if it was someone evil, killing someone would devalue his perception of life and bleed into how he feels about the lives of who he cares about which I suppose is as good a reason as any for the weird ‘nobody kill anybody unless you have plausible deniability’ that shonen protagonists have for some reason. This reasoning resonates with Junpei and he vows to not kill anyone either… and five minutes later his mom finds a Sukuna finger and dies and he’s officially an emo domestic terrorist. Mahito tells him it’s probably someone who took out a hit on him even though 99% of people probably don’t even know that’s a thing, like at first I thought they were gonna try and pin this on Yuji put they jump right to this asshole dude at school so I guess Yuji’s just too much of a cinnamon roll for Junpei to even think that. Mahito even talks about letting the finger go and I’m not sure if he means he planted it or if he’s just allowing Jujutsu High to have it because his plan is to let Junpei and Yuji fight and have that force Yuji to give Sukuna enough power to take over permanently. Kento confronts Yuji and tells him that it’s not bad that he doesn’t want to kill people but that innocence means he can’t take him to go murder the head honchos even if it means he has to sit on the sidelines and watch his partner die. Junpei had Curse powers now and is getting ready to beat the shit out of School Douche and kill everyone but Yuji busts into Mahito’s ‘weak people only’ barrier and is ready to stop him.

Chainsaw Man: So Aki sticks his head in the Future Devil’s chest vagina so it can tell his fortune and the Devil’s like ‘oh bro, you are gonna have the WORST DEATH, like I’mma give you basically a free ride just because I wanna be there to see it’ and since Aki is Sasuke he’s fine with this. Power and Denji also complete their off-screen training and are supposedly stronger, dunno if they got new powers or if they’re just able to use any two brain cells they can rub together now. Makima pays a visit to the Yakuza to get the names of their former members who made contracts with the Gun Devil who is apparently just running a black market gun smuggling operation at this point but she gets some pushback about how the Yakuza maintain a balance of power as a necessary evil which is really not an argument you should be making to Makima of all people, she’s Mrs. Necessary Evil, she’s been lying to everyone’s face about her motives and is still in power because no one can get a read on her and she can do anything which she proves by rocking up to the Yakuza’s casting couch with a sack of eyeballs which apparently they somehow took out of the Yakuza’s family members without killing them, point being she can now use her Death Note powers on like, the majority of Katana Man and Snake Girl’s mooks. Also the bad guys have some leftover zombies from the Zombie Devil shit in episode one but they’re basically just fodder to keep the other Public Security Devils they introduce at bay but the Angel Devil’s the only one in they opening so I’m assuming they’re the only one that’s immediately relevant (also their introductions use Fiend and Devil interchangeably but I know those are separate things so I’m not sure if some are Devils and some are Fiends but just letting you know the vocabulary is kind of unclear). The main group decide to split up and search for Katana Man and Snake Girl and Aki finds Snake Girl first who has her devil puke up Himeno’s Ghost Devil which is kind of a jip like Himeno had to give up her whole body to even summon it and her eye to use just one arm but I guess Snake Girl was in an advantageous bargaining position given it was INSIDE HER SNAKE, but you’d think the GHOST Devil couldn’t be trapped inside things but what would I know. Anyway, Ghost Devil chokes out Aki, the end.

Ranking of Kings: Daida’s stuck in the sunken place and is left to reflect on what a dick he’s been to Bojji and how his teachers tried to hammer into him how people with disabilities have their own kind of strength from learning to live with them and carrying on that he as a privileged ableist asshole never learned but he didn’t understand until just now. He then finds a reflection of a young Miranjo who’s had her hands cut off and her face deformed by vengeful villagers who blame her for a calamity and despite still being a minor asshole about it, Daida does the right thing and protects her. Meanwhile in the Underworld, Desha has found the rat-eating guy from last time’s stinger has pulled an Impel Down prison break and brought five other notorious criminals with him to go take down Daida!Bosse so Desha’s like ‘okay let’s go save them and take over their kingdom while we’re in the neighborhood’ and the soldiers take Bojji with them on their way back to the kingdom without telling him about that last part. But yeah apparently Miranjo’s some kind of homunculus or something because she’s gone from being a deformed child to a living woman that can kind of awkwardly function to being trapped in a mirror only able to astral project into a puppet so idk what her deal is. But right now Hilling is with Shield guy, and her group and Bojji are both separately on their way back to the castle and Sword Guy and Kirito Henchman are training and waiting while Spear Guy’s simping for Miranjo and Snake Guy is… idk, dying in a cave I think and Daida!Bosse has like five swords pressed into his neck and is still like ‘No sir, not getting out of this chair’ even though he objectively has the strength to flatten them all. So many people in this series act in ways that make no sense and I assume it’ll all get explained but it’s frustrating to watch in the moment.

Vinland Saga: Thorkell’s men are still transporting Canute to hold him for ransom and get into a fun Jesus vs Thor who would win debate and I don’t know when Death Battle will get around to that one. They get jumped by a squad of Ragnar’s men who come to save him and they try the Usopp BS of ‘oh I control thousands of men’ when they have like a fifth of that and they’re mowed down like crazy anyway. Thorkell actually gives Canute back to them so they have no excuse for holding back Ragnar wants to dip the fuck out of English dodge but Thorkell calls them pussies and the men are attacking and getting murdered so quick. Meanwhile Askeladd’s playing both sides and starting a forest fire to cause confusion and whittle down the numbers of both forces. It’s also time for plan ‘Throw Thorfinn in and hope shit works out’ aka Askeladd’s favorite fucking plan and have him run in and grab Canute and run out. Thorfin rides in on a flaming horse and manages to get Canute fairly safely but runs into Thorkell who wants to fight and is just BARELY turned off from it by the fucking flaming hellscape around them killing his murderboner a bit but on his way out he’s like ‘oh bee tee dubs I knew your dad, we fought together in the cold open’ and now Thorfinn has a measuring stick to throw at his inferiority complex. They get Canute back to Asekladd and Ragnar’s like “Askeladd you are in HUGE trouble for doing it this way but you’re literally our only option so we’ll let it slide for now’ Askeladd asks Canute to take off his helmet and to absolutely no one’s surprise watching, he’s extremely bishie like if you were watching this up to this point and didn’t expect him to take off the helmet and be Milliardo Peacecraft under there idk what to tell you.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Spy X Family #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Jujutsu Kaisen #Chainsaw Man #Ranking of Kings #Vinland Saga

[rosewantstowrite]

Yugi Muto head cannons

I am making this post because I’m going to be making a one shot about one of these and I decided that I should make this first so I can give some context to the one head cannons.

Okay so let’s gets down to business, I feel like Yugi is the type of boyfriend to be very sweet and innocent but alone he’ll be very teasing and sexual, just so he can watch his partner squirm. He enjoys that he could make them have to be on guard.

He has this weird fetish with making his partner watch him act out his dream to be the gothic kid by him dressing up and having his partner to pick out his outfit

He gets off when his partner stands up to Kaiba, he would want to take them there and then right in front of the world to show everyone who they belongs to

He has this idea of himself being a good dom and he is but he needs to be that he is occasionally

Now here's what brings us to the whole point of this whole thing, along with being a dom he is in the bdsm community that deals with being a Daddy Dom. Those who take care of people who call age regressed and I can see him being both a soft but hard daddy dom.

Okay sooo

he is in the bdsm community that deals with being a Daddy Dom. Those who take care of people who call age regressed and I can see him being both a soft but hard daddy dom.

He likes making rules beforehand he actually goes to his partner and asked if they want to be his little but if they aren’t a little or aren’t willing to try act like he’ll be disappointed but he’ll respect them and never brings it up again

Going along with the not willing thing if his partner tells him that they are a age regresser but they had a bad experience with the last daddy or mommy dom they had he’ll promise them they are in good hands and he’ll never hurt them

If his partner is a bratty little and goes against his rules the entire day that’s when his hard daddy dom sides come out. He’ll acts innocent and calm the entire day only warning them once if they are with his friends, but the moment they get home and it’s night time that’s when he’ll punish them until they’re begging for him to forgive them and promising the next time he warn them that they will behave

Sex in littlespace is something he absolutely loves, he love making love to his partner when they are little because they hands over control completely to him, but he never abuses that fact he isn’t hard or even rough he’s completely and utterly soft, likes he is caring for a child and he always asking what they need, how they are feeling, and what he can do for them and if they try to please him he stops them and tells them it’s about them and to let him takes care of them.

He sometimes purposely makes them act out just so he can make an excuse to take them private and make them suck him off as he abuse their throat

Even though he loves being called daddy he still can’t help himself being extremely shy in public but when he gets his partner home he will either punish them or baby them so much they go so little that they’ll need him to do everything for them

He doesn’t help himself with how his partner acts when he babies them but he will stop if he can help it

He always very aware of his partner behavior so when he notices they are beginning to be age regressing and if he see they are slipping deep into their headspace.

He likes tying them up as they scream out daddy.

He doesn’t want to come up with anything harsh with the rules.

He absolutely loves having them refer Aten as uncle atem

He’ll laugh so bad that if they call Atem daddy Atem and sits on his lap until he hard then goes to him and acts innocently and use him as a shield but even when he finds it funny he will punished them for teasing his friend and for trying to make him acts out of character

Now to get away from that, he is very loving

He won’t take his partner for granted and will do whatever they want and need.

If the partner was a female ad they were on their period. He’ll be observing and loving, caring and helpful, he’ll act out any request they may have, he’ll do whatever he needs to do until the period was over

While he’s seen as shy and innocent he isn’t that way alone.

He needs to be in control because he doesn’t have that much control in his life at all cause but in the relationship he needs it so he’ll ask right away for his partner to give him the control.

#yugi muto #yugioh #yu gi ho #yugioh duel monsters #yugioh the dark side of dimensions

[useramor]

Hi love, chapter 2 ramblings here💜💜💜 I love this soooo much. Really can't wait to read more:

Buck calls Eddie good dad🥺🥺🥺

Buck, adopt me please 🥺🥺🥺 I want to go to space center

Oh Eddie's insecurities 🥺 I always love fics where people explore it💜

"Not for the first time and definitely not for the last, Eddie is overwhelmed with how lucky they are to have found Buck. Buck, who found Carla, who took Eddie to see Chris after the earthquake, who comes over at least once a week to see Chris, practically ignoring Eddie completely. And Chris trusts him. Eddie hates that his son has been hurt by enough people to have trust issues at age eight, but he wraps his arms around Buck’s neck and stares at Eddie’s best friend like he hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. " 😭😭😭 Bia, I'm emotional. I have tears now

Yes, Eddie you look at Buck with heart eyes because he is good friend. Sure baby

Some backstory for Diaz siblings and character traits for Sophia?!!????? YES THANK YOU!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜

Eddie listens to Buck's ramblings 🥺 I'm never going to be not emotional about it

Oh, yes let's go queen 👑 call them cute family

"Not that we’re gay, obviously.” “Obviously.” sure boys. Sure. (Can I slap them please? Just tiny tiny slap. I'm promise)

"his smirk growing quickly, making his blue eyes seem stupidly bright in the natural light filtering in from the windows. " Poet Eddie back,babies 💜 and he is ready to be poetic about his bestie (no homo cause he is not gay)

Interesting how you are the one to start talking about hook ups , Eddie, but refuse to really talk about it. Eddie, please be consistent

Oh, evil Buck😈😈😈 let's go baby girl. Make this man give you his dick as you want it so bad

"Maybe Eddie can just have this. And maybe it won’t even end up in flames." You deserve good things, Eddie 🥺🥺🥺

"He briefly wonders if there’s a non-gay way to ask a guy to suck your dick. " ... No comments

I need Hen's pov🤣

Poor, Buck. I'm not sure I could survive Eddie in harness

Eddie, stop look at Buck's hands. They make you stupid

Buck, you're pathetic too. But yet again Eddie in harness would make me pathetic

Hen, wine night to laught about pathetic men?

Boys it's your work place, but ok🥵🥵🥵oh my favourite phrase "not gay". Yes, when you drunk it's not gay. You can trust me

“I’m not gay, man.”“Your dick is interested.”“My dick can’t tell the difference.” ....no comments again

Oh, Buck😈

Oh, gay word again

"Except Buck said he knew he didn’t taste half bad. Eddie’s never cared to taste himself, but maybe if he does it’ll cancel it out, or something. In the same way that a handjob isn’t the gayest exchange in the world because he can do the same thing to himself, maybe if he licks his hand clean it’ll cancel out."🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh, Bia, I love you

Oh, yes Eddie those boys wasn't gay just high school mates

"Like he said, it’s a sexual image. Sex is sex, it’s not that he’s attracted to Buck, it’s just that his body has started to form a conditioned response to Buck’s body in sexual situations. Pavlov or something, Eddie’s pretty sure." I want to learn to explain things the way I need them to be for me like Eddie. King teach me to be a denial Queen

Eddie like to be call sir, Buck has a thing for hands. Just facts

MY LOOOOOOOVE YOU ARE THE SWEETEST THE WAY I LITERALLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY???? HOW DOES ONE RESPOND TO SUCH KINDNESS AND SWEETNESS AND LOVE????? you are a darling i absolutely love you and i'm SO happy you're enjoying the fic (and enough to send me these!!!) you are wonderful. i hope you're having the loveliest day and you continue to have fun with these idiots!!

#bia gets mail #diana tag #straight!eddie fic love

[majoringinsarcasm]

Oh I’m gonna fucking cry. That really was the last story she read to them before leaving

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK NOT TAI NOT SAD DAD SHIIIIIIT

She’s lying this isn’t an Oz mission. Does she leave her emblem behind on each mission is that the promise. She leaves it with the girls and picks it back up when she comes back that’s the promise is this a routine. I’m gonna throw up

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOD ROSEBIRD USER IS GONNA FUCKING DIE RAVEN RAVEN KNEW

IM. speechless this is everything

I’m gonna THROW UP

IM LITRRWLLT I’m shaking what the fuck

Is. Is he gonna die. Are they. Are they really gonna kill him is the saving a sacrifice I’m gonna

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK CAL IS GONNA SHIT HOLY FUCK

Please now iM THE ONE WHO CANT DO THIS PLEASE

STOOOOOOOOP IM CRYING

SHUT UP SHIT UP SHIT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP ATOP STOP

RED LIKE ROSES PART THREE IS THAT YOU MY BELOVED IS THAT YOU WHAT WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY DEAR

IM STILL WORRIED ABOUT JAUNE IF HE FIES I WILL NOT BE OK EVER AGAIN

TUBY FIDNT FIE BC SHE DRANK THE TEA WE STILL DONT KNOW IF ALYX BEVAME ANYTHING AFTER THE CAR KILLED HER IF HE FIES WILL HE STAY. DESD FOR REAL

The fact that she’s smiling as she grabs crescent rose. It’s so hard to save people it’s So hard to fight a battle you think you can’t win it’s so hard to believe you aren’t the cause for misery. But Ruby MADE that weapon. That is part of her bc she put her love into making it all on her own. The burden will always feel heavy. She’s not strong enough to do it alone but she’s not alone. She’s strong enough to carry herself though. She’s Enough and she ALWAYS HAS BEEN EVEN WHEN SHE FAILED I CANT SEE IM CRYING SO MCJJ

Y’all don’t understand how. Fuck dude. Ruby is my favorite character after Penny like Penny is S+++ and Ruby is right after her. This volume has meant so much to me and to not only see her SMILING IN A FIGHT I don’t think we’ve seen her GRIN like that in a deadly fight that’s usually Yang. To see her be so confident with HER weapon. You can come back to yourself. You can forgive yourself. You can have all the support in the world but supporting yourself is so hard and she thought she lost it she thought she had to be someone else in order to be better. But she didn’t. All she needed was actual time to grieve. To breathe. To be alone with herself to GIVE HERSELF MORE CREDIT TO LOVE HERSELF AS SHE IS SHE NEEDED TO LOVE RUBY ROSE AND JUST

I took my glasses off bc I just the tears

You ARE enough. Just as you are. We grow and change with time. We make mistakes. We WILL fail. But we are enough even in failure bc there is always another chance to do better. To be better FOR OURSELVES

LMAO FJDKDBDJDNDJFNDJDJNDJDJDJD NEO???!!?

So I’m pausing right here to say something I know people won’t like and I’m NOT trying to justify anything. But I’m going to say this: You can regret hurting someone very badly. You can regret hurting someone who you sincerely wanted to hurt. This won’t earn forgiveness. This won’t earn sympathy. Regret is a feeling you carry On Your Own. It won’t erase past actions. It won’t dictate how others see you in the future. It won’t make those you hurt forgive or even care about your sad backstory. But you can FEEL regret. Regret is not something you have to earn. It’s just a feeling you have. What you do with that regret is ALSO on you and if nobody ever forgives you then feeling regret doesn’t mean they should.

But Neo is allowed to feel regret. It doesn’t change what she did or how people will feel about her. It wasn’t written to make people feel BAD for her. It’s just showing she is capable of regret. Doesn’t erase the gleeful murders. Doesn’t erase what she did to Ruby. It’s just a Feeling.

No motherfucking way. Oh my god Cal must be convulsing holy shit bricks no WAY

This episode is W for everyone so FAR BUT IM STILL SCARED FOR JAUNE

BABY BABY BABY BABY

CUT THE CAMWRAS IM GONNA XEH AGAIN

THEY HAVE A LITTLE CAPE

THE HEART RARELY FORGETS

Sorry I was crying so much about Somewhat I forgot the actual lore of the show lemme pay attention

The brothers CAME FROM THE TREE

Damn thank you Blacksmith for giving us the stopping Salem from ending the world or whatever she actually wants to do cheat code

THIS WILL BE THE DAY I HEAR YOU

MY BOY MY BABY BOY THERE HE IS THERES MY SPECIAL LITTLE GUY

Ok so it’s kinda like Narnia it seems. The trip happened for all of them but maybe once they leave they will pop out with not a lot of time passed?

NO IM NOT READY FOR THIS TO BE OVWR NOOOO

Fuck me man

I am forever changed I truly think something healed today

#rwby 9 spoilers #RUBY ROSE #RUBY FUCKING ROSE THE MOST HUNTRESS EVER OF ALL TIME #I’m so happy for her I’m so fucking proud of her #it’s so hard but she did it it’s So Hard but she’s choosing to do it #I literally can’t speak #best finale dare I say I think I will