#WHY DOES PROOF READING NOT WORK ON ME WHY CANT I DO IT

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Hi! I'm kinda here to ask for clarification on something you said; hope you won't mind^. You say that Crowley's dark grey comment is one of the more honest and introspective things he says: that kinda comes across to me like you saying that Crowley's saying he's mostly bad with a capacity for good* and that's a fair assessment of him. I would have said it's more that he's mostly good with a capacity for bad**, baggages worth of issues and a bunch of flaws, primarily related to arrogance***, but that's technically beside the point: I also felt like that was the direction your character analysis of him was going. I'm now wondering whether I misunderstood the dark grey comment or misunderstood the analyses... what does your exactly mean, exactly?

*Concepts decapitalised because I'm talking about more human than Heavenly or Hellish standards of good and bad.

**Concepts decapitalised: see above.

***Blinkered was the word you used, I believe? It's a lovely expression.

^This isn't meant accusatory and I did my best not to sound like it, but I know you've had to field a few asks about yes, you do like Crowley very much, your criticism of him doesn't mean that's not the case, and I can only imagine how annoying that must be: feel free to can this if it comes across that way.

oh anon sweetheart 💕 don't worry about the tone or wording - your tone is perfectly polite and courteous, and i thank you for that!!! others have not been as conscientious 💀 though, be careful what you wish for in asking this, because it's gonna be lengthy 🫠

how you interpreted it is exactly as i meant it; i do think, when taking crowley's characterisation in the show (his book characterisation, for me, is rather different), crowley for me is a darker character with the capacity for light, rather than the other way around. and im going to specifically use darker and lighter, as opposed to bad and good respectively, because upon reflection, maybe that's more accurate.

yeah, to me, he is a dark character; if you've read any of my other asks/metas, please forgive me for repeating stuff, but imo the narrative tells us that he is more commonly swimming in darker tendencies than light. feel free to skip the next part and scroll to here*, because i will be recounting specific scenarios off the top of my head (going in chronological order):

not really explored fully in the pre-fall scene, because it runs throughout the show as a prominent theme; crowley is either unaware of why he fell (possibly true), or blatantly lies to himself and others about why he fell (equally plausible). his story about it changes, or at best is simply told in fragments... but his overall demeanour of when (e.g.) he's confronted with news of the apocalypse ("why me?"), when coupled with this, suggests a tendency towards blame avoidance, with a hearty dose of chip-on-your-shoulder complex

tempts aziraphale into eating in job; it doesn't really matter whether or not aziraphale ends up liking food and wine or not - he rejects the wine, and crowley immediately changes tack to offer food instead, citing that he can't get drunk on it, and of course he's not tempting him (absolutely is) so it's fine. aziraphale may have been curious about it, and this may be what crowley picks up on, but compare this scene to where aziraphale offers muriel a cupperty, and doesn't push when they refuse drinking it... hmm. (perceived feeder kink or not, crowley's face at the end of this scene screams satisfaction at his corruption)

this one is a little iffy, granted, but adding it anyway - blatantly dismisses aziraphale's concerns about the arrangement (heaven would be rather angry, but nowhere near how hell would retaliate - "they'll destroy you!), and pushes anyway. it's again another case of pushing for what he wants (and yes, true, what aziraphale secretly wants - which crowley detects and capitalises on), dismissing aziraphale's worries that, as we can surmise later on, were not unfounded

lets the french guard be taken off to his death. this is debatable, depending on whether you consider the guard to be a good or bad person in the context of the reign of terror, and deserving of execution as a result, but they could have easily escaped the cell unscathed without unfreezing the guard - ultimately, who are they (yep, including aziraphale here too, he's equally as culpable) to decide if he should die?

in the same vein, sends two watchmen falling to their deaths down a deep pit, and his only remark is, "might have slightly overdone it on the hole..."

(this one is tricky, but it rubbed me up the wrong way on first watch and thereafter so im including it) when morag dies, crowley's handling of the situation only really serves - imo - to rub it in aziraphale's face, when he already feels guilty enough for the both of them. i realise that he had to labour the point to aziraphale, and was just being honest - fair, he has a point! - but it came across as simply unkind and uncharitable... again, towards someone we are assuming he cares deeply about...

this one is in fact going to lean on some interpretation, but i think it's one that is so widely implied in canon that i think it might as well be; something happened to crowley between 1827 and 1862, and within that time, i don't think he was on best terms with aziraphale, given aziraphale's coldness when he arrives in st james' park. so, we could - could - surmise that he just suddenly asks for holy water from aziraphale, something that would be dangerous for them both and seems to exploit their friendship. he doesn't adequately explain why he needs it ("just insurance" is not sufficient at all imo), and taking offence to aziraphale's use of 'fraternising ' then contextually feels a little hypocritical

lies to aziraphale about having experience with a gun, banking on using a miracle if need be - which ultimately puts aziraphale's 'life' on the line, rather than being honest. he may well just want to make aziraphale happy, sure, but aziraphale goes into the bullet catch without all the facts - his face when crowley admits he's never shit (edit: meant to say shot, obviously, but leaving it in for @fabledshadow💕) a gun before says it all, really

when aziraphale saves his life with the photo trick, he doesn't thank him, or acknowledge any kind of gratitude at all, that it saved him from a rather bleak fate at the hands of hell. he may well be insulting aziraphale's skills to dissuade him from a repeat occurrence of the bullet catch (fair!), but he is also insulting the very thing that got him out of danger... and the very thing that aziraphale obviously takes a lot of joy, pleasure, and pride in (and, yk, what crowley was actively encouraging just a few hours previous). it was justified, to a certain extent, but it was... unkind

(the Big One - so let's get it over with) tries to tempt aziraphale into killing a child - antichrist or not - and continues to persuade him into it despite aziraphale evidently being uncomfortable with the prospect. it also indicates how little he knows aziraphale in this respect; regardless of whether it would be the antichrist or not, this is the angel who tried to preserve humanity by offering a sword to pregnant eve, and was ultimately crucial in protecting job's children. even in mesopotamia, you can see how subtley appalled he is with killing children - despite him trying to rationalise it by saying it's the great plan etc. killing a child, id wager, would destroy aziraphale. i digress, but if crowley loves aziraphale as much as he (and the fandom) likes to think by s1, it's rather dark that he would try manipulating aziraphale into doing this in the first place, and return to the suggestion again not once (bandstand) but twice (airfield)

sets up an elaborate trick just to make a point to aziraphale on the use of guns, and then lets innocent humans get arrested on what i would say would be very serious charges in s1 (i mean, let alone firearms offences, arguably it could be charged as attempt murder 💀)

hits anathema and acts in such a way that he probably understands that he equally hit her and she hit him, yet is more preoccupied with fixing the bentley, something he could miracle repaired later on... as opposed to helping her back to her feet and ensuring she was alright. he also is prepared, after all this, to reject offering her a lift, excusing that there's nowhere to put her bike

backhands "clever" with "stupid", because aziraphale is doing something (trying to reach god directly as a last resort) he doesn't think is worthwhile. aziraphale finds out that that is true, but once again, im gonna ring the 'unkind' bell

doesn't tell aziraphale about what went down with gabriel, or how closely hell is keeping an eye on him, or the threat of the BOL, or that he's living in his car, or what happened in heaven/the issue of the second coming. there are loads of other little things too, but he lies by omission, whilst maintaining that he doesn't lie to aziraphale, and routinely keeps information from aziraphale - not only information that would be beneficial to share in the general sense, but information that directly impacts aziraphale, and comprises both of their safeties. has a tendency towards a hero complex that ends up either going wrong/unfulfilled ("i won't leave you on your own" then immediately buggers off to heaven) or attempts to remove aziraphale's agency and dismisses him outright ("i have a suggestion-" "ive got this.")

abandons aziraphale when he is set in doing something that is not only in his very nature to do, but when he does it because he doesn't have all the facts (hides jim). despite his assertion that aziraphale shouldnt do it because jim poses a threat, he then leaves aziraphale to face it alone. it's unknown how soon crowley would have come back to the bookshop if it weren't for the BOL threat - we literally do not know this - and he reluctantly does the apology dance (arguably when he wholeheartedly believes he was in the right) in order to be allowed near aziraphale again. it's also implied that aziraphale always does the dance, whereas crowley doesn't - which suggests to me once again the whole thing about crowley avoiding blame

pushes jim into remembering stuff despite it obviously causing him pain and discomfort - on one hand, sure, he's not certain that gabriel isn't lurking about in there, but he does it again in ep5 when, as far as he's assessed with the whole jump-out-the-window thing (a whole other thing that need addressing), jim is in fact... just jim

plays around with maggie and nina (the both of them do, and they're both at huge fault for this, it's insane) like they're toys, without any regard for their personal thoughts or feelings, as if they have the right to do this

encourages jim to jump out a window!!! okay fine, yes, he fears that gabriel is lurking in there and is doing it as a test, but even he looks somewhat alarmed when jim is clambering over the windowsill - and objectively it's an atrocious thing to do. and ultimately it doesnt exactly prove anything more than what he already knows; if gabriel was chilling in there, and was so committed to the bit to drink hot chocolate, call crowley his friend with a straight face, speak to crowley as such as friend, and generally act the way he does... if gabriel is that good an actor? well, i can't imagine jumping a window would be beneath gabriel to do, to maintain his cover. so to me, crowley realised that what he's asked has crossed a line

and, im sorry, but - kisses aziraphale. now is probably the worst climate imaginable (ie. the "do that again" era) to be discussing my take on the kiss, but my read has largely always been that it was a temptation, and a cruel one at that. it was desperate, and heartbreaking, and i understand why crowley did it - but it was imo a largely cruel and selfish manipulation for aziraphale to betray himself, and stay with him. i love the kiss for what it is and represents, but as a result i just... yeah, im not a "do that again" girlie, because i think aziraphale absolutely recognised the kiss for what it 'was'.

anon, if you have made it this far... im so sorry. it's been helpful to summarise all of it though, so thank you for giving me an opportunity to do so!!✨

*now. the thing is, the vast majority of these incidents, these actions and behaviours (and probably loads besides that ive missed) are not evil. they are not even necessarily bad, not in the classic sense. a lot of them have well-founded explanations, sometimes outright justifications, and it's totally understandable why crowley makes them (even just narratively ie. even without speculating or inferring in any kind of trauma he may have suffered behind the scenes if the story as it currently stands).

id argue, personally, that each one of these is dark in their own way - dark, in the sense that they are morally ambiguous at best, immoral at worst. they might not be bad on their own merit, but arguably it is possible to see them as wrong.

we can absolutely look at crowley and think he is good - and i agree!... to a certain extent. even if you oust a good few of the above examples, there are a few that, imo, if ignored or excused, kind of strays into blatant mollycoddling of the character. crowley absolutely has the capacity for good and right - his objection to the flood, saving job's children, stopping the apocalypse, helping aziraphale many a time, are all prime examples (even if you could argue against each of these which... well, this ask is long enough so another time, maybe) - and i think will ultimately be guided by what he considers to be the right thing to do.

but when i say that his assessment of being "very dark grey", the above is why i think this is him being either extremely honest, or accidentally incredibly insightful about himself. it's not necessarily a dislikeable thing to be - crowley being more dark than light - but given the evidence as i see it, he's aware that he's not a wholly good person, more one that leans towards the objectively immoral than otherwise, giving more weight to when he does do good. and the thing is, he regularly asserts this - being 'bad' - to aziraphale.

in doing so - constantly saying he's not nice, rejecting thanks etc - maybe, actually, it's not as humble or self-effacing as aziraphale, or the fandom, likes to think it is. why shouldn't we consider that crowley might, actually, be a bit of an anti-hero? it doesn't make him any less of an empathetic, likeable, or compelling character - it just simply acknowledges that he may not be as irreproachable or scrupulous character as we might like to think he is!✨

#i will die on this hill #good omens #ask #s1 meta #s2 meta #crowley meta #honestly just all the meta #WHY DOES PROOF READING NOT WORK ON ME WHY CANT I DO IT

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out of context things heard in wayne manor:

bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again

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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse

duke: *frantically scribbling notes*

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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?

steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy

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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—

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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?

tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-

dick: oh god it’s too late

jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again

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bruce: are you lying?

tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—

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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads

dick: …i’m not discussing this with you

steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this

dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can

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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…

dick:

dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble

damian: she is magnificent

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tim: so i dropped out and

duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?

bruce: NO.

duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now

jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—

duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world

tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science

duke: not helping timothy

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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?

jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload

cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling

duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears

cass: and damian?

jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too

cass: they are plotting revenge up there

duke: think of it as brotherly bonding

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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way

bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor

damian: i was aiming for drake

tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere

dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth

tim: you have no proof that was me

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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this

jason: i don’t want to help

duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that

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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.

every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred

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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—

bruce: listen—

tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?

dick: tim please

#batfam #dc #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batfamily #batman

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♡~Yandere Valentine in Twisted Wonderland~♡

Yan!Twisted wonderland x mc (separated)

sorry this is a bit late but here's some of my short takes on valentines day in twisted wonderland!

Warnings: yandere, lack of proof reading (sorry), collars, pet-play, drugs, manipulation, hinting nsfw, beating someone up, dead animal, wedding, hidden camera, (if theres anything missing please do tell me)

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Riddle

Riddle has been planning something for you before February even started, probably before new year too. He understand that he doesn't really have a nurturing touch, thanks to his mom, like the others do. But that wouldn't stop him from trying his best to make you feel special.

He'll ask you to have tea with him and if you happen to be distracted by "other matters." he doesn't mind using his unique spell and pull you around by the collar, like a dog.

"its very rude to not pay attention to the person that invited you out.."

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Trey

As a vice house warden, he understands that you'll be busy. not just Crowley giving you either impossible or pointless work, or the fact that every boy from each and every dorm are falling to their feet just for you on valentines day, hoping you'll notice them.

Trey knows he's not like some flash students here but he knows what he's good at and doesn't need to try too hard like some other desperate students.

"Hey, perfect! i made you something, your favorite, with a little personal Trey touch~ you should probably eat it all now. Before Grim does."

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Cater

Cater is pretty good at getting your attentions. Magicless other worlder, he just has to invite you to something outside of NRC and then watch as your eyes sparkles. Kind of reminds him of a little kid that just need extra attention which he's happy to do.

He'll show you cool different places, shops and cafes. All these cool places are picture perfect and he just loves dressing up with you. from an outside eye, it almost looks like you 2 are dating~

"Perfect! Look at this! we should totally take a picture here with our treats! Say "Happy Valentines Day~!"

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Ace

You were very confused on why Ace has been grumpy all day. you tried everything to make him feel better but nothing. You bought him food, drinks, candy from Sam's. nothing.

After the day was over, you made it back to the dorm and Ace decided to follow you back? you tried to ask him what's wrong buy he swiftly grabbed you and rush to your room!

"All day has been a pain.. everyone gawking at you. All the meaningless gifts. All of it! Tonight, you're gonna make it up to me by letting me sleep with you!"

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Deuce

Deuce wants to turn a new leaf and doesn't want to look back at his delinquent side every again. he's a new deuce now, a student that's just trying to get good grades and trying to be well respected. but old habits die hard.

Any and every time some one even looks in your way, he's sending daggers at them. and if they don't get the hide, he'll tell you that he needs to use the restroom and for you to stay where you are until he's back. he'll be quick...

"sorry it took me a while, there was.. a long line... wanna get lunch now?"

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Leona

Leona, normally, doesn't care for this holiday. his brother always ask him if he's "stolen any hearts" this year? its always the same answer. but this year was different.

For once, he gotten some valentines gift. he remembered, not because he was eavesdropping, he just sleeping and you and your friends were talking about valentines gifts. how you had too many and how you might have to do several trips to bring them back to your dorm...

when you looked at your pile of valentines, instead of valentines, you saw sand.. and a plush lion with a card, flowers, and chocolate..

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Ruggie

Ruggie cant really communicate with his grandma that much, cause they're not in a position to have phones but he does send letters now and then.

Each letter has there, 'how are you?'s to their 'are you taking care of yourself?'s. Now his letters to his grandma had this mysterious person, and how 'he's feels his heart flutter whenever they're near.' there also might be some 'I'm worried that I'm not good enough' he was very happy to get this letter back

"don't worry, sweetheart~ you should bring them over and ill give them a good talking to."

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Jack

Jack tried everything to stay away from you all day. You're smell was just too intoxicating for him. Jack didn't want to risk spending time with you and his instinct...

he could tell, the other beastmen felt the same way. So all day, he kept his distance while also putting other beastmen in their place when they get a little too handy with you. luckily you didn't notice a thing.

But when you approached him, he couldn't just push you away. you mean too much to him. he doesn't want you to see him like.. a monster.

"Hi, prefect. how's you're day..?"

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Azul

Azul tried to just charm you with his charisma alone, no shady actions, no "read the fine print." it seem like he was on his best behavior all day. it made you feel uncomfortable for a hot while.. but after a few hours you gotten use to it.

It was all in Azul's plan. instead of flatly telling you or tricking you to form a contact with him. he was gonna show you that you could rely on him, to trust him. so when you do sign a contact with him, you're guard will be so low, you wouldn't ever dare look at the fine print

"Prefect? Would you like to stop by Mosta lounge for lunch? there's a special i know you'll love. oh! its on the house."

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Jade

before valentines day, Jade asked you to go out with him on a hilling trip. you'll find great mushrooms and if you find any 'shiny treasure' you could keep it as payment. you felt bored at the time and went with it. it was pretty fun. Jade taught you about wildlife and camping and you just enjoyed being out and about, anywhere than Grim's messes was a fresh air.

But on one of the day's out, Jade fell and hurt himself! it'll take a while for you guys to head back so you both decided to just wait until it heals, or when jade is "strong enough" to head back.

"aww.. prefect, you're too sweet for taking care of me~"

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Floyd

Floyd has been a pin to your side all day. every time you were just talking to your friends or in line for lunch or whatever, Floyd comes out of nowhere, picks you up and runs away from your friends. it doesn't help that his long legs gives him a big advantage. the fact you cant struggle that much and the fact that you're friends cant keep up with Floyd...

When he finally gets alone time with you he just wants to play or just stare at you... its a mix really. sometimes he'll tell you he wants to show you a trick he learned from the basketball club. sometimes he just wants to walk around with you on his shoulders. but one things for sure, everyone is staying far away from both of you...

"Shrimpy! look at this! it kind of reminds me of you.. cause you're smol~"

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Kalim

Lets admit it, when Kalim falls in love, he falls HARD. Like he would spoil his love rotten if he could. But he knows that you wouldn't allow him to do so, cause you're just too sweet.

Kalim loves to watch you work sometimes, you're so hard working even though you're in a situation that he couldn't imagine. Far from home with no contacted to your families, that's terrible. but he'll show you that he could help solve all your problems. But he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he'll start small.

"HEY PREFECT!!! Look what i got you! Golden bangles! they have our initials on them too! Come on, try them on! I'll help."

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Jamil

Jamil could easily used his unique spell on you but with it being Valentines day plus every student's having their eyes on you, he cant do it without getting caught. So, he'll have have to charm you with the next best thing, food.

He understand the for some people, food is their love language. He wasn't sure if that's you but he does know that you love his food. so a win is a win.

He'll make you not only your favorite foods but his own too. As a "get to know me" dish. Watching you enjoy his hard work, was like breathing fresh air. he loves your presence.

"here prefect, you can have more. i made it for you after all. hmm..? oh repayment? just repay me by spending the day with me.. just me."

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Vil

Without warning, on a weekend, Vil grabs you and tells you get to dress. he's taking you out. You couldn't really say no to him so off you went.

He took you to store to store to store. Each store had either something he liked or something he didn't. did you have a say in anything? no.

It felt weird a bit but overtime that feeling went away and you were left with giving Vil a mini show fashion show... with just you and him...

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Rook

Saying Rook loved you was an understatement. he loved your hair, your eyes, your walk, your demeaner, everything. On one of his strolls by your dorm, he noticed that you were taking care of a stray animal in your backyard.

You left food for it, you made a spot it could rest, you had a whole set up. even though you don't have a lot of money, you're golden heart shined through. He felt like cupid just struck him through the heart. He would like to do the same to you...

so on Valentines day, you found a box at your door step. inside the box... was your stray friend's lifeless body...

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Epel

Epel's family loves to send him letters, he at least gets one every week. they're all mostly asking if he needs anything or family updates, etc. But now talks about you his letter. last time he visited his family, they kept asking about you.

Epel feeling the pressure of his family, told them that you and him were together and how you had "other things to take care of" and that's why you're not with him. they seem to calm down and jumped to another family topic. Now Epel has to convince you to "pretend" hopefully don't for long, that he was your boyfriend for his family.

"umm... hey prefect? i have a favor to ask you..?"

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Idia

Idia normally doesn't care of any holidays, in general. he mainly does them for his brother or whenever a game was having a seasonal event. but he couldn't say he had someone special to "sit by the fireplace with him with hot chocolate" or "having a picnic out in spring" or even "being or having a valentine"... He didn't mind it...

which what he'll normally say, until he saw you with your pile of valentines day gifts! augh.. why do you have to be so popular?!

With a lot of pushing from ortho, he finally gave you your gift. it was a blue teddy that looked like hades. You didn't have to know about the hidden camera and mic in it. you could just thank him by sleeping with it~

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Malleus

Malleus couldn't really celebrate valentine's day.. he's a prince of Briar Valley, after all. Having him give a valentines day gift can be interpreted as a marriage proposal. that will look every bad for Briar Valley. But the heart wants what it cant have~

His heart belonged to you and he would gladly throw away his position as a prince for you. or... he could just ask you to marry him?

He didn't want anything to come to harm you because of him, so in secret, he made you a wedding dress/suit. Until his graduation, he'll ask you to marry him and then he'll pick you up and off to Briar Valley, ruling together~

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Lilia

Lilia loves a good trip. So many places to see, so many things to do. He wants to take you to see it all. why stay at NRC and just reading about other places when you could go out with him. he may be older but he could still protect you with all he has and he'll still be able to show you a fun time. Oh maybe he should show you how to fight?

He's had his eyes on you since you came to the school, you were so strange but you are never boring. something always happened with you around but you all ways find a way out of it. you're, well..... perfect.

"Prefect! guess who got 2 tickets to Shaftland! why just two? for me and you silly. come on, get your things. I'm gonna show you so much more of this twisted wonderland"

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Silver

You understand that Silver is just a tried guy. so you do everything in your power to make sure he's okay and not gonna get hurt. After a while of this, you've noticed that Silver's holds on you, when ever you go and move him to a safer place, is more forceful than normal? You just told yourself that it was just sleepy silver but it doesn't seem like silver noticed and you didn't mind.

Whenever Silver was awake, you noticed that he's always just a call away. he wasn't over your shoulder or anything but you did see him more often than you usual did... were you thinking too much on this..?

"hey prefect? i got you some treats from Sam's... happy valentines day~"

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Sebek

Sebek is loud. that is not an understatement. bet Sebek probably knows that too. he often uses it to tell other to "respected Malleus." but today he was oddly quiet? you tried to ask him if everything was okay, he said he's fine. Also whenever the other first years asked, he'll snap but not at his normal loud tone?

Without you realizing, Sebek was actually fighting an inner demon of his. Humans, like yourself, were so small and weak. yes, Silver is human too but he's a trained human, you weren't.

He sometimes wonders... how easy would it be to over-power yo-

~❦~❦~❦~

Che'nya

When Che'nya first appear in front of you with just his head, you, ace, and deuce all screamed. he loved it~ but your little squeak whenever you get scared, gets his blood pumping. like the rush you get when you catch you first mouse~

He started to visit more often then before, but not just to say hi to trey and riddle. but to spook their little perfect. a pick to the side here. a blowing into your ear there.

He just cant keep his hands off you! the best part, he doesn't have plans on even telling you it was him.

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Neige

but to Vil's dismay, Neige kept bugging him about you! the mysterious manager~ Vil got so tired on it that he just pointed him to your dorm. Which Neige was happy to run to see you.

When he saw you place, he's heart broke a little. how could someone so lovely as you, live in a dump like this? He found you out in the back yard cleaning. it kind of reminded him of himself, run down building taking care of others. you were perfect for him!

"Heya! perfect, right? i was wondering, would you like to go on a date with me?"

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Rollo

Rollo will not caught walking into THAT school. but that wont stop him from appreciating you. Whether it takes a few days to a few years, Rollo swears to himself that he will save you from the hell hole your in.

but in the mean time he'll send you some flowers and a gift basket filled with Fleur City treats and fun toys that you liked when you last visit. if only you were in that school and you were in his, he'll show you so much and treat you much better than those.. "monsters."

"If though I'm not there, i hope you enjoy my gift. maybe next time you could visit again and I'll give you a personal tour."

~❦~❦~❦~

you can see this as platonic or romantic

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Crowley

Crowley is a very strange bird man? says he cares for you then runs away with his feather tail in between his legs. Or when he just hands you work when he could easily do them himself. He's a very strange man so when he was insisting on you to stay by his side all day? it confused you.

like he'll have you in his office and when you tell him you needed to go. he'll "get sad" and say "awww.. i guess ill just power through all this paper work"

you thought he just wanted you to do the paper work (that you could do) so you did. you didn't figure out that maybe he just wanted you by his side so no one could see/ give you anything for valentines day.

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Crewel

Crewel is a very classic man. so when he asked you to help him with some of his designs, you were quite confused. why not ask Vil or anyone from pomefiore? nonetheless, you helped as best as you can. giving your input on designs, telling him what you thought looked nice, getting materials for him, etc.

After you helped him make a set, he asked you to model them for him. he "wanted it on an actual person than a motionless mannequin."

You didnt know that he was doing this so you wouldnt be laying down with dogs with fleas today. Crewel thinks all the boys in this school are just crazy the fact its valentines day. so having you help him was just killing 2 bird with one stone.

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Trein

Trein's cat, Lucius, seemed fine to you. but you couldn't say much when Trein asked you to help him look after his beloved pet. plus a cat that doesn't call you Hedgeman felt nice. a cat that was just a normal cat, that can understand you and talk but you don't understand it...

On Valentines Day, Trein tells you about his wife and what they do together on this day. It was really sweet to hear an old man talk about his love, plus his life too.

It felt nice and you enjoyed the time you spend together. you still couldnt tell if Lucius was actually sick or if he was just winning about food...

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Vargas

You had no idea what came over Vargas. But when it was gym time and there was any partner exercises, it seems like he'll give the poor guys, that asked you to be partners, more hard exercises.

it could be in your head but after you're done, you see the poor student crying for squats or something? Will he be okay?

"oh, don't worry about him. he's been slacking off recently so its just catching up with him. HAHA!"

~~~~~

Sam

Sam is quite busy on Valentines day. a lot of students ask for valentines day cards, bears, to flowers. some even get the custom order. with those custom orders, he realized a lot of them were for you... he might not be able to do anything.. but his friends might help.

when same gives the students the valentines day gifts, he has a shadow follow them and when they're not looking. the shadow destroys the gift and runs away.

it kills two bird with one stone. they cant give the perfect gifts and Sam still gets the money. oohh he loves what he does~

~~~~~

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[christinarowie332]

stupid fucking kid

part 2 of “stupid horny fucks”

chris sturniolo x reader .

angst .

warnings : language , talk of sex . angst . depictions of depressive episodes. regret .

not proof read cuz i don’t have time for that. 😀

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it’s been a week . seven days of avoiding conversations with him , seven days of “oh sorry i’m busy” messages to nick when he asks to come over . i cant even think straight .

one week ago .

“he flops down next to me , his chest heaving and loose curls wet slightly around his neck with sweat .

“what the fuck just happened” i say looking over to him

he just stares at the ceiling .

what the fuck just happened .

“i’m gonna go-“ i try to continue but the sight of chris’s eyes closed and soft hums of sleep stop me .

my mind races with scenarios and past conversations. he doesn’t want a relationship. i don’t even know if i do . i just fucked my best-friend. how the fuck did that even happen . the same kid that i see allmost everyday , i’ve known him for years , what the fuck have i just done .

“chris i’m gonna go .” i whisper to his sleeping body , while getting out of bed and grabbing the sweatpants and tank top from the floor , and leaving the room . as i walk downstairs my vision gets blurry as regret and guilt sets in . i can hear nick and matt ask questions but before i know it i’m in my car and speeding home .

what the fuck just happened.

now.

the ceiling seems to move as i stare into the white space, shadows curve and shift with stars before i blink them away and look towards the notification lighting up my dark room . i notice the time . 2.36 , jesus . not bothering to read the notification i silence my phone and turn over in my sheets . the cold kisses my face as my cheeks slide over my pillow , fingers numb at the temperature as i place them both under the cover and curl the duvet up to my neck . closing my eyes allows the thoughts to run wild , my estranged relationship with the triplets , the fact i haven’t left my house in days , my plants are wilted as i’ve neglected them. chris .

i open my eyes and see the mascara stained bedding from last night . grey droplets seeping into the fabric left marks . a physical reminder for everyone to see . well. that’s if anyone bothered to check on me . it’s not their fault , the moment matt called me to check if i was ok i changed the subject, called him stupid and laughed , deciding to let him talk instead of me . it worked the first two days , then the missed meetings rang alarm bells for nick , he showed up at my house , ringing the doorbell to which i ignored . i shouldn’t have done that . the thoughts that were once plaguing my head were cut off as i hear a car pull into my driveway . the sound of my dogs nails tapping into the wooden floor confirms it , she knows the sound of matt’s car .

as i reach the door i take a breath before opening it , gripping the handle for stability , nuckles whitening at the force . i’m met with shy blue eyes and stubble , his hair flowing around his hat and vivien westwood necklace swaying on his chest .

“hi”

his voice is hourse , it allmost sounds deeper, my lips twitch at his nervous tone but it never quite meets a smile as i know why he’s here . “hi chris.” my eyes focus on the car and i notice matt behind the wheel looking angry , probably at being dragged out the house , but his eyes soften when he meets my gaze . i shift out the way for chris to enter the house , it’s only now i realise the state im in and cover my body with my arms .

i close the door behind him and turn to look at him sheepishly. he looks nervous, his hands are in his pockets and he won’t meet my eye contact . i’m not sure if it’s embarrassment or anxiety but whatever it is , it’s not chris .

“look y/n i’m-“

“does matt know?” i cut him off unintentionally, something changes in his features. this is something he can answer . an easy thing to talk about . “no , i figured it’s up to you to tell him.” he answers confidently, like he’s doing me some fucking favour . quickly the pain turns into anger , and i feel adrenaline fill my chest , as much as i wish it was a different feeling i’m happy to feel something.

“what the fuck does that mean? u give me the job to tell him ? what are u too embarrassed to tell him?” i snap at him . i subconsciously curse myself , knowing this is not what i wanted to say . but this is easier then watching him walk away all together. this he’s good at , this he knows how to do . argue .

“what ? no of course not? y/n i just-“

“you just what ? too embarrassed to say we fucked and u ghosted me ?”

“ghosted you ? i didn’t fucking ghost you , you just left ? u literally fucked then dipped ? what am i supposed to do tell him hm?” he raises his voice , his calm demeanour slowly melting away . he takes a step towards me and i take a step back , my back hitting the radiator attached to wall and i wince at the pain . he notices and takes a step back again , taking a shakey breath in and bites the inside of his lip . “look y/n , im sorry okay ? i don’t know what i did or how to fix it but i’m sorry . i thought u wanted it as much as me but i’m sorry if you-“

“no chris i did, i thought i did , but i just don’t think it should have happened, i feel wierd . i cant believe i fucked you literally minutes after u meant to send a dick pic to another girl” i calm myself down now , matching his energy, my neighbors did not want to hear two teenagers shout about dickpics at 2 in the morning . “ i feel disgusting , u took my fucking virginity and-“

“what” he cuts me off confused , looking away in thought i watch as his shoulders relax and eyes glaze over for a second . “i’m so sorry i didn’t even know , i didn’t think , that picture was stupid , it was a mistake in itself i don’t even know that girl . she just looked like you so-“

what .

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yikes y/n seriously needs some therapy

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[p1stach1os]

Valentine (c.g)

“i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine”

a/n: inspired by valentine by laufey! this is really bad but i have nothing else to post so this will have to do. me and  @gr7mes did laufey inspired fics so go look at hers 😋.

pairings: carl grimes x fem!reader

c/w: fluff (again ik i have no variety) kissing, lower case intended, use of y/n, not proof read yet.

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you and carl were currently sitting down backs leant against a tree near his house. his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you both just sat. enjoying each others company sitting peacefully next to each other. making jokes from time to time as the bright sun shinned down on the two of you having your hand cover your face shielding you from the light.

ever since you confessed your feelings for carl, and you found out he liked you back. you no longer knew how to act around him. just the thought of someone liking you left a funny feeling in your stomach. 

you had both started dating about a week or two ago. though the feelings between the two of you were definitely mutual, you almost felt like you were just too awkward. you were always awkward around carl as everything he did made your heart flutter. you had never been in relationship before and you felt out of place. there was always a voice in the back of your head telling you, you weren’t doing enough. carl was so sweet to you always reassuring you of how much he loved you. 

any sort of affection he tried to show you, though you appreciated it. you turned it down not wanting to get yourself attached. you tried your best to not get get too close to anyone, i mean in a world like this you weren’t ready to grow attached to some one just yet.

i’ve rejected affection for years, and years.

he was always saying cute things like “i love you” or “your so beautiful” and you responded in the worst ways possible. or sometimes you didn’t respond at all, you felt like you weren’t ready for a relationship. but you wanted to be, you loved carl so much and you definitely wanted to be with him. you just were never taught about this relationship stuff, and didn’t know how to tell him that.

now i have it, and damn it, its kinda weird

you would think not having relationship experience either carl would be about just as awkward as you were. but for some reason he just had a natural charm that he always used on you, and oh it certainly worked.

as you guys still sat next to each other, hand in hand, your minds both else where. carl decides to break the silence between the two of you.

“you’re so pretty.” he says looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. you were beyond flattered by the compliment but you couldn’t seem to come up with a response to it. carl was always the type to give you random compliments out of the blue for no reason.

he tells me that im pretty, don’t know how to respond.

 “uh- you too.” you giggle awkwardly, immediately the embarrassment washed over you when you had realized what you said. you can’t believe you just said that, he just complimented you and you responded like that.

i tell him that he’s pretty too, can i say that? don’t have a clue.

all he does is laugh softly at your comment causing you to get even more embarrassed. your face growing a deep cherry red as you wish you could go back in time at that moment.

“im sorry carl.” you began to apologize, carl was so sweet to you and you couldn’t even form a sentence around him.

“for what?” he glances at you face full of confusion. he wondered why would you be apologizing, you didn’t do anything wrong?

every time you were around carl or he said something to you, you got so easily flustered. you didn’t want things to be awkward between the two of you and you felt like you always made it like that. 

“i don’t know, i just feel like your to good for me.” “your so nice to me and i cant even be a good girlfriend.” you say looking back at him frowning slightly.

“i mean your always giving me compliments and little gifts you find.” you say fiddle with your fingers in anxiety of what he might respond.

“that’s ridiculous, your the best and only girlfriend i could ever ask for.” he says in disbelief that you would ever think less of yourself.

carl saw you for what you were, you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever met. he couldn’t ask for anyone better because you were all he ever needed. it hurt him that you didn’t view yourself in the same way.

“you mean it?” you say smiling up at him

'Cause I think I've fallen In love this time

he smiles back, reassuringly reaching out to caress the side of your face. he would do anything to prove his love to you. he almost enjoyed how flustered you’d get by his simple words. he didn’t understand why you being awkward was a problem. he no longer wanted you to feel ashamed of how you reacted to certain things he did or said.

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

“of course i do.” “why wouldn’t i?” all you do is smile at his comforting words, him smiling right back. oh to be loved by carl grimes was truly an experience.

“you want me to prove it?” he says in a low tone of voice.

your eyes widened in both shock and anticipation. as usual you couldn’t seem to come up with a response to what he had said. 

after a few moments of silence he cups both sides of your face, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. his soft lips on yours almost drove you crazy. his lip’s against yours almost felt

What if he's the last one I kiss?

you kiss back hesitantly at first, but slowly ease into the kiss more growing comfortable with your lips against his. he finally pulls apart from you after what felt like ages, your cheeks still a bright shade of red.

What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?

“you believe me now?” he says laughing as you do the same. carl grimes was the only person who could ever make you feel this way, and im sure he knew of it.

The first one to ever like me back, I'm seconds away from a heart attack

“sure thing grimes.” you say your heart still beating at a rapid pace just thinking about the kiss. more silence lingers between the two of you before he speaks again.

“i love you so much, y/n.”

“i love you too carl.” smiling to yourself as you lean your head against his shoulder.

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And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine.

a/n: zoes is much better than mines so go look at hers!!

#p1stach1oss ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead

[ashtxeman]

WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT

I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.

Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:

Glass Joe, good why?

I can answer that, absolutely.

HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.

POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.

I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.

His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT. 

Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.

His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.

His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.

POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.

Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good. 

His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food’ you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long. 

Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!! 

Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :] 

POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.

OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something. 

The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.

Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.

POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.

THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.

Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.

Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.

His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH. 

POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE

I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved. 

He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.

Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....

#punch out wii #punch out #glass joe

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Part Four

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: like 2 swear words I think..? also not proof read because its 12.30am and I need to sleep but I really wanted to just get this out there so sorry if its shit

A/N: wow whoops how is it almost a year since I last updated this story?? I am so SO sorry, its been a difficult year but honestly THANK YOU for the comments and messages about this series. You guys keep me motivated to keep writing so thank you thank you thank you!! Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Three | Masterlist

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Sooooo, James McAvoy kissed me… I know right? WHAT?! 

Is this real life? Am I dreaming? Have I fallen through a wormhole into some alternate reality? 

All I know for sure is, Vera is bloody good at playing Cupid.  

— — — — 

Walking into the work the next morning you can’t help smile. Getting kissed by James McAvoy certainly has a way of putting a spring in your step. As you approach the theatre you notice more people hanging around than usual. There’s normally one or two guys with cameras hoping to catch a glimpse of James or Anastasia, but today there’s a whole group. And even more unusual is, they’re actually paying attention to you. 

“It’s her! Over here love!” 

“Flash us a smile?”

You shield your eyes as cameras flash brightly in your face, disorientating you as you try to reach the theatre door.

“How long have you been dating James?”

“What does Anastasia think about your affair?”

“Leave her alone!” A voice cuts through the noise as an arm comes around you and directs you safely inside. “Should be ashamed of yourselves, shouting at a young girl like that. Vultures!” Vera shouts before slamming the theatre door shut and turning to you “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” you reply, even though your hands are shaking. “What the hell just happened? Why do they suddenly care about me?”

“You haven’t seen?” Vera asks, reaching into her bag and pulling out a magazine which she hands to you. There on the front cover is a photo of your face staring back at you. 

“What the…” you say in shock as you read the caption ‘meet the mystery girl who stole James’ heart’ along side a photo of the two of you smiling at each other in the coffee shop. “This is mental”

“It gets worse” Vera says as she opens the magazine to the article in which details about you have even printed for anyone to read along side a couple of your selfies taken from your instagram account. They found out your age, where you grew up, where you studied. 

“This is madness! It was just coffee, surely no one actually cares this much about who I am?”

“Just coffee..?” Vera asks “Because I have to say you do look quite cosy there”

“Well-”

“Miss Y/L/N!” Alan the director calls from down the corridor, startling you “A word please.” A statement, not a question.

You nod, taking a breath before heading down to meet him. He leads you into his office and closes the door, gesturing for you to take a seat. You notice a copy of the magazine on his desk. 

“Care to explain what’s going on here?” He picks up the magazine, pointing to the photo of you and James. 

“We went to get coffee” you reply simply, not quite understanding what all the fuss is about. 

Alan opens the magazine and begins to read “McAvoy and his new girl were spotted getting close as they talked and giggled together in cafe nero, leaving us to wonder if his relationship with girlfriend and theatre co-star Anastasia is in trouble. We cant wait to see how this backstage drama plays out.”

“Like I said, we just got coffee. People recognised James, saw me with him and put two and two together to get five.”

“Well I hope the coffee was worth it because I’m going to have to pull you from the production team.” 

“What?! No, Alan, sir, please-”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll arrange someone to cover you”

“Alan?” James bursts through the door “sorry to interrupt but you can’t replace Y/N, she’s done nothing wrong. Its my fault we were there, I asked her to come. It was supposed to be a group thing but everyone else dropped out.” 

You feel your heart flutter at the fact he’s covering for you, even if he is bending the truth slightly.

“Look James, I understand it may have been a mistake but I cant risk this love triangle of yours effecting the show.” 

“There is no love triangle.” James laughs “All this is is two colleagues having a drink after work”

‘Colleagues’? You think to yourself, has he forgotten the kiss you shared after?

“Oh come on, you have to admit these photos look rather cosy” Alan points to the magazine.

“It was loud in there, we had to lean in close to be able to hear each other. It’s not Y/N’s fault that people are seeing something that isn’t there!”

You feel your heart sink as the words ‘something that isn’t there’ play on repeat in your mind.

“Fine, you can stay.” Alan’s voice pulls you back out of your thoughts. “But you’ll have to tell Anastasia” he directs the last bit to James who rolls his eyes. 

“So this was her idea then” James says.

“She’s just concerned about how this negative press could affect ticket sales.”

“That’s bullshit Alan and you know it!” The anger in James’ voice surprises you. You would never dream of talking to a director like that. “You’ve said yourself there’s no such thing as ‘negative press’. As long as people are talking about the play then people will come to see the play. Your words, not mine.” 

“I know” Alan sighs. 

“Ana is just jealous and looking to stir trouble, that’s what she does.”

“Yes but we need her.”

“Do we?” James asks, and a silence fills the room. You awkwardly glance between the two men, feeling uncomfortable being in the middle of this heated conversation. 

You clear your throat, causing Alan and James to look at you. For a moment you think they may have forgotten you were still there. “Can I go?” You ask. 

“Yes of course, apologies Y/N. You must have work to be getting on with.” 

You give a small nod and get the hell out of that room as fast as you can. 

— — — — 

You give yourself ten minutes to just sit when you get to the props room, head on the desk just processing the past 24 hours. 

James kissed you. Paparazzi are obsessing over you. Alan nearly fired you. 

“Hello dear- ooh, are you alright?” Vera’s voice fills the room, you didn’t realise you’d left the door open. 

“Yeah” you say sitting yourself back up in your chair. 

“Really?” 

“…no.” you respond honestly.

“What happened daring?” Vera takes a seat on the chair next to you. “I heard raising voices when I passed Alan’s office on the way here.” 

“Alan wanted to remove me from the production team. James stepped in and basically saved my job.” 

“Oh, well at least you're still here. That’s a good thing.” 

“Yeah, but he also said some things that I don't know how to feel about.” 

“Alan?” 

“No, James. He said we’re just colleagues and there’s nothing between us but yesterday at the cafe it kinda felt like a date and then when we got back here he kissed me so now I just really don't know-” 

“He kissed you!!”Vera interrupts, a mix of shock and glee on her face. You forgot you hadn’t had chance to tell her yet. 

“Yeah, but then he said all that-“

“That doesn’t matter darling, he was probably just saying that to Alan to keep you here. Have you talked to him?” 

“No, I haven’t been able to. This morning as not gone to plan at all.” 

“Well then I wouldn’t worry about it just yet. You need to speak to him.” 

“Hello?” James voice calls as he appears at the door. 

“Speak of the devil” Vera whispers to you with a cheeky smile as she gets up from her chair “Hello James dear”

“Don’t let me interrupt you” 

“No not at all, I was just leaving. See you later Y/N” she winks before disappearing out the room, closing the door behind her. 

James watches her and turns to you. There’s a brief silence a the two of you just look at each other, a small smile on your faces. 

“So I-” “I should-” you both say at the same time, making you both laugh. 

“Sorry you were saying?” You ask.

“No no, you go” he replies. 

“Okay, uh.. I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me with Alan.” 

“Of course, there was no way I would let him fire you.” 

“I don't think he would have fired me, but he was definitely about to remove from this production.”

“Oh! Well in that case…” James jokes and you playfully hit him on the arm “I’m kidding, I’m glad you're still on the team.”

“Yeah me too.” you say absentmindedly fiddling with a pen you found on the desk. He places a hand on top of yours, causing you to look at him.

“And I know it got you in trouble, but I really enjoyed our coffee yesterday.”

“It was good coffee” you say sarcastically. 

“You know what I mean…” he says with a laugh. 

“Do I?” You ask, pulling your hands away as you sit back in your chair and look at him “cause I’m picking up on some mixed signals here” 

“Was kissing you not a clear enough signal?”

“Well I thought it was, but then you said that we were just colleagues and that there was nothing between us”

“What? When did I say that?” He is genuinely confused.

“This morning, in Alan’s office. You said that people were seeing something that wasn’t there! So I got the hint that you didn’t actually like me and maybe you regretted kissing me or maybe you just kiss everyone like that-”

“Y/N” he takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him “What I said to Alan I said because I didn’t want you to lose your job. I didn’t mean it. Just like I do not kiss everyone the way I kissed you and I most definitely do not regret it.” He smiles at you the most genuine, warm smile which makes you smile back. “I really like you Y/N, and I would really like to kiss you again. If you’ll let me..?” 

He searches your eyes and as soon as you nod he leans in and gives you the most tender kiss you’ve ever received. You melt into him completely, but suddenly pull away. 

“Wait, what about Anastasia? I don't want to be part of some love triangle.” 

“There is no triangle Y/N. Ana and I are not together.” 

“But the papers said-”

“It’s fake news, set up by the people in charge of the theatre’s publicity. They think more people will want to buy tickets for the show if the lead actors are dating. It’s bullshit I know, but I’ve been forbidden from setting the story straight until after the show closes.” He pauses, giving you a second to take in what he’s explained “I understand if this is too complicated, you shouldn’t have to be dragged into this mess and I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to get lost-“

Now its your turn to interrupt him. You pull him into you and kiss him, passionately. 

Eventually you pull apart slightly, wrapping your arms behind his neck and looking up at him. “Was that a clear enough signal for you?” You joke.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I think you need to show me again” he winks and you return to your new favourite hobby; kissing James McAvoy… 

Part Five

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[beesmygod]

what other genres of fiction would you like to create? like would you wanna make a high fantasy comic, full scifi comic, stuff like that

i have a couple of really dumb/fun low stakes stuff that's all comedy+another genre (crime, light sci-fi). but i also have been picking away mentally at a story abt a woman on trial for a heinous murder(s) and the events that lead to the development of the psychosis that takes over her life.

it took me 800 years to write this sentence bc reading something like that should trigger the "cringe edgy pivot from comedy to melodrama" alarm bells, but its one of those subjects thats been on my mind for about a year or so now as i become A Woman Of A Certain Age lol. i want to explore "how and why would a mother hurt their child(ren) in spite of the obvious societal repercussions" is a topic that really vexes me and the way my own diseased, addled brain tries to make sense of it is by creating a character.

but she has to make sense!!! it cant just be "oh she drinks baby blood bc she thinks it makes her live longer". no!!!! why does she hold this belief? how did this belief develop? where did it come from? what are the imagined mechanics of it? what is the "proof" that it works? how many times does she do it? how does she do it? what is the underlying lizard brain reason driving her? fear of dying? gratification? pity? i need to know the entire picture!!!!!

[honeyglz]

Confession

A/N - Final part lets goo !!! I really do appreciate all/any support you guys have left on these works, if you are interested in my works, I will be adding a master list of my works to my blog soon. !!This takes place in an AU where Deku never got his quirk from all might!! As always I hope you enjoy :D

Proof read- No tf Reader - Fem (no spec for anatomy), She/Her, You/Your/Yours :)

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters aside from my depiction of 'Y/N'/the reader

Pairing - Bakugou x reader

P1 - "Tell me a secret" P2 - Take it to the grave Category - Angst with a happy end!

Content Warning - General violence, near death, in depth fight description (kinda), heavy(ish) gore, Deku having issues (Borderline yandere), Y/N cant catch a break man, blood both mentioned and heavy detailing, body horror and dis-figuration. (You'll find out how when reading). Please let me know if I missed any <3

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-Y/N's POV- You felt so lost, your eyes fogged up in a drunk like state. The scent of your own blood staining the walls around you. It felt like forever that you'd been here. Had it been forever? The voice had told you no one was coming, you knew better to believe them but a part of you agreed. What if no one was coming? What if you died here? Day's blurred for you, you wouldn't know the day if someone asked, that in itself scared you. You didn't want to die here. A needle pierced your skin for what felt like the 100th time today. The same voice whispering praise as they sewed the wound they had injected the stuff into. You had no idea what it was but every time they used it you felt more and more pain. Less control of your body. Less sane thoughts to cling too. The small nothings in your ear continued as you felt your body flinch at the closeness. "You did so well dove, keep this up and I may just let you live by the end of this!" The voice exclaimed stroking the bloodied area with their cool leather glove. "Maybe even keep you around, how does that sound Dove? Just you and me- Forever" Their hand lifted your chin, neck raw against the rusted chains pushing into it. The voice hummed waiting for response. "I'd rather die" The voice went silent for a moment before what seemed signature laugh rang through the room. "Atta girl. Can't have you loosing your spark before we see Kacchan hm?"

The glove let go of her face, allowing the sting on her neck to subside. "Well as much as I'll miss you I have other things to attend to" they sighed placing down the syringe. "Oh, and get some rest dove, we have a big day ahead of us." Their voice held a sinister note as the sound of the metal door slamming shut, a shiver running though your spine. You had a bad feeling about this.... -Bakugou's POV- Bakugou stared down at the number. He had been trying to track it for hours. His hero gear weighed heavy against his body. Gauntlets shining in the evening sunlight. He thought back to the call. Remembering every detail. The time, the weather, the way his fucking breath sounded through the speaker. Bakugou's hands clutched as he imagined what sicko that had done to you. He wondered if you were even still breathing. Heat flared up, running from his hands to his chest, every inch of his skin felt hot, he was going to kill that bastard. His shoes hit the smooth tile of his agency's floor. People scrambling around him, some with files, others eyes concentrating on their screens as they continued to try track the call. Everyone knew that Bakugou's patience was running thin, it would only be so long before he lost his cool and took things into drastic measures. Abruptly everyone stopped, the sound Bakugou's phone began to buzz. The same number appearing on Bakugou's phone. Ring

...

Ring

...

Ring- He picked up.

"Took you long enough" The voice he knew once all to well, taunted. Midoriya took a long sigh before speaking again. "Y'know I see why you like her Kacchan, she's very- how do I put this?" Bakugou grit his teeth as he team worked around him trying to track the call. Midoriya smiled against the phone. "Oh yes that's it. Very.. Explosive." The ground shook underneath them as Bakugou steadied himself, still clutching the phone to his ear, hearing Midoriya's laugh. The building began to tilt, people rushing out quickly. One of his employees called out to him showing him the screen above, still just presenting the location. They had found them. "I'm coming to get you Deku. And when I do God wont be able to save you." He growled into his phone slamming the device down as he rushed to help people out of the now crumbling building.

-Midoriya's POV-

Midoriya sat in the dark as he lay back in the abandoned warehouse he called home. "Oh I'm counting on it. Time to end this, old friend." Midoriya's stood, looking over to his workers. "Get her ready. Its time we allow these love birds a little get together."

-Y/N POV-

You were being moved. The feeling of light touching your skin felt harsh and unusual after so long, though it faded quickly as cold began to settle in. Your body felt strange, you were chained in every possible way, you had been hurt in every way your body could handle but you were walking. A strength coursed through your veins. A foreign one. You felt your chains tug as someone placed you down. The wind blew, brushing against your face for what felt like the first time in forever. It was silent for awhile as you heard people leave the area. Suddenly the voice spoke.

"Y'know dove.. I don't think Ill be able to hang around after this is done like I promised."

You turned your head to the voice, still trying to get a good sense of where you were. None the less the voice continued. "I'm just thinking, since I wont be around there's no need to hide who I am right?" You stayed silent confused for a moment at the sudden change in them. They had never appeared so.... human to you.

You felt the fabric around your head loosen, your sight restored as you blinked at the strange sensation. Once you regained your sight your eyes drifted up to see a man, forest green locks thrown against his pale face, freckles decorating his checks as he smiled at you. He stood up from his place as he stretched feet skimming the edge of the building they sat on. "He's coming to get you. Should be here any moment." He looked back down at you, a small sad smile etching onto his face. "I really am sorry I won't be around to see you after this." He reached down grabbing your hand as he lay a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Surprisingly you were calm, you didn't flinch or move away. You just watched.

"By the way, my real name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya."

He turned away from you and a sudden explosion made you fall back onto the roof, heart pounding as you struggled against your restraints. Instinct kicking in.

"Well, looks like its show time dove. I really will miss you" And with that. He disappeared. Leaving you alone in the cold once again. Something new coursing through your veins. A command. A whisper perhaps.

Evolve

-Bakugou's POV- Bakugou smashed through the building, scanning the area only to see an empty warehouse. Well empty-ish. There were a few rooms, one had what looked like a bed in it, the other had all sorts of devices and a chair. Along with what looked to be a burner phone. He grabbed the phone mindlessly before trailing further, determined to find you. The stench of blood filled his senses as he walked into he third room. It looked like some sort of horror house. Something out of a movie. Blood stained the walls, tools lay across a counter and in the middle of a room was a metal bench, chains and straps laid across it. He felt his breath stop as he picked up what looked to be a torn piece of your hero costume. His heart kicked up a notch as he heard footsteps. Paired with a familiar voice.

"Well well well, looks like you found me huh Kacchan?"

Bakugou's head turned to find the alleged ghost of his sins. There Midoriya stood, scars adorning his skin, eyes harsh, far from the ones he knew as a kid. In that moment everything in his life weighed nothing, his regrets, his achievements, his title as a hero. It all meant nothing if he lost now. Midoriya smiled as he walked forward, gloved hands running through his green hair. "Where is she Deku." Bakugou spat though grit teeth as he eye'd down the green haired man before him. Midoriya only scowled eye's twitching with a deranged look creeping into them. "So, you only came for her huh?" The question went unanswered as the blonde snarled at the small talk. "I'm not here for small talk, where the fuck is she" Bakugou seethed as Midoriya only sighed taking off his gloves.

"I was hoping for some sort of apology, maybe even an once of guilt. But I guess not, huh?" Midoriya dropped his gloves as light began to emit from his skin, flashes of what looked like lightning striking the space between them, his eyes glowing darkly as he stared right into the blondes scarlet eyes, electric eyes meeting blood red.

"Im going to enjoy this."

In a flash Midoriya was behind Bakugou, fingers woven in a fist as he went to strike. Dust clouded the room as Bakugou narrowly dodged, blasting behind him, ash overwhelming the air as his blast struck Midoriya into a wall. The concrete cracked under the pressure, leaving the green haired man winded. Smoke cleared revealing Midoriya with his head low, blood dripping from his lips as he smiled widely, grin psychotic as he laughed. "Better than I thought. My turn" Like clockwork, Midoriya pushed off the wall, fist slamming into the blondes torso. Bakugou wen't flying through the buildings wall, blood trickling from his head as the sicking crack of his own bones filled his head. Midoriya felt the corners of his mouth twitch up again as he watched the blonde struggle to stand for a moment. Bakugou stumbled to his feet as Midoriya charged once again only for the floor under him to crumble. He fell and Bakugou jumped down, wiping the blood from his face as he spat out the bitter red liquid. They went back and forth exchanging hit after hit until Bakugou sent a powerful blast Midoriya's way. Sending him tumbling into the ground. The blonde grabbed onto the smaller man's neck, hands heating up as the smell of burning flesh began to rise. "I told you God wouldn't be able to save you" he hissed, squeezing Midoriya's neck tighter. Bakugou lifted Midoriya's body from the rubble. Midoriya muttered something the blonde didn't quite catch. not that he cared.

Not until he was flung into the air. He dropped Midoriya, head slowly turning to reveal a creature. It didn't look like a Nomu, not a normal one at least. It had a more human look, ridged horns across its back, up its legs. It's limbs look scratched, cuts and wounds all along its body. The creature jumped above him using a broken concrete pillar to knock the hero into the floor, creating a dent in the ground. He groaned head pounding as he watched it stand to its full height, revealing a haunting pair of E/C eye's staring dully at his broken figure. -Y/N's POV- Devolve

You had blacked out after Izuku had left you alone. Where were you? Your vision came back and your body felt twisted, your entire being screaming at you for even thinking of moving. There was smoke, everywhere. You couldn't run, you couldn't move. Your eyes frantically scanned around you. You still had chains on. You looked down at your legs. Torn open and stitched back you only now saw what they had made you.

Bearly human. You forced your eyes off your mangled body as you spotted a familiar face. Izuku walked towards Bakugou, watching as the man tried to crawl away. Izuku laughed as he kicked the man in the jaw, sending him flying once again. The blonde looked over to you before Izuku grabbed onto his neck. Squeezing harshly causing your skin to crawl. You watched as the green haired man continued to hold him.

You felt panic crawl up your neck as you tried to move. The same voice you heard before blacking out speaking. Stop.

You dont. Obey.

"Fuck you" You spat as you started to regain feeling, pain drilling into your bones as you did so.

Stop trying.

Now your finger was moving. Stop now.

Again you refused. You body was crying in pain at this point as you took a step forward. Obey.

Another. Stop moving.

And another. The voice got smaller and smaller until you couldn't hear it anymore. Step after step until you were running to them. It ached. Everything ached. But you didn't stop. Your legs took you further and further, hands still clutching the concrete pillar as you ran. Your arms swung back all your remaining strength focusing on one thing.

Knocking this psycho motherfucker out of orbit.

Your arms burnt as you took the final step, hands crushing against the harsh stone as you sent every prayer to heaven that you hit him.

Midoriya didn't even have a chance to process what was happening as for the split second he turned his head to meet your gaze, icy and determined. His eyes widened in awe before everything went black.

'Of course you were the only one who broke the trance. Who else could do something as amazing as that? No one but you, Dove'

You watched as Midoriya was knocked too far for your eyes to follow. Dropping the pillar as you gave way to the crushing weight of strain that surrounded your body. Your hands, legs, everything shook as you let go of the breath you had been holding. Eyes snapping to Bakugou, who had now managed to stumble to his feet, leaning and limping you pushed yourself to rush to him as you tackled him.

You both fell back as he welcomed your embrace, face buried in your hair as he felt tears soak through his chest piece, his own tears racing down his face. He soothed you, heart breaking at your tired sobs. He held you tight, not minding the sting from his own wounds as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Your arms were locked around him, face pushed into his side as you sobbed, thankful that the nightmare was over.

Some time had passed and other hero's made it to the scene. You were both taken back to the hospital.

-At the hospital. 3 days later. Y/N's POV-

You awoke to the bright sunlight peaking through the dull curtains. You looked around to see your friends and family surrounding you. You smiled as tears ran down your face, thankful you weren't dreaming. You were free. You looked around, disappointed to see that Bakugou was no where to be seen. Mina noticed your smile drop as she signalled for everyone to give you abit of space. You stared at your bed realising that he had left. You let your thoughts get the better of you before a sudden grunt caught your attention. There Bakugou was, in a suit, cuts and bruises still fresh. He had bandages wrapped around his head, his messy blonde hair framing his face as sunlight hit the bouquet he held. He had a small blush on his face as he walked up to your bed handing you the flowers wordlessly. He looked nervous as he looked back to the door, their old classmates ushering him on as he spoke. "Listen I don't know if you meant what you said that day- But I fucking did... So-" He paused swallowing the last of his fears as he spoke "So, will you go out with me? I'll take you somewhere real nice promise. Hell I'll even wear whatever you want, shitty matching outfits and all-" He was cut off when your lips met his, hands around his neck tangling into his hair as you pushed your self up from the hospital bed covers. He was taken back before he leaned down ignoring the cheers from everyone outside the door. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away, breathless as you held your flowers, enjoying the furious blush that the hero wore once you pulled away. "So was that a yes or-?" he said jokingly as you smacked his arm playfully smiling as you admired him. "Yes Katsuki, I'll go out with you." You said planting another kiss against his check, watching as everyone poured back into the room congratulating you both.

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[ezlebe]

prompt: greg goes through his dilf montage era and tom finds out

Tom has never slept with a sex worker before, and despite the night and the exchange of money, he’s starting to wonder if he’s really has yet. He glances across his shoulder, then down at the counter, and separates the proofs a bit further, glancing at the letterhead – did he just get corporate spied? He doesn’t think so, they didn’t even touch on work after they met at the bar, and while he’s not out, he’s not particularly in either, yet the badly-fake-named Hershel has a counter full of EMCO documents. He wonders if Gregory Hirsch was the last sad sack who – wait. Hirsch… Hershel, what the fuck?

“Are you some kind of spy?” Tom demands, waving the papers when Hershel turns the corner into the hall – he should’ve known something was up, since ‘Hershel’ was nothing like he expected out of this sort of thing. “Why the hell do you have these?”

“They’re like, they’re mine?” Hershel says, hasty against the brief intimidation, putting his hands up with a sharp lean backward. “Why?”

Tom glances down at the name, again, connecting dots and coming up bewildered by them. “Do you not get fucking paid, man?”

“Not like a lot, really,” Hershel says, or Gregory, or whoever this man is who moonlights as a sex worker that brings johns back to his actual home. “I guess there’s some kind of agreement with – uh, with Western? I-I’m like an intern.”

Tom peeks down his nose, reading further through the now-obvious mock up of a contract proposal; he could… hell, why isn’t EMCO using this sort of talent? He glances at the Gregory Hirsch in the email signature. “You did this, to confirm, Julia Roberts?”

“Like, yeah?” Gregory says, leaning toward, as if he doesn’t know what’s on the paper.

“Huh….” Tom hums a low, meandering note. “And you’re in school - undergrad?”

“Yeah,” Gregory repeats, visibly swallowing, then looks away from the papers with a longing glance toward the empty coffee machine.

Tough luck. Tom is on a tear.

“You shouldn’t bring people back here, first thing,” Tom says, clearing his throat, as he throws the papers down to the counter. “I now know your name, second thing, Gregory; third thing, I could come back and murder you; fourth – ”

“I’m kind of – uh, like new at it, I’m still figuring it out,” Gregory interrupts, stepping forward, then back, reaching up and scratching  at the stubble peeking over his lip. “You’re like th-the third guy? Or sort of second? The first one was more of an accident.”

“An accident,” Tom repeats, lowly, angling with a raised brow across the counter while splaying a hand across the papers. “How does that – what?”

“Yeah, like,” Gregory says, shrugging, raising a brow high up his forehead while he tilts his head, offering this little smile like he’s made some deal. “I didn’t know until he like paid me the morning after?”

“Jesus Christ,” Tom says, rolling his eyes hard, then rocking back, scrubbing a hand up into his hair while he gestures with the other out across the apartment. “That explains your… entire approach.”

“Is it bad?” Gregory says, leaning forward with an eager pair of blinks, like he’s actually asking for a critique. His business acumen is clearly some astonishing natural level, while his street smarts are stuck languishing in a gutter.

“Chatting someone up for three hours and then saying we can fuck for a couple hundred? Yeah, no,” Tom says, dragging his teeth across his lip with a short jerk of his head to the side. “It’s not great.”

Gregory cants back on his heels with a twist at his mouth. “Is that not normal? I think I've seen it like that in movies.”

“I don’t know,” Tom snaps, hearing his voice pitch and warmth immediately, consequently flood across the tops of his ears. “But it doesn’t seem like it, Gregory? Seems like it could blow up in your face.”

“Just Greg,” Greg says, idly, while his eyes drop between them to narrow at the floor. “I guess you’re right, yeah.”

“Just Greg,” Tom mocks, then exhales a harsh breath in some attempt at a dismissive laugh. “So now I’m wondering, do I look like I have a lot of money?”

“Uh,” Greg intones, lifting his eyes to look at Tom, and he’s visibly thinking on it, but it doesn’t seem to be in a particularly vacillating way. “Sort of. I mean you always dress like pretty nice?”

“Sort of,” Tom repeats, glancing down over at his trousers, then the blazer on the back of the sofa. “Sort of? Why… Okay, explain the approach?”

Greg wets his lips, glancing in the same direction while his fingers briefly fold together. “Like, what do you mean?”

“How do you choose a mark at the bar?”

“I don’t? That makes it sound really bad?” Greg says, voice lifting, then shaking his head. “It’s just normal, really, like… if I, uh – I talk to a guy who seems like he wants to – to go to bed with me, I politely request that he pay me.”

Tom stares for a beat, then decides he isn’t going to clarify his question that he meant himself, specifically, instead moving on to a more unbelievable element. “And that worked on two people,” he says, deciding to actively repress that he is, in fact, one of them.

“Yeah?” Greg says, scratching against the side of his nose, then folding his hands back together. “It’s not like – I-I don’t have a mark system.”

Tom raises his brows while staring for a beat.

Greg rolls his lips together, looking close to a pout. “Did you not have a good time?”

Tom rolls his eyes at the absolutely transparent attempt to both change the subject and garner sympathy. “Do you see this being your future, Greg? Because yes, fine, the sex was great, which I think you know, but you don’t seem all that together on the actual work part of it.”

“I don’t, like… really know, man,” Greg says, compounding the problem with a meek mutter. “But I’ve made like almost two grand?”

“Alright, but you can make that in an hour at my job.” Tom points at the papers stacked in a mess next to them. “Those’re good. You’re at EMCO? Not to be worse at anonymity than you, but I’m contracted there for a year and these weasel words are woven better than any by the jokers I’m currently stuck trying to re-structure in marketing.”

Greg stares for a few beats, eyes darting down and the back up, shaking his head. “I – I don’t… Are you just saying that? I’m not like even into it.”

“No,” Tom says, exhaling a weak, reluctant laugh. He picks up the papers to wave more demonstratively under Greg’s disbelieving expression. “Honestly, Greg, the fact you’re not that quote unquote into it, and also a student, makes them look very bad.”

“Really?” Greg says, quietly, a touch of visible color in his face that is absolutely not interesting at all. “You think they’re good?”

“Yes,” Tom says, setting the papers back down and tapping the corner to align them. “I can’t imagine what these would be like if you tried.”

Greg visibly sucks at the inside of his lip. “That much in an hour?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tom says, rolling his eyes a little, as he tilts his head to look better up at Greg’s thoughtful expression. “I’m lined up for a job at Hong Kong next year that’ll give me a helicopter.”

“I-I was…” Greg wets his lips, then offers a weak forward roll of his shoulders. “In the beginning, I kind of was thinking more… like, I’d get this, then the postgraduate, then... work for my grandpa’s ranch?”

“Ranch?” Tom repeats, thrown for a further loop. “With horses and cowpokes?”

“It’s like a – an uh, organic product corporation,” Greg says, scratching at the back of his head with a weak shake. “But he doesn’t call it that.”

“If you’ve got a position lined up, even better,” Tom says, briefly considering, then dismissing, his own motivation here, as if he really thinks that convincing Greg to go one way or the other on this could make him any less a person who looked at Tom and broke through into his meaty center of loneliness to snatch for a pay day. “I don’t have any fucking clue how an ag corp is structured, but it’s certainly a big business.”

Greg grimaces hard, plainly disbelieving the sentiment.

“But by all means, if you really enjoy this,” Tom says, spreading his arms while offering an equally wide, toothy grin, “Continue to pretend you’re into men and give them the ol’ shocker with a price tag.”

“I wasn’t pretending – “ Greg says, voice lifting, daring to actually be offended. “Did it seem like I was pretending?”

“Oh, no, it made me feel like a real catch, thinking I was making a connection with someone only to find out they wanted money,” Tom says, widening his eyes briefly, then slapping his hand down at the papers on the island. “It all makes sense now I know you’re a business major. The cards laid right out.”

Greg looks hurt now, which… he deserves, but he also needs to stop pouting about it. It’s inspiring no less than a gross amount of unwarranted sympathy.

“It does help a bit to know you’re just a generally strange human being,” Tom amends, grudgingly, crossing his arms over his chest. He takes a breath, then another, then flicks out the lower hand. “Do some research if you keep doing this – it’s not a good idea to expose people like me to your literal home. Do you even have your license yet?”

Greg looks briefly concerned. “Do I need one?”

“No! Because this shit is illegal, remember?” Tom says, shifting his hands settle at his hips. “We just committed a felony together.”

Greg stares at Tom for a beat, then curves his brows with confusion. “Are you American?”

“It’s still illegal here,” Tom says, a bit forcefully, though now he’s not all that sure of it. He’s never thought to check – he should have, last night, the moment lanky mister here admitted he was angling for a payday.

Greg further narrows his eyes. “It’s not called a felony, though.”

“Whatever.” Tom exhales a harsh scoff though his nose. “You need to figure out how to do this right, is what I’m saying. Not everyone is as pleasant as I am – to start with, at least, change your locks and start going to hotels.”

“I mean, how do –?” Greg shakes his head, hunching up into himself. “Like, do you have anything else to suggest?”

“Do I look like a pimp?” Tom snaps, rearing back in offense and flattening his feet on to floor. “You’re the first time I’ve ever even paid for sex, buddy. It’s not my thing.”

Greg blinks, rapidly, mouth pinching to a tight moue. “Then why did you?”

“Because I… thought I had a connection, like I said, and then I figured fuck it,” Tom shrugs, forcefully apathetic, ignoring a roiling regret low in his gut every time he’s being forced to admit this mistake. Oh, it’ll be anonymous; he’ll never go back to that bar; he’ll just have a good time; he’s all fucking alone in this stupid country, anyway – look at where it’s got him? “Might as well, anyway, even if it wasn’t real, it felt… good for a minute to think it was – thanks for the lip service, Hershel. That’s what I really paid for.”

Greg looks bizarrely taken aback, as if surprised that some ruse he’s apparently worked before actually works at all. He takes a hasty step back, then another, one of his hands going up in a hasty wave. “Can you… like, wait here?”

“Why not,” Tom mutters, sarcastically, looking down at the floor with a deep sigh. “This is so fucking unsafe…” He peers down the short hall for a beat; he thinks he could take Greg, if he had to, but he is a big, bizarro of a pretty creature. “For everyone, actually.”

Greg reemerges with a wad of bills in hand and a visible bite folding the inside of his cheek. “You can take it back. I – I don’t want you to think that like there wasn’t a-a connection?” He says, shoving the money harder into Tom’s chest, and worked up enough to forget his size, apparently, as the force of it rocks Tom against the cabinet. “I really did – do like talking to you. I talked to you way more than anyone else I’ve met like, at any bar for any reason? I’m… you know, still talking to you now, even.”

Tom takes the bills, then counts out half, then slips it all back in under his thumb while holding out the bills to give back. He’s been Pretty Woman’d by an amateur; what is wrong with him?

Greg folds his arms, refusing to take it, though his eyes markedly dart to and away from the money, like it pains him.

“Greg,” Tom says, firming his voice but keeping it a bit gentle. “Just take it.”

“Can I have your number?” Greg asks, clearing his throat, then reaching out for a flip phone that’s been sitting next to the coffee maker. “Instead?”

~

Tom doesn’t know what to expect when he gets a text only a few days later, a few awkward lines that sum up an invitation to meet in the cafeteria. He anticipates overwhelming awkwardness, but Greg seems to be made of it while being absolutely immune to it all at once, because he really does just seem to want some kind of a buddy.

“And this is just like, a lunch. It’s not like a – an exchange of anything.”

“I didn’t think it was,” Tom says, slow, glancing at the spread of luxurious cart poutine that Greg is dropping out onto the table between them. “But thanks for clearing it up.”

“I did like a lot of reading on Reddit and you do have to make that sort of clear?”

“Oh,” Tom feels a swoop in his gut. “You still tricking old men into paying you?”

“Oh, I mean – No, I stopped,” Greg says, shoulders curling into his visibly flushed ears. “You kind of had a point about like my potential earning? Like. Like, the last couple days, I was thinking about it a lot. I can’t really do it long term? And I can’t, you know, ever move on, like… it’s not a transferable position to another city?”

Tom drops his head in a nod, though he’s pretty sure it is one of the few jobs that can be done almost anywhere, but.“…Alright.”

“And I didn’t even think, like, about the other thing,” Greg says, in a sudden rush, leaning over his poutine while his eyes go wide, then dart over shoulder, as if some would be killer is just outside his line of sight. “Did you know that sex workers are called the less dead – and like gay ones ar-are like even less less dead. And there’s been a bunch of guys going missing in Toronto.”

“I had heard things,” Tom admits, pinching his lips tight together for a brief pair of moments. “Did you change your locks?”

“Like, yeah,” Greg says, rolling his eyes hard, as his fingers scratches up against the outside of his lip. “I mean the other two guys weren’t… that weird, but then I thought about the ones who I didn’t get paid by?”

Tom slowly raises an eyebrow. “How many men have you slept with?”

“There? Like… eleven – or, ten, I guess, not counting you, but it’s more than none, Tom. And I’m on the ground floor.”

Tom feels a smirk pull at his mouth and quickly rolls his lips to hide it. “Have I accidentally given you a phobia?”

“It’s definitely, like – ” Greg exhales hard through his nose. “Uh, like an anxiety, maybe.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Tom says, reaching out and stealing a fry, then briefly wagging it at Greg’s pinched frown. “But not that sorry, really. Glad you’re safe.”

Greg jabs a fork into his fries with a glance upward. “So I, uh… I got like an assignment transfer to Caren Conners?”

Tom grunts an affirmative.

“…Was that you?”

“Maybe,” Tom says, looking down at the absolute shit of a bid in front of him; he should make Greg do this, as a teaching moment or some equally bullshit excuse to slack off. “She’s soft. You’ll have time for school. I told her I read some of your exceptional work.”

~

Tom raises a brow at Greg’s abruptly stunned look up from his plate. The food isn’t that good, especially not for lunch, though Tom sort of has been dragging them around looking for that unicorn. “You having a fit?”

“Uh, just – uh,” Greg looks down, shoving a piece of bread from his decimated philly into his mouth. “Like… alright, maybe one of th-the guys I’ve been with walked in.”

Tom frowns, a little, and looks over his shoulder.

Greg makes a pitchy noise. “No, don’t look – Tom!”

“Oh, is that number two or number one?” Tom asks, watching the man move across the floor behind his shoulder, chatting to the server and utterly oblivious to Greg. Somehow.

Greg shakes his head hard, covering his whole face with his hand. “Not like either, he – uh, he’s just one of the other guys.”

“Huh,” Tom intones, ignoring a little stab of bitterness, as he watches the guy settle into a seat next to his decidedly teenaged presumed-son. He is almost certainly older than Tom, if fit for it, and visibly greying further than the temples. It’s actually sort of difficult not to draw the obvious conclusion. “Do you maybe have a type, Gregory - a hard-on for the older man?”

“Like, shut up,” Greg mutters, peeking up from his plate with a wash of pink across his cheeks. “You’re like not that old.”

Tom sneaks another peek and raises his brows, as a woman joins them, waving off the man when he mocks getting to you pull out the chair for her. “Oh, starling, is someone a nasty little homewrecker?”

“Maybe it’s an open relationship?” Greg says, his low tone far more hopeful than with any sort of belief behind it.

“Sure,” Tom says, narrowing an eye, as he looks back across their table.

Greg turns a hand in an open gesture against the lacquered top. “It’s a thing?”

“I’ve heard of it,” Tom said, reaching out for his coconut water with a brief curl of his nose, looking away and then back to Greg, trying not to feel too much like he’s about to cross a line. “I just… don’t get it on a fundamental level.”

“Yeah, relationships are, like…” Greg says, mouth flattening, his eyes still fixed over Tom’s shoulder, but now with a wary, markedly fixed glint. “Already hard enough to figure out. It’s probably, like… being straight or bi or pan or whatever? Like, hey, you get it or you don’t.”

“Yeah,” Tom says, then realizes he is fully staring across the narrow bridge of Greg’s nose and forces his eyes to drop to his dwindling plate of porchetta nachos. “Something like that. Hey, who was better?”

“Tom… Did you say starling? What’s wrong with starlings?” Greg says, abruptly, his hand crawling across the table to steal off Tom’s plate. It’s honestly unclear if he’s aware or ironic.

Tom gestures at the retreating arm and the sends a flat look upward. “They’re nasty, gregarious little birds… that’ll eat anything and destroy everything.”

“Is this about Marc, too, because that was a –” Greg says, covering his mouth, as he chews, with an avoidant look and a glance toward the window at their side. “A misunderstanding.”

“You got his internship put under review and took his project,” Tom says, raising his brows, feeling a smirk curl somewhat proudly against the corner of his mouth. “I almost want to get you a certificate for sliminess.”

Greg outright scowls with a low grumble, but it seems theatric. “He wasn’t – like. He was like bad at it, Tom. You said so.”

“Uh-huh,” Tom says, smacking his lips, slow, then rolling his eyes to finish with a dry look. “You’re right, maybe he wasn’t cut out for the rat race. Does he love money so much that he’d stumble into sex work for a week?”

“I didn’t ask,” Greg says, lifting his chin, a frown flat across his mouth, but there’s a sparkle at the edge of his eyes that means he’s enjoying this little tête á tête. “I still think it – like, it was a compliment? That guy thought I was a professional.”

Tom intends for a scoff under his breath, but a laugh breaks it up. “Do you not even remember his name?”

Greg visibly comes up short, tongue pressing at the inside of his lip, then affects some sort of awful, distracting pout, all big eyes and quivering lips. “Are you, like… slut shaming me, Tom?”

“I wasn’t, no,” Tom says, honestly, feeling another laugh build at the joking tone audible in Greg’s voice. “But now I’m coming around to it. Did you just call yourself slutty?”

“I just – ” Greg drops the façade and wets his lips at the same time he drops his lashes, surely pointedly, “It’s, like… a language I can actually speak.”

“You can speak two whole actual languages, Greg,” Tom says, determinedly not thinking about pressure points and Greg’s fingers across his bare back; it’s still sore… or it should be, anyway, but he’s having unusual trouble holding a grudge against Greg. “And, as far as I know, anyway, your French is magnifique.”

Greg shakes his head, but he looks flattered, lips pinching against a wider, more candid smile.“It’s, um – sort of my first language.”

Tom raises his brows.

“Yeah, my – uh, my grandma took care of me a lot when I was a baby to like a little older,” Greg says, then shrugs, reaching out to take the last of Tom’s chips. “Like, until she died, anyway – my mom sort of had to, then.”

Tom grimaces, slightly, but Greg doesn’t seem to care much bringing it up, just matter of fact. It still has him want to make some promise to this man that he’s only known a month under the weirdest possible circumstance. “Hey, I’m just glad you learned English somewhere.”

~

“What like could I do, so we can – ” Greg gestures, absolutely inexplicably, in a spinning pair of hands across the desk. “Like go to dinner, one day, instead of lunch?”

Tom blinks and tilts his head, glancing away from his monitor and up at Greg with a raise of an eyebrow. “As in a date?”

Greg wets his lips and offers a weak, one-shoulder shrug.

“You don’t have to do anything, Greg, except…” Tom points with the pen that he’s been chewing on between his teeth. He can feel himself already regretting this, not unlike that night at the bar, but he’ll be in China in eight months, no matter what does happen; a convenient, pre-existing timer if this goes to shit. “I would like you to really tell me why you approached me at the bar.”

Greg exhales hard through his nose and rolls his eyes up, then out toward the window,

“No?” Tom questions, trying not to be too put out.

“That wasn’t like... the first time I saw you there,” Greg mutters, in a rush of breath like a confession, sweeping a few fingers through his hair. “And like you, usually, just – uh,  just watched hockey with the guy who I know is Mark, now, but then like you weren’t that night? And so I – uh, I decided to try, you know?”

“You were already watching me?” Tom asks, catching the pen as it falls from his open mouth.  

“I noticed you were there?” Greg says, evasively, glancing down, then back up, tightening an arm across his middle and tucking his opposite hand under it. “A couple times. And normally, I don’t – ” He shrugs, “I don’t actually do the approach, ever? But it kind of made it easier, if I like was pretending to be someone else and I had a different name? I was Hershel, you know, um... erudite escort or whatever. I wasn’t… Greg.”

“Tom kind of likes Greg, though,” Tom says, setting his pen down onto the desk. He toys with the idea of telling Greg straight out that he has seen little difference between what was apparently some persona more than a name and Greg, as he is, but that might come off less than helpful. “And he will go on a date with him, but they have to play by bases. He’s not getting any until the third one. So if this is some ploy to get at Tom’s magnificent cock again, he’ll have to wait.”

“That’s like cool,” Greg says, nodding twice, twice and twisting his hands above the desk with a tilt of his head. “I mean. Sure. Does that – uh, that night – ”

“No,” Tom interrupts, shaking his head once and picking his pen back up just to point with it across the desk. “That wasn’t, apparently, with Greg. But his enthusiasm has been noted.”

Greg presses his mouth flat while lifting a shoulder to acknowledge the point, only to abruptly twist his mouth into a moue. “Could you… uh, like not make a thing about talking like that for the rest of the day?”

Tom rolls his head back and forth, then shakes it with a glance sideways and a sorry smirk. “Tom wasn’t even thinking about that until Greg made it an option.”

Greg sighs so hard down to his little notebook that it sounds like it hurts, but there’s a marked pull at his lip that looks like he’s hiding a smile.

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[just-before-dawn]

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#im sorry about this again #i literally hate talking about this but it had to be said #because im tired of it truthfully #idk whos gonna read it but please take my words into consideration

[antiloreolympus]

5 Older Anti LO Asks

1. I'm gonna say something controversial here: I don't mind LO's depiction of Zeus for the most part. Portraying him as a self-absorbed asshole who rarely owns up to his mistakes and sleeps around with any pretty woman he sees (including ones who are only complying due to pressure like Aphrodite) is pretty in-character to the myths. And Zeus was the closest thing to a main antagonist (besides Hades)  the original hymn had, what with him selling Persephone off to Hades without her or Demeter's consent. So I don't mind him being an antagonist in LO.

But!

If you want to make Zeus the bad guy... maybe don't write your story in a way that makes him seem more in the right than HxP???? The whole trial is framed as Zeus just being a petty coward who breaks up Hades and Persephone not for any justifiable reasons, but because he's afraid Hades or Apollo will use Persephone's power to usurp him. It's played out as if Zeus doesn't actually have a leg to stand on in persecuting Persephone when he very much does??? Persephone committed mass murder and then ran away when asked to stand trial. If anything, Zeus only banishing her to clean up her mess, like she should have from the beginning on, is remarkably gracious on his part. We've seen multiple times in the comic that he could've done worse and just flat-out could have made her an example like Prometheus for her crimes.

2. I haven't kept up with LO in the slightest, so I'm almost jealous of you guys who've actually been able to read along and see the hilarious shit crop up because the schadenfreude--unfortunately I cant bring myself to catch up because to me, LO isn't like, interesting but bad, it's just ugly, stiff art and super boring and stilted writing with occasional thigh-slappingly funny garbage takes on the mythos. I'm addicted to this blog like the morning newspaper, however, so thanks, mod!

3. The constant mentions of how “beautiful” Persephone is doesn’t help when Rachel seems to be using it as “proof” she’s the best goddess ever for it? Like we do not see her intelligence, or goals, or any sort of discernible personality to make everyone so obsessed with, so we’re supposed to just go off how horny she’s made everyone else over Persephone and that’s it? Which as you said, that’s a bit 🤔 when Persephone is fundamentally the more boring design and isn’t even unique in comic.

4. I just love how RS claims LO is “for adults” when it’s so obviously written for a tween/child audience. I’m sorry but everything about it from the art to writing choices are so painfully child friendly. Yes I’m aware of the random violence/SA, but edited those out and it’s easily something only children would consume. Midnight Poppy Land is the same way.

5. I love the excuse of the fans to go “um she’s a woman who puts a lot of hard work into this :/“ like wow, I didn’t realize she was the first woman ever to make a comic. Who knew. Do they think she’s invented the concept in 2018? Or there aren’t thousands of better comics on that app alone over her? Or how y’all love to shit ok other female creators? why y’all white knighting for a woman who literally has no idea you exists and does not care about you. You’re are just dollar signs to her at best.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

[yushox]

WINGS

Quackity wakes up one day with this horrible itchy feeling on his back, with something liquidy running down the already sticky feeling skin.

The feeling is horrible and alarming.

Looking at his bed he nearly empties his stomach, instantly recognizing the liquids of a bad infection, also most of his feathers have fallen off in his sleep.

Panic sets in quickly and he is quick to grab his phone. Racking through his brain why he grabbed it.

Finally he remembers a private little comment, a promise from certain someone.

He punches in the number, hoping it still will work.

A couple of rings pass by.

"Hey Q, didn't think you would ever call me-"

"I don't have time for chitchat, do you still have the Las Nevadas chip I gave you and told you to never show it to anyone?"

"Yeah man, you sound sick.."

"Well, yeah, I am... really really sick. I need help with something. And I would only trust another winged person with something like this."

"Don't tell me you're in he-"

"I'm not, I'm actually genuinely ill... please use that chip as proof that you can visit and get one of my people to escort you to my room... please hurry, I'm panicking really bad right now."

"Okay man, I'll see you in about half an hour away, im pretty far away right now so please try to be patient.. I'll help you."

"Thank you..." he hangs up, he never thought he would ever let that person in his country. But he'd rather avoid seeking out Philza if he can avoid it.

His phone pings "I sent Tommy your way, he's closer and has better knowledge about medical stuff, don't worry, he's winged too. I'll hurry as fast as I physically can, but right now I am held back by a pretty big herd so I had to send tom."

"Okay. okay... does he know... about my past, about what you know?" he asks.

"Filling him in as we speak. Apparently he's experienced something bad with wings too, so he can comfort you and will understand you.... oh.. it involves dream, its always dream huh... fuck, cant talk anymore!.. see you in a little bit!"

The response comforts him. Inadvertently his hate towards Dream increases just at the implications that the mad did something to Tommy's wings.

Someone knocks "Sir, Saint Tommy is visiting."

"Let him in.." and Tommy walks in with a medical bag and everything "why do you look like you saw a ghost and were on the run?"

"Doesn't matter, but I will say that you have really good defenses. Also "Saint Tommy"? Really?"

Smiling he continues the conversation as the young adult gets his medical stuff ready "Thanks. Also yeah, felt like you needed a good title to be known by in my lands. Didn't want to use something like sir or someshit, saint seemed cooler."

"Cool, lets go to the bathroom and let the cleaners change your sheets." the younger speaks seriously.

"Okay doc," he stands and goes to the bathroom while Tommy instructs the cleaners on how to clean up the bed properly.

Soon Tommy walks into the room as well and gets the nearby stool "Take off your shirt and sit down, I need to see how bad the infection is."

He does as told and hisses at the little pokes at his wings "When did you become a doctor? Do you even have any certificates?"

"Big Q, I can't even read in the first place, what certification do you think I could ever get. Nah, I just forced Techno, Phil and Wilbur to read me biology and medical books instead of fairy tales as bedtime stories. I was obsessed with that shit. I've practiced alot of stuff on animals and myself alot. treating you will definitely be a breeze." the blonde laughs.

Tommy stops poking "Looks like a regular old dead limb necrosis, it's surprising it hasn't gone to this stage sooner. But you were smart about calling for help. Any longer and it would be a certain death. I'll just have to cut out the rotting parts... I have a bad feeling that your preening glands are also going to have to be removed. I'm unsure. All I need is your utmost consent to do these procedures."

"Erm, I assume bedrest..?"

"Nahh, I'll wash and desinfect the wounds at the end and then hold them close while drenching them with some regen. I don't want you to be forced to sleep on your stomach for days on end, besides I'm sure neither of us can afford to be on bedrest anyways."

For a few seconds it's silent as he thinks.

"You don't have to tell me anything Tom... but, can I see what that bastard did to your wings?"

"Oh, no I'm fine telling you. He kinda ripped them out along with the muscles and everything. Didn't clean the wounds just dumped alot of regen into them and left. I barely managed making a good enough antibiotic, had to rely on natural ingredients too. But my back has been fucked up ever since in all kinds of ways. There's more, way more than just that, but I want to talk to Wilbur about everything first."

"Fucking hell man... yeah, ofcourse, as long as you trust Will I won't stop you, just be careful."

"Ofcourse, anyways lets start the procedure. This will certainly hurt alot, but you are strong enough so."

---

After it's all said and done, Tommy helps Quackity go back to the bed. The younger walks out of the door and a much olde man walks in "Hey Q..."

"Hey asshole.."

They smile to eachother painfully, for once not finding it in them to yell and argue. The silence is comforting and familiar.

Q looks at the feathers collected and put into a box by his cleaners per Tommys instructions.

He picks one out, fading love pheromones still clinging to it.

Without a single word spoken he hands it to Wilbur. He will never say those words out loud again, not wanting to jinx it after getting his heart broken so many times.

Wilbur accepts the feather and pulls his only wing out, carefully preening the gifted feather into his own feathers. He silently pulls out a love feather of his own and sits besides Q.

"I don't have wings dumbass..."

He just chuckles and gently preens his feather into the shorter mans hair.

Quackity stares into Wilburs eyes, their faces coming close to one another.

And Quackity is the one who breaks the distance, crashing his lips into Wilburs.

Wilbur easily lets it happen, falling backwards and letting the other get on top. He notices the worried question in the charcoal haired mans eye "You're not Sally Q. You can never compare to her... I trust you."

Q smiles and puts his lips against Wilburs once more.

Together they create the true colors of Las Nevadas.

Wilbur raises his hand and slowly, carefully touches Quackitys scars, both of them discovering that the mans preening glands are still intact by the sudden bite into Wilburs neck.

Neither talk through the night, but they certainly will not forget the warmth they shared.

---

Days later Quackity walks into a important meeting, Wilburs feather proudly displayed in his hair.

Someone asks if he and Wilbur are an item.

"No" is his only answer. But in private, his heart, while still shattered and bleeding, has found it's final home.

#dsmp #dream smp #tntduo #quackbur #tommyinnit #doctor tommyinnit #tommy can't read lol #loosing body parts #necrosis #oneshot #i'm on my tntduo arc #sort of happy ending #ambiguous relationship #c!dream doesn't deserve to be anywhere except in the void #non canon #headcanon #YushoxStuff

[kotoritorin]

super random idea: 141 dead poets society

super messy post, i was sending these as messages to my good friend and he speaks Martin, so sorry if its illegible

what made me think of it was the "oh captain my captain" line, i randomly remembered of it, probably because of prices title, or maybe soaps title in the 2009 game.

them meeting up in the conference room at night and locking the door to talk about the fine things they see in the world and poetry

id like to say i thought price would be a good society captain but im so unsure. he can be very clinical and calm and collected in the way he sees the world but at the same time we know from the time laswell was kidnapped and also from the 2019 game that he can both be spurred by emotion to do something and also does have deep thoughts that hes willing to share once he deems it needed

at first i thought gaz would be the one to start it tho, like be the society captain. i just feel like he would

soap would be an enthusiastic follower i think. hes already into drawing, and does journal. i think hed like talking about things he likes and trying to work on ways he can make words sound prettier, it can be like drawing when he cant draw for him. he writes poetry in his head when he needs/wants to draw but cant

i think that after seeing so many horrible things, a humans brain will need some form of outlet. thats why i love so much that soap draws, he was a football jock and joined the military at 16 but hes also passionate about drawing and journaling and he keeps doing it in military too

human brains needing an outlet thing: soap draws, price smokes, gaz and ghost arent very detailed characters in the sense we know what they like, but i like thinking ghost comes up with little melodies in his head that he never shares with anyone but does hum into a voice recorder, for no reason other than to keep it. he knows he wont make a song out of it, he knows he doesnt want to show it to anyone, yet he records it in a human way to keep things

and i geniunely think gaz reads. i have no proof other than his speaking style but hear me out. he sounds and speaks like someone who read a lot and also liked socialising enough (i know gaz personally guys trust me he likes reading) (also zero proof for ghosts hobby/thing but its just a silly idea for him) (also i think maybe ghost might like dancing too, he can be a silly little guy from what we see from the campaign ads and stuff hes my blorbingo im going to squish him)

gaz sitting on the floor in the dark conference room with only a desklamp on, reading a book out loud for the rest of the team for them to discuss later; soap drawing mindlessly, price finally relaxing and fully enjoying a cigar, ghost leaning against a desk leg and watching how words form on gazs lips as he reads, fully immersed in the story

#call of duty #making up headcanons as we go #headcanon #ghost mw2 #price mw2 #soap mw2 #gaz mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #dead poets society #cod mwii #cod mw2 #yippee

[penguin--rat]

i might finnish this in the future but i dont rlly wanna anymore lol, i do like the concept though! rambles under cut

so! so. you See. this is all about my boy artyom (ZT001-058) and his dr volkov. i was gonna caption this "my father's love is suffocating me". for you see . dr volkov. he works at the facility, yes? and ohohho, hes not a father in simply a metaphorical way. NO hes his biological loser! the facility doesnt know that dr volkov is artymos dad - after artyom was born it was Immediatly known that he was a mutant. his mom died during childbirth. volkov thoguht "oh god, i lost my beloved, i cant lose my son too..." and basically went "No!!! NOT my fucking kid." n because they werent married. he just. refused to take a dna test. so they didnt have any proof. anyway, being a scientist at the facility, volkov becomes zt's primary caretaker. if the only way to see his son grow is to vivisect him each and every month, then so be it. if he has to electrocute him, tear his teeth out, take out part of his brain, he will do it. he can't lose any more. was also considering captioning this with a verse from polednice (noonday witch) by karel jaromír erben. the one i felt was most fitting was this one:

‘Give that child here!’ ‘Lord, forgive this sinner’s sins, my Saviour dear!’ It’s a wonder she still lives, For see—the Noonday Witch is here!

and i will soooo happily explain why. "Give that child here!" - the facility taking Artyom as soon as he was born due to his mutation, pretty clear "Lord, forgive this sinner's sins, my Saviour dear!" - volkov begging them not to think of him as a mutant so much, the 'sinner' and 'sin' being 'mutant' and 'mutation'. "Lord, forgive this mutant's wrong, my Saviour dear!" its like. this line sticks out to me so much to volkov. "Lord, forgive him, he was born a sinner, he is bound to sin!" its just!!! gah!! he's still calling the facility "saviour" though - they're the only reason he's able to see his son every day, after all. 'Its a wonder she still lives,' - this is an artyom mutation moment! he's a zombie, sorta, his heartbeat sucks so fucking much. his heart is so weak. hes like a zombie in the way that he eepy. its a wonder he hasnt succombed to his mutation yet. 'For see - the noonday witch is here!' - so, the 'she' in the previous line was about the noonday witch, but i dont care lol. this could be the facility again. this i interpret either as temnova, but shes not rlly involved w artyom !! so its like. "Its a wonder (baby Artyom) still lives, for see - the (Facility) is here!" . its a wonder neither the facility or mutation have killed him yet

Anyway. Another thing is how the poem ends. Basically, if you dont want to read it, its about a mother, her baby (its like 1 year old tops) and the noonday witch. the mother is cooking lunch, the baby is wailing. she cannot get it to calm down. the lunch is burning. she pokes her head out the window - 'Come for him, you Noonday Witch, then! Come and take this pest for me!’ - and she comes. when the mother sees her, she goes oh Fuck - either she didnt think she'd rlly come for a baby, or she thought the noonday witch wasnt real. either way, the noonday witch advances torwards the baby. the mother rushes to it and holds it so tight in a protective embrace. she holds it so so tight, as much as she can, desperate not to let the noonday witch take it from her. then, it turns 12:01.

Child clasped to her breast, he found, Lying in a faint, the mother; He could hardly bring her round, But the little one was – smothered.

She suffocated it with her tight embrace. With her love! isnt that so fucking cool?? so awesmoe??? 'my mothers love is suffocating me' it sure is buddy!!!! anyway this is very volkov-artyomcore.. 'oh, because volkov does horrible things to artyom like all the scientists?' i hear you ask. hehe. no! ill let you in on a secret. you see, the thing that ends up killing artyom is neither his mutation nor the facility:)

#ZT001-058 #dr volkov #pafl oc #doodle

[bucket-of-trans-grass]

hai can i hear about the theories used to explain spontaneous human combustion ^_^ that sounds quite fun

HECK YEAH YOU CAN !! this is going to be long, also I’m pretty sure i got into wick effect because of a matpat video?? I cant be sure, anyway some of the debunked theories about it are so silly (such as ‘it was ghosts 🤷‍♀️’ and inventing a particle out of thin air that fistfights body cells as a hobby) so yes it’s so quite fun

Warning theres a couple gory details as you might expect from SHC so just watch out and all lol for anyone reading

SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION: Ok so, spontaneous human combustion/ SHC, defined as a phenomenon where a human will ignite without any clear cause. It’s a bit of an enigma and no proof that it actually exists hence all the theories about what it actually is and the general notion about it being all like spooky scary and paranormal.

THE THEORIES: Wick effect (we’ll come back to this one, my fav). — Excessive amounts of alcohol in the body making victims more flammable, this one was because the majority of SHC victims were proven alcoholics, the association of SHC with alcoholism was made during early research during the Victorian Era. — Methane buildup in gut bacteria leading to it reacting to the enzymes in the intestines during digestion, this was however debunked as species like cows produce substantially more methane than we do and they’re not spontaneously combusting. — Static electricity build up in the body or from some external like geomagnetic source. — Some self-proclaimed ‘SHC expert’ Larry Arnold said that it was a new particle, pyroton, interacting with the bodies cells creating small explosions, as of 2018 there is no evidence of the existence of pyroton, good try Larry. — In 1976, Michael Harrison blamed the work of poltergeist, Harrison also wrote a book about SHC titled Fire From Heaven I haven’t read it tho lol. — Lastly, as many victims were of old age, intoxicated, disabled, or in any other way possibly unable to quickly respond to a threat, it was theorized that there was simply an external ignition that the victim was unable to get away from and caught fire, the main issue with this theory is that it does not account for the characteristics that set SHC apart from just,,, catching fire normally. — Oh and some people, more so earlier in SHC research, just said it was god which isn’t surprising i guess.

CHARACTERISTICS: A 1938 article from the British Medical Journal written by L. A. Parry, using research from the book Medical Jurisprudence (1823), listed chronic alcoholism, elderly women, an external lighted source coming in contact with the body (lamps, cigarettes, etc etc), hands and feet separating from the body (yikes), environment around the body is intact, greasy and ashy residue was a harsh odor with the body, as common characteristics of most SHC victims. Another notable characteristic, not mentioned in this article, is that many of the cases (especially those supported by wick effect) remained ignited for a pretty long time (think like 8-13 hours, i made up those specific numbers but it’s around that long) and burned at a low temperature.

WICK EFFECT: alr we got a looooot to get through on this one so buckle in. Wick effect explains most if not all of the characteristics of SHC cases and is kind of fun and interesting so its my favorite lol. Wick effect is essentially the theory that the body can act as an inside out candle, idk how much sense that analogy makes to me either but thats why it’s called wick effect so i figured I’d mention it anyway. SO what that means is body fat acts like the wax of the candle (fuels the wick and keeps it burning for extended periods of time), and the clothes or hair acts as the wick (houses the flame). The kicker of wick effect is that the hair or clothes were ignited by some sort of outside source, so not really “spontaneous”. Anyway, as the body fat (flammable) melts, it seeps into the clothing and hair which keeps the fire going. The melting body fat is also what would be causing the greasy residue noted in most SHC cases. Wick effect also explains why the space around the body is mostly unaffected by wick effect as it’s not in contact with the “wick”. Wick effect also explains why the hands and feet are often separated from the body, there isn’t enough body fat on the hands and feet for it to burn/melt to the same extend as the rest of the significantly more fatty and therefore more flammable body so they just kind of,,, fall off when the rest of the body is burned.

CASES SUPPORTED BY WICK EFFECT: — Mary Reeser (1884-1951) Ignited herself with a cigarette, her clothes acting as the wick. Supported by the body fat found in the rug near Mary during investigation. — Leeds (1963) An experiment in wick effect, wrapping a small amount of human fat in cloth and then igniting it with a Bunsen burner, taking over a minute to light. After removing the burner, it took about an hour for the entire amount of fat to be burned, leaving behind grease and soot. This gave insight into the extended amount of time it takes for a wick-effect-supported-case to run its course. — Oregon murder (1991) After two hikers discovered an adult female body in a well oxygenated area of woods, many factors made this case very likely to have been an example of wick effect. The upper body had been stabbed several times, leaving the body immobile, allowing the flame to run it’s course over wick effects signature long-amount-of-time. Only the center portions of the body were severely burned/ damaged (upper legs, torso, mid chest, fleshy parts of the arms, and the spine which was entirely disintegrated, yikes) which checks out with wick theory as the ends of the body did not catch. The offender had also soaked the clothes and body of the victim in almost a pint of barbecue starter fluid and ignited her which would have allowed even easier ignition. — Forensic scientist John DeHaan (1998) This experiment by DeHaan was publicized on BBC, he wrapped a pig’s body in a blanket and lit the blanket with petrol. The pigs body fat liquified, feeding the flame. Most of the pigs flesh and bones turned to ash (not including the feet) although the rest of the room remained almost untouched. All lining up with the criteria of wick effect. — Geneva (2006) The body of a man was discovered in his home. His body was mostly disintegrated between the mid-chest and knees. The death was likely caused by the victim having a heart attack (inability to escape or put out the fire) while smoking (ignited by the cigarette). The man and the chair he was sitting on were burnt as they were both in contact with the “wick”, but the rest of the area was untouched outside of the grease left by the melted fat.

Anyway for more info i highly suggest just like poking through the wiki on SHC bc theres so many more details i didn’t include here that are so fun and also a few theories i didn’t have in my notes and whatever so YEAH SHC AND WICK EFFECT

#and thanks for asking !! love talking about all my interests and intrigues ^-^ #even if they are literally about people catching fire