#What if the detective is only a cliche and nothing more; so when he is pressed on the details of the case hes been following for YEARS

[dizzybevvie]

Listen I fully follow wkm lore but like how the FUCK did he come up with any of that

#Markiplier woke up one day and said What if i was a man tortured by himself and his sentient house. #What if you cant die in the house #What if the house lets you fast travel #What if the detective is only a cliche and nothing more; so when he is pressed on the details of the case hes been following for YEARS #hes devastated by the fact that he cant remember a thing? #What if the Damien looked like Darkiplier so that there was a sense of mistrust around him for the whole show #even as he is consistently the only one to help you? What if Damien was nice all along? What if Damien turned out to be Dark anyway? #What if The Actor deliberately made it so that Damien came across as the villain just as he wanted in “DAMIEN”? What if we fell for it? #What if Celine cared so much about her brother that she fucked you over in an attwmpt to help him? #What if she kept him in a winter pocket dimension while you reach out for the cane? #What if he didnt remember everything that happened in the house and is always tired? #What if hes constantly being told “get some sleep damien” and “its time to wake up damien” to show the duality of sharing a body? #What if at the end its all pointless because the ice breaks anyway? What if Damien “life is ours to choose” Mayor makes his first choice #to let his sister sleep while he pilots the body? #What if by the time you arrive back in the present the body Damien and Celine stole from you is looking in the mirror #and just like the ice broke in the pocket dimension; the mirror cracks and you are forever stuck behind the mirror/your device's screen? #What if the detective believes you were killed as he says in WWM? What if The colonel (now Wilford Motherloving Warfstache) #can fast travel; time travel; teleport; and fuck knows what else because he realised he was part of a story? #What if that was the reason the detective was a conglomerate of different noir detective cliches? #What if theres masks on everyone but the detective at the end and I said “what masks?” when asked abt it and you still dk what it means? #What if the gardener didnt have lightning strike after saying “murder” because he hasnt been in the house for years? #what if the house seeded things in the actors head after Celine left him saying about how nothing was his fault and it was all someone else? #What if the house did this for years untik the actor was well and truly manipulated by a force he didnt even know was there? #what if he wanted Damien to be the villain in his “story” which implies that when he figured out how to cheat death in the house- #he also figured out he was a part of a story just like Wilford and eventually Abe did? #What if no one had a happy ending what if everyone was tragic what if people were only what you wrote for them as characters? #And what if the house was my head? What if the house was a metaphor for my brain all along? #and also what if they were all gay? #wkm #who killed markiplier

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Hide and Seek

yandere!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you finally escape from ethan. but somehow he knows you escape and it turns into a game he enjoys playing.

warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, drugging, dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of violence(via knife).

SCREAM VI WARNINGS AHEAD!!! also if you guys enjoy this would you like a part 2 or no? also I tried to make this quick so if it’s short it’s because of that, sorry!

You were sure he wasn’t that stupid. He couldn’t have left the door unlocked on accident. Either way you were taking your chances and bolted out the door.

You don’t exactly remember how long you’ve been in his grasp but what you know for sure is that you can’t stay any longer. he had constant mood swings and they frightened you. Hell, they terrified you.

You were in the middle of a forest as cliche as it was, and you were running as fast as you could. He had some killings to do. You knew he was Ghostface and you wished you could do something to stop him.

Now that you were free you could do something. But not for a while. Not until you were certain he couldn’t find you and chase you down. And you see the city and have some hope.

“Help! Someone help! You exclaimed. You were crying and your knees were bleeding. You somehow scraped yourself.

A woman immediately calls 911 and helps your bleeding knees. “Thank you, you say. “Of course, what happened to you? She asks.

“I… you begin, but then authorities show up a few minutes in so you couldn’t explain. “She’s that missing girl, The woman said.”Are you Y/n L/n?”

You look around and make sure that Ethan wasn’t looking. “Yes, that’s me, you tell the officer. “Your family has been looking for you for a long time, The officer said.

“But, we’re in New York and my family is in woodsboro, You say. “Apparently they moved here to look for you, An officer explained.

Wow, your family loved so you much they moved to New York to come and rescue you. You sniff as a blanket was wrapped around you.

By now you assumed Ethan was well aware that you were gone and escaped. And a part of you worried he would come and take you from your family.

Or worse, do something to your loved ones. You couldn’t let that happen. But you were quickly surrounded by your friends and family. “Y/n! Tara said, your best friend.”You’re okay!”

“How long was I gone? You ask shakily. Your mother frowns.”Almost a year, honey. We’re going to find your kidnapper. Can you give us any information?”

“How do you know I… you say.”nevermind it’s sort of obvious.” Sam then hugs you and then Chad. Of course not Ethan. Anika, may she rest in pease.

Mindy had hugged you first. Everyone missed you but that part of you wasn’t getting off guard yet and isn’t feeling safe. You know he’s going to find you and will do whatever it takes.

No matter what.

Suddenly your phone gets an anonymous message. Your heart sinks as you secretly read it, you’re well aware of who sent you the message.

I’m coming for you. I know you escaped, Y/N. And when I find you, you’re not going to ever escape again.

You knew he was furious. More so angry and extremely pissed. You were terrified of what he planned on doing to get you back. Not that you wanted to go back to him. Not ever. You missed your old life.

“Are you ready to go back to your home? M/n asked. “I’m ready, You say, though you had some nervousness in your voice which was understandable to everyone around you.

Several weeks went by and so far nothing. It was making you more and more paranoid. Then that night, it happened. Something happened.

On the news there had been a new murder only apparently the person who had been unfortunately the latest victim had your name carved onto her stomach.

Why? You had no idea and you only knew because Detective Bailey informed you so. And asked you to come in to the station. You agree. Only because you know this has something to do with Ethan.

Maybe, you could tell them he’s the killer. Then snitch his plans that he had told you so he could kill you. That would certainly put you out of your misery.

You arrive at that station. “Thank you for coming in, Miss L/n, Detective Bailey said. You nodded.”I want to help in any way possible.”

You sit down as he asked you questions. You had been innocent of course. You had no relations to the victim whatsoever besides the fact you both went to the same university.

Maybe that was why Ethan had targeted her. Just for being at the same school you were. Poor girl. This was a game he wanted to play. And you were forced to play it.

You held back any sob you were hoping to spill. You couldn't handle this. You hoped Escaping would make you feel life, but turns out, only made things worse for other people. You began believing you were selfish for escaping. Which is probably how he hopes you will feel.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay, Detective Bailey assures you. "I know, you sniff, you were lying to yourself. You wouldn't be free forever. He would somehow find you. Wherever he is.

Weeks turned into months. His game continued on. Murdering and gutting innocent people, somehow leaving you a message in each murder. But he would sometimes leave you notes in order to guilt you into coming back on your own free will.

Hey, at least he wasn't planning on kidnapping you again. Or so you thought. When you were alone and vulnerable, he pounced. You finished watching your show and decided on heading to bed.

That’s when someone came from behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, placing a hand on your mouth to not scream. “Don’t scream, He says.

You nod and he lets go, his arms still wrapped around your waist tightly. “What do you want? You say softly, more so out of fear than anything.

“You, He replies, and something is stuck inside your neck before being pulled out. “What did you do? You ask, squirming from his grip. “Nothing much, He replies.

Then suddenly, you blacked out.

#yandere ethan landry #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x y/n #tw yandere #tw obsession #tw violence

[taralaurel]

Thanks for the tags @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, & @carlos-in-glasses 💕

From a future chapter of Lost (And Found)

"Come on! This is New York. The city of love and romance and -"

"Pigeons and criminally high rent," Carlos rolls his eyes. "I think you're thinking of Paris."

Liza makes a noise in the back of her throat and grimaces.

"No, Paris is overrated. The food is just okay. The people are all quiet and rude and boring. And the Eiffel Tower is just a big hunk of metal surrounded by people selling tiny versions of it on keychains and snow globes off of tarps and blankets on the ground."

"I think you just described Times Square."

"All the good movie love stories are in New York," she continues, unbothered.

"Because they film them here," Carlos shrugs.

"Oh, come on, Love Scrooge," Liza scoffs. "The first time my mom saw my dad, she was 19. He was her waiter at some dive Italian restaurant. She says that they locked eyes, and swears that everything around her slowed down. Like the cliche. My dad was just turning a corner and it was only for a second, but they both remember it perfectly. What the other was wearing. The earring Mom was wearing. The ketchup stain on Dad's apron. Every detail. That night, they met up for a movie after his shift. Two days later, she was referring to him as her 'future husband'. It's called 'love at first sight' for a reason."

"That's really great for your parents, but I -"

"What was he wearing when you guys met?"

Carlos shakes his head.

"What?"

"When he came into the bar, what was he wearing? Exactly? I remember his face, because, duh. But nothing else."

Carlos opens his lips to retort but then TK walks through the doorway of the bar in the doorway of Carlos's mind and the image hits him hard enough to knock his mouth closed.

Carlos couldn't tell the color of TK's eyes from the distance, but they were still so bright against the dark. Brimming with hope and anxiety and a spark of something Carlos can't quantify.

He remembers the stretched, bit lip as TK scanned the bar. The way his tongue ran back and forth between his gently parted lips.

The clothes hadn't been Carlos' focus, not even close, but he can see them now. The too tight button up short sleeve shirt with these little white designs that are halfway between flowers and faces, mashing together in some modern art style. The sleeves are rolled and tucked ever so slightly, showing off soft skin and smooth muscles. The top two buttons are left undone, the collar hanging open loosely, but with purpose. A silver pendant sways against his chest, over some white undershirt. Dark jeans and shiny white sneakers with stripes that match the color of the shirt finish off the outfit.

Carlos blinks.

He could reason that he saw that outfit, and more, over the course of the rest of the night.

He can't do the same with the exact verse of the Radiohead song he can still hear that was playing. Or the smell of the spilled peach vodka. The feel of the alcohol and soda sticking to his fingers, the rag damp and dripping and tight in his grip.

No pressure tags, but you've probably all already posted: @mikibwrites, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @chaotictarlos, @sanjuwrites, @detective-giggles, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes

#wip wednesday #wip #fanfiction #fanfic #tarlos #tarlos fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #911 ls #911 ls fanfic

[sylvarantii]

There's a certain passion to this one.

Detective Conan Movie 16: The Eleventh Striker feels like it explores more of the side of Shinichi that really loves soccer. And this isn't to say that the series and other movies don't already show this considering one of the very devices he uses is a belt that produces a soccer ball when he needs it.

But there's just such a clear love for the sport to this movie and there's something so sweet about seeing Shinichi/Conan getting to actually just have fun with some pros. It's nice to see him just get to enjoy a moment of being a kid instead of constantly having to run on that "I'm the only competent person on this case that can fully solve it" mode.

Strangely, I do also enjoy how even though it was a movie, it still felt like your regular sort of case. Yeah, the stakes were still raised for a movie, but it just felt very much like the sort of narrative we can come to expect from the series.

I will say, with a lot of Detective Conan movies, the last half hour or so is indeed good and it's one of the best parts because there's this sort of sweet comradery between the children. I loved the passing the ball to Conan scene. It's sort of a small thing, I suppose, but it has that deep love and support of your friends to help the protagonist reach their goal scene that just makes me really love the shonen genre. It's cliche, but it's a cliche I love.

Speaking of cliches, the main culprit of this movie is a sympathetic antagonist and I admit, I liked learning his background. It's so heart breaking and sweet even if they're completely in the wrong for what they're doing.

So where shall I place this movie?

1.) The Raven Chaser (13th Movie)

2.) The Fourteenth Target (2nd Movie)

3.) The Lost Ship in the Sky (14th Movie)

4.) The Time Bombed Skyscraper (1st Movie)

5.) Magician of the Silver Sky (8th Movie)

6.) Captured in Her Eyes (4th Movie)

7.) Crossroad in the Ancient Capital (7th Movie)

8.) Quarter of Silence (15th Movie)

9.) The Phantom of Baker Street (6th Movie)

10.) Countdown to Heaven (5th Movie)

11.) Strategy Above the Depths (9th Movie)

12.) The Private Eyes' Requiem (10th Movie)

13.) Full Score of Fear (12th Movie)

14.) The Eleventh Striker (16th Movie)

15.) The Wizard of the Last Century (3rd Movie)

16.) Jolly Roger in the Deep Azure (11th Movie)

Hard decision. Didn't really want to place it too low, but as I might have mentioned with a lot of these, it's just a matter of what I remember enjoying more.

I think if I had to sum it up, it's a good casual watch to just enjoy in your downtime. Nothing particularly plot heavy, but just something to spend some time relaxing and watching.

#detective conan movie reviews #the eleventh striker #sylv's rambles

[torotornottorot]

Books read in 2023:

The secret life of bees (Jan 6) 4/5 (probably would have enjoyed it more when I was younger. Great overall but still the mammy stereotype. Don’t like it when poc women are portrayed as ~divine creatures~ we are just normal people and we just wanted to treated like normal people. Nothing more, nothing less. Too flowery and cliche at parts but still good overall.) 

I’m glad my mom died (Jan 15) 5/5 (funny and thrilling. Reading this would probably help a lot of people with toxic parents think through their own trauma) 

Evil Under the Sun (Jan 17) 4/5 (simple and entertaining. Not a masterwork of literature but satisfying nonetheless. A bit slow to get started but great overall) 

The hunting party (Feb 4) 4/5 (found hard to get into it/get invested because of unlikeable cast of characters but stil high rating for unexpected ending. I was bored a few times in the beginning and middle parts but it really picked up in the end and made up for it. Would make a great movie) 

Sparkling cyanide (audiobook) (Feb 20) 3/5 (good to listen to while doing other work around the house. Probably not worth it to take separate time out to read) 

Last bus to Woodstock (Feb 24) 3/5 (hated the main detective and how he went about the investigation eg. relying on instinct and chance discoveries. But the side characters were super interesting and the ending was unexpected. Would have liked it better if inspector Lewis was the main character. No decent female characters. Only wh*res or the "shrill wife." But the crime itself was interesting and I liked the writing style). 

And then there were none (audiobook) (Feb 26) 5/5 (Omg. I was in thrall throughout. My favorite Agatha Christie book I’ve read so far. I actually thought there had to be a supernatural explanation lol) 

The dark remains (feb 26) 3/5 (not bad. Just boring. Can tell it was written by a dude. Not one interesting character despite being set in the gang world. Very cliche type of noir) 

The Falls (Ian Rankin) (March 1) 4/5 (great buildup but disappointing payoff. Loved the concept of the quizmaster. Very likable the main detectives and very interesting plot. Sustains you throughout despite being so long. But yeah. Didn’t quite like the solution to the murder) 

Wire in the blood (March 22) 5/5 (excellent. Gory but excellent. What a plot!) 

The distant echo (March 30) 5/5 (omg. If someone asks me what’s your favorite crime fiction book I’d say this one! Very suspenseful and unpredictable loved it loved it loved it!!!!) 

The Guest List (April 13) 6/5 (this surpasses the distant echo. This actually made me feel things. The amount of gasps I gusped could have powered the state of Texas for a year. Absolutely loved it. ) 

East of Eden (May 15) 100/5 (what kind of genius do you have to be to write such a book?  

In Cold Blood 4/5 (May 30) maybe bc I already knew the story, I kinda had to force myself to finish this 

Macbeth 5/5 (June 14) iconic 

Northanger Abby by Val Mcdermid 4/5 (June 17) fun modern retelling. Expected a crime and twist but it was faithful to the original. Enjoyed reading. 

Gone girl 6/5 (June 24) omg her mind. Will definitely read more by her. Wish I hadn’t seen the movie before so I could have been fully surprised. Liked the ending. 

The Pearl (5/5) (July 3) not a page turner but a good depiction of reality. Very sad. 

Age of Vice 3/5 (July 7) great beginning but I didn’t like the ending. I think the author tried to put too many stories and perspectives in one. That whole bit of Sunil was unnecessary? It just slowed the story down at such a crusial moment. And Sunny’s backstory with Vicky too. I don’t think it was necessary to have an unbelievably tragic backstory for every character and he already had his deal with his dad. Some things are never clarified like what happened to his mom, his true relationship with Vicky. Why Ajay agreed. Ajay turns out of be such a loser in the end. Maybe it’s “realistic” but lots of things that happen in this book are not realistic so I don’t know why only the ending has to be realistic. I wish I could have followed Ajay’s journey to a good ending. 

Milk fed 2/5 (August 12) only read bc of booktok. Good seeds here and there. didn't realy like it.

The club (5/5) (august 19) excellent, gripping. A bit longer than it needed to be though. 

The grownup Gillian Flynn (4/5) (October 19) great short story. Great writing. So engaging. Perfect length for getting back into reading 

Emma by charlotte Brontë and another lady (5/5) (Nov 2) love. Mr. Ellin needs to be played by Simon Baker in a movie. 

A room of one’s own by Virginia Woolf (Nov 11) (1000/5). This has been on my to read list for ages. I see quotes from this everywhere and every time I’m astounded by how she just she gets it and knows exactly what to say to express it perfectly. The essay was everything I imagined it would be. Forever grateful to that Destiel fanfic for introducing me to this. 

Villette (4/5) (Dec 29) lovely 

Girl, interrupted (5/5) (Dec 31) made me ponder about a lot of things. Her youth was really kind of stolen from her. Made to freeze just like that painting. what is the right thing to do? What is helping and what is hurting? What does “crazy” even mean? I think I tend to be very judgemental about this kind of stuff. But this book made me realize that people are people even if you do not understand why they act a certain way. They feel the same as me. 

#books #english literature

[displayheartcode]

20 questions game!

thank you, @startanewdream for the tag! ✨

tagging: @thenicestthingiveseen, @alphacrone, @women-inthe-sequel, and whoever wants to join in!

How many works do you have on AO3?

393... yeah, i don't know if i should feel proud about that number.

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

360,179!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

H.P, the old guard, young wizards, etc. i like to bounce around wherever the inspiration strikes.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

this pjo fic that was written at the right time despite the quality being crap (880 kudos), virtue is only virtue (502), crossing the streams (410), get up now you're not alone at all (340), eggs (334).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! i thrive on interaction and external validation! the comments section is also a great place for unexpected recommendations and ideas!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

18-year-old rachel was very proud of and we'll be chasing stars. 27-year-old rachel is also proud of her moon knight fanfics.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

let your love surround me is so cozy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've gotten entitled people in my comments and dms. :-)

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

tasteful? idk, the smut i write is light, as seen in no strange land, let your love surround me, and etc.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

could it be my the old guard/torchwood one, the doctor who/young wizards fic that is weirdly canonical in a sense, i actually a lot of young wizards crossovers... and let's not forget the one that got the actual author's attention by mistake!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

:-) he wanted to :-) :-) :-) :-) nothing like getting barraged in my dms and reviews about how i was writing something against the wizarding god, and then i saw that his profile was full of fics that he had "corrected ." the rants were also wild.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

several! i don't think that site is up anymore, but some of my works have bene translated into russian.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

waaaaaaaay back in high school, my pjo forum friends and i co-write an original story about a weird town that featured us. i was a hardboiled private detective who was determined to be the beacon of sanity, musa was a kindly old grandmother who watched things a little too cheerfully, plug was an eccentric english professor...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

hinny, zoya/nikolai, joe/nicky, gideon/harrow.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the rewrite for you've got the love, which is titled keep you like an oath. i have a vague outline and character beats set, but i have written before how it's daunting to look back and start the whole thing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i've clearly been writing for a while! there has been genuine growth since i started when i was 15, building more believable romances and a stronger comedic voice.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i spend too much time on cliche ambience than building a cohesive plot, character voices tend to blur together, not enough editing/taking my time, when i get comfortable with a niche thing i have trouble breaking out...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

don't use google translate. consult friends who speak the language and be prepared to be humbled.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

before i even knew what fanfic was, i wrote continuations of emily windsnap and magic tree house as a kid. playing in people's sandboxes has always been a thing for me!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

perchance to dream was a ridiculous amount of fun to write! technicolor beat had me work my creative muscles with tying the au concepts to canon. along the churchyard green had soooooooo much fun research involved. my top five are also listed here.

#fic #startanewdream

[leekimdramas]

Miracle Review (Spoiler Free)

40 minutes 14 episodes drama?? What can go wrong right? Right...?

The drama is about a girl, Lee So Rin who is a fangirl and wanna be idol, she accidently meets her idol Luice without even knowing it's him.

The next day she get ready to go to his fanmeeting with her best friend Min Si Woo, but gets into an accident and her world changes completely.

I didn't expect a lot from this drama, but the first few episodes got me surprised.

It was very light and cliched drama but it's a good mix when I was watching a lot of thrillers/detective dramas.

And I still think this drama is okay, if you just want something in your background to play.

It got boring after awhile because the plot is barely moving, there's nothing happening with the love triangle, except for fighting while the fl is oblivious.

And there is a bit of a drama from the group members that Si Woo is in (because he's the most popular and everyone is annoyed).

There is also a girl group... I'm not sure why they're there to be honest.

We only know more about one of the members of that group and she's there to help with making fl a devil or something.

I'm sorry to say but the acting is just not good and I believe Kang Min Ah did the best job here (there are of course well known senior actors here who did amazing job but I'm talking more about leads)

Louice wasn't a very believable character for me and you can see Chani cringe at some lines, and Hwiyoung laughing (trying not to laugh) at some others.

As much as I love SF9 I hope they move from idol dramas because they can't grow, Hwiyoung is always having the same roles and same is Chani even though he has experience with acting, and having better roles... But let's go back to the actual drama.

The characters itself were okay, very cliched: a best friend who was in love with his friend for years but only want to confess because a guy showed up, a singer who is tsundere type and thinks most people are below him and female lead who is oblivious but nice to everyone.

But I still found places where I enjoyed watching those cliched characters, so that's something.

Overall, it's a good background noise and it's a lighthearted drama.

If you're also a fan of SF9 is a bonus just to see them too and it was cute knowing how Hwiyoung and Chani are actually really close in real life.

4.5/10

Spoilers part: I hated the ending, as mentioned before Si Woo's group did everything to ostracize him from the group, and one of his members even send photos with Si Woo and So Rin to the girl who obviously had a grudge.

The girl from the girl group got those photos and posted it online... Where everyone saw and sasaeng threw acid at So Rin because she thought they were dating.

There is also ex manager who threw Luice under a bus, took all the money from him while saying he did tax invasion...

BUT they all decided to forgive... All of them... Even the director of the company forgave the girl from gg and she had no consequences... What??

#miracle #kdrama #review #spoiler free

[lunaetis]

@summoned-anima asked :

Sherlock swayed happily in graceful movement closer, one hand with bottle of wine and other with box of chocolates. His arm wrapped around the other with a gentle smile. 'I know it appears cliche, Mrs. Holmes - but it's not so easy to get during end of the world, so will I get points for that? Also, chocolate is not bad for this hunting dog.' Already putting one in his mouth, just to lean over to share the piece.

valentine's day ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「美沙夜」─  even prior to lifting her head to see who was it that moved SMOOTHLY into her line of vision, the avenger already knew by his aura and scent alone just exactly who it belonged to. she'd know him by heart, after all. that was why the moment his arm coiled itself around her waist, a SMILE was already presented upon her usually cold and distant features. a kind of expression that was reserved only for him and him alone.

                " nothing wrong with cliché, no ? after all, i'm the type that could appreciate the classics. " sentence uttered in a tone laced with clear affection. surely, had it been anyone else offering the same TREATMENT he had dared to, they would be sent away without a second thought, without even a moment of hesitation or consideration. he was an exception to ALL RULES, as he, himself, must be aware judging from how cheeky he was with that piece of chocolate between those lips.

                " points, huh. i'll be the judge of that. " crimson hues narrowed slightly, almost like a wolf before the distance between them was GONE. lips claiming his own along with the sweet treat he had in his mouth. the bittersweet taste of it melted into a heated kiss, one where she savored the flavor of his tongue much more than the chocolate itself. what a cheeky detective, though she wasn't going to have him any other way.

                even when the piece had disappeared completely, the taste she was addicted to remained to be taken, so much that when their lips finally parted, both their breaths were warmer, slightly foggy in exhale where she couldn't resist a playful nip to his bottom lip, followed by a proper, tender kiss to commend his effort.

                " i'll give you more points if you feed me again, dear sherlock. "

#summoned anima #summonedanima #.answered #.[ reiroukan.misaya ] #.[ misaya.verse: queen of the underworld: fate grand order ] #.[ i would know him in death; at the end of the world: sherlock & misaya ] #[ dO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I MISS WRITING THEM ??? #DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I MISS THEM AS -THEMSELVES- HJLKJHHJLK NOT THE ANGST YOU'VE BEEN KILLING ME WITH #IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER SINCE I WRITE THEM LIKE THIS #aLSO -ONLY- APOLOGY I S2G LULLY #YOU KNOW WHAT I'LL TAKE IT #I'LL TAKE ANY LITTLE CRUMBS OF THEM RN I DON'T CARE #CANON & REALITY WRECKS ME ]

[lunapaper]

Album Review: 'Midnights' - Taylor Swift

What keeps Taylor Swift up at night? 

A lot, apparently: Past lovers. Romantic nostalgia. Old enemies. Made-up scenarios where her future daughter-in-law kills her for her fortune. 

Or as Taylor herself puts it: ‘[A] momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now, it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.’ 

Shrugging off her cardigan, Swift teams up once again with Jack Antonoff to turn her late night ruminations into yet another surprise release entitled Midnights. 

It’s easy to think of her latest body of work as Taylor’s own Melodrama: indebted to slick electro-pop with a taste for vengeance while riddled with self-loathing and insecurity. But, as the title might suggest, it’s a lot more low-key than Lorde’s critically-acclaimed 2017 album, made up of languorous loops of sound and the singer’s dense storytelling. You can also detect hints of Reputation and its bitter edge. 

Taylor makes a few stark confessions throughout the record. ‘I have this thing where I get older/But just never wiser,’ she admits on ‘Anti-Hero. ‘Midnights become my afternoons.’ And yes, this is the ‘sexy baby’ song. I get the point: She’s starting to feel like she’s being surpassed by younger, more provocative artists. It’s a 30 Rock reference, relax. 

Taylor also says ‘so long’ to that goody two shoes ‘Daisy May’ on ‘You’re on Your Own, Kid.’ which was probably followed by the singer setting fire to her cutesy folklore cardigan (retailing at $75 at the time) in some ritualistic bonfire. 

Insecurities regarding body image also bubble to the fore as Taylor searches a glitzy industry party filled with ‘better bodies,’ while realising that her dreams of stardom aren’t all that rare. The twee ‘Sweet Nothing’ features one of Taylor’s better verses (‘Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors/And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other/And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"/To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it’).  

But just as she begins to show a glimmer of self-awareness, Taylor ends up doubling down hard, every well-spun bit of wordplay surrounded by a sea of clunky, often childish lines. But she knows that they’re bad and she knows everyone’s gonna talk about them, so Taylor wins again. 

Metaphors feel forced (‘Don't put me in the basement/When I want the penthouse of your heart’), while the cliches are out of control. ‘Question...?’ suffers from a serious case of Main Character Syndrome, the whole room cheering Taylor on as she makes out with the most popular boy in school. It’s a scene straight out of a Netflix original, able to envision the crane shot swirling above the two as they tenderly suck face. 

Taylor also swears yet revenge yet again on ‘Vigilante Shit,’ this time with a cat’s eye ‘sharp enough to kill a man.’ She talks as if karma is her own personal pet she can just sic on her enemies at will, which is especially galling as someone who’s cultivated such a rabid fanbase, constantly weaponising them against those who supposedly cross her. Not that long ago, they went after a grown man and his sister over a red scarf that DIDN’T ACTUALLY EXIST.  

Although it sounds like Taylor’s planning to kill Scooter at some point, presumably on a weekend. Remember when she revealed on ‘this is me trying’ that he had a couple of side chicks?  

Even ‘Anti-Hero’ has some pretty flawed logic: You can’t complain that you’re treated like said anti-hero one minute, then act petty and vengeful the next. It’s been almost 15 years – which one are you at this point? 

Naturally, Midnights also comes with its own labyrinth of easter eggs. No, I won’t be going through them all, ‘cos I really don’t give a fuck. I shouldn’t need a guidebook to tell me which song is about John Mayer and which one contains the Knives Out reference. If anything, the album only further proves that Taylor doesn’t need to commit every single thought to tape. Sometimes, it really, really isn’t that deep. 

Final track ‘Mastermind’ offers the most telling glimpse into Taylor’s psyche - ‘No one wanted to play with me as a little kid/So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since/To make them love me and make it seem effortless.’ She even calls herself ‘Machiavellian’ at one point. Whether it’s in jest is kinda hard to tell, but it’s certainly a... choice. 

Musically, Midnights is also a pretty mixed bag. ‘Vigilante Shit’ is a highlight, with bass throbbing its way around dark corners in a way that’s rather Billie-esque, which just makes the ‘sexy baby’ line from ‘Anti-Hero’ feel even more glaring. ‘Lavender Haze’ also utilises those subterranean bass groans, creating a murky, seductive groove beneath metallic gears shifts. ‘You’re On Your Own, Kid,’ meanwhile,’ is a more grown-up ‘Love Story’ from the point of view of a more jaded Juliet. ‘Anti-Hero,’ though, is just a lazy rehash of ‘Blank Space,’ right down to the complaints of feeling misunderstood. 

‘Karma’ is a more stylish and euphoric take on Washed Out’s ‘Feel It All Around.’ ‘Snow on the Beach’ also twinkles; delicate and windswept. But for all of Swift’s excitement to be collaborating with Lana Del Rey, the singer is relegated to backing vocalist. ‘Cos, let’s face it, Taylor would never let herself be upstaged like that. 

And yes, there’s a 3am edition of Midnights, ‘cos Taylor’s gonna milk those late night ruminations for all they’re worth, dammit.  

‘The Great War’ is okay, but not that great. Honour, truth, treaties, poppies, calling off the troops, we get it. ‘Bigger Than the Whole Sky’ has a hypnotic country twang, returning to the lush, cloudy nostalgia of folklore and evermore. ‘Would’ve Could’ve, Should’ve’ is a stormy, Fleetwood Mac-esque riposte at Mayer (found it), reflecting on the power imbalance in their romance while pleading: ‘Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.’ 

Midnights is a well-produced but rather unnecessary record. Even with its slick, shimmery wash, it’s everything you’ve heard before in some form or another: A song about John, a song about Tom, a song about Calvin. ‘Yes, I know I can be quite a divisive character, but I’m really just like you!’ Revenge. A couple of love songs dedicated to Joe. Probably something about Kanye and Kim. More revenge. Oh, and here’s a dossier full of clues for you to connect together like Charlie Kelly trying to track down the elusive Pepe Silvia. Boom, critical acclaim!  

As cynical as I felt about folklore and evermore, at least those records possessed some growth and a few interesting ideas. But as those albums were to indie folk, Midnights feels late to the party when it comes to brooding noir pop, the kind that’s already been perfected by other artists in every way imaginable. It’s really just a CHVRCHES or Purity Ring record in a quirky jumper.  

But what do I know? The record’s already gone to No.1. Buying presale tickets for her US tour turned into a bloodbath. Taylor could release a full hour of silence, and stans will hail it as an artistic statement and critics will write one in-depth analysis after another. And Stereogum will probably write the most positive negative review of it ever. Taylor’s no longer capturing the zeitgeist at this point, she is the goddamn zeitgeist.  

- Bianca B. 

#music #taylor swift #midnights #new #reviews #albums #Bianca B

[iciclemistreal]

The Goobers of Gleefuldale! Episode Idea List

(Will be updated whenever I think of more episode ideas. If these were real episodes they’d be 2 11 minute episodes in a 22 minute runtime, unless otherwise noted)

Season 1

S1E1a - “Strongholds and Sea Monsters and Stuff”: The Goobers play a hectic game of this show’s version of DnD (Strongholds and Sea Monsters and Stuff).

(created April 17, 2024)

S1E1b - “Cuboid at the Bat”: Mr. Cuboid practices his baseball skills in his front yard, and then Wilma and the Goobers stop by to ask what he’s doing. He brags to them that he’s the best baseball player in all of Gleefuldale, and tells the Goobers that he could beat them all at baseball. Wilma says “Yeah, you probably could!” but Mr. C thinks it’s sarcasm, so he challenges her and the Goobers to a baseball game. Mr. C makes a deal with Wilma that if he wins, she and the Goobers have to move away from Gleefuldale forever. And Wilma says that if she wins, Mr. C has to wear a sweater that says “I lost to the Goobers at baseball!!” (Remy knitted it, and he knitted a picture of an angry Mr. Cuboid on it LOL) for a week (Remy suggested to her to say that if Mr. C loses, he has to leave Gleefuldale, but Wilma decided on something equally difficult for Mr. C to do). So yeah, the Goobers have to try to win, but thankfully it doesn’t seem like Mr. C is nearly as good at baseball as he says he is.

(created April 17, 2024)

S1E2a - “Eggventure!”: On their way back from laser tag, the Goobers come across Egg, who’s just anxiously lying on the street. Egg’s lost bc he lost his map, so the Goobers try to get him back to his house. The only problem’s that the Goobers don’t know where his house is either.

(created April 18, 2024)

S1E2b - “The Most Annoying Episode Ever”: The Goobers are playing Jengopolyship (a fusion of Jenga, Monopoly and Battleship) at Remy’s house. Remy goes out to get snacks real quick, but he suddenly gets pulled into a portal by a star guy named The Star, and is taken to a world filled to the brim with annoying animated movie cliches. Remy and The Star have to save Funny Talking Animal Land from Evil Villain the Evil, Evil, EVIL Villain and CEO of Totally Evil Corporation (who’s a dragon that looks like a generic animated film villain) because he’s gonna take over Funny Talking Animal Land and make it a rule that everyone has to be evil.

(created April 18, 2024)

S1E3a - “The Great Egg Detective”: When Carl’s surfboard goes missing, he asks Harley and Eileen for help. Now they’re on the case and they’ll stop at literally nothing to find said surfboard.

(created April 22, 2024)

S1E3b - “Evenstar’s TV”: Remy accidentally breaks Evenstar’s TV, and goes to the Land of Time to try and undo his mistake. He borrows Clark’s time machine, but since the controls are incredibly hard to figure out, and Remy immediately started using it before Clark could tell him how it works, Remy goes on a crazy journey through time in order to find the time right before he broke Evenstar’s TV.

(created April 22, 2024)

S1E4a - “Perfect Day”: When Wilma and Carl are busy for the day (Wilma’s shopping for invention parts and Carl’s at a surfing contest), Remy and Evenstar decide to spend the day hanging out together. The only problem is that wherever they go, something stupid and/or chaotic is happening.

(created April 28, 2024)

S1E4b - “Wilma Through the Looking Glass”: When Wilma buys a new mirror for her bedroom, she soon finds out that it’s also a portal to a dimension where everyone’s personality is the opposite of what it normally is (I.E. Mr. Cuboid is friendly and thoughtful, and Egg is heartless and afraid of nothing). She tries to go back through the mirror, only to see that it mysteriously vanished. Now she has to find another way back to her home dimension.

(created April 28, 2024)

#the goobers of gleefuldale

[books-and-catears]

OK - I love writing different requests! A teen mc (11-13) comes to Devildom and everyone is surprised but there is no going back now that Lucifer randomly picked us. Anyway, we're very shy and obedient, but because we're afraid of demons, we're always hanging out with the trio of solomon, luke and simeon. Slowly Luke and teen mc fall in love with each other LMAO. What would be the reaction of the brothers and other dateables?

OH MY GOD! EVERYONE HOLD YOUR HORSES! WE'RE ABOUT TO ENTER FLUFF SUPREME ZONE! 🍧🍨🍰🍮

Luke and Child!MC is just AWWWW just imagine these two cuties running around, holding hands AHHHH 🍭🍬🍪🍩🍯

Lucifer

Honestly he likes you. You don't cause much trouble and are quiet around the house.

Protects you like a father. Doesn't let Asmo and Mammon take you anywhere unsupervised.

He knows you are still afraid of demons so he tries to make himself as amicable as possible. Tries to give you little trinkets or magical charms that will keep you safe from the more dangerous demons.

When you and Luke start spending time together and he sees sparks fly, he is wary at first. A human and an angel love didn't fare good during their time.

But looking at innocent and happy you looked in the kitchen play fighting while making desserts - he couldn't resist but smile.

Mammon

Huh? What's this? Another little sibling? And really little at that-

Great Big Brother Mammon is HYPER PROTECTIVE and there's nothing you can do about it.

However because you are small and meek, he will try to get you into his stealing and selling shenanigans every once in a while. Of course he won't say you were involved if he gets caught.

When he sees Luke come over almost everyday to give you some sort of new tart he's made - he instantly knows.

He will help you pick out what gifts you should give Luke in return. Has a bet going on with Levi and Satan as to how long it will take you two babies realize you've fallen in love.

Leviathan

WOAHHHHH he has a sidekick now! A little human sidekick just like those adventure games!

You are so quiet and curious, you're the ideal partner to have while gaming. He loves to rant and tell you the lore behind all the games he plays.

He double checks to make sure the animes you both watch together are child friendly. He doesn't want to corrupt your innocence!

Oh. My. Diavolo. Luke and you are a cliche romance anime waiting to happen. And sometimes he goes overboard with the shipping.

Loves to make you both watch cutesy romantic childhood friend trope animes and watch Luke lose his head trying to hide his blushes, while you smile and hold his hand. MOE OVERLOAD.

Satan

Bringing a small human like this to Devildom of all places...Is Diavolo really that dumb?

HYPER PROTECTIVE brother 2.0 who teaches you a hundred different hexes and protective spells to keep you safe if he isn't around.

A young mind is a curious one. So even though you are quiet, he observes what things catch your attention and starts explaining their history right away.

And you're an eager learner which makes you his favourite student as well. Ugh his brothers should learn from you.

Watching you and Luke bond over your favourite books and exchange stories about the human and celestial realm in the library - he knew it was a love story waiting to bloom.

Doesn't show it openly but he's rooting for you both. Who else could be better for you than a angel of your age?

Asmodeus

What a cute little human! Oh just adorable! No need to be afraid of me MC, I'll take good care of you

Honestly he was the only demon who didn't scare you right away cause of his beautiful face. When he hears that he is overjoyed.

Will not hesitate to make you his fashion guinea pig. Buys you hundreds of cute outfits to match with him. You're Devildom's popular little darling human now.

He's the first to detect the connection between the Luke and you and he doesn't shut up about it. Oh, imagine you both in a little bride and groom outfit - Luke almost screamed his head off at that.

He knows Luke keeps trying to take you to Purgatory Hall under the guise of keeping you protected from these horrid demons and calls him out on it.

Beelzebub

Another baby sibling? Yes yes you might be 11 you're still a baby to him.

Gentle protective teddy bear he is. Frequently carries you on his shoulders, so the other demons tremble at the sight of him.

Loves taking you to new places and try different foods. He has a catalog full of things Satan has written down: ingredients that might be poisonous to you so he takes care of that too.

Luke and you together? For him that means DOUBLE THE DESSERTS. He will hang around close by the kitchen whenever Luke comes over to bake with you.

Seeing you and him together gives him good memories of Lilith and her human. He vows to make sure you both have a happier ending.

Belphegor

This is a rather small human. He can't exactly hate something as small as you.

Is standoffish at first, you're still a human after all. But he comes around soon enough when he sees his brothers bonding with you.

Little by little, you remind him eerily of Lilith. And when he finds out you're actually her descendent - he goes into hyper protective.

When he sees you and Luke together, he gets even more flashbacks to his past and how happy and free they used to be. Dreads the same ending for the both of you.

Vows to protect you and Luke along with Beel. They couldn't protect their sister, they will protect what's left of her.

Simeon

Oh what a lovely little human child! How sweet and obedient - you're an angel's dream child.

He suggests the human be permanently moved to Purgatory Hall given all the time they spend here.

He knows how the relationship between a human and an angel caused a realm wide war last time but he's here now. And he trusts Luke.

It's so endearing to watch the two of you running around holding hands completely oblivious of what's happening with you both.

Makes up excuses to keep you coming over - to study, to bake, to read his new love story manuscript which is absolutely not based on Luke and you.

Solomon

It's a human child? Leave it up to him. They are his responsibility now. (Nobody is leaving him alone with you don't worry)

Think of Sirius Black and Harry Potter: yes that dynamic. Chaotic father figure + Chaotic curious child.

Teaches and experiments lots of new spells with you. Encourages you to do pranks with Satan and Belphie

When it comes to Luke and you, he just smirks uncontrollably. And Luke notices and shoos him off.

When he tries to get you both to try his recipes, Luke already has wings out ready to to carry you to safety.

Diavolo and Barbatos

Oh dear, did they summon the right human? This is only a child?

They are both secretly doting on you so much. Frequent trips to the castle and endless gifts from the Prince himself.

Barbatos is delighted at Luke and you learning how to make desserts from him. He sees how you both exchange blushy glances and giggles. And he doesn't even need to use his powers to see the future of the both of you.

Diavolo looks over at both of you and feels proud of himself. Seeing this, he knows his program is working. An angel and human falling in love in his kingdom.

Both of them organize play dates for you and Luke and they are shipping you shamelessly.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me Beel #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me Diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me child!mc

[obsidiancreates]

An Honest Talk

(Got to the episode where Valerie gets the ghost hunting stuff. I just want her to be happy and not Filled With Vengeful Rage so, here's this.)

Jazz sees the whole thing.

Really, Valerie isn't even good at hiding it. As soon as that Ghost Hunter shows up at that school game, Jazz figures it out. Not just because her voice is the same, but because of the insults she shouts while hanging in that basketball hoop. Sure, Jazz is in a higher grade, but she's heard that A-Lister group plenty of times in the hallways and after school.

They're real jerks. But not murderous jerks.

So she decides to do something about it. No-one attacks her baby brother. ... Well, except other ghosts. But Jazz can't always help with those.

This? No problem.

"Hey, Valerie."

Valerie jolts, yelping and almost dropping what is clearly some kind of ghost-detecting device. "Who are- ugh, aren't you Fenton's sister? What do you want?"

"To talk to you," Jazz says in her most empathetic voice. "I noticed you're having kind of a rough time."

"Why do you care?"

"Because my brother does." Cares about not being pummeled, at least. But Jazz is sure Danny hopes the best for his schoolmate, even with the attacks.

Valerie huffs. "Great, pity from the loser kids."

"Come on, it won't hurt to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? That some ghost kid and his dog ruined my life? That we're broke, and all my friends hate me for it? yeah, talking will fix everything."

Jazz sits down on a bench, and pats the seat next to her. Valerie looks away.

But then... she sighs. And sits. "I keep thinking about that five hundred dollar shirt I ruined. Maybe if e hadn't bought that, or I hadn't worn it to school, we'd be a little better off right now."

"It's not your fault."

Valerie grits her teeth. "Yeah. It's that ghost kid's."

"Ghost kid?"

"... You believe in ghosts, right? Because of your parents?"

Jazz nods. "Plus, that thing during the school game,, Kind of hard to deny."

"Heh. Yeah. ... That dog broke into the place my dad was working for. he was showing off what he did for their security, and none of it stopped the dog or the kid. And then they showed up again at the garage sale and wrecked our moving van, and the dog stole my lunch after all my friends rejected me!"

Valerie wipes her eyes, scowling. "It's not fair!"

Jazz hands her a tissue. "It's not, not at all."

"I wanna destroy that kid," Valerie growls. "Like he destroyed me."

"... Valerie... how old is he?"

"About my age, I think."

"And he's a ghost."

"Yeah. And?"

"So... how do you think a ghost kid comes to be?"

Valerie doesn't reply. But after a moment, her eyes widen a little. "Oh... no, no, but... but he's a kid. He can't be any older than me."

"Yeah," Jazz says softly. "So something horrible must have happened to him already."

Valerie looks at the device in her hands. "... But... he still ruined my life." She sounds a bit unsure now.

"Maybe he didn't mean to. I mean... imagine one day you wake up and everything is... different. Suddenly you've got no gravity, and-and no-one can see you sometimes and you're this weird thing-"

God, how scared was Danny when it happened? She's pretty sure by now that it was The Accident that did it, she can't think of anything else that explains it. What was it like for him, waking up as something different?

"It would be tough," Jazz finishes, looking at Valerie.

Valerie still won't meet her eyes, looking at the beeping device. "Then why is he following me around?"

"... Well... does he show up first, or the dog?"

Valerie thinks for a long moment. "... The dog. It's always the dog."

"So maybe he's trying to catch it."

"... I mean, I guess that could be it. But he's been fighting me!"

"And you've been fighting him."

"But-! ... Aw, geez..." Valerie deflates. "What do I do now, then? I can't... I can't keep attacking some kid who... we've barely lived, I can't just make it so that he's barely lived twice."

Jazz stands up and offers her hand. "How about we try talking to him?"

Valerie looks at her. "For real?" She's skeptical.

Jazz nods. "For real. Maybe we can clear some things up."

Valerie turns away again. And then, with a hefty sigh...

Takes Jazz's hand.

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"Cujo?" Danny calls out. "Cujo! We need to get you back to the Ghost Zone, buddy! Come on, where is he?"

Someone clears their throat behind him, and he yelps as he shoots up in the air.

He turns around, and sees possibly the worst thing he could see right now.

His sister, and his hunter.

"Hello, Ghost Boy!" Jazz calls out.

"Um... hi." Danny waves, still looking startled.

Jazz nudges Valerie, and Valerie huffs. "Hi," she says shortly. Jazz smile at her, though.

"I'm here to mediate a talk between you two," Jazz says, walking closer (and somewhat pulling Valerie along behind her). "I figured there might be more to this story than we all three think."

"Um, you're not- I mean, I'm a ghost, you're just... casual about this?"

Jazz nods. "My parents are well-versed with ghosts, this is nothing."

A straight-up lie. Jazz hadn't even believed in ghosts until she peeled Spectra. But maybe it's to save face for Valerie? Or maybe Jazz recognizes him as the ghost from that day.

"Anyway," Jazz says, "Valerie here has something to say."

Valerie, arms cross and back hunched angrily, glares at Danny. "Who are you, and why are you out to get me?"

Danny floats back down to the ground, standing on it now. "I'm, um... Phantom-"

Valerie gives him a disbelieving look.

"Uh, Ghost Names are uh, different! It's this whole thing. And, I'm not out to get you, I swear. It's all been terrible coincidences."

Valerie scoffs.

"Val, we're here to listen," Jazz reminds gently. "Let him explain his side of things, and then you can explain yours, and we'll come to a solution. Trust me, I read a book about this."

Danny doesn't doubt it. "I don't own that dog, I found him wandering around outside. I thought he was cute at first, and then he turned into the big dog that keeps haunting you."

"And why's he doing that?" she snips.

"I don't know yet." Danny rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm trying to send him back to the Ghost Zone, but he keeps coming back out! I'm starting to think it's some cliche 'unfinished business' thing. But until I can figure it out I don't know how to get rid of him. All I can do is try to minimize the damage."

"Doing a great job." Valerie rolls her eyes. "Ruining my father's business, ruining our garage sale, ruining my lunch!"

"I swear, I was trying to help! He's really, really hard to get under control! He's like five times my size!"

"And you can't grow bigger and handle it that way?" Valerie retorts.

"No! I'm only a few months into this, I-"

He cuts himself off at the look on Valerie's face. "What?"

"A few months? ... So... so I could've known you?" Horrified, is the best word for her expression.

Danny shrinks, holding his bicep and hunching a little. "Um, nevermind. I just mean I'm not super powerful."

"No, no, we're going back. Did I know you? Is this a revenge thing?"

"What? No! I already told you, I'm trying to help prevent things from getting worse! And... no. I'm a loser kid, and you're popular."

"... Was," Valerie says quietly. "... All my friends ditched me when I lost my money."

"That's awful."

Valerie nods. "I don't know why I thought they liked me for more than money, looking back. But it still hurts. Being a lonely loser is the worst."

"Tell me about it," Danny mutters. "I mean, I have friends, but sometimes some stuff just makes you feel alone no matter what."

He thinks he sees Jazz tear up at that, but he's not sure. He's distracted by Valerie letting out a sob.

"I don't have anything left," she says, voice quavering. "I don't have the popularity, I don't have money, I don't have the grades..."

"... So you turned to revenge?" Jazz's voice is soft.

Valerie sobs again, and Jazz gives her some comforting slow pats on the back. She looks at Danny, nodding at Valerie.

Danny gets the hint. "You... you could, um, make something, more?"

Valerie gives a somewhat bitter teary chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean, huh? I'm already hunting ghosts. It's... something."

"... You could try to make new friends."

"Oh sure, that's easy. I'm a social pariah."

"So am I. But even just one or two friends helps a lot."

"You got a lot of ghost buddies?"

"... Humans, actually. An if I can make friends with some high school kids as a loser and a ghost, you can make friends too. You just might have to lower your social radar a bit."

Valerie rubs her arm. "... You're really not out to get me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I want to protect people, not hurt them."

"... I'm sorry I shot those missiles at you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the dog contained."

"... I'm sorry you're a ghost so young."

Danny snuffles a little. "... Thanks." Sometimes he is, too.

Valerie looks at her hand, and then holds it out to him. "Truce? I won't mess with you. I can't promise the same about that dog if it keeps showing up, but I won't mess with you."

Danny sighs. "So you're keeping the weapons."

"Oh, you know I am. Even if I'm not hunting you, now that I know about ghosts I want to be prepared."

"I guess I understand that." Danny shakes her hand. "Truce."

Jazz grins. "See? Just needed a real, meaningful talk!"

Valerie laughs a little, wiping her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess. But... now what? Who do I blame for this?"

"Probably the boss who decided that Ghosts Suddenly Existing was your father's fault," Danny says.

Valerie's eyes harden. "Yeah. Yeah, I can go with that."

"But," Danny and Jazz say at once. They look at each other, and Jazz let's Danny speak.

"But," Danny says again, "Maybe focus on making some more friends, first. One thing about us losers, is we don't ditch someone just for money reasons."

"... I'll give it a shot." Valerie smiles a little at Danny. "With better aim than the ones I took at you."

Danny chuckles a bit.

They both wave goodbye, Jazz and Valerie leaving Danny to continue his search.

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"Hi."

Danny, Sam, and Tucker all look up. Valerie is standing nervously with her brown paper bag of lunch. Tucker brightens up, and Sam gives a little, slightly suspicious, wave.

Danny scoots over. "Wanna sit with us?"

Valerie looks over at the A-Lister table. They're all staring, smirking, whispering.

Mocking.

She looks back at the 'losers'.

They're looking at her with... openness.

"Yeah. Sure."

She sits down, and gets out her lunch. For a minute, she just listens to them talk while she unpacks the sandwich.

"Hey, is that peanut butter and honey?" Sam asks. Valerie nods.

Sam holds up a thick roast beef sandwich. "My parents are trying to get me to eat meat again, but I'm staying vegetarian. Want to trade?"

Valerie blinks. "Uh... sure?"

They swap sandwiches. Valerie looks at the sandwich, mentally trying to figure out the carbs and calories and fat content-

She looks around the table. No-one else is analyzing their food. Or, judging hers.

She takes a bite. It's pretty good.

This... is pretty good.

She smiles, and laughs a little at a joke Danny makes.

Yeah. This is pretty good.

#danny phantom #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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[littledreamybeth]

Steamy Love

BE AWARE: ADULT CONTENT, CLICHED STORY

(Yes I still suck at writing smut lol)

“Fuck.”

She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. The only thing Y/N was able to focus on was the pleasure and the tingles she felt in her lady parts while she eased herself down Harry’s cock agonizingly, yet deliciously slow. The fire within her had fully expanded and hunger had completely taken control over her. He was stuffing and stretching her so good. The chilly air in the bedroom did little to cool down her hot body. Each fiber of her being was under heat.  

She snaked her trembling hands around his neck, pushing her upper body as forward as possible. The sensation of her hard nipples against his naked chest and the wetness of her vagina elicited a deep growl from the young musician’s throat. This was too good to be true. Y/N feared this steamy moment could be a fragment of her imagination, that Harry was still on tour and far away from her. But the pressure by which he held Y/N close to him and the small pain she felt in her back, due to him digging his fingernails into her delicate skin, were assuring enough to make her realize he had really returned. This was NOT a dream.

After torturing months of longing and loneliness, the young lovers had finally found themselves back in the arms of their significant other. Y/N felt like, now that Harry was by her side, she was able to breathe properly again. Clearly, she had no idea of how she had survived this long without his presence, acknowledging the fact that she was normally attached to his hip- but still, she was proud of herself because she had managed to live temporarily without him- even though it hadn’t been easy. It had been painful and nerve-wrecking. Sometimes, she had been at the verge of losing her mind. Harry had left visible marks on her daily life that were difficult to ignore. So, whenever something had happened or when she had seen something unusual, she instantly wanted to call out for her boyfriend, forgetting the fact that he was touring on the other side of the world, leaving her with nothing more than a text message to send to him. Certain circumstances hadn’t allowed her to join him on tour, otherwise she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash and had left with him. It was as if, by this way, fate had been challenging her, testing her, and with Harry’s return, she felt as if she was rewarded for passing the challenge. Because she had been patient.

Of course, her patience would pay off. They both were going to have the best welcome sex they had after years. They would first start off with a gentle and romantic lovemaking, exploring each centimeter of their bodies attentively before they’d fuck each other’s brains out in round two. Over the course of the last weeks, the only source of satisfying their sexual needs were either their hands or sex toys, but sometimes neither did do the trick. Don’t get them wrong- Harry loved phone sex and watching Y/N orgasm over Skype, but nothing felt more satisfying than or could compare to the feeling of her tight walls squeezing and tightening around his length. The same applied to his love. The only thing that was able to get her off was Harry himself.

With both of them sexually frustrated, you can only imagine what they had done as soon as they had stepped into Y/N’s apartment after the ride from the airport. Their clothes had vanished, surprise, before they could even reach the bedroom. Now, they were situated on her bed with Y/N on top of Harry’s lap and his dick between her legs.

“Why aren’t you moving?” she heard him rasp as he was peppering her bare shoulder with gentle pecks. She detected the slight confusion in his voice. Normally, they would get straight to business. Thus, she couldn’t blame him for being bewildered. The reason why she hadn’t moved yet was mixed with the need to feel him, his excitement, to savor this moment. She’d been deprived of his warmth long enough.

Instead of answering, she tightened her grip around his neck. Tears started to well in her eyes, and before she could even stop them, they were already running down her cheeks. Harry noticed the light shake of her shoulders and instant worry consumed him.

“Hey, are you crying?” he asked. Pulling back and out of her, he got a better picture of her beautiful face. Indeed, she was.

“What’s the matter, love? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He laid his hands on her cheeks, catching the tears with his thumbs, swiping them away. “Tell me.”

If Y/N had the right words to explain the mess in her head, she would. What were the tears exactly? That of relief? Joy? Love? Or all three combined? All she knew for sure was how emotionally overwhelmed she was. She still had to process all of this.

“’m fine,” she reassured, shooting a shy smile at him. Probably not the best time to burst into tears. But Harry would never blame her for that. Sex could be emotionally overwhelming at times.

Y/N took a deep breath before she continued pouring her heart out. “It’s just me being happy to have you back, that’s all. You know I missed you. So incredibly much.” The last phrase was nothing but a whisper.

“I know you did, and I missed you too. Touring without the woman I love was hard- especially when I went back to the hotel to an empty room after each show while the others had someone to come back to.”

Harry remembered the many sleepless nights just because Y/N was not beside him to drive him to a deep slumber. He’d usually fall asleep to the sound of her breathing or her heartbeat, but on tour, he’d been surrounded by the silence of the hotel room, which had driven him mad countless times. So, he’d called her each night for comfort, however, it hadn’t always helped. He’d end up staying awake all night because he’d miss her so much.

“You don’t know how many times I wished I could’ve taken you with me to explore all these amazing places together. To see different cultures, to taste different food. To see you dancing to my songs and having fun each night. I would’ve loved giving that to you, and I’m incredibly sorry I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said.

The British man shook his head. “No, it’s not. I know it’s not particularly my fault that our schedules did not align, and we talked about this before. I couldn’t expect you to drop everything for me- you have a job and a life after all. You cannot conform your life to mine, which is absolutely okay, and I respect that. But it still irked me to leave you here on your own.”

Before Love on Tour started, they had long discussions about how they would handle each other’s absence. They constantly stressed they would be fine for a couple of months since there were alternatives to be in touch, but not long after the first show, they had found out how hard it was actually in practice. The different time zones, the lack of physical touch- you name it.

“I love music and I love touring, y’know I have to give something in return for my fans’ loyalty and support. But touring doesn’t make much fun without my loved ones. I promise the next time I’m on the road again, it’ll be with you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Y/N’s heart simply melted. She was lucky to have this man as her lover.

“Speaking of fun,” Y/N remarked, not trace of tears on her face anymore, “you seemed to enjoy yourself very much on stage.”

Y/N had no idea what had gone through Harry’s mind and what actually had gotten into him when he literally had teased his audience with his bottom by bending down often or just shaking his booty during songs each show. She had read lots of comments about how he was a literal ‘whore’ for doing that, and on top of that he received the title ‘whoerry’. She was still amused by this. But she was sure that the teasing was mostly addressed to her. As if he intended to say, “See what you’re missing, love’. More often than once had she caught herself being frustrated because she couldn’t touch his ass through her laptop screen, squeezing and spanking those thick cheeks with her palms. At moments like this, she had wished she was gifted the superpower of teleportation which enabled her to move from one place to another. She would get what she wanted, and then, whoosh, vanish. Never mind, she had thought back then. Now, she had all the time of her life to catch up on that anyway.

“I’m the mastermind behind all of my songs. Who wouldn’t want to enjoy themselves while listening to them? Let me be proud of my work and flaunt with my talent.” Harry did a short hair flip, which made Y/N laugh.

“It just surprised me,” she said. “This is so unlike you.”

“We all discover new things about ourselves, hun, don’t we?”

She leaned forward, covered the shell of his ear and whispered seductively, “I also have a naughty side. Want to see it?” What a great introduction to continue where they left off!

When she pulled back, she stared right into Harry’s lustful eyes, which were practically stripping her off although she was already naked. It was said that our eyes were mirrors to our souls, and all Y/N could see right now was love and admiration in his green orbs.

“Please…” the award-winning singer implored.

With that being said, Harry positioned himself between her legs once again, and Y/N began to move her hips up and down. He let her set the pace because he didn’t want to go hard on her just yet. They had plenty of time for that later but in this moment, all he wanted was to enjoy romantic and gentle sex. He wanted to familiarize with her body once more, finding out whether he still knew the right spots that made her see the sparkles and stars in front of her eyes.

At some point, he lied down on his back- or rather was pushed- and let the spectacle unfold before him. His gaze was trained on Y/N the entire time, without any interruptions. His love, his Y/N, his goddess- oh how good she was riding him. SO good that he didn’t know where she ended, and he began. He took a closer look at the way her breasts would bounce all the way up and down deliciously that Harry wanted to bury his face in them, at her face where lust was evident on her features- the way she bit her lower lip was to die for- and the spot where their bodies connected. He had almost forgotten how it felt like making love to her.

He watched how she’d take him balls-deep, listened to the sweet sounds she’d make mixed with the usual skin-slapping.

The highlight of that moment was actually when Y/N started to sex-talk. It surprised him because it happened out of the blue. He knew she had never been a fan of it, it made her feel uncomfortable. She would avoid it at all costs, even when they fucked. So, it made Harry happy to see that she finally jumped out of her comfort zone by telling him dirty things this time.

She clenched around him, and Harry’s head spun around.

“Here,” Y/N groaned, pointing at her lower belly right under her navel. “I feel you right here.”

“I’m sure you do,” Harry gasped, rolling his eyes in pleasure as his love did a certain move with her hips that knocked the air out of his lungs. Where the heck did that come from? How did she learn it? When did she learn it? So many questions to be answered. He’d ask her after they’d finish.

“Use me, baby doll,” he hyped her up. “Take what rightfully belongs to you. Don’t be shy. I’m all yours.”

She wouldn’t let him tell that twice. The closer she reached her climax, the wilder and louder she became. All for Harry’s benefit. He wasn’t far behind. He felt his release was almost there. So for the final explosion, he propped himself back up and guided his hands to Y/N’s hips, pushing her up and then pulling her down his shaft while the tried to pounce into her as hard as he could.

“Oh my god! I’m so close!” Y/N breathed heavily.

Harry grabbed a fist of her hair and maneuvered her head slightly aggressive towards his own. Attaching his luscious lips with hers, he kissed her feverishly, swallowing each moan that escaped her throat. He put his hand between their bodies, massaging and stimulating her sensitive clit in circular motions to offer her ultimate pleasure. She was tightening around him even more until her screams finally filled the air.

After a few more pushes, Harry came himself, releasing a long, deep groan before sagging down in Y/N’s arms. Both were out of breath. The young musician tried to calm down by listening to the rapid beating of his partner’s heart.

“The thing you did with your hip,” Harry said, after finding his breath again. “How did you do it?”

“That’s a secret for me to keep.” Y/N teased.

“It’s fine. Cannot wait for round two,” Harry mumbled against her collarbone. They were aware of the fact of how intense it was going to be. And they were looking forward to it.

“Ten minutes,” the woman asked, still overpowered by the aftershocks of her climax. Running her fingers through his curls she added, “Ten minutes are all I need.”

They didn’t last ten minutes before devouring each other again. It was a very, very long night.

By the time the new day dawned upon the city of London, the young couple had not only been worn out and knackered but also their bodies had been covered in all sorts of marks and love bites, all of them resulting from passion and pure lov

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[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [4]  pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers. 

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed,  “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento    unlike what Gojo Satoru said    was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates. 

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner. 

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up,  “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.” 

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short,  “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing,  his punishment     despite not being given any by Nitta    was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan. 

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least    and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all     since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.” 

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy. 

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you. 

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.” 

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.” 

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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[ophiuchus-interactive]

Originality, Criticism, and Entitlement

After joining the IF community, I've come to see (and experience) the accusation that there are IF writers who steal, copy, or even plagiarize another author's work. I'm going to explain why throwing such accusations around is harmful not only to the accused, but the community as a whole.

This is also an explanation as to why they're incredibly stupid criticisms, and unless there is actual, direct evidence that the work is being copied or stolen, it is not, as such "critics" want to call it, "ripping off" anybody.

(Long read)

Star Wars (1977) is considered by many to be the world's first real blockbuster, with such sensation and hype that even over thirty years since its original release date, it reminds a key figure in our pop culture and media today. In every form or fashion, Star Wars was groundbreaking in terms of cinematic storytelling and movie-going experience.

But Star Wars is nothing new.

George Lucas, the creator, has discussed many times over the years just how precisely the world of Star Wars came to be, and its origins go back much, much farther than you think.

George Lucas claimed that the idea of Star Wars was inspired by Flash Gordon serials, a comic book series that was turned into a TV show in the 1930s. The famous title crawl that appears at the beginning of every Star Wars movie?

Look familiar?

It is also a pretty well known fact that the Galactic Empire and Rebels, along with the battle scenes within the movies, also take heavy inspiration from WWII. Stormtroopers are German Gestapo, the X-Wings and TIE Fighters are inspired by WWII aerial combat: https://youtu.be/msb8OdvBBjU

There is a clear right and wrong that is written into the Star Wars universe, and that most assuredly comes from the material and real world events that George Lucas was inspired by; serial comics and shows of the 30s, 40s, and 50s, leaned heavily into black and white morality. This is why superheroes from that era like Superman or Batman were originally written as static characters. "Superman is invincible, that's not as interesting as the X-Men struggling with their place in society!" Well, yeah, that's because Superman was meant to be nothing more than a comic book character that allows children to act out their power fantasy- "you can't make me go to bed, mom! Superman doesn't go to bed!" etc. etc.

But Star Wars has inspiration that goes back even further than the 1930s. It goes back to ancient Mesopotamia.

The Epic of Gilgamesh is the world's oldest and most notable form of literature that we know of. It is an epic that describes the heroic journey of one Gilgamesh, told in five parts. This is the earliest known example of what is known as "The Hero's Journey" in literature.

If you have any knowledge of the first movie of Star Wars, you're well aware of the story beats that you can read out in this diagram, as well be able to distinguish the similarities it has with The Epic of Gilgamesh.

Does this mean that Star Wars ripped off The Epic of Gilgamesh?

No. It doesn't. Because even though the story shares similar story beats, and features a black-and-white morality, a sci-fi space opera is a far cry from ancient Mesopotamian gods battling with each other. George Lucas didn't read the epic in school and decide "ah ha! I know how I'm going to make money!"

He was inspired, and he took that inspiration and created a multi-billion dollar franchise that millions love across the globe. He wrote that story and directed that movie, he put in the blood, sweat (lots of sweat- they filmed in Tunisia) and tears to make something WHOLLY NEW, and yet in some ways...similar.

Humans are very complex creatures, and our brain loves nothing more than finding patterns in things. Why is there such a thing as the Rule of Three in literature, a rule that dictates the satisfaction the reader gets when a story has a plot that occurs in three parts? Why is there traditionally only three acts? It is, simply put, satisfying. This traditional three-part structure often times creates stories that may look or feel similar simply because of how it is structured. This is not copying. This is a literature technique that humans have been using since the beginning of language itself.

And this is why I have such a problem with the people suggesting that authors are "copying" popular works- no one solely invented story beats, no one invented the supernatural fiction, no one, singular person, solely created the concepts that we are using today. No one. Not a single thing written is wholly original.

Originality is overrated. We are products of our environment, our culture, our media we consume- if an IF writer has a story with vampires and other supernatural creatures, and the MC is a detective attempting to solve crimes, was that invented by the very popular Wayhaven Chronicles by Mishka Jenkins? No. Vampires in media are nothing new, detectives in media are nothing new, and if they so happen to exist in other stories, what of it? Did Mishka invent vampires? No. They're a cultural phenomenon that has existed in multiple civilizations at once. Did she invent detectives? Obviously not.

Mishka was inspired and so were countless of other IF writers to write a story that involved the supernatural. These IF writers may have similar story beats, they may have similar themes, but that does not make it copying.

You know what makes Star Wars or The Wayhaven Chronicles or any other form of entertaining media great? Innovation.

It is how the authors tell the story, and why it is being written that creates such vast differences in genres. Star Wars isn't The Epic of Gilgamesh because its just "in space", it is the magnificent, innovative storytelling behind Star Wars that makes it so unique in our minds. The cinematography, the storytelling, the dialogue, the acting- all of that hard work into making something worthwhile and good is what makes it so unique when comparing it to other media that feature the literary use of "The Hero's Journey".

We all have something to bring to the table, to tell our stories that have a piece of us inside them. They are influenced by our laughter, our tears, our horror, our love, our rage or terrible indifference. They are influenced by our passions, our delusions, and they are written because we wish it to be so.

Are all impressionists copying Monet because he popularized impressionism? Are all artists who paint in similar styles copying off of the one who created the style in the first place? No. They're not.

To accuse IF authors, particularly the INNOCENT ones of copying others is an unbelievably insulting and ignorant statement that disregards the author's creativity and free will to write whatever the hell they want. If all you have to see out of a story is the basic, bare bones elements to it, then allow me to speak for all IF authors out there and say:

You're missing the fucking point!

We've all put our hard work into not only LEARNING a coding language (which, surprise, not ALL of us know and have to spend HOURS figuring out) but we've learned a coding language to create a game for other people to enjoy, and we'll be damn fucking lucky if we're able to get any money off of our work that we have put in it.

This criticism becomes a form of entitlement real fast, as if a reader has any say as to the pace or way an IF story (or any art for that matter) is written.

Most of us are doing this because we love the idea of putting our work out there as an IF fiction for fun. Some of us have to work jobs, some of us have complicated lives that demand constant attention, some of us wish to do this as a living, but all of us?

All of us deserve the courtesy of being a creator that is sharing their work with the world.

The next time you decide to accuse an IF writer of copying another person, ask yourself if it's legitimate plagiarism or you're just someone who doesn't have the capacity to consider that literary themes, tropes, cliches, and genres, are not the same thing as "copying".

#renny rants #if fiction