#and i really wanted to go home so i was escaping hardcore. And like anything else- practice is key. im at 1million+ words and 160+ fics.

[yelenasdiary]

It was like reader have a gambling problem but she hasn’t gambled for a long time so “she has it under control”. Tony invites her to a party and she kind of refuses but Tony convinces her to go and there is drugs and gambling there so she kind of relapses in both and her girlfriend hasn’t seen her the whole day because reader didn’t have time to contact her. She asks her sister(s) and they go looking for her just to find her there. Instead of being like mad they try to help her go away from the party and calm and stuff.

Now why didn’t I specify the sister and girlfriend. Because at first o think it was Wanda girlfriend and Nat and yelena the sisters. But if you want to make it yelena girlfriend and Wanda the sister it’s totally fine ☺️☺️

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff! x Romanoff! Reader

Summary: Tony begs you to come to a party in hopes your friendly charm get help get more donations. Little does he know; it wasn’t a great idea.

Angst, Super Light Fluff

Translations from Russian & Slovak: сестра (sister), dieťa (baby), Srdiečko (sweetheart)

Warnings: Gambling, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of drugs & drug usage | 2.2K

AC: Thank you for sending this & I hope you enjoy! x Please note, I have no idea how poker works lmao so bear with me.

Tony looked at you with begging eyes, he never begged anybody for anything, so you knew he must've really needed you to take one for the team. He was throwing another fundraiser party to help raise some money for the Stark Relief Foundation. Your girlfriend was out for the day getting some alone time like she usually does on a Saturday after a mission, Yelena was off seeing your parents, Melina & Alexei while Natasha, your biological sister, was due to come home from a mission. 

"I don't Tony, it's not really my scene" you said hoping he'd understand but how could he? You held a secret from the entire team besides your family and Wanda. It wasn't a big deal that not everybody knew but it was what worked for you. You've been clean for four years and it has been a really long, stressful and hard road to get to where you are today. 

When you escaped the Red Room, you were introduced to a whole different world. A world of hardcore drugs, alcohol and gambling. Those who you thought were your friends at the time quickly learnt that you had a natural talent for poker and used you to win big time, time and time again. In return they fed you drugs and alcohol, you didn't know any better. 

But when Natasha and Yelena finally tracked you down, they did everything in their power to help you get clean. You went to rehab, detoxed and still to this day attend meetings. You were free, once again but this time for real. Your sisters have been a huge part of helping you stay clean, same with your parents, but it's always been somewhat refreshing to have Wanda by your side too. She was there when the doors were closed and you couldn't sleep, when the urge to pick up the bottle after a mission was strong, when there was a birthday party and everybody else was drinking and Wanda stuck to drinking soda or water, so you weren't by yourself. 

She knew when things were getting too much and she was able to take you away from that, to give you a moment to breathe and remind yourself how hard you've worked to stay clean. So, when Tony was sitting before you, begging you to help raise money, you couldn't help but think of the environment you'd be in. 

"We really need this" he replied causing you to sigh, "Fine. But I'm only going for an hour" you said, setting yourself some boundaries. Surely, you'd be able to handle an hour. 

----

The first 30 minutes of the party was going smoothly, you avoided the bar and tried to ignore the smell of alcohol that floated through the room get to you. You spoke to guests while sipping on a class of orange juice, when people asked what you were drinking you lied and said OJ and vodka followed by a comment on how you weren't much of a drinker. 

Tony failed to tell you that there would be a poker table at the party. Once your eyes landed on it, your memories of all your past winnings game flooding back. Thor sat at the table drinking his Asgardian alcohol while making jokes with the other guests at the table. 

"Oh, Y/n, come join us! You seem like you have sense of good luck about you" The god called out. You smiled softly but shook your head as you walked over to the table, "I've never been good at poker" you replied with a friendly chuckle but the urge to join was becoming stronger. The chips in the middle of the table didn't help, you knew you could win big. 

"I'll teach you, take a seat!" Thor added just as Tony came up and took a seat at the table, "You in Y/n?" He looked up at you. Your heart skipped a beat, you knew you had to get out of there, but something came over you and you found yourself nodding and pulling out a seat. "Let's do this" you replied.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed by. You were winning, no doubt about that. You had taken Thor and Tony by surprise, making them more eager to try and beat you with each round. Lost in the moment, a glass of scotch had found its way into your hand. You'd worked out both Thor and Tony's poker faces which only helped you keep winning but eventually Thor pulled out giving you a pat on the shoulder, "you play a good game Y/n" he said friendly before walking away. 

Thor was soon replaced by a guest of the party, a younger gentlemen that had been watching you from afar. "I hope I'm not intruding" he smiled as he took a seat beside you, "but let's make this a little interesting" he added before throwing a small bag of coke into the middle of the table. 

"Oh, there's no need for that" Tony replied.

"No, no, let him play. If that's what he wants to bet, I'm sure that's all he's got" you looked up at Tony before shifting your eyes to the gentlemen beside you with a smug smirk on your lips. 

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Yelena just got back to the compound to find a room full of strangers, music playing softly under all the chatter from the guest, she sighed and went upstairs to your room to see if you were around. "Yelena! You're back" Wanda greeted her with a warm smile, "I was just about to join the party, are you coming down?" she asked.

"Nooo, parties are not my place" Yelena replied with a light chuckle, "have you seen Y/n?" She asked. 

"No, I'd assume they went for a walk or something given Tony's party which I will be speaking to him about that" Wanda replied with a lightly unimpressed tone.

"Oh good, you're both here" Nat stormed down the hall making Yelena and Wanda turn around, "we have a little problem" Natasha added still in her widow suit. Wanda tilted her head while Yelena frowned with concern. "I'm going to fucking kill Tony" Nat commented before she turned around and started heading towards the party, followed my Yelena and Wanda.

The three stood from afar as they saw you sitting at the poker table, sipping on your drink and laughing along with Tony's terrible joke. By now it's been 4 hours since you entered the party, you'd been up and down talking to people, playing poker and doing a line of coke from your winnings. 

Natasha glared harshly at Tony until he looked up and noticed, "he's so dead!" Yelena added. Tony looked at you, "do you know what that's all about?" He asked, shifting his eyes back to your girlfriend and sisters standing by the door. You looked over your shoulder, "fuck" you mumbled to yourself as they began to walk over to you. 

"Y/n, let's go" Yelena spoke, Natasha b-lining straight for Tony. 

"You, get up now!" She spoke sternly. "What did I do?" Tony asked, standing up from the poker table as Natasha harshly grabbed his arm and walked him out of the party. Wanda picked up your glass and gave it a light sniff, confirming that it was what she dreaded. 

"Y/n, look at me" she spoke softly. You looked at her with a slight eye-roll. Wanda looked up at Yelena, "go get some water and meet us back in our room" she said. Yelena nodded and walked over to the bar, leaving you to answer to your girlfriend. 

"Wands, it's fine! I'm fine, it was just a little bit of fun" you explained hoping she wouldn't be disappointed. "It's not about that sweetheart, I need you to come upstairs with me, the party is over, okay?" she replied in her soft tone. She wasn't trying to pick a fight, not when she didn't know the whole story. You sighed heavily as you stood up from the poker table and followed Wanda out of the room. 

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"I spoke to Tony, he said if he had of known they were clean, he would never have begged them to help with the party" Natasha said after entering your shared room with Wanda. 

"I mean, he has a point" Yelena replied, "maybe we do tell the others" She added. 

Natasha shook her head, "Y/n doesn't want that" 

"And look what happened" Wanda turned to Nat, "Y/n said that they said no but Tony begged and for the first 30 minutes or so, they did really well but it was Thor who pulled them towards the poker game. None of this would've happened if we were here, or better yet, if they knew what could've happened" she added just as you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. 

"Don't do that" you said, "don't fight over my mistake. I was weak, I didn't listen to myself. I caved and now I have to start all over again, this is on me" you added looking between the three. 

"сестра, this isn't your fault" Nat replied, "there's a meeting in about half an hour, get dressed and I'll take you" she added. 

You sighed, "seriously? I don't need a meeting right now; I'll go to one in the morning" 

"The sooner we get you to a meeting, the sooner we get you back on track" 

"dieťa, Nat's right. You need to go to a meeting, I'll come too" Wanda chipped in as Natasha kept her eyes on you, "where is it?" she asked. 

"Where's what?" You asked with an irritated tone. 

"You know exactly what, where is it?" 

You rolled your eyes, "I flushed it" you replied, lying but your sister didn't buy it for a second and walked right into the bathroom. "Alright!" You sighed once more, "I'll go to a fucking meeting" you added. 

Wanda hated seeing you so worked up, she knew it was the relapse and you'd be thankful for this in the long run, but she couldn't help but feel worried for you. Yelena kept her distance in the moment, whenever you got worked up like this, Nat was always the one who was able to put you back in your place. 

"Yeah, you will be going to a meeting" Nat came out of the bathroom shaking her head, throwing the small now empty bag on the dresser. 

While Natasha took you to the city for a meeting, Wanda stayed back with Yelena. Nat suggested it might not be the best idea to have all three of them hovering over you and Wanda could hear the fearing thoughts that Yelena was having. 

"They'll be okay" Wanda said in comfort, "it's just a hiccup" she added.

"They were sober for so long and what? In less than an hour it's all ruined? You saw that bag; they're going to a meeting high right now" Yelena replied. 

"I know, but we have to give them some credit here, per pressure is a lot especially when they didn't know Y/n's past. If we were there, they would've been okay"

"But we weren't and now we have to watch them go through all this again" Yelena snapped, leaving the room to get some fresh air. 

----

Two days later and it was the late afternoon when you got out of bed, woken by your sister to get ready for your meeting with your sponsor. Your mind was slightly foggy as your body was getting rid of the drug in your system and you felt horrible for the relapse. 

"Hey, I made you a smoothie for your drive" Wanda smiled as you met Nat in the compound's kitchen. You smiled softly at her as you took the smoothie from her hand, "thank you baby" you replied. 

"You're ready?" Nat asked, you nodded, "Yeah, I'll meet you at the car? I just need to get my jacket" you said before taking a sip of your smoothie. "Don't be too long" Nat teased as she walked out of the room, you went to follow her but were stopped by Wanda's grip on your arm. "Srdiečko, are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her eyes full of worry. Your eyes dropped, "I let you down, I let Nat and Yelena down, I let myself down…I thought I was stronger" you replied. 

Wanda gently cupped your face, lifting your head up to look at her. She stroked your cheeks with her thumbs in a comforting way, "You are strong, stronger than you think. This is just a little bump in the road, okay? You're doing all the right things to get back to where you were, you're not the same person you were when you first started to get clean, you're stronger this time. I believe in you, we all do. We are going to get through this" she spoke in a warm, comforting tone. "I love you" she added before kissing you softly. 

"I love you too and I promise, I won't let this happen again" you said as she pulled away, still cupping your face. "How about tonight I cook your favourite and we have a picnic under the stars?" The woman offered, you smiled softly, "I'd love that" you said before kissing her once more.

"You better get going, don't want you to miss that meeting with your sponsor" Wanda smiled.

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[the-library-of-theories]

So I’d like to get a theory out that I’ve been thinking of for a long while regarding q!Philza and today’s stream seems to be heading into that direction.

CW: Death talk, Spoiler for today’s stream

/rp

Let’s start with evidence before I reveal the theory.

Philza had said and confirmed that his Angel of Death role is relevant and the only one on the whole island who is suppose to know is his son, Cheyanne. No one should know about this besides him.

So why have all this death topic/relevant come up?

We have Bonnie the skeleton horse come around lately and confirms that Tallulah and Cheyanne have relations to death. Tallulah as a guide and Cheyanne as an old ancient king.

When things begin for q!Philza, it was the birdhouse arc. There he is refereed to as the “Crow” or “the Crowfather”, which is a first as he has been referred to as Philza for the longest… so why the sudden change?

Continuing, he is lead on a small journey and suddenly he is trapped by Cucurucho… but could it really be Cucurucho? Since then he was “asleep” for a week, dreaming about his hardcore world. When he comes back, unlike the locked and blocked door, its open and a trail of flowers leads him to… Cucurucho? To me, it doesn’t feel right. Why would Cucurucho lock him up and suddenly let him go? Sure it could be to mess with him, but something doesn’t add up.

Since then, he’s been having hallucination/derealization problems. Can’t tell if he’s awake or if anything is real. Birds are appearing to him whether it’d be in a cage or freed. Birds are given to Phil… like a gift…. And when the updates refer to Phil, it is now as Crowfather.

Going on, his home is constantly invaded by the dark blocks that is spreading throughout the SMP, which to take note, no one else has experience any dark blocks within their home besides from Phil.

Also to keep in mind, the black structures have been appear and if you look at them in a certain angle, they look like pyramids… and what is related to pyramids? Sacrifice.

In the Mexican culture (one of the tribes that reside in Mexico, I can’t remember what they were called) Temples/Pyramids were often used to hold ceremonies… sometimes sacrifices.

Not only that but the holiday, Day of the Dead, happens recently which also announces their departure from Egg Island… to Purgatory. Another thing related to death. There an eye tells what the members must do and of all of the members, Phil is the one to deny the rules for the longest before he eventually fell into his old ways… the angel was released.

And what does the updates call Phil…

“The Angel of Death may not be able to use his wings, but gravity has always been his friend; Phil has Fit in his clutches.”

They know… so what does that mean for Phil?

Well with today, we saw that q!Quackity escaped and sees what Egg Island has become. Not only that but he is suddenly killed off by Evilrucho. Why? Why am I saying this?

q!Quackity had a different ticket than the others. Granted that q!ElQuackity took it, it was still Quackity’s. And he is killed off.

Who else has different tickets?

Slime, Wilbur, Vegetta, and Philza.

I am saying, Philza could possibly be targeted as well as the others… but think… if any of the groups aside from the members of the island, gets their hands on Philza… they got control of death.

What makes this worse is that an entity has been contacting Philza. Saying that it “misses” him (his dark wings that darken the sky and his loud caw {metaphorical} is heard from afar) and that it’ll guide him when the time will come.

Now you can say it could be a positive outcome and its Bonnie the skele-horse and possibly Mumza… but the worst case senecio is Evilrucho who ended Quackity’s life early.

I could be wanting… “his” angel. What’s worse?

The Crow is also known as the “Sunbird” which can be used as another name for the Phoenix. Not only that but with Quackity’s death, comes… canon lives. And with death comes the angel.

I feel like Evilrucho is trying to get Philza at his weakest and turn him onto it’s side… it said it wanted freedom… but what does it require to be free?

Also some side notes:

In the maze, Evilrucho was the one to lead the Pendejo Trio to the spinning wheel. To which it “landed” on Cheyanne’s “number?” Which shows later when the rest goes into the maze that Cheyanne’s duck floatie is the only one in the glass dome, possibly hinting at what I am trying to get to.

Tallulah and Cheyanne are the only ones (aside from Leo) to contact their parent.

Philza has been putting a huge emphasis on his wings lately. (Possibly gets them back?)

Like sons like daughter like father, Philza’s family is known for heavy angst. So what is to say that he won’t have heavy angst for his character~

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Alright we're gonna do our first big compilation of my longass notes for a friend of the blogs fic, obviously we mUST start with The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk

Fair warning, I would read the whole fic before reading my notes and laughing/crying along with me. I do think you can go chapter by chapter if you wish. Also a fair warning, I usually cull my notes before posting a fic comment; I really let myself go wild here. Proceed with caution.

Chapter one I didn't have too many notes bc I was deep in it and also there wasn't too too much cringe. Idk if this is well known about me, but I can watch like, hardcore porn or gore and not flinch. I used to watch Animal Planet vet shows while eating cheese its when I got home from school, just munching away while they did surgery on little puppies. But if you write even a tiny bit of cringe it takes me like 5 business days to recover. I fully cannot look at the screen. I will leave the room if an awkward conversation happens in my tv show. I also can't not react to cuteness as well. These notes were mental escapes a lot of the time in this fic, like mother of GOD I want to die even imagining these conversations. Mortifying. Anyways.

Unhinged things I would say on the google doc but here!

DIALOGUE, dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. It can make or break a piece and it CARRIED in this one. It's so very cringe and realistic lol. Dialogue is usually the hardest for writers but I don't think our man here has this problem lol.

Great setting as well, I can feel the heat. A setting you can physically feel is so immersive, it sucks you right in, and my ass has never been to Italy but I've been on a dock and I've been in a hot thunderstorm and I can feel it all.

Obsessed with the way Spider steps into the house and Neytiri's like "dinner, gayboy??" like she was on his ass instantly skskskks. HER LITTLE SLIGHTS AT HIM?? EXPLAIN, LOL. WHAT DID THE CHILD DO? Reminds me of the time my friends mom asked me to stop calling her Chris and I didn't understand why and just blurted back "Okay, Chris." It's just so funny to me when she hates Spider in modern fics, because there's no systemic context it's just her beefing with a small child oddly lol. Having read the whole fic now, it's just Quarich's racism connection, I believe.

I am obsessed with the plight of the boys. Obviously Spider needs to leave, but I'm hoping Lo'ak escapes the military industrial complex lol. I'm so torn. I had Sully fam on the brain, and I wanted Spider's continuing relationship with them all so badly. Maybe I simply need for them to ask Spider to stay with them? Like "live with us for a year buddy, get yourself ready for college. You can do anything king but also ur part of the family, now go deflower our son."

Here is that clarifying question I asked: Did Kiri and Spider have sex??? Or did Mandy tell her about Spider's dick? OR BOTH? I simply could not figure that out. Also missed opportunity to name that character Ninat for the lols. The next generation of Ninat's beefing with and over Sully men.

Now that you've given me my answer, truly hilarious comedic content for everyone around.

Kiri, at night: want to hear about Spider’s dick?

Lo’ak, charcoal and paper out, ready to create an impressive sketch: ew, no, go ahead.

Chapter two, FUCK OFF Jeytiri flirting karaoke is adorable, that’s hilarious. The whole scene made my heart happy bUT NOT HAPPY ENOUGH not enough comfort I need more of it.

Spider turning to Lo’ak who's aLREADY LOOKING AT HIM cause they’re both like “oh you mentioned love, let me look at my best friend,” I’ll die.

Lo’ak literally BEGGING Spider to sing so he can swoon in the corner. I love this headcanon that seems to be cropping up of Spider being like a really good singer, it's very interesting to me.

JAKE UNDERSTANDING SPIDER I’ll die. Jake’s adopted that child you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude, even Neytiri fucking sees him as part of the family, I’ll scream. The tooth gem thing??? Iconic. Loved it. She’s giving Spider specifically cookies??? I’ll die. She's included him in all their shit. Not just anyone can do family game night karaoke. The karaoke, I am obsessed. Adorable. The Kiri and Lo’ak banter means the world to me. Their limp wrist agenda, the limp wrist bullying. What will he do when he can’t hold that against her? She must be unbearable to him in return when Spider isn't there. We love a homophobic gay. It's like what I said about my roommate i slept with twice (who follows me on here and we all better hope doesn't perceive this post); "I only get offended when SHE calls me slurs because I know then it comes from a place of true homophobia."

Kiri is literally begging Spider to understand Lo’ak wants him. BEGGING LO’AK TO UNDERSTAND SPIDER WANTS HIM. Kiri trying not to die at how obvious they both are. Kiri, going to beat the shit out of Lo’ak for asking about Mandy of all people bc of how far he's gone to avoid learning about that. I STILL AM UNCLEAR AS TO IF HIS ASS ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW SPIDER BROKE UP WITH MANDY OR HE WAS JUST BEING AN ASS.

Also fuck u for underestimating the importance of Tuk to Spider, he wants Tuk to remember him please I swear.

Also I have noted you have hinted at Spider’s praise kink. I can see it clearly. Nothing more will be said on that topic, but sometimes a praise kink simply makes sense for a character.

'IT COMES OUT MORE LIKE GAY' that was just for me, I know. So was Ninat's kid, obviously. Now that it's cONFIRMED for me I love to know that I am the target audience of all locorro fics ever.

Spider: *calls Lo’ak baby and gets embarrassed*

Lo’ak: *rebooting*

Lol Spider punching Lo’ak for saying slurs is so funny. Lo’ak's like if I say it I ain’t it, and that's on falling for the guy that is punching me for saying the slurs.

This little "I knew" reveal was CERTAINLY not what I was expecting. Not at all. A delightful little twist huh? A little trope subversion? AN EXPLICIT DRUNK CONFESSION IS SO HEART-WRENCHINGLY AWFUL OH MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED THEN WHAT DID THEY D O I MUST KNOW. "It’s not a big deal bc I… like u too obviously lol." That's the end of the sentence and the end of the communication. I was driven insane by that, I just finished XO Kitty, worst show ever, and I was reminded how much I despise when communication would solve legit every problem but it's handled realistically here. Communication is so hard for the boys Kiri will throw hands. And I brought your inhaler with me obvs cause I’m in love with you.

I’m sad about an asthmatic fist fight but it’s so appropriate. I am sad tho. I am a hurt/COMFORT bitch where is my COMFORT. I don't think my body is ready for a nocorro fic from u @spicymiilk my blog is about to become all comforting headcanons and we're going to ignore the plethora of Hunger Games ones I got today.

Now we have to sit here in this world where Lo'ak thought Spider was emotionally(?) cheating on Mandy with him if he thought they were still dating, the fucking clown idiot fool.

FINALLY, for the third and final chapter, with some bonus answers Andrei has given to my demanding all caps questions.

I’m so mean, I’m laughing at the idea of Kiri waking up at an ungodly 7:34am to Lo’ak ugly crying over Spider’s fake bed on the floor like he’s gone off and died in the war. She’s just like the pizza box community meme like uhhhh. Now I know this must happen oFTEN so I again figure that she must have gotten really good at sleeping through his ugly sobbing.

JHUST FUCKING LEAVE QUARITCH THIS IS SO ANNOYING GET OUT OF MY PLOT I’M TRYNA SEE KIRI’S TEXTS, ugh I'm so biased I despised how much he was in this chapter he should choke I wish asthma was contagious. Although, for some reason Quaritch calling Spider Lo’ak’s wife did things to me personally, The sweet homosexual love line then took me out back and popped me (I mean this in a like, Italian mafia putting me down outside way and not like, doing poppers outside a club although for some reason both are giving the same energy).

Neytiri murdering Spider for both turning her son gay and also making him sad can be something so personal. I still am in denial of every universe where she doesn't like him, and in this one I just love the idea of them slinking back to Italy having eloped or some shit where Spider now has to build that relationship but now having deflowered and stolen her son in the night. Hilarious. They must bond over talking about how stupid he is. They're so similar, how can the people with Jake and his clone not be.

Lol I also forgot Lo’ak got a black eye, that makes Kiri’s texts earlier so much funnier. Kiri was like they made out so hard he was struck with love. Developed a bruise. His gayness punched him in the face.

SPIDER KILL YOURSELF IM IN YOUR ROOM KICK YOUR DAD OUT IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE KYS SPECEFICALLY KILELD ME.

Oh my god the crying was all a lie, a fantasy, I’m so disappointed. More realistic, sure, but still. I am unclear as to if it was rEAL.

I had the cunt thing spoiled for me when I was catching up on posts I missed; never did I imagine lol. Almost as hilarious as Lo’ak telling Spider to die because he didn’t look at him, gay.

Spackle covering the hole in the wall, hmm, I wonder who punched that there?? Also abusive Quaritch giving romantic advice is making me want to puke up all my organs. I know Andrei says say the hole in the wall was nothing, but you can't have an abusive dad character and then mention a hole in the wall and nOT have us thinking that Quaritch punched a hole in the wall. Every reader is gonna think that.

Lol those Kiri texts and what she says is sO MEAN god I totally get why she did it but omg way to ruin a man over something that is not his decision or his fault. She’s just so so mad about the gays being dumb. Can’t believe she finally coughed up this info. Also the way Quaritch could probably hear all this through the wall makes me wanna die.

Speaking of Quaritch, what an interesting portrayal of their relationship. As a Quaritch hater, there's very few fics where I don't just fully skip long interactions with him. I gotta have really been sucked into the world, and I was with this one. I can't tell what of my feelings on the characters have made me biased on the relationship and what are my feelings on what the text portrayed. The feeling of too late in their relationship is there, overwhelmingly and devastatingly, but part of me found myself unconvinced by the attempts from Quartich. I literally can't tell if it's my own bias (most likely) or if it's my own lack of explicit background knowledge.

What we do learn of the past we learn in fragments, passing lines from Spider's internal monologue. They aren't the focal point of the story, but they are deeply important to the world created, and it leaves me with a feeling like I'm in an unfinished paint by numbers; I don't quite have the full picture. (Again, as I always say to you in my beta notes Andrei, these are incredibly harsh comments for fic. It's just good enough I'm treating it as though it's more lol (bc it can be)).

As to why everyone is finding Kiri mean; yeah she's neurospicy and we do clearly get the vibe that they talk to each other in this way, this casual banter that doesn't really mean anything. That being said, casual "kill yourself" or like "this is all your fault" and shit like that when the character is clearly upset and angry comes across as serious. Knowing Kiri as a character I didn't think she was, but reading it took me aback because as a standalone I don't have that context. In arguments and serious moments those words pack a punch, especially to a reader in such close third as we are with Spider in this one. We are WITH him and seeing only his thoughts and perspectives, his hurt is front and center so it's easy to feel hurt and defensive as a reader. I digress.

Lo’ak’s like every man in a crime show calling his wife to hear her voice one last time before he goes to to the dangerous mission and almost dies. He's like "I'll hear Spider's breathing and then know the US military is the way for me." Spider, the barrier between Lo’ak and the goddamn US military. That’s so funny to me. This is another reason to feel confused by Kiri's vitriol; it's not Spider's fault what Lo'ak chooses to do with his life and it is unfair to blame him. One line of her doing it I get, but she does it several times and the only excuse we get for her is from Spider.

Kiri is better than me I’m an awful secret keeper. But also maybe she could’ve coughed that bad boy up earlier, huh?

Tbh tho, on a serious writing note; it’s so well written because from the beginning we know exactly what is happening. They both like each other and Kiri knows both sides. That was obvious to me. You tell us from the get go that Spider is leaving when he turns 18, and that Lo’ak is leaving to join the military, WE KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. And yet the train chugs on and each event sets it in motion instead of derailing it, leaving us with an inevitable tragedy we all saw coming. Well done. If I was giving line edits on a publishable work, I’d say speed up the timeline. Make the whole fic (so excluding prior events like the party) all happen like. A few days before Spider leaves. I want to feel it all in real time, up close, as it happens. No breaks in time. I also want that memory convo with Lo’ak earlier lol, so that the realization of it can hit later. And honestly, if it wasn’t fic I’d leave it with the Kiri and Spider convo. No happy ending. BUT NOW LET ME GO READ MY WELL DESERVED HAPPY ENDING. U would've been SICK for not including one.

Extremely uncommon fanfiction Jake Sully W here. It should be more common I am an unapologetic stan.

Them going to find each other is so funny to me. Kiri was personally sending them on a wild goose chase as revenge.

OH THERE IT IS THE COMMON JAKE SULLY L. Although driving your gay ass son to do an airport rom com moment at 5:45am is actually quite the parenting w, where the fuck was Neytiri she would’ve been much more efficient. I mean she wouldn't have let him go, but she would've been efficient about it.

The idea of Lo’ak making his final decision to go to the military earlier in the day and then not actually doing it until he wakes Jake up at 2am makes me cackle. Jake: you go get that dick son, your mother can kill us both later.

ALSO WHY’S HE PULLING HIS SHIRT COLLAR SO HIGH, HMMM, ANDREI??? Showing up to meet his grandmother absolutely dEFILED. Does Lo'ak even have a change of clothes, that monster.

It’s 2:18am (when I originally write this), I have work tomorrow as I do literally every day of the week, and I’m just smiling to myself at this shit. Criticism: not enough of them being happy and also I didn’t get to learn what depraved things Spider wanted to do to Lo’ak that he drunkenly told him about that Lo’ak then had to live with torturing himself (and Kiri) over for months.

Andrei's response on what Spider drunkenly said to Lo'ak for the people: The depraved things are as follows— spider sat his ass in Lo’ak’s lap, completely and utterly gone, and waved poetry about Lo’ak’s long and strong fingers for at least ten minutes. He also made sure to mention his borderline tank top kink. Lo’ak definitely did not internalize that

I just have to say; I should've expected that. Those two gay ass losers to simply lose their minds over tHAT, which is like nOTHING. A REGULAR CONVERSATION I'D DARE SAY. ONE OF THE FIRST CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH ONE OF MY ROOMMATES WAS ABOUT HER HAND KINK, SO I RECIPROCATED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE DWARVES IN LOTR HAD GOOD HANDS. LO'AK WAS DEAD, SIMPLY MURDERED, A BLUSHING FOOL OVER THAT.

Lo'ak, stumbling into his and Kiri's room: Spider confessed his love for me and said... depraved things.

Kiri: OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE SAY.

Lo'ak: He said he likes my tank tops... I can barely speak of it out loud.

Kiri: Oh. 🙄

Also lowkey Kiri has to be enraged they’re normal now that they’re away from her. ALSO DOESN’T THAT BITCH LO’AK HAVE SCHOOL?? Hilarious all around. Lo’ak brings Spider back because they cannot be apart and then keeps him in his and Kiri’s room for the next year until he finishes high school. They see how long they can go without Quaritch finding out Spider’s nearby. Kiri hates them so much, especially now that they fuck in her space.

Andrei said in response to this: Lo’ak finished school in Florida!! Pulled a fast one on the school system and said hey I’m smart enough to finish like two classes here. Kiri didn’t speak to EITHER of them for months. Neytiri would call to check up and Kiri would be whining in the background about how she’s betraying her

They make up when Spider saves up to get her a ticket to visit them for a summer 🤸

The idea of Lo'ak never returning is so funny to me in so many ways. First of all, Spider dropping him off and picking him up like he's the sexy older boyfriend in every romcom ever. Second, the idea of Spider bullying him for having to go to school still. Three, they just squat with Spider's grandma, and she's like god I expected one gay loser not TWO. Four, Neytiri calling to check up just resulting in her and Spider both bitching about Lo'ak and Kiri respectively here is how the Neytiri and Spider fanboys can win-

Also, the idea of someone having to tell Neteyam about this makes me want to cry real tears of laughter. He’s in his first semester of college someone free him.

Andrei said: Let neteyam live in blissful ignorance. He knew Lo’ak was a raging homosexual for their entire lives and the second he saw spider he was like. Oooohhh okay. And then he never looked again the mental strength required to deal with it was just too much

Kiri, on facetime: so Lo'ak followed Spider-

Neteyam, opening a textbook in his Harvard dorm room or some shit:

#these are v fun please let me know if theres another fic u want these on lol #i do have to say tho they aren't for the faint of heart as sometimes i get like #somewhat critical or cw-majory-y about techniques or structure of texts or characters #i just know my besties like it but if that's not for you my notes posts aren't for u either #anyways if you read all this and didn't go read this fic ur crazy first of all #and like me way too much #but go read!! #i hope this is what u guys were looking for when you said you wanted these? more to come maybe #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #locorro #kiri sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #tuktirey sully #miles quaritch #neteyam sully #ninat #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #fic recs

[ystrike1]

Pufferfish and Dolphins - By Dalegeyu (7.5/10)

This one is short, tragic and super unique. I'm not a huge fan of onegaverse settings, but supernatural concepts that involve people with animal traits have a ton of potential. In this world humans have fish and marine animal traits in their bloodlines. This is really short so I can't give it a higher rating, but it made my jaw drop.

People with pufferfish blood are very rare. They cannot live normal lives. When they get agitated they release toxins that are very dangerous. Xuzhnag is a lonely boy who ran away from home. He was born in a strange place. Bad people were holding his mother captive. Possibly because of her rare toxic body.

She helped him escape from the facility when he was very young, but she had to stay behind. Poor Xuzhnag has no one, and he can't touch anybody. If his emotions ever fluctuate too much he could put someone in the hospital.

Xuzhnag has two very good friends who are currently financially supporting him. They come from a dolphin bloodline. They're super horny and violent, but they're nice to Xuzhnag because his toxic fluids are like drugs to them. Mating with a pufferfish is the ultimate form of pleasure for a dolphin. Every dolphin wants a super rare pufferfish trophy wife.

The two brothers are willing to share him, because pufferfish humans are so incredibly rare. Also, pufferfish brides usually try to escape. Xuzhnag is not from a predator bloodline. Eventually he is going to notice how different they are. The twins are very cruel and forceful, even though they claim they love him. The twins agree to share him so they can effectively watch over him and trap him.

They get jealous very easily. Xuzhnag wanted to attend school normally, but then one guy tries to become his friend. The twins instantly go ballistic. They think everyone wants to kidnap Xuzhnag, because that's all they think about when they see him. Xuzhnag is incredibly attractive to both of them, and they want to hide him away.

I have some bad news.

Xuzhnag's mother was a breeding pufferfish. Dolphin families capture pufferfish brides and males, and they force them to breed. The author didn't provide too many details, but it looks like each strong dolphin is allowed to choose one pufferfish. Then they can make an agreement with another family if they want to have pufferfish children. The twins and Xuzhnag are all male, and the twins would love to raise Xuzhnag's child. So, the make him mate with a random pufferfish woman. It's...rough. He doesn't want to but they force him.

Five years pass. Xuzhnag had an adorable baby boy with the pufferfish woman. The twins are raising him with love, and Xuzhnag is half mad. He doesn't leave his bedroom and the twins have chained him up, because he's a flight risk. He's rebellious just like his mother.

The child doesn't suspect anything. He thinks this is all normal. The twins have already found a dolphin bride for him. Xuzhnag screams and tells his son to avoid people with silver hair, but the naive child just backs away. He goes out and enjoys his life with his fiance and the twins. As soon as the kids leave the twins close the door and spend time with their captive wife.

I think the love the twins feel is mostly obsession and lust, but their dedication does feel like hardcore yandere. I wish this was a long series. I would have loved to see more different species interact.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #yaoi #Pufferfish and Dolphins

[pjunicornart]

Rainbow Milo

Sooooo I lied. Bubblegum isn't the last Scout. :P In fact Rainbow here isn't even the last Scout, he's second to last!

Bio: Rainbow - along with Pajama - was created by Rosey on a whim. He's the youngest out of all the Scouts, and he's certainly treated like it. His family means well, but they mostly forget that he's 18 now, and can hold his own. "His own" is a disaster child with magic that's coded by colors. His family's just gotta let him do his own thing.

Basic Info Nicknames: Rain, Bow, BB, Shorty (by Rosey only) Age: 18 Height: 5'3" Gender Identity: Transgender (FTM, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Autism, Allergies (dust and pollen), Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Backpack, phone, snacks, fidget toys, hand sanitizer, tissues

Relationships Rosey - Mother, very good Candy - Sibling, doesn't treat him like a kid Studio - Sibling, distant Cupcake - Sibling, jealous of his rainbow ability Bubblegum - Sibling, finds him annoying Pajama - Sibling, still trying to break the habit of babying him

Powers Red - Summons a small fire tornado to burn what's in his way. Orange - Allows him to shrink himself down for a limited amount of time. Can be used to make quick escapes. Yellow - Short circuit. This ability only works on cybernetic enemies, and it's not practical to use in most settings. It causes enemies to malfunction. Green - Scope. It allows him to basically zoom in and out with his vision, and it helps him eye fair away targets. This also lets him see heat signatures if prompted. Blue - Icy tips. Anything he touches will immediately become encased in ice. Purple - Allows him to spit out sticks of dynamite. Don't question it... Pink - Creates arrows that can be used as projectiles. Black - Teleportation. Only works for a few feet. White - Causes him to sprout a pair of angel-like wings, which he can either use as a shield or to fly. This ability doesn't last long. Rainbow - Cake for everybody!

Miscellaneous Little Facts - His design is inspired by many Weirdcore/Kidcore looks that I've stumbled upon. - His chaotic color coded magic is inspired by the TF2 Freak named Weaselcake. - If I had to choose one specific song for him to be inspired by, it would be "Still Time 4 Jammin'" by General Mumble ft. 4lung. - He's had meltdowns because he didn't know where his backpack was before. - Speaking of, his backpack is magical. Whatever he needs, he can pull it out of there. - Rainbow loves more hardcore music. Like Breakcore. - You'll know what color magic he's about to use by the color of his fingertips. Too bad he keeps those covered... oh well. - He hates parties, and by extension surprises. - Rainbow is a huge crybaby. - His design was also designed to be a contrast of light and bright colors. - When he's really excited, he'll stamp his feet in place. - He wants a pet. He's not sure what type of pet, though... - He doesn't have much control over his powers yet... so in battle it's not uncommon for him to use the completely wrong attack. - His love language is very much physical. He loves snuggles. - His odd obsession is collecting interesting hazard signs from various universes. He likes to hang them up in his room. - Cold or hot, he'll wear a onesie if he fucking wants to, damn it! - He prefers tortilla chips over potato chips. - Rainbow watches all types of TV, but he especially loves cartoons. - He doesn't leave the house often. He likes to stay at home, chilling out on the couch in comfy clothes watching TV. - Rainbow feels touch starved after a period of time, and so will seek out hugs from his family. Mostly from his mother. - Rainbow has a deathly fear of bugs, and he will scream if he sees one. - The hearts on his cheeks are just stickers, and he has a lot of colors to choose from. - He doesn't like adventuring. When he's asked to go out on a mission it'll be met with an "Ugh" from him.

Hey! Go check out Rainbow's family, too! Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Pajama... Rosey...

#art #my art #digital art #rosey's scouts #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #rainbow

[i-am-megalodonna]

Collector's Curse AU - King's Tide

The finale ripped my heart and ate it so I fit it into my au.  Here’s how it goes.

Luz tells everyone that the Collector is the only one who can stop the draining spell.  Unfortunately, the Collector is still trapped inside her so to stop the spell they’re going to have to work together, which would be a level of power output they’ve never attempted before.  Not even the Collector is sure they can do it, and that’s just staying alive after the fact.  There’s no way to do it safely.  This action will have consequences.

Seeing that Luz and the Collector are an unreliable plan at best, the CATS hatch their own.

The full plan is that Luz is gonna go save Amity and then start working to stop the draining spell when the time comes.  During that, the CATS are going to go through with the Eda plan because, while not safe either, it is more reliable (and hopefully takes some of the crushing responsibility off of Luz’s shoulders).  Couldn’t hurt to have two plots going at once.

At the end of Clouds on the Horizon, Luz learns that the CATS might be in danger, so she tricks Kiki into taking her to Belos.  It’s certainly not ideal to try to stop the draining spell at the head, but her friends could be in danger and they aren’t going to stand for that.  Also, they both really want to personally tear Belos a new one, so why not kill two birds with one stone.  They’ll figure out the details as they go.

Unfortunately, the draining spell kicks into action basically as soon as they get there, so emperor extermination has to wait.  They get right to stopping the spell but Belos interrupts them before they can do anything.  Cue final confrontation.

The final fight with Belos is particularly frustrating because they really want to go ape on this guy, but they know that’s not a privilege they have right now.  They can’t afford to burn themselves out, so Luz still has to hold her own with glyph magic in order to conserve energy.

Even though she knows he can’t stop the spell, Luz still sigils Belos.  The action was driven by both minds, with the intention of causing Belos pain and potentially killing him in the process.  Either Belos watches in agony as they destroy everything he’s been working towards, or he dies in agony doing just that.

Admittedly, such an action was more Collector-motivated.  No matter how much Belos sucks, Luz may not be ready to straight up murder someone.  The Collector is.  They want this man dead.

In any case, that line of thought backfires hardcore because it sends Belos into goop mode, which makes their job significantly harder than it was before.  Thankfully the hexsquad shows up just in time to distract Belos while Luz and the Collector do their thing.

Long story short, while the two can’t magic the moon away with a flick, they do manage to disrupt the spell enough for it to fail, after which they immediately windows force shut down.  In the process of doing this they thoroughly decimate the structures of the skull, and everything starts falling apart around them.

Luz is saved before the balcony crumbles, but that exit is then blocked by rubble and also Belos, who is unfortunately still alive.  Overpowered and without any escape routes, their only other option is to dash through the portal before the skull collapses entirely.

Needless to say, whatever happens in the third season is a lot lower stakes than it is in canon.  The draining spell was stopped and the Demon Realm is still intact.  On the other hand though, Belos is probably still alive (though they can hold out hope that the fall from the bridge finished him off), their friend is in a coma, and they don’t know how to get home.  So it’s not exactly happy either.

Camila is obviously terrified to see her daughter passed out and horribly scarred.  And like, how do the others even begin to explain how all that happened?  They barely understand it themselves.

But hey, King is there now.  And he’s pretty cool.

#collector's curse au #toh #the owl house #the collector #luz noceda #emperor belos #king's tide #toh collector #collector toh #toh luz #luz toh #toh belos #megalodonwrites

[feleon]

Club Possession p. 1/2

Possessive!Leon x AFAB!Reader

PART II

(Gif by muvana)

Warnings: Alcohol intoxication, subtle NSFW (hardcore in next chapter)

You two go out to a nightclub with a group of friends.  As the night carries on, Leon’s possessive nature bleeds through as he perceives eyes on you.

Your intoxicated state amplified the feeling of the reverberation from the bass in the room.  It didn't matter, you couldn't dance to the beat anyway, you were definitely tipsy.

You and Leon hit up a club in the early morning with a group of friends, and after a few jägerbombs you were really having blast of a time, paying little mind to the environment and the people around, as you continued to move to the sounds you were unable to process.  You weren't sure if your face felt numb because of your cheeky grin or because of the intoxication.

The red strobe lights illuminated the frames of your rhythmic movements, tantalizing your partner as he appreciated you from a distance away.  

As the clock moved with the moon, more bodies entered the fray. Leon, watching your form, bathed in a shining crimson hue under the blood moon gleam, grew thirsty, possessive.  No one else could have you, no one else could appreciate your body like he could.  All of those other lecherous men making their approach, their assault on your space...his space...

he needed to assert himself

He closed the distance between you two, pulling you closer and closer by the hips and reigning you in like a prize sheep, safeguarding you from the wolves.  Your backside was dancing against his crotch and he lay his head on your shoulder, glaring at any man who would dare intrude on his space.  On his partner.  

You were his, and meant only for his eyes.

As more people swarmed your group, like a school of fish, Leon, akin to a shark, was prepared to spook them all away, take a bite, or punch, out of a few.  As one man danced closer to you, his piercing blue glare framed by his tousled bangs framed his rage and operated as a repellant, the petrified man danced his way out of that situation and noped the fuck out.

As the energy in the club amplified, so to, did his possessiveness.  He didn't want anyone else to see you, to think about you, you were all his.  For his eyes, his thoughts, his lust only.  All he could think about, was taking you home, tearing through your garments, and marveling at your form before he could hold it in no longer.  His hands trembled as his mouth began to salivate.

And he couldn't  As you drunkenly backed up against his growing erection, he staggered back, grabbing the edge of the table and grimacing.  You were unintentionally teasing, taunting him.  The music grew louder and louder as the horde amalgamated around you, to him, in perceived pursuit.  You two had to escape.  He needed to gain distance from everyone else, but close the distance between you two.

Leon snatched your hand and squeezed it hard enough to hurt, pulling you along, navigating through the mob as he hissed "We have to go.

Now."

You didn't know what the rush was, but your feet were starting to hurt and you were getting tired, and with more people coming into the club it was getting cramped.  You smiled and waved your friends goodbye, a stark contrast to the impatient, thirsty man rushing you out the door and into the passenger seat.

You felt more sober by the time you arrived back home and laid on the bad giggling.  You enjoyed your time and the tipsy euphoria.

But damn, this night wasn't over yet if he had anything to do with it.

BOOMF.

Two hands were now currently positioned on each side of your face, and as you glance up you are now looking into the eyes of a disgruntled and frustrated Leon, his face flushed and his mouth grimacing.

"What were you thinking?  Going out in that outfit...  I don't want other men seeing you like that.  Dancing like that.  Leering at you...  Your body is for my eyes only.”  

“Do you hear me?”

As he said those words, he couldn't help but dart his eyes all over your vulnerable, appetizing form that lay below him.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #HAPPY HALLOWEEN i love nightclubs #resident evil

[sunsetsnz]

Omg, I want to ask so many! Let's go with 7, 10, and 11 :D

thank you for the ask, autumn!! ❤️

7) How do they trust people? Will they give themselves up for someone else?

jonathan has a harder time trusting people initially. he wholeheartedly trusts his closest ones (his dad, seph, his best friends theo and micah) but he was hardcore bullied in school and it wrecked his confidence and trust in others. he wants to believe people are good, but he’s still wary when someone’s nice to him. it took him a little while to rly open himself up to seph and embrace the free-fall

seph is better at forming initial connections, but ultimately i’d say he’s the one who struggles more being vulnerable with his emotions and showing the not so desirable parts of himself. he’s afraid that people will turn their back on him for not fitting into the ideal he feels he should live up to. he needs deep trust with someone to open up fully.

10) Are they easily flustered?

jonathan gets pretty easily flustered with strangers, not as much with people he’s comfortable around. he can trade insults/banter with theo and jokes with micah. same goes for seph, though it’s still easy for seph to fluster him with just a look tbh lmao. talking about/referring to sex is an easy way to fluster him hehe

seph is the smooth and collected type so he’s not easily flustered. the only one who can ever rly fluster him is jonathan, probably when he does something that seph finds very attractive/turns him on, whether jonathan’s aware of it or not lol. oh and…anything snz related flusters him a lot 👀

11) Do they have a favourite place to be? Is it rather in the city or in nature? Does that change when they are unwell?

ooh so glad to answer this one!! jonathan actually lives with his dad in a trailer right by the woods, he grew up in nature so that’s his happy place. he feels zen there (his hayfever disagrees tho). he does spend a fair amount of time in the city too but it’s mostly out of necessity for uni and work, or to stay with seph. he also has a fave campus library he likes to frequent! when he’s unwell it doesn’t exactly change, he just stays home more, though he will say that “fresh air won’t hurt”

seph’s favourite place is wherever jonathan is 😉 no but he does love the park at sunset, driving around the city at night, sitting on the fire escape in the summer heat with headphones on. and, yes, he loves the rural quiet of jonathan’s home 😌 when unwell, he forces himself to get on with his usual stuff, but he really just wants to hide in bed

#sunset ocs #ask #snz #snzblr #snz ocs #snzfucker #snz kink

[moki-dokie]

Saw this and couldn't resist answering for my ocs

— SHIP QUESTIONS

Ed x Cole

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

-How did they first meet? Ed was hanging out with his then-boss in a night club about to get more product to push when Cole rocked up with a bone to pick with her. Ed turned on the crazy and the sadistic flirting and got him to back off. They really shouldn't have ended up getting along...

-What was their first impression of each other? Ed thought he was a total asshole, egotistical prick, and stupid as fuck, but hot. Cole saw opportunities and a way in with his boss to score more of the extremely hard to get drug she sold, and Ed was just the right kind of crazy to be a fun challenge. Plus hot.

-Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? LMAO no. Ed's only friend at the time was very against it. Cole didn't really have friends or family to speak of.

-Who felt romantic feelings first? Ed, definitely.

-Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Both did. Hardcore. For YEARS.

-If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? In the beginning, they'd probably laugh until they cried. Now? Both would just shrug and say "and?"

-What would their lives be like if they had never met? Ed would have probably trudged on for a few more decades, but eventually would have run out of lives and gotten himself killed for good. Or he would let his beasty side take over. Never would have found his sister again, or got the support and help he's been needing for most of his life to handle his trauma.

Cole probably would have gotten his mortal body killed and ended up back with the wild hunt, or would have been found out and forced back. Never would have reconnected with his best friend from before he died and never would have returned home.

GENERAL

-Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Cole initially planted the seed for it, but Ed outright asked for it. Considering the high emotions and the fact Cole had just almost died, it went well.

-Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Lmao no they don't do dating. Though their first, uh, incident that really sparked everything was Cole severely assaulting Ed while he was in the hospital recovering from a fight with a werewolf. There was a lot of dubcon involved.

-What was their first kiss like? Who knows they were too busy fucking to pay much attention to it and it came way, way after the sex anyway

-Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? No, far from it.

-What’s their height difference? Age difference? Like 3 inches, ed's shorter. and uhhh depends on what age we go by with Cole. His souls age? Then about 100 year difference. His current body's age? Like 150 year difference lmao

-What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Do they share a friend group? Ed is the only one with family, and surprisingly his sister and Cole get on quite well, in a round about, insult each other relentlessly sort of way. His nephew Cole is pretty neutral with. They do share a small friend group.

-Who takes the lead in social situations? Cole with his endless charisma and manipulation skills.

-Who gets jealous easier? Oh, Cole absolutely. He hates not being the center of attention.

-Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Both of them. Constantly

LOVE

-Who said “I love you” first? Ed, pretty much immediately after he got out of the hospital from a 3 month coma and narrowly escaping his soul being taken by the wild hunt. 2 1/2 years into their relationship lmao

-What are their primary love languages? Ed is a bit of a mixture. Probably about 50% acts of service, 40% touch, 10% quality time. He also likes to give gifts but he’s often without the means or skills to purchase or make anything

Cole is so emotionally closed off it's hard to say. Touch and quality time equally, probably.

-Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Neither

-How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? Cuddling is for the privacy of their home. They'll fuck anywhere and in front of anyone though, as often as possible

-Who initiates kisses? Ed. He likes his kisses.

-Who’s the big and little spoon? Cole big spoon, Ed little spoon

-What are their favorite things to do together? Sex, drugs, more sex, fighting, kinkier sex, more drugs, and cuddling up on the couch and watching old monster movies

-Who’s better at comforting the other? They both do it well in their own ways.

-Who’s more protective? Ed 1000000%

-Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Physical. The more the better.

-What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Iris - googoo dolls Lurk - the neighborhood Super psycho love - Simon curtis Strange love - halsey Bad romance - lady gaga Madness - muse Guiding light - sam kelly & the lost boys Worship - brandyn burnette

-What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Ed calls Cole 'Squish' because 1. Her was almost squished under a building and 2. His mortal body is very squishy in comparison to Ed being a nekomata.

Cole calls Ed 'Tiger' because it's ironic with his cat form being nothing more than a housecat, but he has all the ferocity and tenacity of a tiger.

-Who remembers the little things? Both, but probably Ed just a little more

DOMESTIC LIFE

-If they get married, who proposes? They are going to, and Cole did. It took almost a year after he got the ring to actually work up the courage

-What’s the wedding like? Who attends? It'll be a small and intimate ceremony, just a few friends and ed's nephew. Held at Cole's best friend's pub where they're living currently

-How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? They'd sooner kill each other than ever have kids

-Do they have any pets? Do their knives count

-Who’s the stricter parent? Neither, cause fuck having kids

-Who worries the most? Ed up until recently, now it's about equal

-Who kills the bugs in the house? Neither

-How do they celebrate holidays? They usually just... Don't. Although Ed did use Christmas as an excuse to get him something once

-Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Ed, because Cole never needs much convincing to stay in bed

-Who’s the better cook? Ed, marginally

-Who likes to dance? Both!

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Jess x Russ

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

-How did they first meet? Jess was doing some shopping out in the garden department of his local hardware shop when Russ quite literally crashed into him cause he’s a ditz and wasn’t looking where he was walking. and then he promptly ran off because Jess is huge and scary lol although Russ ended up following Jess back to his home cause he was kinda curious who the hell this giant wolf was

-What was their first impression of each other? Jess thought he was both extremely stupid and extremely brave of Russ to follow him out to his own turf, alone. Liked the guts he had, and genuinely didn’t mean to scare him at first. Pretty much saw a young wolf in need of some guidance. Also forgot how to fuckin breathe when Russ first flashed a smile at him. Best smile ever.

Russ first thought this was the most handsome man he’d ever seen in his life, but also the hugest motherfucker ever, too. He thought Jess was gonna be another asshole alpha male macho type wolf and wanted to give him a piece of his mind. But as it turned out, Jess was actually really chill, kind, and warm. instantly took a liking to him.

-Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Russ’s brothers were gunning for it from the start

-Who felt romantic feelings first? Almost at the same time, but Russ probably just a tiny bit sooner

-Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Not so much resist but Jess is afraid to actually say it aloud

-If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? Russ would have probably laughed about at first, Jess would definitely believe it

-What would their lives be like if they had never met? Jess would have continued on in the sort of sad lifeless limbo he’d been stuck in until the pain, guilt and depression got to be too much and likely would have found a way to off himself. He’d never find out there was a survivor from his pack or get closure on the massacre.

Russ would have likely had to go back to his abusive step-dad/alpha to protect his brothers from him. Either would have just taken the abuse to keep them safe, or gotten himself and the step in a situation where they both end up dead so his family could finally escape.

GENERAL

-Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Jess, surprisingly. It went well, Russ was totally game to date him

-Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Yep! Jess got him a new leather jacket (russ kept stealing his) and took him out on his motorcycle, first to dinner, then to a dairy farm that serves fresh ice cream, then to the beach to show him where the surfers like to go and watched the sunset over the ocean. And then it was back to his place where he had a little outdoor movie screening set up with a bunch of blankets and pillows in the back of his work truck. Wine and popcorn, too! It was all very romantic and sweet. Ended the night with making out, handjobs, and a blowjob. First time Jess had let Russ see him fully naked without having a meltdown.

-What was their first kiss like? Very sweet that transitioned into very sexy. It was the morning after the full moon and Jess had been up all night with Russ keeping his wolf under control and holding him down without hurting him, making sure he made it through without having to be chained, trying to get through to him and work on his control. Jess tucked him into bed once he had shifted back and went outside to sleep in the back of his truck, exhausted and a bit beat up. When Russ woke up and saw him out there, he made him some coffee and woke him up with a little cheek kiss. Jess pulled him into his lap, lots of gazing into each others eyes and gentle caresses and then the kiss. Escalated into some soft making out, then heavier making out, then heavy petting.

-Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Jess is Russ’s first actual boyfriend, both first time *really* being in love

-What’s their height difference? Age difference? Jess is 6′9″ and Russ is 5′11″, 155 years apart. Yeah, they’re that couple

-What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Do they share a friend group? Jess adores Russ’s brothers, practically sees them as his own kids at this point. Things are a bit rough with Russ’s mom but she’s a good woman beneath the trauma she’s endured and he’s way more patient and kind with her than Russ is. They’re friends with Ed and Cole, and Cole’s best friend Lucky

-Who takes the lead in social situations? Kind of depends the kind of situation. Smaller, more familiar situations Jess will definitely take lead. But larger parties/crowds/gatherings, Russ is way more comfortable taking over.

-Who gets jealous easier? Jess. He doesn’t mean to, and he’s not malicious about it, but he is *very* territorial and doesn’t like others flirting with his boyfriend. (Ed gets a pass, knows he wouldn’t actually take it farther than flirting after being told they’re monogamous)

-Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Russ, like SO much, at the worst times lmao

LOVE

-Who said “I love you” first? Russ! Jess is still too scared to say it

-What are their primary love languages? Equal mix of touch and quality time for them both. They’re SUPER touchy and literally never tire of each others company

-Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Both of them, but Russ probably a little more. He’s a dumb silly boy

-How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? Rarely. Jess is very particular about being public with his affections. As much as he loves Ireland, there are quite a lot of conservative and highly religious folks. He’s been there for the last 60 years or so and he’s still not used to people being more accepting. He doesn’t like to cause trouble.

-Who initiates kisses? Russ much more, but they both do pretty frequently.

-Who’s the big and little spoon? Ironically, Jess is usually the little spoon

-What are their favorite things to do together? Date nights, working together, or just hanging out and having a lazy day

-Who’s better at comforting the other? Jess tends to need more comforting, so probably Russ.

-Who’s more protective? Jess

-Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Both. They’re just disgustingly sweet all around

-What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? you & i - syml love brand new - bob moses handsome man - matt alber freeze - kygo patience - hollow coves

-What kind of nicknames do they call each other? Jess calls russ ‘macushla’, gaelige for ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’. more literally ‘the pulse of my heart’. also ‘baby’ for sexier times.

Russ calls jess ‘handsome’ mostly. also ‘daddy’ for sexy times

-Who remembers the little things? Jess. Russ WAY too adhd for that. although he does actually do a good job remembering the less important things jess likes

DOMESTIC LIFE

-If they get married, who proposes? won’t get married in the traditional sense, but they will become mates which is basically the same. jess will be the one to bring it up

-What’s the wedding like? Who attends? no ceremony or anything

-How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? eventually, with a surrogate mother, they’ll have at least one kid

-Do they have any pets? They might get an old dog

-Who’s the stricter parent? Jess will be for sure

-Who worries the most? They probably worry for each other and various other things equally, but jess has a few more issues that gives him anxiety

-Who kills the bugs in the house? Russ would if Jess didn’t stop him. Jess will just take them outside

-How do they celebrate holidays? Jess doesn’t usually celebrate anything, but Russ finds an excuse to party at any chance he gets lol every holiday is party time

-Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Jess, Russ likes to sleep in way more

-Who’s the better cook? Russ is like 10000000000000% times better and genuinely enjoys cooking for jess anyway

-Who likes to dance? Russ definitely. Jess might groove a little in private

#my ocs #i know this is supposed to be an ask game but i do what i want

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

Burn For Me - Chapter 9a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

Over the next couple of months, training was gruesome.

I hardly got to see Teagan, as he was always with Cyrus, in their own training sessions.

I wanted to see how he was doing but from our last conversation… or I should say words said to each other was the least bit heartwarming.

He made it very specific he didn’t want to see me.

So I immersed myself in my physical activities.

Through the course of our training I noticed changes in my body that weren’t there before, like how I began to dodge things I couldn’t see meaning my reflexes were so much better, my muscle were a lot more defined than before making my body look more sleek, I could see the telltale signs of a six pack working its way onto my stomach.

My senses were sharper to the point where I could sense when someone was a good twenty miles away from the house.

I swear our training consisted of every exercise under the sun, from harmless little stretches to hardcore military training just more extreme.

But overall it was all the same every day, endurance, strength, balance and flexibility.

Though wolves are generally born with all these skills Tamitha’s and Cyrus’s courses blew all our natural abilities out of the water.

I could scale that fifty foot wall now like it was nothing just with my claws... no safety ropes.

Since Asher had made a surprise visit a week after we got here, I was really against him watching over me in my parent’s stead.

I didn’t need a damn baby sitter but he wouldn’t listen and go home.

So he was always there on the side lines, observing Constance and I as went through our daily drills.

I could tell it annoyed Constance just having him sitting there day after day as we slaved away hours on end.

She finally cracked during our combat training.

“Hey big shot,” she huffed brushing her blond tendrils of hair that escaped her ponytail back with her wrist.

We were both out of breath, sweating bullets as Asher stood with Cyrus against one of the fences.

They both looked over at us.

“Yeah, you. Do you think you’re too good to be out here training with the rest of us?”

Even though it was snowing and freezing she was in a thin grey tank top and our issued black cargo pants and combat boots whereas Asher was bundled up in a heavy jacket, scarf and cargo pants with combat boots.

“Excuse me?” he looked thoroughly confused.

“Excuse me?” she mocked him in a squeaky voice.

“Come over here so I can kick your ass,” she growled turning fully to face him and lowering in the stance for a one on one battle.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the shocked expression on Asher’s face.

“What did I do?” he asked me like I could help him.

“I think the training and cold has gone to her head,” I teased walking over to him and patting him on the back.

“Good luck,” and with that I went to sit down taking my first brake in hours.

“The cold has really gotten to her head hasn’t it?” Cyrus muttered repeating what I said, watching with his arms and feet crossed as he leant against the fence.

"Hmm."

Asher kept pointing to himself in perplexity.

“I really didn’t do anything,” he cried.

“Quit whining like a little bitch and get over here, Fabio,” she snarled, making a swipe at his head.

“Retract the claws, kitty-cat,” Asher retorted as he quickly dodged her attach.

As they continued there lover's spat, I turned my attention, fully on Cyrus.

“Sir?” I said and he glanced over at me.

"Yeah?"

“How is he?”

I couldn’t help myself.

Cyrus sighed.

“He has his moments but I think we’re gaining some progress.”

It took everything in me to not roll my eyes at him.

“What does that mean?” I asked though my teeth in annoyance.

“It means, he still attacks me without any warning at all,” he snapped.

“It means, he is a danger to you and everyone around him. I don’t know anything about him but I do know that from the way he moves he’s been trained, very well. And I know that you have been working your asses off these past months but you two are not ready for him to be at your back. He’s not ready to join this group.”

His eyes averted back to the two fighting it out in the snow.

My jaw clenched in anger.

“With all due respect, I don’t think he’s ever going to be ready and the only way Constance and I are going to be able to work with him, is if he is out here with us.”

I stood then and stepped in front of him blocking his view.

His blue eyes snapped to mine.

“It’s time to take the damn shackles off him and let him free. Ever since I’ve met him he’s been locked away from me. I want my mate, now.”

I gave him one more glare and turned away storming up to the house and to the basement door.

I pressed my back against it and slide down to the floor.

This was always the closes I could get to him and it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to touch him, hold him, smell him.

He may not be what I thought my mate would be like but he was mine and I refused to be away from him any longer.

It was time I got to know him for who he was even if he didn’t like it.

[paiths]

headcanons / metas for 5 random muses go!

oh thank youuuuu for sending this in <3 but i will be breaking the rules and do 4 muses, the mystery gang! hope that's okay :p anyway, let's talk money and their upbringing, shall we? they're all what you'd call..... uhhhhhh...... pretty privileged kids. the kind that would say they were "comfortable", yknow? from upper-middle to downright multimillionaire families, let's go one by one:

fred's family are behind the most well-known escape room company in the country, even having some establishments all throughout the world. they aren't the uber rich, but they're quite above middle class. he's not an only kid, so the succession of the company was left to his older siblings while he goes around the world doing his shit.

daphne comes from just the oldest money. her family has state across the world, they own shares of different companies, and she was even offered the opening of a fashion brand to herself if she'd like it. she decided to go and make her own way on the world, but... she knows anything is just one phone call away, from 10k on her name to a hitman if she needs it.

velma isn't crazy rich; her parents themselves didn't grow up in the best of positions, but eventually managed to climb to academia, and were able to give their daughter a better life and more opportunities than they themselves had. they had two cars, had trips at least once a year, and could even afford private tutors when she wanted to try piano and painting.

shaggy had the most humble childhood out of the four. with a handful of siblings, his mom had to stay home, so resources were spread out thin. still, he grew up in a good, suburban neighborhood, and got his private computer at age fifteen (that poor pc, so much hardcore porn and pirated videogames). eventually he moved out, which led to him living on a month-to-month basis, but he knew he had his parents help if he ever really needed it.

#meta. #themysterygang. #fred. #daphne. #velma. #shaggy. #read inbetween the lines and you'll see my poor bitter ass.

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

not judging, i am genuinely curious, if you havent played tftbl, and havent finished bl2, how did you get into rhack? and let me say, for someone who hasnt played the games, your fics are really on point

I am flattered beyond measure, and also couldn’t keep this short because i love the topic, so i put it under a read more AHAH! ilu anon thank you xD

Hands down, the fanartists are to blame xD AHAHAH I vaguely knew who Handsome Jack was from a pop-culture perspective (and I never before liked that iconic style borderlands is known for, so I just played Fallout and Parasite Eve and Left 4 Dead and shit like that instead). Around the time Tales came out, I started seeing fanart of Rhys on my dash (and i was like HELLO who’s this pretty boy??)  and then of course rhack art started crossing my dash, and I got curious about the art I was seeing, and learned little things bit by bit until I was swallowed whole AHAHAH! :)

From the art, I started perusing fic (i’ve always been an avid book-reader so no fore-knowledge necessary for engagement/enjoyment of material; books usually come with even less exposure to the material than fanfic ahaha) and i was learning little things here and there from the way fic-writers wrote the characters and what types of characterizations I personally enjoyed :) I have a photographic memory as well so it just became applying what I learned from my own exposure to the medium to write up fic :) No different from having to write a term paper or graduate dissertation or whatever. I’m very good at taking in information and disseminating only what’s needed. So like, seeing certain concepts/products/in-world terms/etc. crop up in enough fics tells me that is something possibly essentially to look into world-building-wise. From there, it’s a simple googling for the term/item/in-world thing to understand what it is and from context, how to write it :)

I always wondered how people who could write (extensive) fic for stuff they’ve never read/played/watched first-hand could do it, and so well too (there used to be this Harry Potter writer that like… damn they were redonk good having NEVER seen the movies/read the books). It’s simple intake of information and analysis compared with current fandom trends to do the thing xD that’s kind of it hahha. I’m probably downplaying it, and truly i could write like 10k on the subject myself hahah but we can cut it all down to the AWESOME rhack fan-creator community, and the sheer volume of fic I’ve taken in since 2015 xD 

If you want to try to see behind the curtain so to speak as a demonstration of what I mean, go read my very-first rhack fic Bad Habits and consciously-compare it with any of my more recent work (anything from the bottom of the Jack/Rhys section in my fic archive or anything else post-2015; I add works chronologically on tumblr according to pairing; ao3 should have dates) and notice the lack of scenery-descriptions, location-details, or anything else that we might today consider to be ‘standard’ fic details now. My earlier stuff is definitely lacking in depth (also WAY shorter… most shit i write is like 8k now for one ‘chapter’) and you can see that, while not having those details, it does not detract from the story (so me playing the games to do the thing wasn’t actually necessary, especially with all the fanart– fanartists are VERY emotive in their work and that says a LOT about a character). :)

There’s only so much you can do with written-word vs. a visual media to have someone imagine something the way you want, and you have to be able to choose what is important that you want them to focus on. I majored in radio, tv, and film officially, and I’m sure part of the way I work is due to that area of study and expertise (even tho my degree is useless AHAHAH i wish i wouldve majored in linguistics xD). I know how to screen-write in both tv and film format (which are VERY different and require different skill sets), I understand how to tell a story/engage an audience through a visual-media that has to start out in text-format (have to visualize my product and correctly translate that to text for my instructions to be correctly carried out in the way i imagined by a third-party) and also comprehend who my audience for the piece is, and what they can understand from a comprehension level (not calling anyone dumb by any means, but i do have to dumb-down language at work sometimes because no one knows what an ‘epiphany’ is for example, but they all know ‘Aha!-moment’ agh haha) :D But there are a LOT of ways to write characters/stories without ever personally knowing the source material. Basically i take a fuckton of variables into consideration before crapping out a self-indulgent fic BAHAHA XD

OOOH ALSO! i listened to compilations of Jack’s lines on youtube to understand his speech patterns/attitude a bit better, and I saw a few clips here and there from Tales to kind of comprehend the same for Rhys. Voice actors are a goddamn treasure and make writing easier than if the only source material was a book and not a movie/videogame :D So yeah. thats kind of my ‘secret’ idk xD

Anyone who wants to extensively write, I’d suggest reading as many fucking books as you can get your hands on to expose yourself to as many writing styles/backgrounds/settings/storytelling-ability, and basically emulate it, or mush it all into something your own xD I used to judge books by their covers in highschool and just grab whatever, read it overnight, return it and get something else. I’m thirsty for information and knowledge. If i were a dragon, words would be my hoard AHAHAH XD ive had too much caffeine again today and am rambling but thanks anon! :D this shit fun, and it goes to show you DONT need the direct-thing to jump into having fun :D

#poisonjack answers #id say the way i latched onto this fandom when Tales came out too was largely due to depression. I was 3yrs into my gov. contract then #and i really wanted to go home so i was escaping hardcore. And like anything else- practice is key. im at 1million+ words and 160+ fics. #it might just also be my brain too idk. I have a good mind for words and information. Lord willing this administration goes down in flames #and then im gonna apply to the CIA properly. What i do in terms of how i write fic is how our country keeps tabs on other countries #so yeah idk it could be a huge mush of things but i'd credit mostly everything to devouring books. It expanded my mind #ive also shot multiple music videos and hosted a tv show for a year as well so like thats a visual/written media as well so its weird #its not so far a stretch to do is i think what im getting at. I wasnt out of college very long before my job in japan either so idk #it all worked out whatever. we made a dent in the nielsen ratings back when we did the show in 2010 so i must be doing SOMETHING right xD

[ravenempress101]

He Knows Who I Am M | Hoseok *Requested*

Pairing : Yandere!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Horror!Yandere Stalker

Rating 18+ PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Warnings: knife play *if you squint*, blood, stabbing, cream pie, NON CON, cameras, heavy drug play, stalker vibes, a very fudged up Hoseok, sneaking into her personal belongings, using force, HARDCORE YANDERE THEME, Choking, blindfold, passing out, body fluids ,moans, screams, Hardcore oral receiving, smut

Authors note: this is a request i hope i did justice with this one hun thank you for requesting if you love what you see definitely fill my inbox with anything and everything and if you love the weeknd go listen to his FM album

“Ahhhh there she is, my love, oh how i missed your begin”

Y/n stepped into the frame of Hoseok's eyes in the sky. She strutted to her lotion bottle of Japanese cherry blossom and shook it upon her palm. Hoseok smirks at yourself on his computer screen, that was his favorite scent.Her fingers smooth circles on her soft shoulder and trailed down to her thighs a hiss fell from her lips from the massages that soaked up her ebony skin.

As an awe escape from the chestnut haired man, the towel collided with the floor.His eyelashes connected over your breasts, to your thick stomach and laced with your love handles, his darkened brown orbs trailed up your legs, your mahogany skin illuminated his world. A finger ran over the computer screen longing for him to touch your presence. Hoseok pants tighten under him the thought of you taking all of him has aroused his frame.

“I need your touch my doll, I want all of you, just the thought of me inside you fuck”

He boomed curses as soft moans filled his car. He scanned down at his jeans as a wet spot of white covered his length. y/n’s breasts perked from her shower and her love handles swayed to the kitchen.

“What are you doing sweetheart, bending down so nicely, i’ll fuck you everywhere in that house’

Hoseok fantasy clouded his mind. Only a few miles away from you, he wanted for you to submit all to him and he’s going to get you to. It’s not like he doesn’t know his place around. He would time when you step foot out of the house to your busy domestic work life. y/n’s car would shuffle out of the driveway, he would pick the lock and make his home in your living room. He wanted to be loved by such an ancient soul. While you're gone each room his hands will lay on the things that captivated your smell so perfectly.

Your scent flourished on your lingerie, most prized possession was your panties that laid in your top drawer, a color that filled his tenderness. His palm buried his nose with your silky fabric, his nostrils overwhelmed with your insides of frosted vanilla. He sighed at the site of his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was crazy but crazy for your love. His lips brushed against your lingerie, the eyelashes were black as a demon rolling to the back of his head.

“Oh my darling you smell so sweet, I can't wait to devour you”

The panties colliding with the floor as he rummage through your things. Hoseok only knew you took birth control.it’s like you didn’t really need it cause he would love for you to bear his seed for him. Dances happen in your room to the songs of your favorite band. Brown orbs landed on the poster, his blood boiled staring at the one you go crazy for, his fingers appeared with a middle digit and nose crunched up, he would make sure you scream his name once he has you trapped under him.

The kitchen is where his footprints led him. A leftover cheese pizza that your lips retrieved from the belly of hunger. The Colombian espresso in your preferred mug. His face laced with a smirk capturing a plastic bag and placing the pizza slice in the bag and then your mug in his palm as he turned it up to sip from where you stopped. It’s like he wanted to be you so he could force you to feel all the feelings he had for you.

The clink of the door erupted in the house as the mysterious psycho heard your footsteps in the hall he snuck out the back door before y/n could know about his obsession.

Clouds luminous across the sky. Changing from a pure white to a gloomy grey. The clouds grew bigger. As a crack came over the grey sky. A flash of light struck the clouds.hoseok in the car. The rain drops decorated his car. He scanned around at his tools he was going to use on yourself. His boxy smile appeared from your virtual figure climbing into your california king bed and your pink duvet covers flooded your thick frame. Y/n’s body shivered calmly and her orbs closed, her mouth hung open with snores and soft whimpers. Her chest rapidly rising and falling.hoseok orbs scanning your sleeping figure. He grabbed his black hood and placed it on his head as it hugged its frame. He slid out of his car and his sneakers tapped over to y/n’s bedroom window. He lifts it up and he steps into the frame of the window, his whole body in her bedroom and he closes the window.

His soft steps around your room. His dark chocolate eyelashes sneaked glimpses of your free from stress structure. Hoseok footsteps to yourself, he couldn’t believe this is going to happen to him making it a reality to have you for one night. The black blindfold from his pocket and tied it over your vision. Waving his palm over your incognito site, y/n paralyzed with slumber. A tune he hummed by your ear.

Y/n shifted her shape, breathing accelerated her deep sleep. A boom of his hand colliding with your table echoed and jolted yourself out of deep sleep. Y/n eyelashes open, from there her vision is absent of light. Her muzzle went dry from her head jerking from side to side. She panicked under the situation she woke from. Fear rushed in on her bones, trembling from the sound her throat closed up.

“W-wwhoo I-I-is there”

“I saw you last night….. you looked breathtaking sweetheart”

His stern voice made her structure break into a cold blooded sweat. She didn’t know the person in her room or the voice. The aroma he carried was familiar to her from around the house after she came home.

“Please whoesever t-t-there why can’t I-I-I see”

Hoseok devilish smirk from ear to ear from your innocent being. Like a lion hunting its prey he was satisfied seeing you sprawled out in fear at just him being in the room he pinched his forearm and a gasp from his lips at his reality that he created. Footsteps echoed the man closing the distance in on you. Hoseok ringed fingers in your sweaty hair, absorbing the crown into a fist and he guided your head to his rosey cheek. His lips seeped of nectar and onto your soft cheeks.y/n hissed at the icy saliva from his lips, her nervousness got the best of her as her forehead dripped with wetness.

“I can’t believe i have you in my arms touching you, feeling every part of your body”

The rogue of him shook y/n to her core. If y/n saw the devil it would be him that has her in for his special torture and pleasure. y/n synthesized her legs gaining confidence from his hold, her palm on his has she tries to break free. His hands release as your head collides with the pillow, hoseok captures her waist and squeezes tightly. He seized the syringe from his pocket, his teeth bit the top and he blew the top and collided with the floor exposing an enormous metal needle. Plunging it into your neck, y/n screamed from the pinch as his thumb releases the substance into your bloodstream. Hoseok releases your begin, y/n starts her heels to the floor to run, her bottom half numb as she stumbled on the floor. y/n’s claws into the floorboards crawling away from hoseok. The drugs seeped through her body as she moved, burning sensations flared up and her yells filled the room.

Y/n’s heartbeat sped up was the only thing that was harken. Hoseok stepped near her dazed body, his tattooed palm around her neck. Your breath hitched from the pressure enclosing on the shaft of your throat. He lifted her by her throat and smashed yourself on the wall. y/n and hoseok eye to blindfold contact. y/n trembling fingers on his wrist hoseok strained all his body weight on your petite cervix. Short breaths performed on her frame, your lungs collapsing with every suffocating breath that hits you. hoseok trailed his gaze over your fragile begin.He could snap you in Half if he wanted to but he wanted to do more before he broke you.

“I’ll clip those pretty little wings if it’ll mean you wont try to fly away from me, ah my love your so sweet”

“N-n-no please leave me alone, i promise if you leave I won’t tell no one please i’ll give you money please”

“Gosh I don’t want your money, i want to be in your skin but your body underneath me would have to do”

Clenching his jaw, he lifts you up by your neck and chucks your body on the bedspread. Her legs guide her to the headboard. His hand extended to your ankle tightening. Yanking your body down to him his enormous built towered over you. His fingers grazing over the bump in his pocket. The coldness of the metal shook your confidence as a tear slipped from the rim of your eye and soaked into the blindfold. Her nipples manifest through her sleep shirt. Has his tongue graze over his bottom lip licking of excitement at the arousal of the piercing blade on your flesh. The blade penetrating over the outline of the nipple. A strangled moan manifested in the atmosphere from her betraying begin.

“The sounds you make I want to hear it forever and always”

Hoseok blade slipped underneath your shirt. He craved tiny cuts in your outfit and your shirt in half. Y/n’s bra manifest from the cutting he did. His chocolate doe orbs grew with his lust that fulfilled his thoughts. Your body shape was like a harp that his fingers strung perfectly. He knew he loved who he picked from being outside of your job all those tired days.

Then his calloused fingers in your locks of hair the blade in his other hand. He sliced the end of your hair and yanked it from your root. He bought your strands to his nostrils and his inhale of vanilla bean overtook his appearance. His eyes close as your scent washed over him. Goosebumps decorated his skin. He loved how your scent made him high. Winces made him knock out of his fantasy. Her sweat seeped through her blindfold, her jaw clenched from the headache he gave her. The blindfold wet her broken orbs uncovering from the shield. Seeing the porcelain man above her and his deranged look spreaded fear through her veins. His eyebrows furrowed in satisfaction. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Ahhh look at those eyes so full of life, if you don’t do as I say I will make them lifeless and had them to my collection”

“Oh god p-p-please don’t k-kill me”

“I won’t if you behave”

The knife trails down to your imprint. The point of the knife penetrates the hem of your pantie as he lifts the fabric breaks and pieces of your clothing his mouth quivered at your bud being exposed. Y/n hyperventilate from the cold air hitting her forbidden flower. His orbs glimpses to your drenched entrance, your betrayed arousal like a siren for his mouth. His face inches away from your pussy. Hoseok's strawberry lips parts from his shaky breath from your bud. Y/n’s breath hitch in the back of her throat, his eyes on your fidgety frame. As his palm raises it comes back down on your stomach with a slap echoes off of you. Y/n shrieks in pain.

“ stop moving, I want to make you feel good with every inch”

“No please I don’t want this please sir”

Hoseok heart shapes on your sensitive clit stroking with airy kisses. Y/n felt the warmth sensation of his mouth. A feeling she didn’t want to come to terms with. Her stomach churned from his kissing building rougher and sloppier.Than his tongue passed his bottom lip and he parted your drenched folds as he kitten licks inside you.Y/n groaned from his dominance performing on her.y/n arched her back at his heated tongue refreshing your sensitive spot.Then he dives his tongue inside yourself as he wiggled sending for your high.Y/n’s refusals danced as moans that he love like a symphony.Once y/n was slurring her no’s he knew you were close and he ejected his tongue an placed a soft peck on your clit.

Y/n’s breath steady from his tongue out of her. She sighed in relief.He licked your juices from his plump lips and then y/n heard a soft buzz in the distance.Hoseok had a rose bud in his hand and y/n’s legs closed shut from the buzzing sound her head shook everywhere in protest.

“No please don’t do this to me stop your hurting me”

“You look so ethereal when you beg for mercy, babygirl you should know I give no one mercy”

The vibrating got closer to y/n as his palms on your knee forcing your legs apart, the vibrations on your inner thigh. Y/n clenched her bottom jaw from the vibrating toy. Your mind wondering to what you ate to fill the focus on your high spilling out of yourself from the monster above you. He loved when you clenched your eyes close in terror his excitment at the darkening horror taking over.

The waves of vibrations to your clit and the toy inside yourself as the rose bud attached itself inside. The vibrations from her core washed over her thighs and to her whole frame. Y/n moans and short circuits of her body made his eyes smile with anticipation for her. He loved playing with his toys and getting to use them on you made it worth wild. He watched the rose bud penetrate the innocence out of you. Robes of her arousal leaked from her filled entrance and droplets from her thigh were overstimulated.

“Mhmmm such a pretty toy for a pretty doll herself the tears that spill from your eyes I want to frame it with the picture I take of you in my room”

“Ahhhh nooahh pleasmmhm I can’t take anymore”

Hoseok apprends his phone out of his pocket and pressed the red button to record. When the light flashes on her being ruined. Y/n cries his name, her saliva on the side of her mouth her pupils dilated from her euphoria mixed with high laced drugs. His rough skinned on your cheeks and hoseok enclosed on your face. Your plump lips puckered as his strawberry ones on your ebonies. His camera covers all the angles of your overstimulation. Your body displayed his sick pleasure. Your pain on camera. It would always be added to his collection with your naked shower pictures and your private masterbations.

“Please stop recording me, I don’t deserve this leave me a-a-lone”

Y/n stuttering out the last of her words. Hoseok held his cutting tool. He trailed the shiney point along your bottom lip. Your mouth met the cold blade. He pushed it in and punctured your tongue with a small womb manifesting. The metallic taste of your blood as the womb bleeds more and into your bottom lip. Y/n screamed,her womb opened and her blood spilled out onto her chin. He erupted in laughter at the red substance from your body.

“Awee hun you know the red of your blood makes it so inviting it compliments the fear you show me”

Hoseok intertwined his heart shapes on yours and his lips kissed the side of your mouth as a bloody print was left. the metallic of your blood became so welcoming for him. He loved how sweet it became on his bottom lip. He licked the remaining off his lips and then his fingers on his way to his belt.

The clink of his belt filled the air and y/n’s ears perked up from his pants sliding down.

W-w-what are you about to do”

“Ahh darling, you’ll see you’ll love the surprise from me”

When his boxers collided with the floor his length sprung free. Precum dripped down his shaft. Hoseok's fingers ran along him as he was covered in his own wetness. lining himself at your forbidden entrance. Hoseok shoving his member and splitting your folds open in the process. Y/n half muttered curses from her ebony lips.the pain of his enormous size in and out of her. The bottom half shot of pain with every jab picking up pace. Hoseok's swollen member inside you penetrates every inch of you. Y/n’s high pitch screams from his abuse.

Mhmm ah ah ahh oh my god w-w-hy Mhmm”

“Don’t speak baby I know I know you can’t talk properly it’s just a side effect of the drug”

Y/n’s legs on each side of his torso from the overwhelming thrusting he did on her. His thrusts are beastly and sharp. The drugs that flowed through your system clenched around him in a sluggish manner. Hoseok lifted up and tossed you around and then he slammed back into your hole. your back on his chest he kissed your neck leaving red and blue flesh wombs. y/n’s moans becoming whispers from the overwhelming screaming.Her voice gives out from the struggle of a ruthless man.

Awweee you can’t scream no more good you’re only seconds away from passing out thank you for giving me what's mine princess”

Y/n bounced up and down from the sharpness he held. Her hands in front of her gripping for dear life and her body shaking fast his digging furious y/n contracted as her orgasm was being pulled out of her. Her ears clouded with the wet sounds of his pounding. Your body quaked at his hits, your orbs to the back of your head, the white pupils appearing through, your body heated up at the temperature of your sweat filled body. The drugs gave themselves out and from your breath being slowed and lightheadedness took over. Your eyes dotted with spots of darkness as hoseok kept digging in yourself as y/n fell from lack of firmness on to him her mouth hung open as her body froze from him. He was still jolting in y/n his robes of his sticky substance in yourself.

“Aweee she stopped breathing what a wonderful site”

He tossed you back on the bed, your body paralyzed from the abuse that he calls love. the ruthless entercourse of him. He captures your necklace “y/n” and yanks it as it strikes his claw, his heinous orbs run over the necklace. A wink appeared on his eyelash from what he wanted and got.

smirking at the piece of his work he conjured, whispering to himself

“Sweet dreams i’ll be back for you my y/n”

His boot prints over to your bloody worn out figure, his lips on your forehead with a peck and y/n shivered from his wintery kiss.The night from him and the torment from your new sanity.

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[chibi-chanforever]

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever. 

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou​, @murdereddaydreams​ and @vanille--kiss​ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment,  he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place. 

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.  

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little  kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.  

���Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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[lorenfangor]

I heard that #40 was super homophobic :/ so I skipped it. But now your fic is making me want to give it a try. How problematic is it? Are the characters worth it?

Okay.

Okay.

Let’s talk about #40.

The plot of The Other (a Marco POV) is that Marco sees an Andalite on a video tape sent in to some Unsolved Mysteries-esque TV show, and he assumes it’s Ax and hauls ass to save him from being captured. Ax, being Ax, has videotaped the show, and they pull it up and Tobias uses his hawk eyes to figure out that it’s not Ax, it’s another Andalite - one without a tailblade. Ax is appalled at the presence of this vecol (an Andalite word for a disabled person) and we find out that he and others of his species have deep ingrained prejudices against at least some kinds of disabled people.

Despite this, Marco and Ax go looking for the Andalite in question because he’s been spotted by national TV, and they meet a second one, named Gafinilan-Estrif-Valad. The vecol is Mertil-Iscar-Elmand, a former fighter pilot with a reputation and Gafinilan’s coded-gay life partner. The two of them have been on Earth since book 1; they crashed their fighters on the planet and have been trapped there thanks to the GalaxyTree going down. Gafinilan has adopted a human cover, a physics professor, and they’ve been living in secret ever since.

Thanks to that tape, Mertil has been captured by Visser Three, and he’s not morph-capable so he can’t escape. Gafinilan wants to trade the leader of the “Andalite Bandits” to the Yeerks to get his boyfriend back; he can’t fight to free Mertil because he’s terminally ill with a genetic disorder that will eventually kill him, and (it’s implied that) the Yeerks aren’t interested in disabled hosts, even disabled Andalite ones. Despite Ax’s ableism, the Animorphs agree to work with Gafinilan and free Mertil, and they’re successful. Marco ends the book talking about how there are all kinds of prejudices you’ll have to face and boxes that people will put you in, and you can’t necessarily escape them even if they’re reductive and inaccurate, but you can still live your life with pride.

So now that I’ve explained the plot, I’m gonna come out the gate saying that I love this book. I love it wholeheartedly, I love Marco’s narration, I love Ax having to deal with Andalite society’s ableism, I love these characters, and as a disabled lesbian I don’t find these disabled gays to be inherently Bad Rep.

that’s of course just my opinion and it doesn’t overshadow other issues that people might have? but at the same time, I don’t like the seemingly-common narrative that this book is all bad all the time, and I want to offer up a different read.To that end, I’m going to go point by point through some of the criticisms and common complaints that I’ve seen across the fandom over the years.

“Mertil and Gafinilan were put on a bus after one appearance because they were gay!”

this is one I’m going to have to disagree with hardcore. I talked about this yesterday, but in Animorphs there are a lot of characters or ideas that only get introduced once or twice and then get written off or dropped - in order off the top of my head, #11 (the Amazon trip), #16 (Fenestre and his cannibalism), #17 (the oatmeal), #18 (the hint of Yeerks doing genetic experiments in the hospital basement), #24/#39/#42 (the Helmacrons’ ability to detect morphing tech), #25 (the Venber), #28 (experiments with limiting brain function through drugs), #34 (the Hork-Bajir homeworld being retaken, the Ixcila procedure), #36 (the Nartec), #41 (Jake’s Bad Future Dream), and #44 (the Aboriginal people Cassie meets in Australia) all feature things that either seem to exist just for the sake of having a particular trope explored Animorphs-style or to feature an idea for One Single Book.

This is a series that’s episodic and has a very limited overall story arc because of how children’s literature in the 90s was structured - these books are closer to The Saddle Club, Sweet Valley High, Animal Ark, or The Baby-Sitters’ Club than they are to Harry Potter or A Series of Unfortunate Events. Mertil and Gafinilan don’t get to be in more than one book because they’re not established in the main cast or the supporting cast, I don’t think that it’s solely got anything to do with their being gay.

“Gafinilan has AIDS, this is a book about AIDS, and that’s homophobic!”

Okay, this is… hard. First, yes, Gafinilan does have a terminal illness. Yes, Gafinilan is gay. No, Soola’s Disease is not AIDS.

I have two responses to this, and I’ll attack them in order of their occurrence in my thought. First, there’s coded AIDS diseases all over genre fiction, especially genre fiction from that era, because the AIDS epidemic made a massive impact on public life and fundamentally changed both how the public perceived illness and queerness and how queer people themselves experienced it. I was too young to live through it, but my dad’s college roommate was out, and my dad himself has a lot of friends who he just ceases to talk about if the conversation gets past 1986 or so - this was devastating and it got examined in art for more reasons than “gay people all have AIDS”, and I dislike the implication that the only reason it could ever appear was as a tired stereotype or a message that Being Queer Means Death. Gafinilan is kind, fond of flowers, and fond of children - he’s multifaceted, and he’s got a terminal illness. Those kinds of people really exist, and they aren’t Bad Rep.

Second off, Soola’s Disease? Really isn’t AIDS. It’s a congenital genetic illness that develops over time, cannot be transmitted, and does not carry a serious stigma the way AIDS did. Gafinilan also has access to a cure - he could become a nothlit and no longer be afflicted by it, even if it’s considered somewhat dishonorable to go nothlit to escape that way. That’s not AIDS, and in fact at no point in my read and rereads did I assume that his having a terminal illness was supposed to be a commentary on homosexuality until I found out that other people were assuming it.

“Mertil losing his tail means he’s lost his masculinity, and that’s bad because he’s gay! That’s homophobic!”

so this is another one I’ve gotta hardcore disagree with, because while Mertil is one of two Very Obviously Queer Characters, he’s not the only character who loses something fundamental about himself, or even loses access to sexual and/or romantic capability in ways he was familiar with.

Tobias and Arbron both get ripped out of their ordinary normal lives by going nothlit in bad situations, and while they both wind up finding fulfillment and freedom despite that, it’s still traumatic, even more for Arbron I’d say than for Tobias. And on a psychological level, none of the main cast is left unmarked or free of trauma or free of deep change thanks to the bad things that have happened to them - they’re no less fundamentally altered than Mertil, even if it’s mental rather than physical. And yes, tail loss is equated with castration or emasculation, but that doesn’t automatically mean Mertil suffering it is tied to his homosexuality and therefore the takeaway we’re intended to have is “Being gay is tragic and makes you less of a man”. This is a series where bad shit happens to everyone, and enduring losses that take away things central to one’s self-conception or identity or body is just part of the story.

Also, frankly? Plenty of IRL disabled people have to grapple with a loss of sexual function, and again, they’re not Bad Rep just because they’re messy.

“Andalite society is confusingly written in this book, and the disability aspects are clearly just a coverup for the gay stuff!”

Andalite society is canonically sexist, a bit exceptionalist and prejudiced in their own favor, and pretty contradictory and often challenged internally on its own norms. In essence, it’s a pretty ordinary society, and they’re really realistic as sci-fi races go. It makes sense from that perspective that Andalites would tolerate scarring or a lost stalk eye or a lost skull eye, but not tolerate serious injuries that significantly impact your perceived quality of life. Ableism is like that - it’s not one-size-fits-all. I look at Ax’s reactions and I see a lot of my own family and friends’ behaviors - this vibes with my understanding of prejudice, you know?

“Mertil and Gafinilan have a tragic ending, which means the story is saying that being gay dooms you to tragedy!”

Mertil and Gafinilan have the best possible ending that they could ask for? They are victims of the war, they are suffering because of the war, they get the same cocktail of trauma and damage that every other soldier gets. But unlike Jake and Tobias and Marco, unlike Elfangor, unlike Aximili? Their ending comes in peace, in their own home. Gafinilan isn’t dying alone, he’s got the love of his life with him. Mertil isn’t going to be as isolated anymore, he’s got Marco for a friend. Animorphs is a tragedy, it’s not a happy story, it’s not something that guarantees a beautiful sunshine-and-roses ending for everyone, and I love tragedy, and so I will fight for this story. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it deserved better. But it’s not less meaningful just because it’s sad. Nobody is entitled to anything in this book, and it’s just as true for these two as it is for anyone else.

“It’s not cool that the only canonically gay characters in this series don’t get to be happy and trauma-free and unblemished Good Rep!”

This is one I can kind of understand, and I’ll give some ground to it, because it is sucky. The only thing I’ll say is that I stand by my argument that nothing that happens to Mertil and Gafinilan is unusual compared to what happens to the rest of the cast, and that their ending is way happier than Rachel and Tobias’s, or Jake and Cassie’s. But it’s a legitimate point of frustration, and the one argument I’ll say I agree has validity.

(Though, I also want to point out that I think there are plenty of equally queercoded characters in the story who aren’t Mertil and Gafinilan - Tobias, Rachel, Cassie, and Marco all get at least one or two moments that signal to me that they’re potentially LGBT+, not to mention Mr. Tidwell and Illim in #29 and their long-term domestic partnership. There’s no reason to assume that the only queer people here are those two aliens when Marco’s descriptions of Jake exist.)

“Marco uses slurs and reduces Gafinilan’s whole identity to his illness!”

Technically, yes, this is true, except putting it that way strips the whole passage of its context. Marco is discussing the boxes society puts you into, the ones you don’t have a choice about facing or escaping. He’s talking about negative stereotypes and reductive generalizations, he’s referring to them as bad things that you get inflicted upon you by an outside world or by friends who don’t know the whole story or the real you. The slurs he uses are real slurs that get thrown at people still, and they’re not okay, and the point is that they’re not okay but assholes are going to call you by them anyway. He ends by saying “you just have to learn to live with it”, and since this is coming from a fifteen-year-old Latino kid who we know is picked on by bullies for all sorts of reasons and who faces racism and homophobia? He knows what he’s talking about. He’s bitter about what’s been said and done, he’s not stating it like it’s a good thing.

Yes, absolutely, this speech is a product of its time, but it’s a product of its time that speaks of defiance and says “We aren’t what we’re said to be,” and in the year this was published? That’s a good message.

tl;dr The Other is good, actually, and Mertil and Gafinilan are incredible characters who deserve all the love they could possibly get.

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[duck-that-does-stuff]

The following was my 1 am brain rot at its finest, so sorry if it doesnt make any sense:

Grian MC = Grian Minecraft

Ph1lza = Ph1lza Minecraft

Both have a bird father fannon thing going on.

Anyone up for a brother au?

I mean, it could work. Imagine it for a second with me. Grian and Phil are brothers, but they've been split up. Grian being in evo, and Phil being in whatever hardcore world he's in. Neither know where the other is at the moment, but they send letters to eachother through they're own respective birds. Parrots and Crows. Until, Grian eventually stops sending letters. Phil gets worried, but cant do anything about it because he has no idea where his brother is, so he pushes it to the back of his mind. Grian on the other hand is with the watchers and things go on.

Phil eventually becomes immortal through Mumza, and maybe after a few centuries, Phil comes across an old box in his house. An old box that's filled with Grian's letters and realization hits him. Grian would probably be dead by now. Phil doesnt know he's immortal through the watchers, so hes probably dead, right? It has been centuries after all.

Fast forward some time, and let's say that Phil has Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy now. Sometimes Phil will off handedly mention someone but neither Wilbur or Techno ever get the name of the person, while Tomny is still to young to really understand. Whenever Will and Techno try to ask who Phil was talking about, he would always say he would tell them later. Unfortunately, "later" means something a lot different when your father is an immortal angel of death.

One time, Wilbur just got fed up with Phil saying "later" and decided to push his father a bit harder on who "he" was that Phil would mumble and mention to himself. Phil thought about it for a second before deciding that now would be better then not, so he sits them all down, and explains that they have an uncle. One who had a tendency for building, pranks, and TNT.

Phil spent that afternoon just talking about what he remembered from Grian, and all three boys start to eventually idolize him in some way.

Tommy liked his pranks and chaos while Techno liked his "one man empire" thing, and found it more as a sign of strength rather then failure. Meanwhile, Wilbur just started to idolize his uncle and saw his story as poetic. He decided that he wanted to write a story for himself that was maybe even more so.

Grian had been stuck with the watcher for a long time now. And even though it was nice, it was also quite boring. With only being able to watch people, and play small pranks occasionally. Grian wanted to get away from the ender god like beings and start his life again. He missed his friends, and being able to play pranks on them. He missed being able to build large scale and beautiful homes. And Grian missed writting to Phil. He hadnt seen his brother in so long, but there was nothing he could do about it. The watcher were always watching, and that included him aswell. Grian would have to be sneaky if he wanted to get out, and his plan for escape was just that. Now, it was just a waiting game for the perfect time to leave.

Phil went on to mention Grian every once in a while, and rumor started to pick up on "the one the angel of death talks of." Nobody knew who he was talking about, and the normal folks were much more scared to ask rather then Phil's own kids. From what the people heard though, it sounded almost like an evil counterpart. One who brings beautiful things, only to destroy them later. One who laughs at the misfortune that he brings. People started to call the other "Redza" with a rumor coming around that his clothes were stained with blood of the lives he ruined.

Grian made it out. He didnt know where he was, but he was out. He was finally out of the end. Grian looked up, and the first time in decades, centuries, Grian saw the sky again. Oh, it was so beautiful and colorful, rather then that dark, wide void he had to look at for so long. Grian smiled as he wanted to get closer. He wanted to fly again. The watchers were gods, who didnt need pitiful wings. They would just float or teleport around, so whenever Grian expressed his want to fly, it was mocked by everyone who was around. The watchers thought that flying was all too much work, and never understood the feeling Grian got whenever he tried to express his love for it. Now that Grian was out of that hell, he could...he could....fly again?

Grian jumped and jumped and jumped again, like from muscle memory he tried to recall, but nothing was coming to him. His smile was drained from his face as he tried to push off the ground to get somewhere. Anywhere. But nothing happened. Grian fell to his knees, and then his stomach as he wanted to fly again so badly, but just couldnt. What had happened as he left? He swore he still had his wings. He...still had his wings, right?

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Fuck this got way too much out of control. I just started writting and then couldnt stop and now we're here. I was having 1 am brain rot last night, and I didn't think it would amount to THIS. Anyway, sorry for the surprise fan fiction. I suck at grammar, you dont have to tell me. Continue this if you feel like it, I dont mind. The rest of this basically amounts to :

"Grian's in hermitcraft"

"chicken --> parrot ---> dragon"

" reunite during mcc pride and Grian figures out he had nephews."

If people can add yhs into this, go ahead, I've just never watched the series before. I'm taking my leave now before this consumes my day, and this post becomes longer then a book. Remember your water, meds, and food and have a nice night.

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