#because while he is eternally grateful that a child does not have to know what it is to be pinned down

[nerdpoe]

The Justice League has been working to dismantle the GIW for awhile, and finally found enough evidence to get them shut down.

Superman is picked to be involved with the dismantling of the base, and equipped with some sort of strange watch bought from a family-run ghost hunting business in Illinois. Apparently, the thing prevents him from being possessed.

He has, of course, ordered fifteen of the things.

Being possessed and used to hurt his friends and family has and always will be one of his worst fears.

As they circle the base, hidden and in groups, waiting for Cyborg to bypass security-Cyborg pauses.

They have someone.

A small-town hero, Phantom. They have him strapped to an operating table, and they're literally about to start carving into him.

Superman sees red.

Inside the base, Danny's waiting for the GIW thugs to start cutting into his duplicate so he can record it and get evidence to the Justice League, so that they know these guys are really fucked up.

He isn't expecting the ceiling to suddenly go missing.

He really isn't expecting to see a spectacularly pissed off Superman start towards the GIW agents while Martian Manhunter (calm down fenton don't be a nerd don't geek out omgomgomgomggggg) himself frees the duplicate.

Then Martian Manhunter pauses.

Looks at Danny.

Danny wills himself onto the visible spectrum and allows the duplicate to dissipate.

Unfortunately, in his effort to not sound starstruck, he just sounds pissed.

"Oh, so now you show up? In the middle of my sting operation?"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #great news this outburst calms down clark #because “MY sting operation” was not something he was expecting to hear #j'onn on the other hand #he is not calming down #because while he is eternally grateful that a child does not have to know what it is to be pinned down #and experimented on #he can still read the GIW agents minds #and everything they were planning to do #so yea #j'onn is still very VERY pissed

[wri0thesley]

home - hawks x reader (6.7k)

you miss him when he's not here.

cw: not sfw. reader is afab but no gendered language is used. chubby reader, insecurities mentioned. established relationship. possessive hawks. blood, injury (mild). cunnilingus, scratching, biting, multiple orgasms.

this was a commissioned work.

There are drawbacks to being a Pro Hero’s partner.

Oh, there are some positives, too - the nice things that you get sent, sometimes, in the hopes that you’ll post them on social media and the business in question will get some extra footfall from being papped on the significant other of the more popular Pro Heroes (putting aside the occasional frustration of paparazzi always tailing you, the free clothes and free tech and free gear and free meals are very nice). The fact that Keigo has a sizable fortune that he mainly uses to make sure that you and he have the best life he can provide. The swell of pride that rises in your chest when you think about him, and all of the lives he has saved, all of the people who are grateful for him. 

The sunshine in Keigo’s face, too, when a small child tells him how much they look up to him - how they want to be just like him. The money that is funneled back by Keigo into charitable institutions for children. The fact that you’re doing a small part of good in the world despite your reasonably useless quirk (making flowers bloom at a touch is only useful when the flowers are not yet in season, after all - it’s a quirk that you can use maybe three months out of the year, and you’ve noticed flowers don’t seem to last any longer just because you’ve grazed them with your fingertips) by making Keigo happy, the way he deserves to be. 

But there are plenty of negatives. 

Those same paparazzi who sell photographs of you and Keigo to gossip magazines and comment on your appearance, your hair if it’s messy, your figure that you’re already not all that confident in. The online gossip-mongers who spend their time bemoaning how much of a better fit they’d be for a man like Keigo, if he’d just stop ‘pitying’ you enough to date you. 

The nights you spend stroking Keigo’s hair as he buries his head in your neck and all of the ugliest parts of his job fall out of his mouth; the fear of being a pawn for the HPSC for the rest of his life, the things he’s asked to do that remain secret except in whispered gasps into your ear, his hands clinging to you so tightly you think about talons puncturing your skin. The long, long nights when he’s out doing hero work and you fear that he may never come back to you. The way time stretches interminably on when he says he’ll be gone for a little while and you don’t know if it will be days or weeks or months. 

You wouldn’t trade anything for him. Keigo makes you feel seen and beautiful and loved and cherished in a way no other person could ever compare to. You get butterflies when he smiles at you. You cannot imagine a life in which you did not find each other, somehow. 

But tonight, your bed in Keigo’s penthouse (big glass windows, so he can feel like he’s flying - a huge bed, with room for his wings) is empty and cold. You wear a too-big ‘Hawks’s Baby Bird’ nightshirt that falls down to your knees, a gag gift from one of your friends who is a member of your boyfriend’s fan club. The little cartoon depiction of him is not enough to make you feel as though he is there with you.

Tonight feels like one of those nights that might last forever.

You roll over in the bed uncomfortably, legs tangling in cool sheets that you wish were warmed by your partner. The space seems to stretch on for an eternity without Keigo’s wings there for you to good-naturedly grouse about as he laughs and pulls you in even closer. 

You think not hearing anything might be the worst. 

You know what he does is important, you know that he doesn’t always tell you where he’s going because he’s worried about you - you know that being shrouded in secrecy is better for both of you. But not knowing where he is or who he’s with or what he’s doing makes all kinds of worrying scenarios play out in your head as you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if the last time you kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful (and he looked at you with all of the love in the world lighting his gold eyes, his gaze saying far more than his easy laugh and his promise he would come back) would be the last time. 

Ugh. You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. 

Maybe you should try making yourself a hot drink; distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around your mind and the loneliness that’s eating at your edges. That sounds nice. You swing your legs over the side of the comically oversized mattress, the soft hem of your nightshirt riding high on your thighs - and then you hear a familiar sound, and your heart feels like it swells to double its size in your chest. 

You quickly walk from the bedroom into the lounge, following the sound of beating wings and displaced air and something clinking against glass. There, on the balcony outside, stands Keigo - still in his hero costume, red wings in the process of being tucked behind him, keys tinkling in his hand. 

Through the window, he catches sight of you - and his smile is so wide it could split his face in two, eyes crinkling at the edges. He fumbles even quicker with the keys, eager to get inside and back to you - and you walk across the room, your feet warm on the cold tiled floor, to meet him.

Up close, you can see that the night has not been kind to him. 

Despite the smile that lights up his eyes and transforms his face, there are grazes all over his face; a rip in his hero costume at the sleeve, where he’s bleeding a little. His wings seem fine, but high on the left wing the feathers are bent out of shape and uneven as if he narrowly avoided trapping it somewhere. Your stomach drops somewhere in the region of your feet - and then, Keigo is through the window and it’s clinking closed behind him and you are embraced by all of him, all red feathers and fur jacket and arms wrapping so tightly around you that you can barely breathe. 

“Keigo,” your voice comes out in a choked squeak. “Keigo, you’re hurt--!”

“I’m so glad to see you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his normally light tone heavy with emotion. “I missed you so so much. I . . . I thought I might not see you ever again--”

His gloved hands cling to your generous hips, squishing into the soft flesh there, dragging you against him. He noses against your neck, breathing in your scent, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real and true and there. 

“Let me look at your injuries--” You try to say, but Keigo instead pulls you into a searing kiss that makes your knees feel weak. Despite his relatively small stature - compared to most other Pros, anyway - he trains long and hard, and he pulls you into him as if you weigh nothing at all, the softness of your curves and pudge not presenting the smallest of problems. His mouth is hot and beseeching against yours; this is a kiss that says ‘I am alive, and I thought I wouldn’t be’. Fear is still rolling hot through your stomach, but it’s hard not to melt into him when he knows every spot of your mouth and every nerve of your lips as well as he knows his own. His teeth nip needily at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him - let his tongue mark you out as his, sliding across that spot behind your front teeth that makes you full-body shiver in his arms. 

It doesn’t seem to matter to him that the two of you are in full view of the windows (not that any paparazzi would be fool enough to try and photograph from here, after the last time) - all that matters is that the two of you are entwined, that Keigo is there and you are there. His hands slide down your hips to knead at the soft globes of your ass, a motion that’s meant to be teasing but instead simply feels desperate.

You break apart from him with a gasp, your heart beating frantically against your ribcage.

“Keigo,” you say, hoping you sound more sure of yourself than you feel. “I need to clean your w-wounds.”

He looks at you all half-lidded and wanting, his mouth swollen from the kiss - actually, you don’t think his gaze has strayed from you once since he first laid eyes on you. 

“I needed to kiss you,” he says to you, and he cracks a small smile that doesn’t quite mask the wildness in his eyes. “I needed to remember exactly what you were like. Remind myself you were mine, birdie.” 

“The kiss could have waited,” you say, exhaling in a way that’s part laugh and part exhaustion. “You’re hurt.”

One gloved hand raises to your face; his thumb strokes over your cheek. The smile on his face is so sad and so wanting that it makes you ache. 

“I could never wait to kiss you,” he says. “Not a second longer than I have to.”

You tug gently on his sleeve; there’s dirt all over the tan fabric. You wonder what happened to him on this mission, but you don’t ask - Keigo never wants you to have to worry about things. He keeps you as safe as he can - makes sure you can work from home, insists that if he can’t go shopping with you groceries are delivered . . . on another person, it might be suffocating. But on Keigo . . . 

He hasn’t told you much about his life pre-Wing Hero: Hawks. Still, he has told you more than almost anybody else in the whole world knows, and you understand why he clings to the vestiges of a home he’s managed to build around himself. It’s hard not to be flattered that he considers you home - and you, in return, feel exactly the same way about him. 

“Come on,” you say to him, a little more forcefully this time, and you give him a gentle smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s worrying you too much. “Let me clean these scratches and get your uniform off, and I promise you can kiss me as much as you like for as long as you like.”

He lets out a soft laugh but lets himself be tugged across the room anyway. 

“My uniform off?” He asks, lightly teasing, the edge of desperation slowly ebbing away now that he is with you and knows you are safe. “Why, birdie, you’ve only gotta ask! Little forward, but I’m not gonna complain--”

You roll your eyes at him, but laugh all the same, as the two of you enter the kitchen and you bully him lovingly into taking a seat on one of the stools by the long breakfast bar. You reach up onto your toes to reach the first-aid kit kept in one of the high kitchen cupboards, feeling the hem of your shirt rise up to reveal the thin red satin underwear you wore to bed--

“Are those Hawks brand, too?” Keigo asks. You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the shit-eating grin that’s painted itself over his face. “Look, I know you want me to stay still whilst you tend lovingly to me, but you’re making this really difficult--”

“Shh,” you tell him, turning around with the little metal tin tucked beneath your arm. “You’re just trying to get out of the antiseptic swabbing, aren’t you?”

It takes you by surprise how quickly he’s shed his garments. You suppose that speed is his greatest asset, but still - you’d heard only a little rustling, and yet Keigo is suddenly sat behind you totally shirtless with his uniform discarded on the stool beside him. You can see almost all of him; the lean muscles of his pectorals, dotted with old scars - the corded forearms, the surprisingly strong hands . . .

You’re grateful to see that the wounds and scratches are only surface-level. They’ll need cleaning and bandaging up a little, but that’s all - he’s not at risk of any infections, doesn’t need to go see any healers or hospital workers. You’re glad - you don’t want him to be out of your sight for any longer than he has to be now that you finally have him back for a while. 

You cough as you rifle through the medical kit for anti-bacterial wipes, feeling your face heat up at his proximity and his nakedness. Keigo laughs softly, angling his body closer to you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says to you, his voice low and soft. “C’mon. See something you like?”

“Could you stop flirting for one second?” You ask him, as you wipe over one of the nasty grazes on his arm - you don’t think you could look into those golden eyes right now without falling into them like molten pools. “I need to get this cleaned up.”

“You’d be flirting if the prettiest thing in the whole world was touching your naked body,” Keigo says to you, reasonably; and he laughs again when you fumble with the bandage you’re trying to affix to the spot in question. “C’mon. You’re even wearing my merch! How’m I supposed to just sit here and let you look after me when I’m thinking about pinning you to the breakfast bar and having my wicked way with you, huh?”

“Have your wicked way with me when I’m done,” you tell him, and now you have no choice but to turn your hand to the grazes on his cheek - and looking at Keigo’s pretty face takes your breath away in the same way it always does. His eyes are liquid gold, burning you as you gently wipe the blood from his sharp cheekbones. At the touch of your fingers on his face, he takes a sharp intake of breath - and one strong hand lands on the outside of your thigh, thumb pressing softly into the skin there. Your own breath stutters in your chest. 

There’s a bloom of heat low in your core, to be looked at like that. Possession and adoration and hunger all mixed up in his gaze, your own body screaming at you that Keigo wants you and you want him and everything else should be thrown to the wayside in pursuit of the pleasure the two of you are clearly longing for. 

He breathes out after a moment that feels like it lasts a week, and his voice has dropped a semitone into something rich and low and starving hungry. 

“You’re nearly done now, right?” He asks, swallowing, the bob in his throat visible. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself.”

You do not break eye contact as you drop the gauze, as you close the lid of the first-aid kit. 

“I’d think a Pro Hero would have more control,” you say to him breathily. “Stop yourself from doing what, exactly?”

He smiles up at you with a wickedness that makes you weak at the knees, and you feel all of your concern about his grazes and bruises and the feathers that have been bent and ruffled in his wings melt away in favour of the persistent pounding in your core.

He moves lightning-fast; utterly deserving of all of his accolades, and before you know it you’re pressed against the breakfast bar, your ass pressed flush against the rim of the surface, and Keigo has dropped down onto his knees. 

“Stop myself from eating you all up, birdie,” he says, with a grin bright and hungry, as he presses his nose softly against the plumpness of your thighs. “You’re looking delicious, and I’m starving after being away for so long. Won’t you let a guy have a taste?”

You gasp as he moves his face; as his nose nudges at your mound through the Hawks branded underwear. He breathes in deeply, savouring the scent of you on the air.

“I can tell you want it too,” he teases you. “I can smell you from here. That’s how I know how delicious you’re going to be.”

“Keigo,” you breathe out lightly, but there is no complaint in your tone. Your boyfriend takes this the way it is; your consent for him to do whatever he wants to you, and his smile is knife-sharp in the darkness as his fingers hook into the elastic of the underwear and slowly begin to edge them down your legs. 

“Spread for me, angel,” Keigo murmurs, dropping a kiss just above your knee, peppering the skin he can currently get to with more feather soft touches of his lips. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see you; I’ve missed you. Feels like a century when I don’t see you for a day.” 

You fall over yourself to please him. You’ve missed him just as much; too deeply for you to care if you seem desperate, when you spread your legs further and let him see the wet mess between your legs. Keigo’s eyes go half-lidded and wanting as he trails the pad of one of his fingers up your thigh to dip between the lips of your sex and into your slick. 

“Look at you, pretty birdie,” he says, low and awestruck. “This is all for me? Aren’t I the lucky one? Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Your face heats up at the compliments; Keigo is never shy about giving them, of course, but when the position is so intimate and he looks so fascinated it’s hard not to feel woozy with the want that drips off every syllable. Keigo moves his face closer; kisses at the plump spill of your very inner thighs, where they’re damp with your own arousal. Teeth bite into the flesh gently, nipping at you until you gasp. 

“Y-you were being serious about eating me up, then?” You ask, a huff of laughter on your lips, as Keigo shifts his attentions to the other thigh, sucking love bites into the soft flesh. 

“Just making sure you know you’re mine,” he says, breathless. “Marking you up so you know who you belong to. After I’ve eaten you up, I’ll get on to eatin’ you out--”

He kisses over your sex this time; his breath fanning hot against your most sensitive parts. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to cling to the rim of the breakfast bar to stop yourself from just falling onto him completely. You feel a couple of well-placed breaths away from collapsing onto the floor.

“Is that a . . . a promise?” You ask him, and Keigo chuckles and the vibrations seem to travel from between your legs and right up your spine. 

“For you?” He murmurs, and his tongue darts out - laps up your cunt from perineum to clit, and you swear you see stars. “Of course it is.” 

Once Keigo has had a taste of you, there’s nothing you can do. You know it from past experience sprawled out on the bed beneath him as he works you over until you’re putty in his hands - when he wants someone, when he wants something, when something is his and it’s his responsibility . . . he will not rest until he’s wrung several orgasms out of you and you can barely move. The kitchen is a brand new development for this kind of thing, but Keigo is more than a little possessive and when you’ve murmured in the heat of the moment about christening every surface in his apartment it’s always gotten him going--

So it’s all you can do, really, to let him eat you out like he’s a man starved and he’s having his final meal before his untimely end. 

To let your fingers curl around the rim and to give yourself into Keigo’s mouth as it hotly works you over; his tongue dragging through your folds as if he’s trying to drink you in. Your own mouth falls open as your breath escapes you in little surprised gasps; it seems that for every slow lap of his tongue, he manages to do some kind of swirling trick of athletics that makes you feel like you’re melting into a pleasured mess. 

In between the licks and the sucks, he turns his attention back to the soft fullness of your thighs; drops little growling interludes of;

‘Mine’. ‘So beautiful’. ‘So good’. ‘You’re mine’. ‘Mine, mine, mine’. 

Kisses and bites and licks and mumbles, the soft abrasive scratch of his scruff making you dizzy and light-headed as you feel all of the pleasure that he brings you work itself into tight knots in your stomach. Sometimes he bites just a little too hard, as if he wants to ensure that the mark takes - and though on another partner, you might push him away, with Keigo it’s hard to not just let your lashes flutter and a soft moan escape at the thought of just how much he wants you to be his. 

There’s something to be said about having the mark of ownership of a man like Keigo upon your skin. 

He rubs his cheeks against your thighs, uncaring of how your slick is fair dripping from your sex; covering himself in your scent the same way he tries to cover you in his own. You’ve heard him complain when you switch shower gels or perfumes or shampoos; you know he can’t get enough of the natural scent of you. He never cares about cuddling up to you when you feel sweaty or gross - in fact, a couple of times, you’ve thought that it really gets him going--

It’s getting much harder to think the longer Keigo uses his mouth on you. 

It’s hard to think of anything other than the sensation of his tongue, the prickling pleasant heat that’s running through your veins, the groans of pleasure that he keeps putting forth with every new lap and suck and kiss of your clit. Your fingers twitch, your thighs shaking wildly, as you hover on the precipice of your orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmurs softly. “Come on. Come for me.” 

There’s no question of doing anything but. 

Your entire body goes taut all over, like a string waiting to be plucked - and then snaps, as your orgasm washes over you in fierce waves, making your body tingle like fireworks are being set off beneath your skin. You don’t try to muffle your noises - Keigo had coached that out of you with kisses and begging and telling you how much he loves hearing you - so soft whimpers and moans come issuing forth from your mouth, bouncing against the kitchen walls. Keigo makes his own noise in response; a coaxing kind of reassurance that you can let yourself go with him, you’re safe. His mouth is still pressed against your sex, though, his tongue still drinking in the slick you’re pumping out with every clench and pulse of your release. 

He stays there even as the orgasm slowly subsides and feeling returns to your extremities. You’re sensitive, your thighs shaking - and Keigo chuckles, pulling back and looking up at you with his eyes all blown with adoration. 

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he tells you, tone teasing. “I’ve missed the way you sound, too. I’ve missed . . . all of that.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you say to him breathlessly. “A-are you going to let me repay the favour?” 

Keigo laughs again, and the sound makes happiness bloom in your chest. 

“No,” he says, sounding very sure of himself. “I’m not done with you yet, birdie. I need to make sure that every perfect inch of you remembers me; I need to make sure that you’re always with me, that you’re imprinted onto every part of me, that you know just how much I love you and I need you and that I can remember every part of you with my eyes closed--”

Your cheeks are hot at this profession of adoration. It’s not that Keigo is shy about these things - he said ‘I love you’ before you did - but . . . he’s not always prone to these big, grand gestures. He holds your hands and pulls you close and keeps you next to him, plays with your hair and remembers your favourites and checks in on you to make sure everything is alright as often as he can. Love story confessions are not his style--

And that’s how you know that he means every single syllable. 

“Th-that’s not fair,” you say weakly, as Keigo takes your hand and tugs you through the apartment instead, a mirror of you taking him into the kitchen to clean his wounds. “I want to do all that for you too--!”

“Ah, but you didn’t get to saying it before me, did you?” He shoots you a broad grin, pulling you into the bedroom. The sheets on your huge bed are still rumpled; he raises one eyebrow. “Not sleep well without me, birdie?”

“You know I never do,” you whisper, and his face goes impossibly soft. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his nose against your own so that the two of you are staring directly into one another’s eyes. 

“I love you,” he says, plain and simple. His hands go to touch your hips, to slide up to your waist and to your chest, his touch reverent like a sculptor and his masterpiece. “I love everything about you. If it were up to me, I’d spend every waking minute with you - I’d never let you leave our bed. We’d have everything we need. I . . .” He swallows. “I want to be with you forever.”

“I want to be with you forever, too,” you breathe out - you bring your hand up to stroke over his shoulders, to delicately curve over the musculature in his back to where his wings stand proudly out. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure at the soft touch of your fingers on the downy feathers at the base, his cheeks going pink. 

“Then let me take care of you,” Keigo murmurs, softly. “Let me come inside of you so many times you don’t remember what it feels like to have anything inside of you but me.” He takes a shuddering breath - and despite your earlier orgasm, your breath catches and your pulse beats between your thighs as if it’s agreeing that he can do whatever he wants with you. “Please.”

“Keigo--”

“Say I can, birdie.”

His touch gets desperate. His thumbs dig into the soft meat of your waist, the plump pudge there. You make the mistake of flickering your eyes away from his gaze, to between you and below your eye line, to see the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pants in need. You think about Keigo’s cock - about how it feels inside of you, about how perfectly it fills you up, about the sensation of having him come inside and keep going, keep pumping himself into you--

“Keigo,” you breathe, eyes flicking back up to him. “Of course you can.”

As much as you want to get on your knees for him and bring him the same pleasure he’s already brought you today, you can tell that this means a lot to Keigo - and so you’re not surprised when he groans out loud and pulls you back into a fierce kiss. Your lips are nibbled on, your tongue danced with, your entire body dragged into a kiss that Keigo puts every muscle into - until he pulls back, breathless. 

“Can we get this off you now?” He asks, tugging at your nightshirt. “Kind of weird to be looking at myself right now, even if I do look very cute as a cartoon--”

You laugh as you pull the dark red cotton over your head. You have a brief moment of doubt - that same flash that comes across you every time you fully disrobe in front of Keigo, a voice in your head saying that you’re not good enough or pretty enough for him - but it’s a doubt that Keigo quickly dispels as he pushes you back onto the bed and begins to pepper every inch of your newly exposed skin with bites and kisses. 

“I love these,” he murmurs, palming at your chest with rough calloused hands, plucking your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stand to stiff attention. “They’re so pretty.” A pinch, and you whine, back arching. “And so sensitive--!” 

His tongue follows the path of his fingers, swirling around the nipple and sucking on it with a soft pop until you’re whining even louder, spreading your thighs apart for him in a silent plea to get on with it.

“You’re being needy,” he tells you, with a bite to the swell of your breast that you can tell will leave a bruise. “And I love it. Ask me nicely, pretty birdie--”

“Please fuck me, Keigo,” you say, breathless with need and want and the dizzying desire to have him inside of you. “Please, I want you inside of me--”

He kisses you fiercely again; fabric is displaced lower down his body as he works his trousers off without for a moment breaking the contact of your two lips. His cock slaps against the roundness of your tummy, leaving wet precome in a smear over your navel - hard and long, stiff and aching to find anchor in your port. 

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Spread wider, angel, alright?” 

You obey him, spreading your thighs so wide that it’s almost painful. 

The two of you have had to experiment with positions many times - Keigo’s wings provide an interesting challenge for ensuring that both of you are comfortable. Even now, in this simplest of positions, his wings make a canopy over you and give a soft red-warm glow to everything beneath them. Keigo smiles at you so softly that it feels like melting, and then his cock is nudging the lips of your sex apart and slowly slowly slowly sinking inside of you. 

It’s gratifying, to finally be full. His tongue felt good, but there’s a kind of intimacy in this that it can’t replicate - a feeling that the two of you are melding together, hearts beating as one. Keigo’s eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping his pretty mouth.

“You have no idea how you feel,” he chokes out. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you--”

“You feel like home,” you say to Keigo, and he whines and sheathes himself fully inside of you. 

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re not just laid directly on the bed. His nails - fingers a little sharp, like talons - rake down your back, scratching into you, as he gets used to feel of you hot and tight and wet around him. The two of you are both panting, your own arms wrapping around his neck so you’re as close to him as you can possibly be. 

He crashes his lips against yours at the same time as he begins to move his hips in hungry little circles. He isn’t yet fucking in and out of you in wild abandon, but this is still overwhelming after being without him for a few nights and forgetting all of the places inside of you that are stoked like a brand new fire by his cock, stretching you out. You move your hips against him in tiny increments, his abdomen rubbing against your swollen clit in a way that sends pleasant little frissons of electricity up and down your spine. 

The electric mixes with the scratches of Keigo’s hands, an overwhelming symphony of sensation that is at once too much and not enough. You lose track of time - you lose track of anything but the feel of Keigo inside of you, the pleasure of being stretched and fucked and taken and knowing you are loved. 

His lips against yours, his words against your ear with whispers of how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you are for him. Your own words, coming out slurred and breathless as you both chase your orgasms, wanting to crest that hill together. 

“Keigo,” you’re whimpering. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” Chants of his name spilling out of your lips like prayer beads, prayers that he drinks up with his kisses and his own soft entreaties of your name. 

“I’m going to--”

“I want you to--”

“Fill me up, please--”

“Fuck--”

You both lose track of who is actually the one speaking; the words come out in a spill that’s mirrored by the twitch of your thighs and the coil of heat in your stomach. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your fingers curl into Keigo’s short hair at the same time as he digs his teeth into the soft place where your neck meets your shoulders and his cock pulses inside of you, spilling his seed into your sex, marking you out as his. Your own release gushes over his cock, your cunt clenching around him as you pant and whimper. You’re light-headed and dizzy as you chase your aftershocks, gyrating your hips on his softening cock to eke out every last drop of pleasure you can. Keigo’s hands stay on you, sliding to the small of your back, encouraging you as he sucks and kisses on the bitemarks and lets his own pants fill the air. 

The comfortable silence that follows your releases lasts only a moment. 

He’s come inside of you once, and your body feels full and satiated with your own orgasm, but that’s not enough for Keigo. Even as he pulls out, his cock is already hardening again, a soft groan falling from his mouth as it slaps against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Tell me I can fuck you again,” he murmurs. “I want you to be full of me, birdie. I want you to be dripping with my come for weeks. I need t’fill you up so bad--”

You manage to screw up all of your left-over energy - not that there was much of it - to roll over, gathering yourself up on your hands and knees, spreading your legs further apart and balancing yourself on your elbows. It’s a position the two of you have used often, made all the more comfortable by Keigo’s expensive bed. It means that you don’t have to do much more work than stay there and thrust your hips back into him - and, crucially, it means that Keigo gets so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him in your stomach. 

“Yes,” Keigo breathes, already gathering himself up onto his knees. He drops kisses onto the places on your shoulder blades and spine he scratched earlier, soft feather-light whispers of how much he adores you. “Fuck, angel--”

He fits inside of you like a glove; your earlier exertions making him slide inside of you so easily you barely feel the stretch. Your fingers clench into the sheets as you moan out a prayer that sounds like his name, as Keigo continues to drop wet messy kisses all over you. He’s rambling now, about how beautiful you look like this and how good you feel.

“I should fuck you on every surface in the house,” he whispers, as he begins to work his hips back and forth, sliding easily into a rhythm. “I should christen every single one of them, so it feels like home--”

“Okay,” you breathe in return, moving your hips as much as you can. You’re going to come again, you realise, embarrassingly quickly. He just feels so deep inside of you - like there is no end to where he starts or you begin, like there’s nothing in the universe but the two of you and the places you’re joined. One of his hands slaps over yours, holding it as best he can in the position you’re in. 

“I need to fill you up,” he’s panting. “I need you . . . need you to be mine, need you to know how much I love you, need you need you need you--”

“I need you,” you reply, in a whimper that feels like a sob as he adjusts his hips just so and oh, the spots he hits inside of you with every thrust . . . You feel born anew again; like this is the first time Keigo has fucked you and you’re as sensitive as a virgin. You squeeze your eyes closed. “I need you more-- please fill me up, I want to be yours, please please please--”

“Say my name,” Keigo begs into your ear, the words broken up with pants. “Say you love me.”

“K-Keigo--!” Your voice pitches as your orgasm clenches all up inside of you. You feel yourself tighten around him. The feeling of him inside of you, the wet glide of his cock, the sting of the bites and scratches from your earlier extremely enthusiastic love-making, all converging together until you can do nothing but let the white hot feeling take you over completely. “I l-love you--”

A moaning whimpering groan of your name, and the two of you are coming together. Keigo’s cock is twitching inside of you, spilling more thick ropes of his come as deep into you as he can to join his earlier load. You moan as you feel it trickle down your thighs, as he fucks it in deeper chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm and your body collapses into a jelly-like mass of nothing but feeling. Keigo lets you collapse and follows you down, breathless laughs turning into moans as you lie there for a few moments sweating and panting in the afterglow of your lovemaking. 

It takes a little while for the two of you to disentangle yourself fully; for Keigo’s cock to pop out of you (followed by a little rush of your mixed fluids), for him to drag your sweat-soaked body against him without caring for how you must be messing up the sheets. 

“I love you too,” he says, a belated reply to your call as you’d come. Your face goes hot at the reminder.

You curl up against his chest shyly, cheek pressed to his beating heart. Your fingers come up to trace patterns over his skin, and he makes a noise low in his throat almost like a chirp, pleasure at your touch melding with the pleasure of what has transpired between you both. He’s always a little more bird-like in this state; relaxed and sated and happy. 

A phone rings somewhere in the distance, and he groans. Eyes fluttering shut. 

“It’s in my pocket,” he mumbles in annoyance. “It’ll be the Commission.”

You make a soft noise of displeasure at the Hero Commission already wanting to monopolise his time when it feels like he’s been home for an hour or two at most. 

“I’d hoped we’d have a bit longer this time,” you say, and you hope that you don’t sound petulant. You don’t want to resent Keigo’s job! You know he’s one of the top heroes for a reason! But curled up in bed, it’s hard to reconcile Wing Hero: Hawks and Keigo, your boyfriend, your lover, your home. You want longer with him. You want to keep him for yourself. 

His mouth twists. Resolutely, he wraps his arms back around you. 

“We will,” he says, as he continues to ignore the ringing. “We’ll have more time. They can wait a day. I still have more things I want to do to you.”

“Unfair,” you say, hiding your smile in his chest. “It’s my turn to do things to you.”

He laughs and presses a kiss on the top of your head. The scratches and bruises and bites from your earlier exertions sting pleasantly; a reminder of home, a reminder of Keigo, a reminder of belonging. 

“Okay,” he says, with a faux sigh. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’ll take one for the team. I guess you can do things to me next time.” 

Both of you laugh and snuggle in closer to one another. 

The bed feels so much more right with Keigo in it beside you. 

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[charmedreincarnation]

Hi charm. Your posts have helped me lots! Im keeping consistent for once and understand the law and shifting properly. My question is that I’ve been trying to considerate my understanding and application of states and A+P. This sounds stupid but I go back and forth and try to apply them, but the debates about them don’t make sense to me. I think rn I reinstate more with states but some I do prefer to just affirm and I’m just curious on which one you “preferred” and how you applied that to shifting. Thanks 😊

I think it really does depend. I love the law of consciousness, and under that really anything goes. But for me personally, I really do think there’s a point of no return when it comes to A and P and states. Just in my experience, feel free to believe and do what you like. First and foremost, your beliefs are more important in your reality. But I feel like everyone says that so often. If you don’t understand that, it's not really my job to coddle anyone at this point 😭😭 everyone is their own god and that’s the most important thing to understand.

But I started my journey back in 2020 when I was 16, and I manifested so much with mirror work and affirmations because I didn’t know about the law, and honestly I barely knew anything about manifesting either. I was only a shifter. And all my shifting friends, not on Tumblr, who shifted pretty easily and I consider "master shifters" (not that it exists or matters), honestly didn’t get into LOA either. They just affirmed (but used LOA, by knowing they’d wake up in their desired reality without knowing). Ever since then, they don’t gripe in the community because sometimes ignorance rlly is bliss. If I was in 2020 and stuck with that, I would have gotten everything so easily. But looking back, somethings happen for a reason because the desires and drs I wanted at 16 are nothing like the life/drs I want and have right now. I’m so grateful I struggled for a bit; it was a blessing in disguise 😭😭😭.

Around that time, I hated LOA because I talked about this in a different ask, but my favorite master shifter on Reddit (I’m an OG Reddit girl) who brought LOA to Reddit eventually left because she claimed she thought she was mentally ill, and shifting is psychosis. So I hated Neville and LOA for a while, which is so funny, because what did he do? I also didn’t like states because none of my shifting friends knew about that, and all shifting was just knowing and affirming. I wanted to do that too, not live in my head or whatever I understood states as.

I obviously eventually learned about LOA properly and learned so much about the "mechanics" and origins and over-consumed, just like a lot of you guys. When I tried to go back to A+P, I struggled so much because I really did believe in states. I thought about my horrible childhood, but how I got through it was knowing and believing in magic and my eternal happiness. From ages 9-14, I was a very happy and lucky child despite my circumstances and depression, because I was in the state of someone who had it all. I always knew life was more than what we can see with our eyes, so really, I knew A+P wasn’t really what was working, it was my state. But I refused to admit that for a while and got mad when my affirmations stopped working (that’s what I mean by point of no return).

Also, my shifting friends are using states, and when I started asking them about it, they started talking learned about their methods and how they suceeed easily. Most of them used some variation of SATS without knowing and music to fulfill their inner man and know that, regardless, they’ll wake up in their desired reality. So I started doing the same, and that’s how I manifested my first shift.

But everyone is so different. Like look at all the success stories. Some people just use science and logic with lucid dreaming steps. A lot of people in LOA now didn’t even use LOA to manifest at first or get into the void or whatever. Some people shift without knowing or by accident, etc., etc. The point is understanding states helped me because that’s the type of person I am; I like knowing the mechanics behind the seemingly magic. But maybe you don’t, maybe you don’t care about states, you know they’re behind everything but don’t care. That’s all good too. I don’t care how anyone achieves or understands the law to get their dream life, as long as they’re not spreading misinformation. The law is about you and understanding what fulfills you; you don’t need to follow debates to fulfill yourself.

A lot of people feel very strongly about their beliefs because it’s what helped them achieve their dream life, so they’ll die on hills for it. And I honestly get it; that’s how you feel about shifting. So I really don’t like when people try to dunk on it or like "debunk it." And that’s how everyone feels for their beliefs; it’s the human in us, we feel strongly about our passions. But don’t let people make you feel bad about your beliefs. Sometimes Tumblr can get like middle school-esque with the labels and drama, but again, it’s a good reminder that no matter how godly you are, we still have our human shell, and that’s oddly comfortable to me so I don’t care that much tbh. Just do you girl, at the end of the day it’s your happiness that matters

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[ddejavvu]

HIII maybe i could request for a blurb for dbf!hotch …. maybe him having baby fever when he sees you babysit your neighbor’s toddler & living the domestic life while ur parents are away :’) HEHEHE

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

(sfw blurb, but reader is over 18)

Aaron assumes you're on a phone call when he hears your sweet voice from around the corner, but when you turn and step onto the street you live across from him on, he sees you pushing a stroller.

"Was that fun? Going down the slides, and swinging on the swings, and playing with the soccer ball."

The baby you're pushing coos and babbles, fingers fiddling with the buckle in his lap then migrating to the sippy cup that's resting on the stroller's tray. You reach down to ruffle the boy's hair, smiling fondly at the child.

Aaron pokes his head out the front door as you pass his house, calling out for you, "You have a secret family I don't know about?"

You turn at his voice and he thinks his heart stops when your shiny eyes meet his own, the smile that had budded on your face at the baby's babbles blossoming in full as you speak to him.

"I'm babysitting for the Kims," You inform him, gesturing to a house a few cul-de-sacs away, "They're at a wedding today."

At the sight of Aaron, standing tall and broad in his doorway, the baby tears up. Soft, scared whines escape the poor boy's lips, and you laugh sympathetically, "Oh, baby, it's okay! That's Aaron, he's not as mean and scary as he looks."'

Aaron wants to tease you back, but he's only able to release a single chuckle before it dies in his throat. You swoop the baby out of the stroller, undoing the buckle with ease and cradling him to your chest. You bounce him slightly, rocking him back and forth while you croon at him.

"It's alright," You hum, kissing his forehead, "Aaron's my friend. He has a son, too! His name is Jack, and he likes spiderman."

The boy's eyes light up, and Aaron has a feeling there's a spiderman coloring book somewhere in your house. He steps over the threshold, approaching you slowly so that the baby doesn't startle. He does hide his face in your chest, but he doesn't fuss as Aaron stands beside you.

"Hi, buddy." Aaron reaches out to run his finger up the baby's arm. The little boy shivers at the ticklish sensation, and peeks at Aaron with a shy grin. You laugh in tandem, and Aaron thinks he'd pay to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

"Um, actually, Aaron," You glance up at him, and you can't deny the way your heart pounds at your close proximity, "I was wondering if you could come over later? My parents aren't home, so they can't watch him, but I need to shower. Or- or I can bring him to you, if that's better? I just don't want to leave him alone."

The thought of you showering, Aaron hates to admit, makes his head spin. But by design, he supposes what he's fantasizing about won't happen because he'll be watching the baby. Still, he's honored that you thought of him to help you, that you trusted him to help you, and he's nodding before he can think of what to say.

"Oh, um- of course! Yeah, I can come over. After dinner?"

Your eyes go wide, and you check your watch, "Oh god, uh, yeah. After dinner. I didn't realize how late it was, uh- I should order in now. I'll call you later, thanks Aaron!"

You grab the stroller in one hand, keeping the baby balanced on your hip with the other. You dart for your front door, but Aaron calls you back, striding slowly over to your front steps.

"Y/N!" He stops you with a single call of your name, "Wait. Why don't you come over to my house for dinner? You can just use my shower. I'm sure you've had a busy day, it might be nice not to stress about a meal."

"Oh," You gush, smiling sweetly at his offer, "It's okay. You weren't planning on me, then I'd just be stressing you out. I'll be fine, I'll order Chinese food or something."

"Chinese sounds great," Aaron grins, pulling his cell out of his pocket, eternally grateful that your father had a particular fondness for a Chinese restaurant in the city that you'd dined together at several times, "Your usual?"

You look like you want to push back again, insist that you can handle your own meal. But fatigue wins over, and your shoulders slump in relaxation.

"Yeah, thanks, Aaron. I just gotta get Sam's food," You gesture to your front door, "Do you want me over now, or whenever the food gets here?"

"You can shower first if that works," Aaron suggests, "Delivery usually takes a half-hour. Lemme take the baby, and you can relax."

He knows the childcare exhaustion from experience, and smiles fondly at the quick kiss you pop to Sam's cheek as Aaron takes him from you.

"Seriously, thank you, Aaron." You gush, laying a hand on his bicep and squeezing slightly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your words nearly make Aaron's heart beat out of his chest, and all he can offer you is a dazed smile in response. You're off rocketing towards your house in search of baby food and body wash, and Aaron turns to Sam who's propped up against his chest when the door shuts behind you.

"Thanks for being here," Aaron coos, smiling fondly at the grinning baby, "You're a big help, little man."

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

So Dominic does reveal more when it's safe to do so? OKAY, okay, but what if it takes a lot of time for his beloved to come to trust him? What I mean by that is that some people do not care for their loved one's action simply because they favour them. A normally empathetic person could definitely do that. So if it took around... whatever, 3 years let's say, would he be patient enough if he knew it would lead to his object of affection to basically be okay with everything he does(crazy person behaviour, but it's fictional so it's fiNE)? I'm curious. He's willing to do "anything", but that doesn't mean anything his darling would want specifically. It's anything he would do to get to that specific goal. He isn't exactly known to be nice, especially when he views his kids as burdens. So another question that came to mind, if it hasn't been answered already, would be could he change his mind on his kids? If Y/N likes them, and just really likes kids (even more since they're his), would there be some type of affection growing for them if it came from the simple pattern of "The one I like likes this, therefore I like it."?

Sorry for rambling, I can't seem to pinpoint the man, and he always turns out to be even more vicious than the last ask reveals. I really like how you made him out to be, and as depressing (in the sense that he's a cheater, is clearly insensitive, and would fuck his honey's parent just to excite them?? He's disgustingly intimidating) as I find him to be, it feels more realistic. Would love to punch him, 10/10. Plus he's French. And I'm weak. SO TO SUMMARISE, GOOD WORK, THANK YOU THANK YOU UHM (ỌVỌ)

Thank you so much for writing in, my Lovely ! I am eternally grateful for your kindness and your dedication to reading my posts; I can tell you've even read the more niche ones because you know precisely what Dominic's like ^^. To answer your questions:

Yes, Dominic will only reveal his tendencies to a Darling he can trust wholeheartedly. Granted, he will stow away his true self in order to be with you, but being able to let loose and drop his veneer of humanity is...liberating. That being said, he would only do so if he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his Darling would not only be okay with it, but actively encourage it. He'll settle for the former, though. He knows not to be pushy when Fate hands him a win.

On the topic of whether Dominic would grow to care about his children if you cared for them...Honestly, Dominic is way past the point of forming connections - true, genuine bonds - with anyone that isn't you. And even then, if it's only his superficial charm you're attracted to, Dominic will wear it constantly, if only to make sure you keep loving him. Even at the cost of his real identity. So, to clarify, Dominic won't truly care for his sons. Not in the way that a normal parent would; rather, he views them as highly valuable assets he can use to keep you close to him. And while he may seem to go above and beyond when protecting them, it's only to ensure you don't fall into some kind of stupour if one or both of them ever came to harm.

If they ever did, Dominic would absolutely use the opportunity to convince you to have a child with him. Either through adoption or traditional means, he'll find a way to tether you to him. And no, he won't care about this child, either. Unless it is biologically yours, then he'd feel some sense of responsibility in taking care of it, but only because it is half of you.

Dominic is, for better or worse, an incredibly complex man whose motives stem from something that transcends the very pinnacles of human vicehood, and I'm so glad to hear that you like the way he is characterised, my Darling ^^ !

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[mycandylovefanatics]

Lysander headcanons with a pregnant Candy and later on with their kids? Don’t know, just live the idea of having a family with my man 😭💖

Lysander with pregnant Candy

Lysander is such a caring and considerate father-to-be. He’s always putting your needs before his, and is constantly wondering what he can do to make things easier on you and your body. 

I feel like in the first 0-3 months, he wouldn’t mind you working on the farm with him, in fact he would encourage it because the exercise is good for you and in turn good for baby! But when you finally start getting a bump, he really doesn’t want you straining yourself. It’s not that he wants to control you, but farm work is a lot! Lots of lifting, pulling, pushing. It could be too much for you so he only lets you take care of the easy stuff, like picking the apples, feeding the animals, etc.

Honestly it’s a bit worrisome for you because you wonder if he’s getting enough sleep, if he’s working too hard. He lets you sleep in as long as you need to because for some reason I feel like his kid would cause you a lottt of fatigue during your pregnancy. He shoulders a lot of the work himself, which is really nothing because he was doing it himself before you moved in.

Always there for you during your mood swings, and knows exactly what you need to feel better. “Do you want me to bring you your favorite blanket? And I can make you some hot cocoa.. Do you want your mug with the kittens or the one with the bunny?” I feel like most husbands would be exasperated after a while but the man’s patience is endless. And he’s also eternally grateful to you for willingly carrying his children, so in his eyes being patient is the least he can do.

With his kids

When his kid is born, he’s obviously there the entire time for the delivery. I feel like he would probably hire people to work on the farm for him while he’s gone because he doesn’t want to miss a single moment during labor and delivery. He would also probably hire someone to help him out a few times during the week so that way he’s able to give you and his newborn his full attention as much as he can. 

Holding his kid for the first time is the happiest he’s ever been next to marrying you. He already knew he was in love with his baby but physically seeing them, holding them, kissing their sweet little baby cheeks, it’s something he never could have imagined. I think he would be in absolute awe, and he would also be thanking you as well. He’d brush your hair out of your face, wipe the sweat off if need be and kiss you sweetly on the lips, “Thank you, my love. This is the greatest gift you’ve given me, she’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

And yes, I say she because I 1000% headcanon Lysander to be a girl dad, I think most of the fandom does. He’s so soft with her too. Not that he was ever an aggressive man but god the way that he’s so gentle with her. If the baby isn’t with you, you can find her cradled in her father’s arms, him whispering to her how much he adores her, probably even softly singing to her. He’s huge on skin to skin contact so he’s always shirtless nowadays lol. 

When the baby is a bit older, whenever she’s old enough to start actually comprehending the world around her he’s constantly teaching her new things. Words, numbers, animals, and he speaks to her as if she’s a full grown adult sometimes. It’s so funny.

I feel like Lysander would absolutely get matching clothing with his kid. You bet your behind they’ve got a matching color palette. He’s wearing a green cravat, she’s wearing green hair bows. That sorta thing. He also has immaculate fashion sense for his child, so unless you want your kid ruining all of their nice clothes do not let him dress the kid. “Lysander we’re going to the park, why is she wearing the 200 dollar dress my aunt bought for her??” I mean really… have you SEEN the way he dresses? Idk why we expected anything less. Leave it to him and she’s leaving the house dressed to the 9’s every time. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Is probably what you would call a ‘gentle parent’. He never, EVER raises his voice at her, and even when he’s frustrated he’s really good at keeping his cool and handling whatever outbursts she decides to have that day. He’s soft, but if she’s being bad he’s very stern with her and is surprisingly good at holding his foot down even though she’s got him wrapped around his finger. 

Is definitely a good parent in all stages of his kid’s life. Toddler, child, preteen, etc. Not that your kid doesn’t trust you but if she’s in trouble or needs something she’s ABSOLUTELY going to call her dad first. It’s like he’s waiting by the phone just in case she calls because he always answers on the first ring no matter what. 

Something i headcanon about him as a parent is that he is neverrrr going to make you look like the bad parent, ever. If you make a decision, he’ll stand by you. If he disagrees with it he’s going to wait to talk to you in private, and THEN talk to your kid with you as a team. He’s very much an ‘on your side’ husband and i love that. 

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[self-loving-vampire]

While on that subject, one of the stories about abuse that resonated the most with me (besides Tsukihime, which is also about a ton of other things) is the short manga titled May My Father Die Soon.

Part of this is that it avoids the "perfect victim" narrative I complained about the other night (although not to the same extent as some other characters I know).

Spoilers and discussions of child abuse (including a couple of personal things) below the cut.

Asuka is obviously the sympathetic party, but the abuse coming her way is not depicted as just random outbursts with no rhyme or reason like in some other stories. Abusers like that do exist, to be clear, but my experience was more with violence as a tool to coerce and attempt to shape behavior.

The abuser often has some kind of excuse for what they're doing. Something that helps them convince themselves that what they are doing is right and proper, maybe even necessary. It doesn't mean their behavior is good, but it means there's a logic to it that the victim comes to understand and navigate.

The first time we really witness what Asuka's home situation is like is when she neglects her chores to play video games with her sister.

Hitting children for not doing the laundry is wrong, but it is something that a lot of abusive parents would find to be justified. They think they are teaching their children discipline and virtuous behavior when they do that. They think they are preventing their children from becoming spoiled and lazy.

Sometimes people are even abused after doing things that are legitimately wrong, but this does not justify the abuse. It's a type of nuance that is missing from depictions in which the abuser is just a gleeful sadist who just hates their victim and enjoys hurting them.

A lot of these parents think they are doing the right thing and use violence as a means rather than an end. After stomping on his own daughter he refers to what he just did as "discipline" and acts as if it's just a burdensome duty he has to deal with rather than an act of violence he inflicted on an actual human being.

He is also quick to pull out the "I give you food and shelter so be eternally grateful and always obey me" card.

Which is, again, something I have heard expressed by multiple authoritarian parents both in my personal life and online. "I pay the bills so they must do everything I say" or "I am a good parent because I do the legal minimum to provide for them".

I also like how Asuka does not react to her abuse in a perfectly meek and submissive way like the "perfect victim" archetype usually does. She not only eventually contemplates patricide out of desperation but also shares her sister's anger even if she tries to put on a more "role model-like" front about it.

She hates how she's being treated, and she even lashes out against her sister and feels disgusted with herself afterwards. It's very different from the depictions where the victim only has "nice" and endearing symptoms like low self-esteem.

The scene in which she tries to get help from the law only for her to be dismissed (her father is a respected and influential person) and punished for it also carries a sort of despair that I'm very familiar with.

One of the times my mother came to sleep in my room because my father was being violent (I used to protect her from him) I naively suggested calling the police. She said it would only provoke him into potentially lethal escalation and that the police would not act unless he did something extreme, like killing or hospitalizing someone. Hearing that from an experienced lawyer would have been pretty chilling if I had not already been dissociating for years at that point, but the information and its implications sank in regardless of how I felt about it.

He was a rich business administrator and CEO considered a good and successful person in the adult world. He once even mockingly dared me to call the police on him, knowing nothing would come out of it.

The only reason I still bothered to fight back against him physically is because I did not care about myself enough not to at that time. Might as well inconvenience and hurt him if I'm fucked either way.

Her father then proceeds to draft her into his company (hey that seems like a very specific and unusual thing but it also happened to me!) in a way that further highlights the way in which his behavior is actually in accord with authoritarian parenting norms.

His reasoning is that he's not going to just give her handouts. She needs to work for a living. This sounds reasonable to a lot of people, who worry about "spoiling" their children by being too generous in providing for them without demanding effort, but here we can see the ways in which it tightens the leash.

She can't decide on her own future and is impeded in independently financing her escape because her finances are going to be dependent on him and his approval.

This is something that a lot of people actually miss when thinking about the children of abusive but wealthy parents. You don't actually have free access to your parents' resources. You have purely conditional access that relies on pleasing them and conforming to their wishes. Meanwhile, they have an increased level of reach, resources, and respectability to prevent you from escaping.

Another heartbreaking bit is how the abuse has become so life-defining for her that she doesn't really know what she wants to do with herself. The one wish she can think of is just not being abused anymore.

She is eventually forbidden from freely leaving the house entirely, and while sexually abusing her again he once again makes it explicit that he considers her property...

And when the subject of Hotaru (Asuka's younger sister) comes up, he goes on a monologue that those of us who defied authoritarian parents may be familiar with.

The whole "I have been too nice but it only made you spoiled (as proven by your defiance) so from now on I'm going to hurt and control you more" thing.

And he also drops this line.

To an authoritarian parent, disobedience of any kind to any degree is a deadly sin that must be beaten out of children as if they were dogs in training. If you read conservative parenting "experts" like James Dobson you can even find them saying this kind of thing explicitly.

I also like that Hotaru provides a different, also resonant exploration of how someone might react to abuse in addition to Asuka. Even after being hit to the point of bleeding by her father, she remains willful and tries to hold on to her own independence even if obedience would hurt less.

And, like Asuka, she's not a Perfect Victim either. She is the one who helps finish her own father off after all (after being given a lecture on rehabilitation no less). The conversation she has with her sister regarding worker ants also shows she is interested in her own autonomy and leisure to a degree that would be considered "spoiled" by a lot of people. She should aspire to be a hard worker who pleases others at the cost of her own happiness like her older sister was raised to do, right?

I especially like that she's wearing an "I love myself <3" T-shirt during the scene in which she rejects the efforts to beat her into submission as well as Asuka's recommendation to give in and obey. Kind of heavy-handed, but cute.

I also like the flashback that shows that there was once a time Asuka's parents were kind to her and she sincerely loved them.

Children are in a situation where they are strongly predisposed towards loving their parents by default and need to be loved back. It often takes a lot to change that. Some people, like Hotaru, change pretty early on while others try to cling to this need for a lot longer.

This is complicated by the fact that the parents may start out "kind" until their children start disobeying them, at which point they turn increasingly violent and controlling.

Asuka eventually realizes that she will never be truly happy if her life revolves around being her father's property. That even if she was to hollow herself out into exactly the kind of obedient doll he wants her to be she will be miserable. With no options left to escape, she becomes suicidal.

This leads to a panel that is like... pretty much straight-up an exact conversation I have had before.

"I provide. I have money that you benefit from. Your life is way better than that of poor people. You should be grateful and do everything I say." again.

Like paying the bills mean they own you and can do as they please.

It really feels like a good understanding of not just the victims involved but also of this type of abuser as well, and even now I get the impression that if I had failed to think of a plan for how to escape them my own situation could have also ended up with a murder, a suicide, or both even though I'm not a violent person at all. The desperation as all of your peaceful options are cut off is very real.

I'm really happy it did not come to that in my case, but I still did many things that a "perfect victim" would not be allowed to, like becoming manipulative and deceiving my parents for the sake of escaping. I don't feel guilty about it either, and eventually lost much of my sense of empathy (oddly, this happened after I had already gotten away).

So even though I did not actually kill my abuser I still relate to characters who end up doing that, because to me it feels like a bad ending I was this close to getting despite not really wanting that to happen.

Anyway, I feel really seen and understood by this story to a much greater degree than I do in more sanitized, black and white stories about abuse in which the victims never do anything remotely bad and the abusers are moral aberrations who just enjoy hurting people for fun.

#long post

[jilyandbambi]

the people who are pissed at Natalie's death and writing off the show bc it turns out the point of Yellowjackets wasn't some 3rd wave feminist #yas queen parable about rejecting societal norms and finding true freedom in the woods remind me of the annoying Intro to Womens Studies nerds who interpret the ending of The VVitch--y'know the movie where a malevolent entity uses starvation and grief to destroy the minds of an entire family so that he can isolate and sexually enslave the isolated & devastated eldest daughter for eternity--as a cathartic feminist metaphor.

people, the principal says it in the first minutes of the show: "all i know is that what happened was a tragedy. A terrible tragedy."

A. TRAGEDY.

because the Yellowjackets worked their asses off to get to Nationals. It was the biggest moment of their lives. They LOVED soccer. They were FREAKING PUMPED to get to Seattle and win the title. This was their DREAM.

because Jackie was a happy, perky kid from suburbia who was looking forward to going to college with her best friend. who found something to love about literally everyone but was doomed because you can't rally a starving team with a rousing speech and an ice breaker

because Shauna was going to go to Brown and grow up and find the confidence to be HERSELF instead of Jackie's best friend. And then she and Jackie have a fight and Jackie dies because of Shauna's betrayal, Shauna's jealousy, Shauna Shauna Shauna. Jackie will be a child forever because of Shauna, so how could Shauna dare grow up? She can't put her grief to rest because Jackie was never laid to rest because of Shauna. So Shauna comes out of the wilderness and marries Jackie's boyfriend and has Jackie's child and gets older year after year but never grows up because one night when she was 17 and scared she and Jackie had a fight and Shauna waited until the morning to say "I'm sorry."

because Taissa had a plan, had goals, had a future already mapped out. Nationals. Howard. Law school. Becoming a hot-shot NY lawyer. Because she got out of the wilderness and kept chugging along with The Plan because she HAD TO. But none of it is real to Taissa because you can't live and be numb, and Taissa has to be numb because if she lets herself celebrate the wins that she managed to swim while her fellow survivors sank, she’d have to remember that she too killed and ate her friends to get there. And Taissa--so distressed by what they did to Jackie she dissociated into amnesia--can't accept that, can't have that be who she is because it would ruin everything she wanted for herself. And then it's all ruined anyway.

because Lotte was a girl with psychic powers AND schizophrenia. She needed her meds!! Stopping treatment cold turkey is painful, disorienting, and SCARY, she needed support, she needed someone to tell her what was real and what wasn't because without her meds it was impossible for her to discern for herself. She needed support but got made into a god instead. And now a false prophet is all she knows how to be.

You get the idea.

The Yellowjackets didn't find freedom from society and the chains of the patriarchy when their plane crashed. They found starvation and guilt and loss and pain. The wilderness isn't a god of decadence and pleasure and ecstasy. It takes more than it gives. The team got to survive in exchange for slavish devotion and grief, and their childhoods, their dreams, their achievements, the people they loved more than themselves, the lives they’d been perfectly happy to keep on living.

They get rescued, go home, and grow into fractured adults who all, to varying degrees, actively make their lives worse because functionally, they're still scared, guilt-ridden kids lost in the woods who know no matter what that nothing will ever be okay again.

NONE OF THEM are glad that this happened. NOT ONCE does anyone say, "You know I'm grateful for this awful traumatizing experience because without it, I never would've [X,Y,Z]" NOT EVEN MISTY, who broke the transmitter so she could have friends for 5 more minutes. THIS SHOULD TELL YOU SOMETHING.

Yellowjackets is a TRAH-JAH--DEE.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yellowjackets meta #yall are on my nerves #you saw some teens playing dress up and making out in the woods #and thought you were getting sisterhood of the traveling antler mask? #little women but in the 90s and with cannibalism? #bitches will say 'nothing u learn in school will ever matter' #and lack the ability to correctly interpret the basic surface-level themes of a 1hr program #WE GET IT u read The Song of Achilles during English instead of participating in the class discussion on 1984 #but now look where u are

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Love you’re blog! ❤️😍 could you possibly do a fluffy steter post?

Hey anon. @kevaaronday found these for you!

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

(23/23 | 65,676 | Not Rated | Steter)

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly. 

Paths cross.

All I Need Is You (And Cookies) by SincerlyLittle (13/13 | 18,196 | Gen | Steter) “Daddy Stiles!” those are the words that ring out the Hale’s backyard, everything seems to stand still for a moment while Stiles opens his eyes to the sight of long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and a freckled face. He doesn’t blame anyone for believing the kid when she looks so convincingly like a daughter of his own would.

Since said child is so cute, he can forgive her for potentially starting world war 3 - or at least he thought he could until the next words were "Daddy Peter and I brought cookies!" At least he'll have cookies in the middle of battle.

as the mist and snow by pibroch (2/2 | 14,052 | Teen | Steter) “Does it count as a daddy kink if seeing you wear the baby sling is doing it for me?” Stiles holds up a hand, forestalling whatever smartass response is on the tip of Peter’s tongue, and shrugs the strap of the diaper bag over his head. “Don’t answer that. Rhetorical question.”

The weather outside is frightful, Stiles and Peter are on babysitting duty, and Scott might be cursed. December in Beacon Hills is rarely dull, but so delightful.

Like Any Other Day by ClaudiaRain (1/1 | 11,603 | Teen | Steter) Stiles isn't a fan of mornings. Peter does what he can to make them better.

trusting and choosing by finnickyfox (1/1 | 5,618 | Teen | Steter) “I wanted to see what you’d do,” Stiles says. Peter holds off on handing over water—the truth sounds better in a hoarse voice. “You stayed. You had my back.”

Eyelids flutter open at half-mast, a deep honey stare before Stiles closes them again as he turns his chin and bares his neck. 

—

Stiles offers Peter a chance to be an Alpha again if he gets Stiles out of Beacon Hills.

Come Into My Penthouse… by 0hHeyThereBigBadWolf (1/1 |3,770 | Teen | Steter) ...said the wolf to the spark.

Quiet Nights by HyperLittleNori (1/1 | 3,654 | Teen | Steter) He wasn’t sure how it was possible for the human body to be both limp from exhaustion and tense but he was inclined to blame it on a missed step in evolution somehow.

“What sort of day have we had then?” Peter asked, letting his fingers sift up through Stiles’s hair.

“Tonight’s a quiet night,” he murmured into the space created from his forehead resting on his folded arms atop the counter. 

“Mmm,” Peter mumbled softly, as if thoughtful. His fingers in Stiles’s hair splayed a little, pressing more firmly, massaging the back of his head and neck.

Punishment? Therapy by MyLittleRandomWorld (1/1 | 3,406 | Not Rated | Steter) Peter is late getting home from work. He finds Stiles in a very unexpected position.

My Life’s Better With You In It by asarcasticwitch (1/1 | 1,091 | Teen | Steter) Stiles smiles, and the thought of Peter wrapping him in his strong arms and kissing his forehead gives him the jolt of motivation he needs to twist the handle and walk inside. He rests a hand on the doorframe to steady himself, which he’s eternally grateful for, when a thick, garlicky cloud wafts into him, nearly knocking him straight on his ass.

Peter is cooking dinner, and fuck, it smells delicious—not that he expects any less from his mate.

a soft smile across a crowded room by ash_mcj (1/1 | 744 | Gen | Steter) Stiles wasn’t sure exactly when he’d say he and Peter started seeing each other—or whatever it was that they were doing. He didn't really know what to call it, because dating didn’t seem quite right. Stiles had dated people before, but it felt very different with Peter.

[or: stiles might just love peter and his smile]

--

prompt: Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room

AND

@minmu suggested these!

Domestic Bliss by moonstalker24

Cuddle Therapy by TriscuitsandSoup

(5/5 I 10,677 I General)

“Do not be alarmed; I am a cuddle therapist,” the omega said, continuing his shoulder nuzzles. His voice held all the authority of the police or an FBI Agent, not the cuddle therapist he claimed to be. Peter scoffed. Cuddly therapy was just an excuse for unmated alphas and omegas to go around throwing their musk and pheromones at anyone who looked twice in their direction.

Where Peter is being grumpy in a museum and is interrupted by a very determined cuddle therapist.

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #fluff #anon #submission

[hippolotamus]

Thanks for the tags @911onabc @prince-buck-diaz @buddierights @alyxmastershipper (please go read their snippets because they were fantastic)

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @panbuckley my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @littlebitofdiaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @spotsandsocks @heartbeatdiaz @rmd-writes @apothecarose @the-likesofus @megsvstheworld and anyone else who wants to share what they're up to

Back to Bridgerton today:

If Evan thought the conservatory was striking before, that was nothing compared to now. The carriage rounds the bend and the enormous domed building comes into view against the backdrop of fading twilight and twinkling stars. Wheel turn by wheel turn they approach, making each elegant detail clearer.  Stone and marble vases of white roses, alternating with blazing torches, line the paths that criss-cross the neatly manicured lawn and lead up to the main entrance. Couples and small clusters of partygoers exit their carriages, chatting among themselves, waving hello or, in some cases, turning their heads in order to avoid being recognized. 

There’s a restlessness growing under Evan’s skin the closer they come to leaving the seclusion of their transport. A sort of undefinable itch that tests the limits of his ability to be still. Maybe it’s the unfamiliar mix of people, or the excitement of a potential match for Maddie, he doesn’t know. Thankfully his sister’s manners are more intact than his own, enabling her to compliment their hosts instead of gawking. “Lord Nash, Lady Grant, what a lovely evening this will be. Everything looks splendid.” Maddie nudges her elbow into his side. “Doesn’t it, Evan?” He can feel his cheeks flush, like a child caught daydreaming during lessons. “Yes, of course. Enchanting, all of it.” From the opposite bench, Bobby — that’s what Lord Nash insisted they call him — gives Evan a small, amused smile that helps ease his nerves. Still, he’s grateful the horses come to a stop before anymore can be said. The footmen help their hosts out first, then Evan. He stands between the footmen and the door so he can assist Maddie himself. It’s not that he doesn’t trust anyone else to do it, he just feels better about being the one responsible for her.  Personally, he’s still not enthusiastic about the idea of Maddie finding a new husband, but he’s willing to go along with it as long as he can oversee the options. As the eldest, and only, son he would never think to tell her who to marry. However, if there’s anyone who means her harm, he wants to be the first person between them and her.  Athena takes Bobby’s arm, while Maddie does the same with Evan. With a single look, Athena signals they’re ready to join the party, and the four of them make their way to the entrance.  “You’re sure about this, Maddie?” He murmurs as though he hasn’t been asking her the same question since they left home. “Evan, I promise.” She holds up her free hand, offering her pinky as they continue walking. “Besides, we’re here now. It would be awfully rude of us not to enjoy ourselves for one night.”  “I suppose you’re right.” He sighs, hooking his own pinky with hers and knowing it has to be enough. She’s given him their signal that they both trust more than any legally binding document. Even if he would rather hide her away for eternity, he has no choice except to honor her decision and believe it’s for the best.  “Well, you do clean up nice. Any man will be lucky to so much as stand near you,” he tells her. And he means it. Her hair is styled into tight curls, secured in a neat pile on top of her head behind a silver tiara with pale pink gems that match her necklace. Both accessories complement her floor-length gown, a dusky rose hue embroidered with dozens of flowers.  She offers so much more than surface level beauty. Certainly more than her late husband could have ever appreciated. One thing Evan is sure of – anyone who seeks her hand will have to understand that. His sister is not meant to be a trophy wife that will sit idly by waiting for her partner's every whim. They step through the enormous glass paned double doors into what may as well be another world entirely. A gathering of excess and wealth that wouldn’t seem real to anyone who never witnessed it for themselves. Evan and Maddie have been subjected to these sorts of events as long as he can remember, and even he is overwhelmed by the splendor that surrounds them.  Larger than life marble columns are wound with pale yellow blooms, baby’s breath and ropes of greenery. The garlands Evan noticed that afternoon now hang in large bunches from the ceiling, reaching down -- almost as if they’re weeping -- so they nearly touch the floor. Crystal chandeliers reflect candlelight from wrought iron candelabras, bathing the room in a golden glow. “Just remember to breathe, little brother,” Maddie reminds him.

#hippo writes #wip wednesday #bridgerton au #fic: come close (let me be home) Bridgerton #buckley siblings #they make my little hippo heart sing with joy #i just love them so much

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hello im new here but i saw your sanctuary au and i really like it!! unfortunately trying to go through the tag only yielded me two posts and i know there's more bc i saw another one while scrolling the whole blog but anyway that's to say if you've talked about the others who are at the sanctuary i only saw Dain's detailed post and here i sit wondering about sanctuary au dottore and/or capitano and how they interact with foul legacy (based on a canon voiceline is our moth wanting to politely spar with cap or does he just try to fight him at any given opportunity? i think i saw that dot can teleport so what kind of shenanigans does he get himself into?) im going to try to search for the rest of the sanctuary au posts as well i love this au

D: oh nooo the tags for it aren't working?? ARGH i will try to fix it when i have the time because that AU is one of my favorites :)) (also, i did not create it!! the wonderful @/pastelpeachyposts thought it into existence and i am eternally grateful that they did :D

HARBINGERS!!!! MORE HARBINGERS I LOVE THE HARBINGERS- i usually portray Foul Legacy Childe as less battle hungry than in game, but i think he'd still be up for some friendly sparring with a monstery Capitano!! you tell them both that you prefer no blood drawn, but they usually end up with a few nicks here and there, and you simply sigh and sit both of them down to be patched up. Childe still admires Capitano a little bit because he's strong and powerful, but honestly more than anything they both admire YOU for keeping your sanity intact while dealing with multiple Abyss monsters, some of which are NOT as polite and peaceful as Childe

example: Dottore

he probably ranks second in terms of "most chaotic", outdone only by Columbina- but you'd actually rather take care of Columbina, since she's fairly cheerful and likes snuggling, which always calms her down. Dottore on the other hand is not so easily pacified, and yes, he can teleport. now usually he'll tell you if he wants to go outside (or is going outside, you can't really stop him), but sometimes he unconsciously teleports when he's asleep, and when he wakes up he immediately starts getting into mischief. he doesn't panic at all, which is nice, but he also does what he wants and will do it NOW until he gets bored. additionally, the only person he has a chance of listening to is you, so whenever he suddenly appears in some city you'll get immediately contacted, either by friends or officials, to come and get your science-loving Harbinger monster. he'll hiss and sulk a bit, but usually he listens when you say he can continue his experiments at home

and while he trots off to the little lab he's constructed, you slump over in Childe's arms, exhausted from a day of chasing down a stubborn Dottore

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #it's a sanctuary AU night!!!! #and no you do not allow any of Dottore's more inhumane experiments in your house #he can go tinker with machines and other things but NO harming others #see that's why Capitano admires you so much because you're somehow able to keep your head on while dealing with Dottore #Childe knows he's your favorite because you come to him whenever you just want to fall over #you are so tired but also you love all the abyss monsters under your care #short scenario #other's stuff #sanctuary au

[citadelofmythoughts]

Giving it some more thought, there's a lot of details that makes me consider why Ironwood would consider all of his evil actions to be justified:

Because he was basically copying what he interpreted OZPIN did over his many incarnations.

When you really take a hard look at the things Ozma did in the past, a lot of them can easily be seen as atrocities in their own right:

He decimated Vacuo with the Sword of Destruction and left it a starving wasteland where many are nationalists to varying degrees with heavy eugenicist/Social Darwinist tendencies out of implied trauma for what happened to them.

He's created and manipulated multiple cult-like groups around himself in his attempts to stop Salem and complete his mandate, also ruining many lives out of misguided good intentions.

He's created a new world order after the Great War that on the surface preaches unity, but suffers from numerous societal flaws as a result of him being so tunnel visioned to stopping Salem that he ignores the very real rot lurking beneath the surface.

He's lied repeatedly to his followers about the truth of his mandate and the reality that he doesn't know how to accomplish any of his goals, essentially sacrificing them on a fruitless eternal suicide mission.

And there's even more that's probably occurred over the course of centuries of attempting to achieve his goals.

So of course Ironwood, being unable to really self-reflect or really consider the complex nature of Ozpin's actions, would see all of the above as either something to emulate or to use to justify his own atrocities; because after all, it's for the greater good isn't it?

The key difference more than anything is that Ozma is someone desperately trying to fulfill a mission that is proving more and more to be highly suspect and likely the result of being manipulated by the God of Light, and Ozma for his many, many, many mistakes, does seem to be slowly coming around to the reality that he NEEDS to change his views and methods or else he will only keep getting worse. While Ironwood could never do this because he didn't want to turn away from his bad choices, only validate and justify them to avoid facing the atrocities he was committing.

...When I put it like that, it honestly makes Ironwood the Cinder to Ozma's Salem. Someone who is emulating a person based on a facade of what they THINK the emulated is doing, and not looking any further than that.

"I have made more mistakes then any man, woman, or child on this planet" - Ozpin

"Winter, do not blame me! I have sacrificed everything!....I have only done what's best for Remnant and no one is grateful!" - Ironwood

Ironwood may have indeed emulated Oz either consciously or subconsciously but at least Ozpin can see what he's done and regret it.

Even at the end, I don't think Ironwood did.

[theangriestboyintown]

Shaked Sphere: Romeo and Juliet but better by Mischa B.

*the stage is set, the lights come on… you see Romeo, doing something clearly ‘fruity’ but generally accepted for the time.* (leaving this vague, I want the actor to choose what action they do at the beginning.)

*cue the disco lights!!! ya babey!! it’s time for the opening number! the song is called “Homosexual Thoughts.” Romeo thirsts for Mercutio.

oh no! the portal to the Shakedverse is open!!!! Lady Macbeth is back and she is Angry. She Thirsts For Blood.

*cue the second number babye!!! this song will be all about Lady Macbeth and it’s called “Girlboss Shit.”(This number will be important later.)*

Mercutio bumps into Lady Macbeth in the square. They get into a very epic and awesome sword battle. CUE THE THIRD NUMBER!!!! Lady Macbeth does finally land the fatal hit to Mercutio, and Mercutio falls to the ground. The lights focus on him. Lady Macbeth leaves Mercutio to die on the floor. Mercutio sings his first (and final) song of the show. It’s called ‘Everyone’s gotta die (sometime)’ and it’s a lament on how Mercutio’s life was cut too short, and how he never got to explore his homosexuality. (reminds me of someone…)

anyway… boring. put the disco lights back on babye… Lady Macbeth is on the streets!

Lady Macbeth does not feel Satisfied… She needs more bloodshed, and she doesn’t know why. (also will be important later.)

The Lights fade to black, and when they come back- the audience sees Romeo. He is at the ball where he’s supposed to meet Juliet.

oh no!!!!! lady macbeth!!!! why are you here!!?!!?

She is revealed to be an Ancient Cryptid creature. She needs blood to grow stronger. Cue the fourth number. it’s Lady Macbeth… lamenting about how hard it is to be her. the song is called ‘Girlbosses all die (sometime).’ and it’s a direct parody of Mercutio’s song.

Romeo gets pissed, because Lady Macbeth proves she killed Mercutio by showing Romeo his prized possession: Mercutio’s sword.

So… how does Romeo fight for his Mercutio’s honor?

sword battle, obviously.

Fifth number, guys! It is sung while Romeo is fighting with Lady Macbeth. It’s called: “Dying simply does not sound fun” and it’s actually our first duet! Lady Macbeth sings about her want and need for eternal life, while Romeo sings about wanting to keep the one life he has now. it’s actually very dramatic!

Lady Macbeth is slain by an unknown power. Romeo is initially confused, because Lady Macbeth had the upper hand at the moment. (his hand was gone. the sfx are brilliant. blood everywhere, btw.)

Welcome Juliet into the play!

Juliet is actually the daughter of the famous Calulets, who are professional monster hunters. She had poison arrows and went peewwwww and now Lady Macbeth is dead.

Romeo is eternally grateful to Juliet… Cue the sixth number.

the lights change colors. they go into a light pink color.

Romeo is a manwhore.

The song is called “If I Could.” and it’s Romeo asking if he could have Juliet’s hand. The music swells at the end, just like Romeo’s beating heart. It’s very romantic and beautiful, similar to a serenade sung to a sleeping child. He’s very light with his words.

Juliet says ya.

Romeo is like “cool.”

And then… BETRAYAL!!!!!! Juliet shoots Romeo with one of her poison arrows!!!!

you might be asking… why?

Cue the seventh number. It is called “I am a Capulet.” and it’s Juliet’s power anthem where she explains the centuries-long feud between her family and Romeo’s family. (The Capulets are monster hunters, the Montagues are monsters.)

BIG REVEAL!!!! Romeo was Actually a monster all along.

The lights fade to black, the curtains close, and that’s the end of the show.

#god help me. how did i fuckign come up with all of that?

[distort-opia]

I remember that you talked about Joker's humanity few days ago and mentioned that two stories in which Joker was nice to kids. Makes me wonder, what father Joker would be in your opinion? If he had kids after his chemic bath and knew about their exist, do you think he would be want participate in raising them? Or at least sometimes sent them gifts or took them to a amusement park or something? Do you think he could hurt or kill them, or this small part of "good" in the Joker would stop him? I love your analyses, by the way and I will be eternal grateful for your reblog of my post about Jack Napier from "Tales From the Dark Multiverse: Batman: Hush", it means the world to me <3

Well. Two stories in which he's a little nice to kids don't really equal him liking them. Joker's moments of humanity are the exception, not the rule.

I will put the rest under the cut because there'll be mentions of child abuse and murder (warning for that). Because... yeah, this is Joker after all.

Canonically, he's killed a teenager (Jason Todd), and the way he handled babies in No Man's Land doesn't really indicate... caring. Pretty sure he's blown up schools or let out Joker gas in places where children were present, and he's indirectly put the lives of children in danger more than once by taking hostages (most recently in Batman: Fortress #1).

Also, this pretty much happened -- Joker finding out he had a kid after his chemical bath. The whole thing is a bit of a mess; in spirit, Anarky isn't actually Joker's son, and the writers intended to reveal this information all along. However, they didn't manage to actually write this in, so... technically, as it stands, Anarky (or Lonnie Machin) is Joker's son? I don't even know. I'm pretty sure though that we're all thinking he isn't, and God knows what New 52 and Rebirth mean for the character's continuity. However, the existence of Anarky does offer us an glimpse into how Joker would react to this scenario in Anarky (1999) #8, if you are interested. Joker clearly doesn't believe that he's got a son. But then he changes his tune, admitting the possibility and manipulating Anarky to make use of his way of escaping Arkham. But when Anarky keeps trying to stop him and other rogues from killing, Joker shoots Anarky without hesitation.

If he found out about a potential offspring of his who wasn't an adult (maybe Lucy Quinzel in the Injustice universe), but still a child... I think it'd depend a lot on the child. If Joker related or not. Because, outside of moments in which he's been forced into sanity by external circumstances, Joker only shows a more humane side to individuals he empathizes with; and in the case of those two stories I mentioned in that previous ask, we're talking about a psychopathic child and a child who's been abused by their parents (things he can relate to). So, if this child of his was also more on the sociopathic, wishing-for-violence, chaotic and troublemaker side, I think there's a chance Joker would steal the kid away and mold them into another version of himself (similar to what he tried with Tim Drake in Batman Beyond's Return of the Joker, or what he tried with 'Ric' Grayson while his memory was gone). He might care, and he might take the kid out on all sorts of activities... but they'd be blowing-up-buildings and murdering activities. So that child would turn out very traumatized, I feel. In general, Joker would have a 'you have to prove yourself worthy of being my child' attitude, and sadly I do think he could kill the kid if they didn't manage to live up to that.

The one kid he wouldn't be able to kill is his son, but the one from before the chemical bath (if the TKJ origin is taken as true). (Batman: Three Jokers has both him and Jeannie alive, so. Sigh. As I said elsewhere, I fully expect DC to bring this up again at some point and in a very badly written way.) But, if Joker were to be confronted with the child he had with Jeannie -- the one he thought dead alongside her, a child that's part of the very trauma that led to him becoming Joker in the first place... that'd be very interesting. It might undo him. (It'd be like someone bringing Bruce's parents back to life and throwing them in his arms.) Joker's whole thing is that nothing matters and that life is absurd; but this would be someone to fight for. If he got his family back, that'd contradict the whole thesis of the Joker persona. Man, it could be really cool to read how he'd handle it, if it just were written well. He'd have such a complex choice to make regarding who he'll be, moving forward. Grr.

I'm sorry for being a bummer! Joker in the comics is especially brutal, and it can't really be swept under the rug. But thank you for the ask, and I'm really glad you're appreciating my analyses! Reblogging that post was my pleasure and nothing to thank me for, I loved finding out about another incarnation of Batman and Joker. Take care <3 <3

#asks #batman #batman meta #joker #joker meta #my meta #abuse mention

[taulun]

Hiiii it’s your anonymous-au-obsessed freak once again! You have no idea how grateful I am for your answers, I love building images in my head for such things and it’s so great that you’re an author who provides very detailed answers ❤️

Okay okay okay so I have more questions and I didn’t even entirely comprehend all the previous answers. I’m not sorry tho this time haha:

1. At what point did they release Crystalline? Stable times of their relationship or rocky times of the situationship? And again - was For A. and Yours released during T H E. M I G H T Y. B R E A K U P??

2. Is Mari an astrological freak like you (it’s a compliment, I swear, I love it in you!)? Or maybe Adrien (odd maybe but you said he likes the stars but maybe only in astronomical way)?

3. Were they ever diagnosed by a psychiatrist BEFORE they started therapy as a couple to build a healthy relationship? Like, did they know officially they’re mentally f-ed up? I don’t want to offend anyone with those words, I myself struggle with diagnosed bpd and it’s really easier just to say it like that

4. I know Adrien does not bond easily with anyone but would he consider Luka his best friend? I thought about Plagg (Peter) for a moment too but I think that maybe the fact that he’s always stoned and he does not acknowledge what’s going on in the situationship (as per one of your recent memes) and the age gap is there but maybe I’m in the wrong here??

5. What are their go-to songs for a karaoke night?

6. What’s the aesthetic of their rooms? Do they have any sentimental things there or are they plain-hotel-room types of people?

7. And as for the sentimental things - what are the things that when they see anywhere make them think about each other?

8. Is Mari an only child? And what would be the age difference between Adrien and his brother if he didn’t pass away?

ALSO I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA AAAAGH IM LITERALLY OBSESSED

HELLO DEAR ANON AKA MY FAVOURITE ANON HERE ❤️❤️ sorry for taking so long to answer but I was gathering ideas all this time, so I could give you a detailed answer!!

So here it goes, under cut because it's gonna be a long post, BEWARE:

1) Actually they released Crystalline pretty fast. It was like 1 month after they met at Exitium's concert that they started writing it - lyrics by Adrien alone, with only some additions from Marinette, music by Luka btw - but it was supposed to be just another metal ballad for Exitium's upcoming album, nothing fancy. When Adrien and the band went on tour with their newest album (which I'm gonna make a cover for because "From Here To Eternity" came out even later, since it includes "Yours"), they invited Ladybird for the song, BUT those were already "the rocky times of the situationship", like you said. So a generic love ballad turned into some pretty angsty shit, especially when they performed it on stage for the first time. Even their audience was like "ummm that be looking suspicious ". Sometimes their live performance of the song was angsty af, other times it looked like they're trying to seduce one another with "hungry eyes" they were giving each other while singing. The song was also one of the reasons why Mari became so delusional about their relationship - the lyrics were written by Adrien, and especially his part hits hard and basically indicates that the guy's ready to fully engage in a relationship with a girl, sooooo. They realised the actual message of the song long after the breakup, and it became much more meaningful then. 

And for the second part of the question - yep, "Yours" was released after the breakup, when Adrien was left alone with his thoughts and feelings that he could no longer deny (lol "the sound of her voice leaving me with no choice" basically). "For A." was written some time before the breakup, but Marinette decided to keep it for herself until she heard "Yours" for the first time. She then released her mini album as a musical answer to Adrien's song.

2. Oh no, she's not, but Juleka kinda is! (Ahaha I took it as a compliment, don't worry ) She's actually not that crazy about it, but she knows a thing or two, and sometimes is like "I mean it makes sense for you and I to be complete opposites, Mari, because that's what we are astrologically - Cancer is the opposition of Capricorn, right", and Marinette absolutely loves listening to shit like that even though she doesn't really get it that much. Adrien's more of a "that shit can't be real" guy, so is Luka.

3. (I didn't get offended at all, I'm fucked up myself, BPD here as well, high five)

 Uhh yeah, Marinette was diagnosed in the past. At first she was diagnosed with mixed anxiety and depressive disorder as a teenager. Her mom noticed immediately when her problems began, and made sure she was getting psychological help as soon as possible, but when Mari turned 18 yo, she made a stupid ass decision to quit therapy. Her mom couldn't really do much about it, Marinette was already an adult after all. Later when she was 21-22 years old, she went to a psychiatrist to get some medication, BUT medication is only temporary solution for BPD. She sometimes even forgets to take her meds, so.

Adrien was never diagnosed with anything, and I don't think he suffers from any particular disorder or mental illness. He's got commitment issues, that's for sure. He knows that his way of "bonding" with other people, mostly when it comes to romantic relationships, is not considered normal, but he doesn't know how to change it, and just doesn't feel like changing it in general - until later, of course. Being truly vulnerable with someone is completely out of his comfort zone. It's easier for him to create an image of an asshole who's only up for sex and nothing else, than actually face his own fears and deal with them.

4. Luka is the only person who Adrien calls family, period. And that's only because they've known each other since childhood, so they're basically brothers (no blood relation of course). Friendship is the only type of relationship that Adrien actually understands, and it is within his comfort zone. He never had a good example of a romantic relationship as a child, after all his parents never really loved each other :") 

Oh, the age gap between Peter and the rest of the band isn't really that much visible. Well, of course Plagg is more chill than the rest of them since he went through some ups and downs of "his 20s" already, but he's a big kid at heart. And yeaaah, he likes smoking weed and getting intoxicated one way or another, but he's not an addict. He just enjoys the feeling of it, I guess. He thinks he's a connoisseur because he treats alcohol and drugs as "something that he doesn't need, but enjoys", but then he drinks literally anything they give him, so XD He's more like that "older friend who's not very serious about life, but makes some pretty intense and wise comments from time to time" to Adrien, but he's not as close to him as Luka. He is pretty close, though.

5. OHHHH MY GOD okay okay so: 

 Adrien: Fear of the Dark by Iron Maiden, Hard Rock Hallelujah by Lordi, Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi AND Bed of Roses (just because Nils Molin from Dynazty covered it), The Show Must Go On by Queen (also bcs of Nils covering it), Hardcore by Beast in Black, and many many more actually but he only participates once he's drunk af

Marinette: Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey (honestly anything by Lana lmao), Self Control by Laura Branigan, Bubblegum Bitch by Marina, Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men, some classics by Elvis and The Beatles too - she LOVES karaoke in general

6.  Okay so for Adrien - he lives in a small flat, not super fancy or anything, just a normal one-person apartment (I'm gonna make it in the Sims 4 later and show it to you all); he's got his keyboard there, his guitar (yeah he can play it, too), some vinyls because he's a huge music lover (duh), one photo album that includes mostly photos with Luka and the rest of the members of Exitium, a little note from Marinette that he keeps hidden somewhere because God forbid him to admit his feelings - it's a note written on a piece of pink paper that says "toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart  - M"; he also keeps a skull of his cat that died when Adrien was a teenager, aka his best friend besides Luka; in general his apartment is a mess most of the times, and he doesn't have much there anyways.

And for Mari - she's got tons of clothes, TONS TONS TONS of dresses (she seems to be a little addicted to buying clothes) - some also made by her mom (yes, Sabine can sew) that she loves the most; she's got plants in her room, too, but sometimes she forgets to water them and if it wasn't for Sabine keeping them alive, they would already be pretty much dead; she's also got a nice collection of crystal gems and jewellery (she loves pearls the most), a teddy bear named Buttercup that Juleka gave her (see what I did there...), and lots of other stuff; her room is full of everything and nothing, basically.

7.  THAT'S A GREAT QUESTION BUT SO HARD TO ANSWER BECAUSE I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT ANYTHING LIKE THAT but lemme think..... Marinette associates Adrien with specific scents, actually - she thinks of him whenever she smells the air after a thunderstorm and the scent of pavement after heavy rain (because it was raining after Exitium's concert and when they went to a bar later); the scent of leather, cigarettes; Adrien, however, "sees" Marinette in the sound of a singing nightingale (the thing is that Luka used to call Mari - and still calls - "birdie"/"little birdie" because she reminded him of a bird when they were dating, and Adrien kinda started associating her with birds as well). Oh, he's also got one of her crystal gem rings (a rose quartz one) that she left in the  pocket of his leather jacket once and forgot to take it back, and so it stayed with him. So that's one thing that reminds him of her.

8.  Marinette is the only child! Adrien's brother would be 5 years older than him, so he'd be 32 in the AU.

PLEASE ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO ASK ME MORE, I LOVE YOU, GOODNIGHT <3

#miraculous ladybug #music au #taulun

[hellmersy]

mini rants about my DBD survivor mains (plus the outfits I have for them) bc I have THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS. (Also sorry, ik I'm pretty much just talking about the same survivors over and over again but I'm like totally feral for them and will literally talk about them any chance I get)

Zarina Kassir: Despite being an overall good person Zarina does have a bit of a darker side to her. Her time spent undercover has affected her morals in some ways and by that I mean she has 100% killed someone before. We know from her lore that she had her Father's murderers arrested and convicted, but one time she went deep for an expo piece about a human trafficking ring and the things she witnessed in those two years changed her as a person. When all was said and done she lured the "ring master" back to his home, drugged him, set it ablaze and didn't look back. She talks with Tapp about cases that went wrong sometimes, about what they wish they had done right or better the first time, people they wish they could have saved. It's cathartic for them both in a way, nothing close to closure but something akin to it and for that she is greatfull.

David King: The reason it took David so long to come out is mostly due to the aristocratic brainwashing he has been fed since he was a child. When he came into the realm he was cold and distant but with time he became the protector, the person who fought for his friends even if it meant he died as a result. The lessons he had been taught from an early age told him that if he really was "one of those queers" then his value as a person would become non-existent and his friends and family would abandon him. His "friends" before the fog took him however, were basically tailor made to his parents expectations; All from other wealthy families, promising futures with good connections. Eventually he realized he wasn't a person to his family at all, he was a marketing campaign, a tool to expand their company further. He didn't know what to expect from these people that, despite him having died for multiple times, he still didn't truly trust, he didn't want them to be the same. So he never told them. Claudette was the first person to ask why he looked at Dwight like he was in love with him. David got defensive, then angry, then broke down sobbing. It was very dramatic. Claudette gives the best hugs for such a petite woman and he's eternally grateful for her friendship.

Mikaela Reid: Mikaela's debut to the arcane and witchcraft was a desperate attempt to contact her Father's spirit. She was 16 and alone, living in a shitty New England foster home that barely gave her the bare necessities and she just wanted to have a proper goodbye. She didn't get it... The Moonstone Cafe was her safe space, it was her salvation tucked into a little hole in the wall, but her Foster Parents had strict rules and harsh punishments that followed them. Starting her job at the Moonstone was the first good thing since her dad died, and was pretty much the only time she got out of the foster home aside from school. The second best thing was Julian, they met at one of the open mic storytelling nights and connected instantly, he was her muse and her best friend, he loved her and her stories and wanted only for her to thrive with the shit hand life dealt her. Now she mourns, because she can feel it in her soul that he's dead. The thing that took her ensured there would be no witnesses to it, and she hates it. Little does she know her hatred only makes it stronger...

Felix Richter: Felix often finds himself disassociating while not in a trial. All those years of thinking his parents were some part insane only to find out they were right all along, it broke something in him. His anxious ways are replaced by a catatonia that only Elodie can guide him out of and despite being in the realm for some time before she showed up he's only now starting to connect with others. Elodie is the one to tell him that his wife was pregnant the last she'd heard of her, that she was safe and mourning and starting to get her life back in order. This didn't exactly bring the sort of comfort that she'd hoped for.

SURVIVOR OUTFITS

Zarina Kassir 1: Asymmetrical Pink, Armored Undercover Jacket, White Denim.

Zarina Kassir 2: Easy Beanie, Convenient Jacket (Blue), Dark Denims (Teal).

Zarina Kassir 3: Defiant Shades, Leather Jacket (you only get this if you bought the chains of hate chapter, otherwise I also just use her default sometimes), Urban Cargo Pants.

David King 1: Trendy Specs (these are a rift cosmetic from Tome 11 so if you don't have them I recommend "Matinee Idol"), Dress Shirt & Suspenders, Dress Pants & Loafers.

David King 2: Golden Strands (these were a login reward during the 5th year anniversary. I think... If you don't have them I recommend "Hangover Style" 😉), Flashy Bartender, Distressed Denim (these two pieces were also part of the rift from tome 11).

David King 2.5: Stubborn Mug (or the "bloody David" headpiece if you have him at P6 after the prestige rework), Foggy Day Jacket, Cargo Trousers

David King 3: Hungover Haircut, Newsboy Vest, Checkered Past.

Mikaela Reid 1: Mystical Updo (headpiece from the current rift as of September 2022), Crescent Denim Jacket, Studded Shoes (leg piece from the current rift)

Mikaela Reid 2: Short Copper Curls, Golden Bangles (body piece from the current rift), Studded Shoes.

Mikaela Reid 3: Soft Round Crown Hat, Violet Off-Shoulder Top, Plum Thorn Tights & Shorts.

Felix Richter 1: Autumn Beard, Fashion Bomber, Business Trousers ( aka his default pants).

Felix Richter 2: Side Quiff, Designer Button-up, Boots & Blues.

Felix Richter 2.5: Charming Hair, Vested Design, Handsome Trousers (White)

Felix Richter 3: Post-Shower Hairstyle, Bowling Shirt, Ripped Midnight Jeans.

BONUS

The Huntress: Snow Ram Skull, Thick Hunters Coat, Wrapped Broad Axe.

The Artist: Inky Gaze, Nonconformist Dress, Mournful Blade (or Venous Blade).

The Trickster: Frosty Eyes, Polychrome Streetwear, Acute Head-Smasher.

The Legion: Atlas Flint Mask, Taped-Up Jumpsuit, Stealthy Blade.

The Hag: Ashen Locks, Molten Limbs, Calcified Talons.

The Pig: Reverse Bear Trap, Genuine Cool, Thorn's Kiss.

The Nurse: Dark Rose Gauze, Choking Corset, Lamenting Saw.

#dbd headcanons #dbd survivor #dbd killer #mikaela reid #david king #zarina kassir #felix richter