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redpanther23 · 2 months

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GREETINGS FROM MEOWTER SPACE.

In my travels I've come to find that I have an extremely strange family background. I'm going to be talking about it in some essays, which may contain descriptions of abuse and neglect. Here's the first one (it's long as fuck.)

On my mom's side, my great great grandmother was Creek. She was alive when I was born, and we briefly met. She was over 125 years old (nobody knows how old exactly.) The men on that side, who were all Scottish, died in their early 40s, except for my grandfather, who left when my mom was a kid. (I met him once, but my mom didn't want me to be around anyone Christian as a kid, so I never met anyone else on that side of the family.) I barely know anything about my Scottish ancestry, although growing up we called the native grapes "bullises," which is a Gaelic word for plums (they're also called muscadines, but I don't know what the truth is anymore.)

My family were subsistance farmers since before colonization, until my grandma became a schoolteacher. Our family moved to what would later be the Free State of Jones from what would later be Alabama, though I'm not sure why. During the Civil War, people in Jones county refused to fight, since nobody owned slaves in the area, and it was declared a Free State. My grandma lives in the Free State, in abject poverty with my uncle and his wife, who just scream at each other and beat their kids and neglect their 15 hoarded dogs all day. And if they have a problem with me saying so, they can eat shit and die.

My mom went to school for anthropology, and taught geology at the University of Southern Mississippi. She was extremely ashamed of how poor our background is, and I wasn't allowed to visit family much, although I wanted to very badly. I got to live with my grandma and my two adopted uncles who are around my age for a little while when we were kids, and they're some of the only positive childhood memories I have. I was extremely isolated and abused, especially by my step dad, who is currently (to my knowledge) employed as a programmer at a major video game company, as well as being a child molester starting when I was 2 or 3 years old (some of my earliest memories.) His name is Rigel Cameron Freeman. I ran away when I was 16 to live with my dad. When I told my mom what he did, she called me a liar and quit speaking to me, and that was the last I heard from her directly. So far as I know, she's been in mental hospitals pretty much since I left.

My dad's mom, whose first name was Ellen, was Ashkenazi Jewish, descended from a family who left Germany before the holocaust. She was a beatnik who was friends with Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsburg, and she had personal beef with Grace Slick over a boyfriend. My dad's first guitar was a gift from Cat Stevens, although this was something he was a little embarrassed about and only mentioned to me once. She was especially close friends with Tiny Tim. She was in California trying to break into acting, and almost got a part in the Godfather allegedly (actually all of this is alleged by my dad, I only met her once. He really didn't like her, so I don't think he would make it up.)

Then she met my grandfather, Bob Marshall, who was probably in California to do drugs (sacred family tradition.) I have reason to believe he was mostly Choctaw and possibly Irish, although on that side of the family it's traditional to claim to be "French or Italian" unless you're very drunk, and then it's okay to be Indian. They moved up to Alaska and lived on the Athabaskan reservation, where my father, Rogan Russell Marshall, was born on April 19. Later, my grandfather became a civil rights lawyer, and he defended the right for prisoners with AIDS to be desegregated (basically anyone with AIDS would die in solitary before that.)

My dad got into Emerson, dropped out because no one could afford textbooks, moved to Mississippi and started this crazy punk band, and then went ahead and wrote some movies anyway. My favorite is called the Attic Expeditions, it features Seth Green, Jeffery Combs, and Alice Cooper, and it's very trippy and fun. Unfortunately, he became disabled from the same autoimmune condition I have, ankylosing spondylitis, which, if you're born male, has much more severe symptoms (which is why I chose not to start testosterone.) AS used to be thought of as genetic, but has recently been linked to environmental pollutants, and I was likely exposed to something released by one of our many chemical factories (my uncle who abuses his kids and dogs is adopted, I mentioned earlier, grew up in my grandma's house when we were kids together, and has the same symptoms, and multiple people who lived on the same Hattiesburg street as my dad in the 90s were diagnosed.) He was living in Massachussetts in his mom's basement when he married my step mom, a public defense attourney, to get health insurance, and they lived in Miami for eight years together until she left him, shortly after I moved in.

After that, I had to drop out of high school, and I lived in hell for about seven years while I worked full time, usually multiple jobs, to take care of us, and all the cats he would bring home (as many as 13, but I ran my house like a cat ranch and it was kind of beautiful.) His physical and mental health was dogshit, he wouldn't stop doing hard drugs, and our relationship was so hopelessly abusive that I had to quit speaking to him as well. My feelings are complicated because, while I love and admire his work, and he taught me a lot of extremely valuable and positive things, the things he did to me would put him in prison if I believed in the law. I owe him everything, and at the same time, I almost wish we'd never met (I'll have to talk about that in another post as well, because it's a lot, and exremely heavy.)

My third parent, Scott Panther, I honestly don't know very well. According to local legend, and there are many about him, he's Scottish and Cherokee. He was close friends with my parents before I was born, helped start Rong (and probably came up with the best ideas for it.) He was my mom's boyfriend for a long time before I was born.

My mom met Scott and Rogan at a Rong show, I was conceived after a Rong show (Scott drove Rogan to her house), and the night I was born there was a Rong show. Scott was overdosing when my mom went into labor, and I was born at 4 AM while multiple tornadoes passed through town. Later that night, he was ready to play the show (hats off). No one told Rogan I was born, though in the full video of the show he mentions the other people in town who were born on April 18. Unfortunately, the video is probably lost - he gave all the Rong tapes to someone I don't know, and he didn't say who (he may have even been lying and threw them away.)

I inherited a lot of personality traits from Scott, as many people who know us have noticed, although I gained them not through direct teaching, or through any modern understanding of genetics. I've read that before colonization these kind of things were more common and better understood.

#red panther speaks

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simlit · 3 months

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tagged by @izayoichan | (very unexpected, who could have foreseen!)

Who is the more romantic one? Do they wish their partner was more romantic?

Obviously we know the answer to this is Yehl. This is their major conflict; Taryn's lack of emotionality against Yehl's, perhaps, overemotional nature. Yehl constantly wishes Taryn was different in this aspect, and a lot of times, Taryn wishes he was different, himself.

What's something they can never agree on?

Sleeping indoors lmao

Who said 'I love you' first?

Again, we know this was Yehl (and only just recently, too!). Tbh, I'm more happy with the way it came about in the prose. It's more fitting.

Who is more likely to steal the other's clothes? What are their favorite items to steal?

Welp. Lmao I think every answer is just "Yehl". But well, it just wouldn't work the other way around now would it xD Tbf, there wouldn't be any clothes-swapping going on in canon, in Modern AU it's still pretty rare, because their styles are so very different and not really fit for sharing. But now and again after a night together, Yehl will put on Taryn's button up shirts and nothing else (Taryn's favorite ofc, ofc).

What are their favorite activities to do together?

*coughs* PG answer: Travel. This doesn't happen for a long time, Not till long after things have settled post original novel timeline. Then when Yeryn can finally be "together" in a domestic sense, before they build Lazu'Lei, and during that period before Zehel is born, they spend a lot of their time traveling, both for political reasons, but mostly so Yehl can see the world. Taryn promises to take him everywhere, and he's very committed to this promise.

Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)?

Valerian, their number one most devoted simp fan, and Judine. They get little support from the "other side" i.e. the dragonkin, and many still have reservations about their union even after the war. But Judine's friendship with Taryn persists. He is one of the few elves who never doubted Taryn's heart, and he has a good understanding of what he means to Yehl.

Which one is more kind-hearted and who angers easily first?

Both of these answers are, yet again, Yehl lol. The little paradox he is.

What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

Bury Now | Crywolf

Who does what chores? Which chore do they both avoid?

Cop-out answer. Neither. Benefits of being a King and a Prince lol.

What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

They don't have many of these, but the most meaningful one is during Iphelia, the elven spring festival and biggest holiday for Yehl's people, Taryn always prepares him a traditional meal in accordance to elven Rules of Hunt. He does this by hand, it's the only time Taryn ever "cooks" or does anything related. I made a post about this once! Though they never eat together, Taryn always sits in on Yehl's mealtimes just to enjoy the closeness.

How do they silently show love or affection towards the other?

Yehl always stays close to Taryn. It's as much for his own sense of security as it is to show affection, as Yehl's past trauma dictates most of his actions. He feels a constant need for protection, so he'll gravitate to wherever Taryn is unless circumstance keeps them apart. Taryn is almost entirely non-verbal as far as how he shows love. Aside from the obvious, sex being his primary tool of communication, he actually does become very affectionate (somewhat surprising to me) over the course of the novel. Especially with the way he handles Yehl as his feelings for him begin to shift. These can be quite fleeting things, like brushing the small of Yehl's back as he passes him, or the way he begins to instinctively draw Yehl into his side, especially when around others. His defensiveness and need to protect, but also possessiveness comes out, and he'll often put an arm around Yehl and bring him close just to "secure" him, quite literally.

If they had a movie (or other fiction) couple equivalent, what couple would it be and why?

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are the most equivalent. It's one of the things that drew me to TGCF, initially, because I actually didn't find it until some years after AoA, and immediately drew parallels between the nature of their relationship. Hua Cheng's legendary simping did inspire some of my rewriting with Taryn. I would say it is mostly their relationship dynamic, though. Not so much their personalities. Yehl is nothing like Lian (aside from maybe Lian's darker days during the Yong'an arc). But I do love to do this thing in the story where the wife (or "submissive" role) is far strong or more powerful than the dominant role. This is true for both Yeryn (Celaedian arc onward) and Naiven. This directly mirrors Hua Cheng and Xie Lian's dynamic. But honestly, HC is the superior simp. He'd never hurt XL. Taryn can't fucking relate.

What is the sweetest thing they've done for one another?

I'd say Taryn's is the above answer (the Iphelia breakfast). Yehl's isn't really a "thing", but something he said. Which is the line where he tells Taryn that he can never see his own mother again, but Taryn still can and that "he wants that for him". I think that singular line completely broke Taryn lmao, because it was the first time he ever realized Yehl had the capacity to love him as a person, and not just in a lustful or selfish way.

Which one is more likely to think Valentine's Day is lame?

Taryn, lmao. But he would never cuz that would upset His Highness.

How do they comfort each other?

Yehl knows that Taryn is his own worst enemy. So he will always try to get his mind away from whatever is bothering him, usually by asking him questions, trying to change the subject, or make Taryn think of something else. Because if he's mentally preoccupied with a different thought, then he can't beat himself up. For Taryn, he always comforts Yehl physically. He's still not great at understanding how to be "uplifting" otherwise lol. But most of the time Yehl really does just need to be held, so it works anyways.

What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

Sitting together in the quiet of a terrace overlooking the forest. Just listening to the sounds of night and being close. Talking idly about things that don't really matter, or saying nothing. Just enjoying the peace and tranquility of nature.

What is their favorite or most admired quality in the other?

For Yehl, it's Taryn's confidence. It's the thing he lacks most. Taryn is unafraid of most things, and faces them boldly, head on. Yehl wishes he was more like this. But he most loves Taryn's level-headed nature. For Taryn, it's Yehl's ability to accept his own flaws. His self-awareness, if you want to say that. That Yehl knows exactly who and what he is, and that he doesn't take his shortcomings out on others, but rather embraces them. Taryn always feels guilty for one thing or another, but never truly learns to make his peace with his flaws.

Which one apologizes first? How do they apologize?

Yehl. Sort of messily. He likes to apologize because things bother him, not necessarily because he did something wrong. Taryn is so unbothered by everything, so Yehl takes it upon himself to get upset over things he does or says on Taryn's behalf lmao. Even still he's reluctant about it lmao (so self-inflicted).

What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

Lmao the way I knew the answer to this the instant I read it. When Yehl calls Taryn "Your Majesty". Anytime Yehl addresses Taryn by his title or uses official/honorifics it's always, always to troll. Because he knows Taryn absolutely hates to be called by his title, and Yehl knows exactly what he's doing. Sometimes he does it specifically to piss Taryn off but these moments are few and far between. But to have Yehl say "Your Majesty" is the one way to ensure he'll be waking up unable to walk, because that shit gets Taryn.

What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far?

Yehl's death. Despite everything, and the fact that Taryn loves him unfailingly as Celaedian, he knows the burden the role brings, and all of the excess pain Yehl has to endure because of it. Even after Yehl "has his revenge", Taryn never ceases to feel that he, in some aspects, ruined Yehl's life. And, in some aspects, it is kind of true. As much as Yehl insists otherwise, the fact is he can't escape his life as Celaedian, and he can never go back to being "Yehl".

What is their favorite place to kiss their partner? Do either enjoy 'leaving a mark'?

For Yehl, Taryn's shoulders and arms. The place he holds his strength, and where he's most protected. For Taryn, similarly shoulders and neck, but stomach and thighs, too. The places where Yehl is most fragile and feminine. And yes, they both share a biting fetish. Taryn being the giver and Yehl being the receiver obvi. Taryn loves to mark Yehl, it all ties into his possessive dragon nature, but Yehl is more than happy to oblige him lol.

Which one is more adventurous in the bedroom? Which one has more experience?

Love this question, cuz I love expectation flips lmao. The answer to both is Yehl. Yehl was always the most experienced, having been pretty loose prior to meeting Taryn. He used sex as a way of spiting his father, but also attempting to fill a void inside him. By contrast, Taryn had never been with anyone before Yehl, and had to act entirely off of sheer animal instinct. Still, I wouldn't say either of them are crazy adventurous, they're very straight forward in the bedroom, and a lot of that has to do with Taryn's specific "kinks" i.e. Taryn having to be able to see Yehl's face during, and being the one to service (he doesn't enjoy Yehl to do so, Yehl must be worshipped everywhere, even in bed lmao).

Include one of your favorite moments between them!

Gosh this is so hard because I have so many lmao. I think I usually say when Taryn vows himself to Yehl, and it probably is my ~ultimate~ favorite moment. But the rewrite has had so many small scenes I just love between them. I'll say (again, probably not Valetine's appropriate cuz this scene hurts), towards the beginning of the prose during the monsoon, where they're sitting together on the chaise in Yehl's room and Yehl realizes he can't control Taryn. When Taryn tells him white is his favorite color, but he resents that it's "Yehl's color". The way that breaks Yehl entirely, as he begins to understand that he knows so little about Taryn, but that he deeply desires Taryn's attention. Idk why I just love the way it hurts so much and tells even more.

#jade babbles #ask game #I'll just go ahead and post it on its own #so I don't get cut off by wordcount or whatever #thank you for sending!

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Eddie Munson ~ You’re Mine

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18 +. Fingering. Choking. Spanking. Hair Pulling. Possessive Eddie. Edging. Unprotected sex. Praising (Please let me know if I missed something)

a/n: I'm so sorry this request took a little longer to post. I have been going through it lol. But here it is! This was requested from my Wattpad. I want to make a disclosure for this one. I mention hair pulling, and I don't usually mention hair or anything like that in my NEW one shots, so let me know if it's not appropriate or singles some readers out because I will change it if necessary. I like to be as neutral as possible so that everyone can enjoy my stories. So, please, let me know. Also, mama Penman's Paradise is coming out lol. This story does not use protection, but please do not have unprotected sex y'all. It is so dangerous and unsafe, and unless you're ready to have a baby, don't do it. Always use some form of contraception, okay? Okay. Now that I got that out of the way, my next post will be a Henry Creel/001 smut and then, FINALLY, a male reader story (I know some of my readers have been waiting for that). I am packing to travel, so bare with me if it takes a little longer for the next few stories to be posted. As always, thank you all for the support, and I hope you enjoy this one!

You opened your locker and began gathering the things you’d need for the weekend with a sigh. For some reason, teachers never understood that students did not want to do homework on the only two days off during the week. Yet they still assigned work each weekend. You placed a couple textbooks in your bag and when you looked up again, hanging right where you put it a few months ago was a photo of you and Eddie. Your lips lifted into a smile as you looked at it. You and Eddie had been dating for eight months. You met when you and your mother moved to the Forest Trailer Park, but you didn’t start hanging out until the summer before senior year. During those couple of months, you and he got really close, spending almost every waking moment with one another. At first, you were worried that when school started back up, he would forget about you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he started offering you rides and invited you to eat lunch with him and his friends. It only took Eddie a month into senior year to ask you to be his girlfriend, which you enthusiastically accepted.

Once the two of you started dating, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that Eddie was insecure about your relationship. He would constantly tell you that you were out of his league and that you deserved someone better. So, you would always reassure him that he was perfect for you, followed by plenty of kisses and cuddles. But soon, Eddie started to grow possessive of you. You noticed it when he started to hold you a little tighter when Steve, one of your best friends, was around. He wouldn’t let you sit anywhere but his lap, and his hands never left your body. When you brought it up to him, Eddie just told you that he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his and then dropped the subject.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on your locker door.

“Knock, knock,” Steve said, slightly shutting the metal door to expose himself.

You chuckled and shut it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“So,” Steve said, moving to stand in front of you, “my parents are out of town tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to walk away, but Steve’s hand grabbing your forearm stopped you. You turned back to him and yanked your arm from his hold.

“Steve, no.”

“What?” He asked, whining a little. “Come on. It’ll be good for us. We need a night to just get shit-faced drunk and be stupid teens.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped.

“Need I remind you, Steve, the last time you held a get-together-”

“I know what happened the last time, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But it’s different now. All that Upside Down shit is over.”

Steve nudged your shoulder.

“Come on. You and Eddie can come, and I’ll invite Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and a few others. It’ll be fun.”

You just stared at your friend for a beat. He raised his eyebrows.

“So? What do you say?”

The two of you just held the other’s gaze until you heaved a sigh.

“Fine. What time?”

Steve started to smile like a little kid.

“Eight o clock,” he said as he began to walk away. “I’ll see you two later.”

Before you could turn around to see who he was referring to, Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight to his side. You looked at your boyfriend and nuzzled into him.

“Hey, baby.”

His eyes weren’t on you, though. Instead, Eddie’s stare was locked on Steve’s retreating figure.

“Hey,” he said, voice sounding distant. “What, uh, what did Steve want?”

You tried to pull out of Eddie’s grip, but his hand stayed firmly on your waist.

“He’s hosting a party tonight. It’s at eight, and I said we would go.”

Eddie’s lips formed into a straight line, and his stare hardened a little. His body went rigid, and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him.

“Unless you don’t want to go. I can tell him we won’t be there.”

Your statement had him relaxing against you. He turned his stare to you, smiled, and shook his head. It always amazed you how he could change his attitude so quickly when he looked at you. It made you melt every time. Eddie cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb in tiny circles.

“No, baby, it’s alright.” He placed a sweet kiss on your nose. “If my girl wants to get all dressed up and go to a party, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Your stomach did a somersault as you bit your bottom lip. Even after eight months, you couldn’t figure out how Eddie still managed to give you butterflies like you had just met. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smile into the kiss, making your heart flutter. When you pulled back, Eddie gave you a small peck, then led you to his van.

The drive back to the trailer park was quick. Eddie let you ramble on about how you couldn’t believe Ms. O’Donnell assigned a whole paper over the weekend and how excited you were to go to Steve’s party. Before you knew it, he was pulling in front of your house. It wasn’t as if you lived far from one another. In fact, you could see Eddie’s trailer from yours, but he still insisted that he drop you off every time. You gave a quick goodbye kiss before hopping out and entering your home. It wouldn’t be long before Eddie would be back. He didn’t stay far for very long. So, you went to your room and started working on your paper. You were so wrapped up in the assignment that you didn’t realize the afternoon had gotten away from you until a light knock came from your front door, and Eddie entered.

“Babe?” You heard him shout from the living room. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, so don’t freak out.”

Your head swiveled to the clock and realized it was already past dinner.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered to yourself as you stood from your desk and hurried to your closet.

Eddie walked into your room just as you were rustling through your clothes. When you looked over at him, a tiny chuckle fell from your lips. He was wearing the same black distressed jeans, leather jacket, and Dio denim vest he wore to school. The only thing he changed was his shirt from his Hell Fire top to a black v-neck. Even though he didn’t do much, his version of getting dressed up still made him look amazing. Something about the way his guitar pick chain hung over his chest made your legs tighten. You quickly looked away and grabbed an outfit from your closet. You paired some high-waisted jeans with an off-the-shoulder top that showed a little bit of midriff. Eddie watched you as you moved around your room, putting the finishing touches on your look. When you were standing in front of your mirror, making sure everything looked perfect, he stood up from your bed and moved to stand behind you. His hands traveled from your exposed shoulders down your arms. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your neck. His curls tickled your skin, and you could feel the goosebumps rising anywhere his hands touched. He looked at you through the mirror, and you asked, “You ready to go?”

A small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing every inch of bare skin his lips could find. “Maybe we could be a little late, if you know what I mean.”

Your stomach did a flip as you moved your head out of the way to give him better access to your neck. His hands found your waist, and he pulled your body flush with his. You could feel his heart racing in his chest and him growing harder with every kiss he planted on your body. A small moan fell from your lips, and you could feel him smile against you. Every part of you reacted to him. Your heart fluttered, and your core clenched. You couldn’t think of a time he didn’t have that effect on you. But just as his fingers found the button of your jeans, you slowly turned in his arms to face him.

“Maybe later, baby. We have a party to get to, remember?”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan but nodded nonetheless.

By the time you got to Steve’s house, the place was packed, forcing Eddie to park a little farther down the road. Once his van was in park, you both got out and headed for Steve’s house. You could hear the music blasting from down the road, and by the time you reached Steve’s driveway, your whole body was vibrating from the bass. It was a good thing Steve practically lived in the middle of nowhere because had there been neighbors, the police would have already shut down the party. Teenagers you recognized as your classmates littered the front yard. There were definitely more than a few people, like Steve had originally said. You and Eddie entered the house and did your best to navigate your way through the mob of people. When you finally reached an opening, you saw Steve standing by a beer pong table. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw your friend. You went to move closer to him, but Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side. You looked at him, but before you could say anything, Steve approached you two.

“Hey!” He shouted over the loud music. “You two finally made it!”

His words were slurring, and he was a bit wobbly on his feet.

“I’ve been getting my ass kicked because I didn’t have my pong buddy,” Steve said, nudging your shoulder.

You laughed at him. It wasn’t very often you saw Steve let loose, and when he did, it was always so out of character that it was comical.

“Well, I’m here now. Shall we?”

Steve hooted before turning back to the people standing around the table. You gave Eddie a quick kiss and went to follow Steve, but Eddie’s grip tightened on your hip. When you turned to look at him again, you noticed he wasn’t focused on you. His stare was hard as he watched Steve saunter back to the pong table. His lips were in a straight line, and his usually warm eyes were cold.

“Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek, “everything okay?”

His grip loosened, and he pulled his arm away from your body. His stature was still rigid.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a weak smile. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink.”

Eddie placed a kiss on the top of your head before walking away. You made your way to the pong table and joined Steve. It took you a few drinks to loosen up, but once you did, you and Steve dominated. Every couple that came up against you two left drunker than they were when they started the game. Together, you and Steve were undefeated.

You could feel a good buzz coursing through your veins as you tossed the ball and sunk it into one of the cups. You threw your arms in the air, cheering before wrapping them around Steve’s neck. He lifted you up and spun you around, hollering as well. The other team attempted to sink their ball and missed. Steve picked up the ball and threw it. You all watched as the tiny sphere plopped into the last cup. You and Steve cheered, and he picked you up again. Both of you were laughing and celebrating your fifth win of the night. When Steve finally placed you back on the floor, you turned to try and find Eddie. At first, you couldn’t find him until your eyes landed on his figure leaning against the far wall. The cold look from before was on his face. One of his hands was balled into a fist at his side as he sipped his drink. At first, he wasn’t looking at you, but when his hard stare finally met yours, it didn’t soften. His eyes were darker than you were used to, and something inside you awoke. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or if that was just the effect he had on you. But either way, you left the pong table and Steve behind, gravitating toward Eddie like a sailor to a siren’s call. Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walked across the room, and when you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you. His hand was unusually low on your back, causing your already racing heart to nearly explode.

“Are you okay?” You asked, the question coming out a little breathier than you had intended.

Being so close to him, you could see how dark Eddie’s eyes truly were. They were like two black holes, and you so badly wanted to be sucked into them. Eddie’s arm tightened around your waist before he turned and started walking the two of you away from the flock of people. He moved you through the crowd until you were walking out onto Steve’s pool deck. There were a few people sitting outside smoking, so Eddie guided you to a more secluded area. When he was sure no one was near the two of you, he took a seat, then pulled you onto his lap. He made sure your back was pressed against his chest. His hands rested on your thighs, and his mouth found your neck almost instantly. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected feel of his lips on your bare skin.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” You asked, trying your best to not give away the fact that you were slowly getting turned on.

Eddie nipped at your neck before his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

His fingers started tracing circles on your thighs, moving up and down and sending chills running down your spine. You swallowed a moan.

“What?”

His lips peppered kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“You know,” he began. “Hanging all over Steve and spending the majority of your night with him instead of me. So, I will ask again.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, and you could feel your core tighten.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

He dragged the back of his fingers up your legs until they found your midriff. They brushed over the button on your jeans before he started to tug on your waistband. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and aching for him to devour every inch of your body. But when you didn’t answer his question, Eddie nipped at your ear lobe and said lowly, “You know I don’t like when you hang around other guys.”

You shut your eyes and leaned your head back just slightly.

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

You could feel Eddie’s erection, and you couldn’t help but grind into him a little. He let out a few quiet moans into your ear, lighting a fire within you. You grinded a little longer until you couldn’t handle the ache that you felt in your core any longer.

“I want to go,” you said, breathless. “I want to go back to the van.”

You didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to see the sly smirk that was playing on his lips as he said, “As you wish, babe.”

He stood, and his hands were on your waist as he walked you back into the house. You were bumping into people, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting into the van and getting back to your house so Eddie could have his way with you. But Steve called after you and stopped you.

“Hey! You’re leaving already?” He shouted from the living room.

You went to turn around to answer him when Eddie released your hips, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from him. It was hard to keep pace with him as he towed you through the party and out the front door. Eddie never looked back, though. With each step he took, the music and people slowly started to fall away until it was just the two of you at his van. You went to move toward the passenger side door, but Eddie pulled you away. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but before you could ask him what he was doing, he spoke.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he opened the back of the van.

There was a blanket and a few pillows thrown haphazardly on top of it. You didn’t know how you missed it when you first got in the van, but it didn’t matter. Eddie was holding his hand out, and you didn’t hesitate to take it and climb in. Eddie followed you before shutting the doors, plunging you into near darkness. The moon shining through the windshield was the only light illuminating the inside of the van. It cast shadows over Eddie’s face that made him look darker than usual. He looked like a predator, and you felt like you were his prey, sitting under his calculating stare. Your heart was racing in anticipation. All you wanted was Eddie’s hands all over your body. You wanted to feel his tongue trace every hill and canyon on your body. Your legs clenched at the thought.

You sat under Eddie’s stare for another minute before crawling closer to him and planting your lips on his. It was hungry and fervent. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you tried to get as close to him as humanly possible. But your efforts were shot down when Eddie’s fingers curled around your wrists and pulled you off him. You looked at him with bewilderment. He pushed you back into a sitting position and released your hands. His eyes were lustful as he looked at you. It was a look you weren’t used to, but you liked it. He licked his lips.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Y/N. So, you’re not in charge. I am. Understand?”

Your mouth was watering, and your body was buzzing. You wanted to disregard what Eddie was saying and pounce on top of him. You wanted him undressed, and on top of you so badly you could just rip his clothes off. But you didn’t. Instead, you just nodded and said, “Mhm.”

A smirk pulled at Eddie’s lips.

“Good, girl,” he said before nodding toward you. “Now, undress for me.”

You were like putty in his hands. Without hesitation, you wiggled out of your clothes, leaving you completely nude in front of him. The eagerness you were feeling was a wild thing inside of you. It was almost too much to contain as you sat there, waiting for him to put his hands on you. But he didn’t move right away. Instead, Eddie’s eyes traveled the entire length of your body. He was taking every inch of you in like he was trying to memorize you. You were already squirming, but the way he looked at you made you want him even more than before. When his eyes crawled back up to meet yours, he leaned forward, pushed you back, and pinned your body down with his. The rough fabric of his denim jack against your bare nipples was sensational. You bucked your hips up a little and were met with the cold metal of Eddie’s handcuff belt. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected sensation, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. His belt was in the perfect spot to rub against your clit, and you were desperate. You needed to feel some friction. But Eddie wasn’t having it. He placed one of his hands on your hip, shoving it down against the blanket.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”

You were practically shaking. Between how husky his voice was and the feeling of his body pressed against yours, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You shook your head.

“No.”

Eddie leaned his face a little closer to yours, his dark curls creating a curtain over the two of you.

“Keep being bad and see what happens, Y/N.”

Before you could even comprehend what he had said, his lips pressed against yours before making their trek south. They traveled over your neck, then over your breast. He licked your nipple, then kept going down your navel and over your hip bones before he was hovering over your core. You could feel his warm breath teasing you. He took his forefinger and rubbed it over your core before pulling it up into the light. It was glistening, and he hummed in approval.

“So wet, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute before moving his hand back down and sliding his middle finger inside of you. A long moan fell from your lips at finally feeling even just a part of him touching where you most wanted him. He did a few strokes before adding his ring finger as well. You shut your eyes and dipped your head back. With each stroke, you could feel the cool of his rings brushing up against your pussy. The sweet contrast between the warmth of his fingers and his cold rings was enough to send you over the edge. But then Eddie moved his thumb over your clit and started to rub soft, small circles. You couldn’t help the moans that were pouring out of you at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Eddie was taking his time. Each stroke was slow and measured. He made sure the length of his fingers went all the way in before he curled them and pulled them out. His thumb played with your clit, carefully rubbing round and round, making you a moaning mess. And you wanted more. So, you planted your feet and started to thrust into Eddie’s fingers. The extra depth made you moan even louder, but it didn’t last long. As soon as you started to lift your hips, Eddie quickly removed his fingers from you.

Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him with a whine.

“Why did you stop?”

Eddie took his jackets off, pulled his shirt over his head, then started unbuckling his pants.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

“But I was enjoying-”

Eddie’s hand was around your throat, stopping your sentence. His calloused fingers gripped the sides of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. You knew that they were going to leave a mark, but you could care less. He leaned a little closer to you until his face was only inches from yours.

“I said, roll over.”

His hand released your throat, then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your belly. You could hear him remove his pants before his hands lifted you onto your knees. He ran a hand over your spine, causing you to arch your back into his touch. His rings burned a trail from your ass up to the back of your head. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“You’ve been bad all night,” he said, slapping your ass.

You sucked in a breath before a smile pulled at your lips.

“You didn’t want to listen to me when I just told you to stay still.” Another slap. “And you wanted to be all over another guy at the party.” Another slap.

His free hand slid under your torso until it found your throat again. His bare body was leaning over yours, and you could feel his hard erection against your ass. You looked at him through the corner of your eye.

“I’m gonna show you what happens to my girl when she doesn’t listen,” he said before releasing your throat and sliding into you without warning.

You gasped at how full you felt suddenly, but that gasp quickly turned into a moan. Eddie thrusted into you hard, and you gasped again.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he grunted out with each thrust. “And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows.”

He pushed into you again. Every thrust was rough and unmeasured, but he hit your pleasure spot each time. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your back again. He grabbed another handful of hair, yanking your head back. You let out a long, loud moan that melted into Eddie’s groans. The sound of skin smacking against skin and pleasure pouring from both of you filled the van. You were breathing heavily, and so was Eddie. The windows began to fog, and you could feel sweat beading up on your back.

Eddie released your hair, running his hand down the length of your back before slapping your ass and sliding it over your thigh until it found your clit. He rubbed circle after circle in time with his rough thrusts. Your knees were hurting, and you were sure they were going to be bruised. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was how Eddie found a way to let his fingers and rings rub against you in perfect sync creating a sensation you had never felt before.

You were moaning and didn’t even care how loud you were. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every circle Eddie’s fingers made. Your whole body was shaking, and you could feel yourself starting to clench around Eddie. He pushed into you a few more times before pulling out and removing his hand from your clit. You let out a frustrated groan before Eddie flipped you over without warning. He threw your legs wide, positioned himself over you, then shoved himself into you again. You threw your head back and moaned, long and low. But Eddie grabbed your face, his fingers pressing into both your cheeks and forced you to look at him.

“I want to watch you go, baby. I want to see just how good I make you feel.”

His fingers dug into your cheeks as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you. He used his free hand to grab one of yours and place it over your clit. You didn’t have to ask what he wanted you to do. Without even thinking about it, you started to pleasure yourself as he slammed into you. Eddie watched your hand go to work and groaned.

“Oh, good girl,” Eddie said, dragging out the word “good.” “Keep going, baby.”

Eddie’s praise nearly sent you over the edge. You wanted to hear him call you a “good girl” over and over again. Your breathing was uneven as you whimpered with pleasure. Eddie’s hand never left your face, and with every rough thrust, you could feel his fingers dig deeper into your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting closer, your core clenching around Eddie. You could tell he was getting closer by how sloppy he was getting.

“Say my name, baby,” he begged you, and you obliged.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned, “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”

His hand slid from your face down to your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You could feel his rings imprinting themselves into your skin. You rubbed faster, and Eddie slammed into you harder. You could feel your stomach tightening as your climax got closer and closer until, finally, you were unraveling. Your body trembled underneath Eddie’s as he thrusted into you several more times before he came inside of you. He stayed on top of you for another second before finally pulling out and falling next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. The windows were fogged over, and you were sure that it would be a dead giveaway what just went down if anyone happened to walk by the van. You looked over to Eddie and took him in for a second before he finally turned to look at you too.

“You wanna swing by the diner for something to eat?” Eddie asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of you at his question.

“It’s late, though.”

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I could really go for some waffles right now.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

Eddie jumped up and started handing you your clothes before he got dressed. When you were both decent again, he helped you climb into the front seat and then joined you. He took your hand in his and drove off toward the diner. You stared at him. There was no doubt that you were absolutely in love with him. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and made a mental note: you would definitely be bad more often if that was the kind of treatment you’d get.

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hexpea · 16 days

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Ch. 14 - Bridal

Back in the present, the bullet train had finished its travels and you found yourself back at your apartment in Hokkaido with an ever-changing Seiko. The days following your return from Tokyo, you saw increased signs of their possession. They would often murmur things in their sleep that you couldn't quite make out. Their body had paled as they refused to eat. It was as if they were resisting something with all of their might. But at least the two of you had found peace after your fight in Tokyo, for now.

With the divorce papers now officially turned in and processed, you were able to obtain a wedding license with Seiko. Your mother had also arrived as a visit, to help you plan your wedding. Your original plans had been to just sign the papers with Seiko and call it a day, but with your parents back in the picture, they wanted to have a happy celebration focused all around you, unlike last time. Your friends, family, and fellow sorcerers would all be in attendance. The plan was to have it in Tokyo against your better judgement, just so more could attend. You'd use the school's event hall as the location. Though it wouldn't be as extravagant as your first wedding, it was still more than you could ask for but you were happy to feel the love.

One sunny morning, a few weeks after the debacle, you and your mother sipped on warm tea at the kitchen table -- wedding binder in pieces as you discussed color options for the bridesmaids. A few of your friends were happy to be a part of the wedding party, Ieiri included.

"You know Shoko's going to whine about having to wear that high of a heel, Mom," you chuckled as the two of you debated the details.

"Well, she needs to get over it," your mother snickered with you. "That girl, always casually troublesome." You rolled your eyes at her comments.

"I'm not going to force her to wear something she doesn't want to. Quite honestly, she'll just take them off the minute the ceremony's over and walk barefoot during the reception." You assured her. Ieiri had a carefree attitude, always calm, collected, and practical -- unless she'd been drinking. You knew she would immediately get comfortable the minute she could.

As the two of you chirped about the potential palettes, Seiko's voice could be heard coming from the bedroom. The particular stressed tone of their voice had caught your attention and you excused yourself from the table and made your way down the short hallway. Ever since the incident in Tokyo, you felt as though you had to always be vigilant. You never knew when the next episode could happen despite Seiko's reassurances.

Upon entering the bedroom, you found Seiko sitting on the edge of the bed still in their sleepwear. They were staring blankly at the wall with their eyes rolled back just as you had found them that day in Tokyo. A chill ran up your spine as soon as you saw it, but you tried to remain calm just as Ieiri had advised you.

"Seiko...are you okay?" You asked hesitantly, your voice almost as quiet as a mouse. It was a disturbing sight you didn't want to get used to.

Suddenly, their eyes returned to their position as they turned to look at you. "I'm fine, don't worry," they reassured you with a weak smile. "Sorry."

But you weren't convinced, again. Their voice seemed different, even colder than before, and more sinister than usual. As you approached them, you overheard them mumbling to someone, or something, that wasn't visible.

"I told you to stay quiet," Seiko muttered before you made your way over, his gaze shifting as though he was addressing an entity within them. But it was loud enough for you to hear, causing your heart to race and a shiver to run down your spine.

What was happening to Seiko?! Who were they talking to?!

"Seiko, who are you talking to?" You dared to ask, voice trembling as you sat down on the edge of the bed next to them.

They turned back to your attention once more, their expression clouded. "No one, I...I was just lost in thought." Their answer was completely rushed. "I think the stress of the wedding is getting to me, especially since the whole divorce thing," they chuckled nervously.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The possession had taken a stronger grip on Seiko, and whatever was speaking to them, you had a sinking suspicion that it was someone from some sort of cursed object. You had to find a way to uncover the truth, for Seiko's sake and your own. At that point, you were desperate to know who and why.

"I'll leave it alone...for now," you said sternly, "but we need to have a talk later about what's going on. Don't pretend like there isn't." You had no time for arguments, not in front of your mother, at least.

Seiko simply nodded, a bit nervously as their hands gripped the comforter under them. "Right, we will. I promise."

You stared at them for a few seconds, holding your expression of concern. "Good. I really don't want to start off our marriage with secrets." Your voice shook a little toward the end of your statement, the secrets of your own coming back to haunt your memories. Questions of should you or shouldn't you filled your head. With it being so long after, you wondered if admitting it then would just cause more damage.

With the makeshift wedding that you had planned with the help of your mother drawing nearer by the day, the day of your bridal shower 'slash' bachelorette party had arrived. You insisted that you didn't need one, but your mother had insisted you have a night of fun with your friends and invite them up to Hokkaido.

But she was right, you did need it. Seeing Ieiri again after what had happened last time you saw her was quite a relief. You and your friends all had a great time bar-hopping, getting completely shit-faced as if it were something well-deserved. And it was. The taxi ride home alone was, honestly, depressing. You didn't want the night to end and you were emotional. Tears stained your cheeks, tears of laughter and tears of sadness. The emotions told you that you had gotten exceptionally drunk, a precursor to the morning you were about to have.

The city lights passed you by as you sat in the back of the car, the driver completely silent as the drove on back to your apartment. Your thoughts traveled to the wedding, Seiko's odd behavior, and...him.

That night was such a mistake, you thought. And the fact that you hadn't told Seiko but, in fact, lied about it made everything worse. You felt like the biggest piece of garbage, not worthy of someone like Seiko. But with the way Seiko was acting, maybe they knew? They seemed much more irritated, and the medical episodes they swore were childhood epilepsy popping back up were incredibly concerning. You knew it was more than that. The fact that they weren't willing to tell their truth made you feel all the more guilty of your own.

But Satoru... You had once been so close to him, growing up side-by-side with irritating parents who shoved tradition down your throats. If Geto hadn't come into the picture, you swore something could have blossomed on its own between you. Though in adolescence he became an annoying prick, he had a certain charm about him and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you never felt anything for him at that time. Ieiri would tease you all the time about it in all actuality. The arranged marriage had soured everything. The distance hadn't helped, but being forced by an outside hand had thrown your relationship completely askew. But there you were, in the back of a taxi completely inebriated and in love with him.

You had your phone in front of you, glowing brightly from the night, with Satoru's contact information on the screen. You twisted up a drunken smile, your hidden thoughts acting for you rather than your rational ones. In a second, your thumb had pressed the dial button. You held the phone up to your ear and stared into the night as it rang and rang. It was almost three in the morning, so he probably wasn't awake but that wasn't going to stop you.

And surprisingly enough, he picked up. "Hello?" His voice was husky with sleep as he answered.

"Satoruuu...!" You drew out, your voice loud enough to cause the taxi driver to jump.

Gojo sleepily giggled, realizing that you were drunk out of your mind. It gave him a bit of relief. Your call woke him up and he assumed that something had gone wrong with Seiko again, but he was lucky this time. "Why hello, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to call you," you giggled back, your words heavily slurring.

He chuckled back, completely amused by your cute demeanor. "You know what time it is, right?" He asked you as if you were like a child.

"Hmm..." you thought about it briefly, "no idea, actually." You felt the words you had hidden in the back of your mind bubbling behind your lips. It was still coming out as tiny giggles. "But you know what, Satoru?"

"What's that?" He asked. You could hear his smile from over the phone. He wouldn't say it, but he thought the world of you.

"I love you," you playfully drew out the word. Though your tone was playful, you were completely serious and a bit of that was obvious through that tone.

Satoru was silent for a few seconds as your giggles quieted down. He was a bit lost in thought, thrown off by your choice of words while also trying to play them off. But he couldn't do it. "I miss you, Y/N," he said, breaking the silence.

His words had sobered you up quickly to a point where you sat up a bit straighter in the backseat. You swallowed hard, suddenly unable to continue the conversation. Immediately, you ended the call and Satoru was left with a dial tone. Not long after, you found yourself in front of your apartment building. As soon as the driver pulled away from the curb, you found yourself suddenly upchucking into some foliage just outside the door. As soon as you finished, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and hurried onto the elevator with your face as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, Gojo laid back down on his pillow and put his phone down to stare at the ceiling. He knew you were just drunk, but he also knew how much alcohol could speak. You wouldn't have had that night together just a few weeks prior if it weren't for that wine. A part of him felt a bit of guilt seeing as you might not have had those feelings if it weren't for his petty games. Though, to him, it wasn't a game. His feelings for you that had grown during your arranged marriage had remained. It was his biggest regret, not being truthful despite your partnered attempts to 'make things work' during that time. He knew how much you hated the arranged situation and didn't want to push himself onto you more than he already had, you had made that promise on your wedding night. But goddamn he wished he did.

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tsutsumi-kurose · 5 months

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okay i'm probably getting ahead of myself but i'm SO excited for the clock keepers' trial bc i'm constantly puzzling over all the time fuckery in tbhk and specifically wondering about how all of the time travel seems to center around nene. and i've been wondering, is this just bc she's the heroine so we see most of the story through her eyes? I feel like that's possible, but we get a lot of perspectives that aren't hers and scenes where she's not there as well!! so i think maybe it is specific to nene! and if so, she might be in some hot water with this trial, on account of her extensive list of:

time crimes!

(even if she didn't really have any control over them lol, they still all revolve around her! and i don't know how understanding the clock keepers are about that sort of thing...)

so before the trail, let's revisit nene's time crimes! (and let me know if i missed any!)

time crime 1: meeting amane as a student after escaping the place between worlds. this is the first one, but perhaps also the one that could get her in the most trouble, as she straight up stole a key from the past and brought it to the present! who knows what butterfly effect that may have had!

time crime 2: transporting to the 1964 star festival and chatting with a little amane! unintentional as always, but she left an impression, and figured out how to get herself back to her own time. impressive time skills with worrying implications about the repercussions!

time crime 3: intentionally trying to change the timeline after meeting a 4-year-old tsukasa in the red house!

though, idk if this fits in with the theory, bc if nene gets in trouble with the timekeepers for this then kou should also be here in court right? but maybe they just couldn't find him lol. for his sake i hope that's the case...

...bc if this actually affected the timeline it was probably the biggest time wreckage of the series yet, so. prayer circle for kou if this gets brought up in court lmao

time crime 4: running into middle school tsukasa amidst some school festival time fuckery. really interesting that tsukasa doesn't seem surprised... like he knew he would find nene there... even more questions but that spiral is maybe for another time lol. once again it's not intentional on her part, but very much happens to (because of?) her specifically

bonus: not necessarily a time crime, but maybe one? at least something that furthers the connection between nene and time working strangely around her: mitsuba's picture of the red house doesn't develop until it's in her hands specifically. sure, this could be red house magic. but why wouldn't it have developed for mitsuba? it sorta seems to me like nene could be the thing that developed this picture from the past, but it's a less solid theory, as we haven't really seen anything else like this that we can compare it to (unless i'm forgetting something! please let me know if i am!)

i'm super excited for the trial bc i have a lot of questions about why time moves so strangely around nene, and maybe we'll get answers about that in the trial!

the other most exciting part, for me, about these things potentially being brought up in the trial, is that nene hasn't told hanako about talking with past versions of tsukasa. and as someone who eats up angst like it's candy, i cannot express how much i would love to see hanako finding out from a third party (the clock keepers) that tsukasa and nene, the two most significant people in his life, who he usually tries to keep separate, have been traipsing through time together and never got around to telling him about it. how would hanako, who almost never willingly gives up information about himself, react to finding out that nene got information about him from tsukasa in secret?

and right after she just told him she loves him ): how sad would that be? <3

(it’s honestly likely that none of this will come up with all the clock stuff going on, but it’s fun to think about!!)

#they're all my favorites and i want to see them be so so sad lmao #i do want them to be happy!! but also i want them to get emotionally crushed sometimes lol #truly time is such a mess in this series i LOVE it lol #I want the clock lore so bad too UGH there’s so much going on in this series it’s incredible #tbhk #jshk #tbhk 108 #jshk 108 #tbhk spoilers #jshk spoilers #honestly this doesn't really spoil much? but jic lol

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atthebell · 6 months

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atthebell mcyt fics masterpost

QSMP:

la crianza: Drabbles/character studies on QSMP & egg parenthood. Complete, oneshot.

confiança: Forever reassures Cellbit that despite the Federation pulling the wool over his eyes, he'll figure it all out in the end. Soft late night insaneduo! Complete, oneshot.

not quite but we're almost there: Roier decides to give Cellbit a much-needed distraction, in the form of theft and flirtation, and they go on what is definitely not a date. Not yet. Complete, oneshot.

promise me you'll try: Roier hasn’t been sleeping, worry and fatigue etched into the lines of his face. Cellbit is running himself ragged trying to find any information. They talk about it. Complete, oneshot.

take a breath: insaneduo fluff, werewolf forever. Complete, oneshot.

so bad all my bones shake: spiderbit host a halloween party! Complete, oneshot.

lovely maze you've got there. would be a pleasure to be chased through it: cellbit chases pac around the halloween maze and then they make out. Complete, oneshot.

won't you lover chase me down: cellbit enjoys the way roier goes after him during purgatory-- the way he focuses on spilling his husband's blood, delights in the violence. Complete, oneshot.

sitting here won't make this any easier: insaneduo post-happy pills arc talk about punishment and guilt. Complete, oneshot.

Series:

a heart's a heavy burden: Crimeboys Howl's Moving Castle AU, with plenty of domestic fluff, soft magic, and shenanigans. lots of clingyduo and bedrockbros as well. WIP, 8/?? chapters, on indefinite hiatus (unlikely to be finished).

monster for monster: Tntduo Fae!Quackity/Vampire!Wilbur AU, idiots in love (and competition). 3 chapters.

sink your teeth in (and never let go): Feral vampire baby Tommy gets adopted by fantasy creatures SBI; fluff and shenanigans ensue. Unfinished, 2 chapters.

for i to you, and you to me: Wilbur-centric Fae!Tommy crimeboys. Wilbur is a lonely bard who travels from town to town without a home; Tommy is a gremlin in the woods looking for a new older brother. lots of fluff. Unfinished, 1 chapter.

Oneshots:

soak you to the bone: Bedrockbros hybrid fluff (Techno pulls Tommy out of a wet dumpster & brings him home), SBI fluff as well. Complete, oneshot.

stardust in your eyes: Tinarose Among Us AU for the Tinarose Spin the Wheel event! ft. Imposter!Tina & minor Karlnapity. Complete, oneshot.

under the marble and the snow: O!Crimeboys fluff, holiday exchange fic. Complete, oneshot.

except you, you can stay: Bedrockbros/SBI fluffy hurt/comfort hybrid AU. Complete, oneshot.

to cure it of sorrow would destroy it: my (semi) in-canon dsmp fics (these are not connected unless otherwise noted)

nothing has changed: Wilbur-centric, angsty. Wilbur realizes that he and Ghostbur aren't so separate after all. Complete, oneshot.

a gentle hand: Tinarose, domestic fluff. Post- Hannah's wings being destroyed, she stays with Tina and feels, for once, at home. Complete, oneshot.

equilibrium: Tommy thinks about all the types of justice other server members believe in, and his own. Complete, oneshot.

there is a crack in everything (that's how the light gets in): Wilbur is the son of Death. Most people (one in particular) don't piece that together (aka dark(ish) Wilbur kills Dream with Death powers). Complete, oneshot.

epistolary: Wilbur writes a letter to Tommy from Utah. Complete, oneshot.

early l'manberg shifter au drabble: Short drabble about early L'manberg and Tommy's doubts. Shifter AU. Complete, oneshot.

set free from narrow places: Same canon as epistolary; Wilbur writes Tommy a letter during passover and reminisces on past years. Complete, oneshot.

give and take: Emeraldsduo domestic fluff ft. wing grooming and forcing each other to rest, damn it. Complete, oneshot.

once upon a time you asked to stay the night (and now i'm saying yes): Soft tntduo fluff, in which they act like fools, eat dinner together, and reminisce. Complete, oneshot.

#bell.txt #bell fics masterpost #my fics #ahahb #monster4monster #okay now this is on this blog now YIPPEEE #bell fics

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 7 months

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(this seemed fun in my head) 'Enemies to lovers' trope (headcanons, reaction, whatever I'm not picky) with William and a fox!demon future!s/o?

aaaaaa definitely fun!! I did some headcanons~

but I love Will with a demon S/O so I'd enjoy getting to do more in the future!

Foul creature, no matter what form they decide to take. A demon is a demon is a demon, as far as he’s concerned, and any being who would eat his quota is an annoying pest to him at best, and a dangerous threat at worst. He has a very poor opinion of (Name) when things start out simply based on them being a demon. Although he doesn’t take physical action in the early days unless he has to, he makes it quite clear what he thinks of them.

They’re tricky, a clever fox living up to the stereotype, so he’s not surprised that he keeps running into them whilst collecting souls. Even if he doesn’t come face to face with them himself, it’s almost a guarantee that one of his underlings does. Is this demon stalking him? They act as if they have some personal vendetta against William in particular. He wouldn’t put it past someone like them, and the next time he sees them personally, he tells them in no uncertain terms that they should keep their distance from him if they know what’s good for them.

Of course, a demon doesn’t really know what’s good for them, do they? About the time he looks out his window while doing paperwork to find (Name) perched on the fence and peering curiously in is when he acknowledges that he’s not getting rid of them so easily. He goes out to talk to them during a break, asking what they want… and it turns out all they want is to get to know him. Hm. Unprecedented.

That doesn’t mean they get free reign over his life. They’re still a demon, so technically they are still in competition for souls. William needs to get those souls in order, where they need to go, and (Name) disrupts the natural process of things by stealing them to eat. Just like all demons do. He’s cautious around them, even though he might answer some questions about his personal life; favorite color, favorite food, etc., nothing too terribly deep.

His views begin to shift a bit when (Name) catches a soul in the midst of William trying to reap it… and then simply hands it over to him. No extortion for him to get it, no deals or contracts to get them to hand it over, not even that much taunting. A small smirk and some kind eyes as they hold it out. To him, the meaning is clear: they never intended to take a soul away from him. Perhaps from other Reapers, maybe in other branches, but they don’t want to jeopardize his job or deliberately make things hard for him. It’s a selfless act, with the result being that (Name) doesn’t get to eat that afternoon. After that, he starts to look at them differently. Less as an infernal creature who exists only to complicate his life, and more like a… person. Someone he wants to get to know. They wouldn’t do such a thing for anyone else, would they?

It’s strange, to make friends with and develop feelings for a being which preys upon the thing your job necessitates you to put in the universe’s filing cabinet. Other demons don’t get the courtesy that William affords to (Name) by allowing them to eat. While he doesn’t permit them to eat in or around London, it’s not a great feat for a demon to travel across the country and be back within some short hours. He isn’t going to go after them for… patronizing another restaurant, so to speak. As long as they’re several hundred kilometers away from where he works, that isn’t his jurisdiction, so he won’t chase them down.

He’s not sure what (Name) thinks of the whole thing. He swears he can taste the viscera of a soul when he kisses them, and it shocks him that he finds he isn’t as bothered by it as he thought he might be. It’s coming from them, and soon enough it becomes apparent that they care about him. They try for him, which is more than most people do. Despite their relationship not being perfect… for some reason, he’s glad the found their crafty little way into his life.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #William #William T. Spears #headcanons #romantic #drama #fluff #enemies to lovers #my boooooy aaaaaa #one hell of a queue

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i-bring-crack · 1 year

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henlo, fellow sl reader!

do you have any headcanons of Jin-woo×Hae-in's relationship?

Oh quite a lot actually!!

Cha Hae-In x Sung Jin-Woo Heacanons!!

Canon gave me almost nothing about them but just enough I think so ill do my est not to stray from it! But some things will definitely stray.

It's a flustered x teaser dynamic absolutely.

Pre rewind Cha Hae-In was always solemn and good at keeping her words/expressions in check because if she didn't then that might be seen as a sort of weakness that could be pinpointed against her. In a world of S ranks that would be seen poorly considering the high status they have to hold, not only during the dungeon raids but also for the whole world since they reflected the very people they were protecting. And she was one of the few women S ranks who was leagues above other kinds of S ranks, so of course the pressure was quite a lot on her.

That much popularity in over a single night was the reason why she always stayed out of the press and never voiced out a lot of opinions over current events unless necessary.

So when Jin-Woo met her, he didn't expect her to be very expressive and talkative, which was something she could only do when she is relaxed. A lot of things tend to be on her mind, and during the trip to Japan Jin-Woo let her talk for hours about the raids, the dungeons and the monsters she had fought against or the S rankers that tend to get on her nerves.

Jin-Woo is also very bad at keeping conversations, mostly because he never had time to socialize, even back when he was in highschool he would get bullied and outcast a lot. That isolation also didn't seem to change as he became an S rank.

Of course Hae-In noticed that very quickly and also included him in the conversation sometimes like sharing his own experiences of certain topics and stuff like that. Little by little Jin-Woo’s responses changed from one liners to full on dialogues. And Hae-In mentally applauded herself for that. Hah!

Cha Hae-In bonded a lot with the shadows. Her favorite ones are Igris and Kaisel, whom the latter Jin-Woo trained her on how to ride her(i'm going with that Kaisel is actually a girl headcanon too). Of course all the others also got around to being appreciated by Lady Cha one way or another. Igris seemed to be one of the closest ones due to their shared liking of swordsmanship. Jin-Woo is more of a dagger type honestly but he does love to listen to her tell the history of swordsmanship because oh boy that existed.

Both of them love to dance, either dance normally or dance with swords but every time they do it is absolutely beautiful.

Their sparring also acts as some sort of dance too.

While Hae-In always loses to Jin-Woo in running, she wins everytime in the games they play.

Despite the Territory of Eternal Rest being quite gloomy, Hae-In and Jin-Woo like spending their time there and Hae-In is always amazed at the architecture done by the Shadow Soldiers.

Jin-Woo caught her and Beru once watching Kdramas until it was 3am. This wasn't the first time either.

I do like to think that Cha regained her original powers (still kept them away when she trained or ran in the olympics tho. Somehow prob, so that way she wouldn't be cheating due to the mana.) when she married Jin-Woo, or likely was given more due to benign the freaking Queen! So they probably still sparred and decided to visit the gaps between dimensions on their honeymoon phase.

Cue oh so many fantasy moments of the two of them finding mythical beasts, ancient lost treasures, experiencing the golden era of certain kingdoms now that the Monarchs are gone and can't destroy the worlds.

Omg that's so existing actually, two beings with eldritch powers of death just traveling around the cosmos. I want to write that.

Jin-Woo really be like (Taking out your gf to eat at paris? nah. Taking her out to meet ancient civilizations lost to time or empires you helped save during the 27 years battling the monarchs? Heck yeah)

Cha Hae-In meets the rulers who give them their blessings and also a big ol’ feast in celebration of their recent wedding.

Due to the powers she absorbed after spending time with Jin-Woo her body was also able to be strong enough to hold on for a baby, and after a very, veeeery long talk between the two –maybe some coffee and tea and movies were added to calm the mood every now and then (thank @soulintheskies for that cute hc too they had it first)– they decided to only have one.

For the next year Hae-In was probably the most protected being within the entire universe, even though she had the strength herself to go out and fight high tier monsters at that point.

Hae-In also had the weirdest cosmic craving a pregnant woman could ever have! Dragon meat, monster arachnid legs, fruits from ancient trees constellations away and then adding them to pistachio ice cream. It wasn't even because she had liked them before, well except ice cream, but rather children of monarchs can be really picky in what they eat.

Beru was the least calmest thing during the whole ordeal -_-.

Jin-Woo is also like the only one allowed in the kitchen because Hae-In microwaves her food and Beru once burned water no don't ask. He has since learned tho. Hae-In still keeps microwaving her food.

“It's efficient!!!” says the former S rank who had too many raids to take care off and often bought take out.

“It's disGUSTANG!!” says the former E rank who had 4 years of culinary under his best.

They often cuddle and watch movies when Jin-Woo gets mad at the cases he has solved.

Omg they watch true crime.

True crime and Kdramas that's what Su-Ho has grown up seeing.

#sung jinwoo #cha hae in #solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #headcanons #solo leveling spoilers #sung su ho #at like the very end huh #only i level up

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windwheeler-aster · 2 years

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hey congrats on 250! you deserve all of the love! your work is amazing. I'm kind of inspire to start writing my own fics. but in the mean time I'd love to see more of yours. with thar said can I get a coffee milk tea, with milk art, in a sky blue tea cup, with some marshmallows in it :) thanks! you're awesome!

for all the what if’s

summary: gift giving has been a common staple in many friendships, excluding the one between you and jean. which makes it strange when you partake in the tradition; and your incoherent state made it stranger. yet, the strangest thing about it all was how quick her heart was at the moment...

masterlist | event

customer’s order: a coffee milk tea (jean) with milk art (one shot) in a sky blue tea cup (*longing) with some marshmallows (friends to lovers) in it

*brewer’s choice, as it was not specified in the order

pairing: jean x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader and jean are friends, and reader is not traveler

word count: 732 words (3 min~)

genre: romance, friends to lovers

format: oneshot

warnings: none

a/n: :O anon i’m so glad that i could inspire you, your praise is very much appreciated. i hope to see you create your own fics 💖 i hope you have an amazing day and thank you so much for requesting 💖

Jean started down at the small, blue box in her hands. You had just given it to her, something abnormal in your friendship. You two hardly shared gifts between each other unless it was a special occasion. Jean preferred quality time together, as you two had discussed early on in your friendship. Gift giving was never her specialty, and she knew it was never yours, so why in all of Teyvat have you decided to—

“There’s chocolates inside,” you clarified. “They’re from the Cat’s Tail… and I picked out the caramel ones. They’re just for you though, so please don’t share with Lisa or Klee. Or even Kaeya.”

She chuckled. “Of course not. I’ve learned to be a little… selfish, thanks to you.” With careful hands, she untied the baby blue ribbon that sealed the box shut. “So, what’s the special occasion?”

“There is none,” you explained. Then you scratched the side of your neck, a nervous reflex Jean has seen on you too many times. “I just… Well, actually, I was wondering if we could… go out sometime?”

Jean pondered for a moment before speaking, thinking over your words very carefully. Did you mean that in your usual platonic way of hanging out? Were you two just going to grab something from the Cat’s Tail and eat around the outskirts of Mondstadt’s walls? Or, perhaps, you were going to be the more daring of you two and suggest a… date.

Jean is ashamed to say her heart leaped at the thought, but she remained calm.

“As friends?” she asked.

You shook your head, tentatively. “As… something more, actually. I thought we could try furthering our friendship into something more.”

The heat in her cheeks rivaled Mondstadt’s searing heat melting her chocolates. Shocked, Jean almost let go of the pretty box itself. But instead, still trying to keep up her calm façade, she plopped a chocolate into her mouth. Caramel and chocolate melted onto her tongue, as well as a few sprinkles of sea salt mixed onto the sweet.

It seems the chocolates worsened her calm state, as Jean is now very touched at how you remembered her favorite flavor combination. Flustered, but touched.

“I know this might be sudden, but,” you inhale through your teeth sharply, hesitation coursing through you.

Jean and you have always been friends, would now be the time to… cross that line? Does she even reciprocate your feelings? Or even have the time to go out with you, for that matter. Crap, you hadn’t thought that far. What if you—

“The answer is yes.”

You looked at her. “What?”

“I want to go out with you. Did I not make that clear?”

“No, you did, it’s just— I don’t want to get in the way of your job or take up too much of your time. Really, you don’t have to say yes, if you—”

“In my mind, there is no question that I wouldn’t enjoy exploring our relationship further.”

“Yes, but,” your throat tightened, “what if—”

Jean interrupted you and pecked your left cheek. A sudden, but gentle, “oh” passed from your lips. She giggled at the sound and stepped back, putting some space in between you two. Instead of standing idle, she picked out one of the nice chocolates and offered it to you. Jean beamed when your fingertips touched hers, reaching for the candy.

“You need to stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’ and other nervous thoughts that go through that pretty head of yours,” she murmured softly. “I do want to be more than friends with you, okay?”

“You’re such a hypocrite, you know that?”

A grin pulled at Jean’s lips but she remained impartial to your teasing, as always.

“How about tonight at the Angel’s Share? Straight after you finish work,” you asked. “I can pick you up at your office, like usual. ‘Sound good to you?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I’m already looking forward to it. Now, I’ll see you later then.”

“Just don’t be late, alright?” You said. “I’m really looking forward to our date.”

And then Jean smiled. She practically shined, and the edges of her eyes crinkled up as her eye bags rose. Even when she was tired, Jean managed to convey so much energy for you. And she looked beautiful while doing it, you thought.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she assured you.

thank you for reading 💖 all forms of interaction to my posts are appreciated 💖

#wheeler's works #from the lovely anon #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #jean x reader #genshin one shots #wheeler's 250 #wheeler's events #romance #friends to lovers

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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hi there! any chance i could request tighnari, kazuha, scaramouche, and/or thoma getting back together with reader after a breakup? there’s no pressure to do all four if you take this request! i just figured i’d throw out the ones i’d be most interested to see! i hope you have a great day/night!

Hi anon! I love the characters you chose and I'm sorry this is so late, school's been kicking my ass and I hope you like it!

getting back together with reader after a breakup

Tighnari

His forest ranger abilities probably got in the way and you broke up with him because he didn’t seem to put any effort into the relationship compared to his passion for the Avidya forest and the creatures inhabiting it.

You were heartbroken but knew it wouldn’t work out unless he found a way to manage his time as a forest ranger and your lover. Many times you explain the problem to Collei who did her best to try and comfort you.

It was her that marched into her master’s office and demanded that he make amends with you, telling him how miserable you are since he made it seem like his work was more important and his heart broke. Tighnari often got wrapped up in his work for hours on end and tried his best to balance both sides of his life but never intended to hurt you.

It wasn’t long before you saw your ex out of breath and desperately looking for you in front of your home, seeing tears threatening to fall from his eyes when he saw you coming back from the market and stuttering out apologies for disregarding your needs.

Afterwards you both decided that communication was key and to always somehow let the other know if work was taking over too much, helping the other out while also providing affection and spending quality times together. You both patrolled the forest together as a scheduled date and had so much fun pointing out animals or giving each other different but beautiful plants.

Kazuha

Both of you mutually broke it off because you had a job to do and the samurai didn’t like to stay in the same place which meant you almost never saw each other except for the dozens of letters your lover had sent you whenever he was away.

It was clear you both still loved one another dearly but couldn’t bear to hurt the other because of something you couldn’t control so you set up a plan to get back together.

You caught Beidou one night when she was in a tavern celebrating a recent battle that she easily one, waving to you as she caught your eyes and joyfully laughed at the idea you proposed.

She agreed and welcomed you onto her crew as a partner who’d travel with her, still working but also expanding the business to other nations (your boss loved it) and you got to spend time with Kazuha.

Night came and the wanderer was laying high up in the ropes wishing he could convey the way he felt whenever you weren’t near him and perking up at familiar bits of laughter below him, excitement pouring through him when he saw you and the captain stepping onto the deck.

He gracefully floated down with the help of his vision and smiled as so many thoughts ran through his mind, Kazuha couldn’t help to pull you away to small part of the ship when you said you’d be joining them and asked if you’d be open to getting back together (you both were cuddling in the crows nest for the rest of the day with kisses).

Scaramouche

At first you thought his insults held his true feelings but soon saw behind his mean façade and learned that his words held different meanings than it seemed, trying your best to show your affections and hoping to receive some as well (like any other relationship).

But one argument crossed the line when he dared you to leave him, saying he was better off without you and spitting at you that you were just another person that was going to betray him.

Walking out and going to your friend's place for comfort for one night, you both ended up going out to eat at Third-Round Knockout and ran into Childe who asked if you knew why the Balladeer was particularly angry today.

You told Childe what happened and he rolled his eyes at his comrade’s behavior, saying Scaramouche’s bark was bigger than his bite when it came to people he cared about and showed him how hurt you felt.

The next day you were walking with Childe who said he wanted to bring you somewhere and that place was locking both you and the sixth harbinger in a room until you both made up, feelings sparks of electricity fill the air and wildly zap around you both on account of Scaramouche’s anger.

One of them shocked you causing you to hiss and recoil away from him, this didn’t go unnoticed by your ex-lover who seemed to freeze and flash an expression of guilt.

After a minute of silence you spoke up and told him how you felt like he didn’t care about you which brought about a strong “no” from Scaramouche, sighing and sitting down near you.

He told you that he was familiar with all these “human” emotions, new sure if he could trust you enough but held a deep amount of care for you. You leaned forward and lay your head on his shoulder, whispering if you could be together again and he nodded as he ran his fingers through your hair (unconsciously cradling you closer).

Thoma

The reason you both probably broke up in the first place was because he was constantly working and couldn’t spend as much time with you as he wanted, causing you to consistently complain that he’s never around.

You both ended up breaking up because his work at the Kamisato Estate was getting in the way of your relationship and Thoma didn’t want you to get hurt, apologizing and kissing your forehead before smiling sadly.

Weeks passed and you both missed each other dearly, even the Kamisato siblings could see how their housekeeper wasn’t the same and missed seeing you drop by to check in on your lover or deliver goods to them.

They both politely asked you to talk to each other and they’d rework Thoma’s workload since the blond barely had a break during the day (sometimes even the nights), you practically clung to Thoma when he revealed that he too deeply missed you. (Tears were shed.)

Ever since, both of you were so lovey and had a day dedicated to dates with the both of you switching off planning the dates, the day filled with cheek kisses and cuddling while sampling dango in the city (of course stopping by the strays to feel them).

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goofyjelly · 7 months

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I'm about to watch Star Trek TAS , Yesteryear, Ive heard vague things about this, I'll post thoughts here :

EDIT B4 I POST THIS : // omfg this post turned out so much longer than anticipated, so I'm putting it under the cut lmao //

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Sjdkjskd omfg it's off-putting how soft their voiceovers are; it sounds like they're recording in a closet and they don't want their parents to hear 😭

That's not even a complaint cus I'm eating this show up regardless

AMANDA AND SAREK DIVORCED IN THE ALTERNATE TIMELINE 💀 SAREK REMARRIED 💀💀💀

Spock's "Teddy Bear" 🥺

I don't even want to get into how weird the Time Travel mechanics are in this show- if I get into it I'll never stop so it's best just to ignore it lmao

Spock really just went Ah yes. I am your cousin. I will never see you again.

Friendly reminder: this was shown on Saturday morning cartoons ✨✨✨. So children witnessed Kid Spock choosing to mercy kill his pet.

along with Grown Up Spock having Father Issues™

Sarek telling his SON that if he fails him , he isnt a true Vulcan at all, prompting Spock (AT SEVEN YEARS OLD) to go on a POINTLESS SUICIDE MISSION to the top of a giant mountain. A MISSION THAT WOULD HAVE AND SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN HIM KILLED! the only reason he doesn't die is because Time Travel Spock saves himself!!!!!

Spock has to know that asking Sarek to try and ' better understand his son ' is pointless. Like, he has to know, but he still asks him to anyways! Because he's standing in front of his child self KNOWING that he almost died trying to both fit into society and prove himself worthy to his father.

Okay now I'm going down a mental Spock rabbit hole that ultimately has me thinking of Spock choosing to attend Starfleet rather than the VSA.

Like, I dont think Spock ever really had any problems with standing against his father, but THAT DECISION was DIFFERENT!!!! IT CAUSED, LIKE, A TWENTY YEAR RIFT BETWEEN THEM!!!!

So Spock just wants his father to UNDERSTAND.

Because Sarek is a very intelligent individual, like, this is known. And he is known to be extremely stubborn , but it doesn't seem like he is willing to emphasize with his son.

HE SAYS IT HIMSELF IN THIS EPISODE!!! it's either the human way, or the Vulcan way. No cuts no buts no coconuts!!! But in a very physiological way, Spock will always have both ways!

It seems to me here that Sarek and most of Vulcan don't know what to make of Spock. Even the Vulcan healer recognizes Spock likely because he's OneOfAKind in a sense- like, Oh it's the half breed kid.

He will always be "too emotional" for Vulcans and "not emotional enough" for Humans, even though THATS NOT TRUE!!! All Vulcans have emotions , but because Spock's human heritage is public knowledge, everyone pays close attention to any even perceived portrayal of feeling; even if that portrayal is normal Vulcan behavior.

Oop the rabbit hole in my brain is going DEEPER , GUYS STAY WITH ME

thinking about how Spock:

went from Vulcan, where they treated him differently cus he was too human and had human blood

TO STARFLEET. Of course there is likely prejudice against non-humans, but he is a Vulcan to everyone there.

Like, on TOS he's teased for his human side, but surely he's perceived as nothing less than a Vulcan to his human co-workers. If someone is referring to him , (I can't think of any natural scenario y'all bear w me) they'd say 'oh , this is Spock, he's Vulcan' (unless it's like a medical emergency type thing).

...

I am so normal about this I swear-

Pfff, anyways... Moving on from That.

This was a really great episode to watch. It gave more info on Spock's upbringing and different Vulcan traditions and how Spock was treated as a kid. 8.5/10 on the scale that I just made up just now.

#star trek tas #star trek #star trek the animated series #spock #goofy jelly thoughts

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tythehedgehogheadcanons · 2 years

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I think it's finally time I do my general Sonic headcanons! I've been on a huge Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow brainrot JADJAN

You can find my Shadow headcanons on my blog!

We all know Sonic, the lovable cocky hedgehog! He always seems to find himself in another scenario where he has to stop Robotnik's plans and help his friends

Sonic is one hell of an extrovert, bringing his happy-go-lucky personality everywhere he goes. He can get cocky and annoying at times, but I believe he is rather humble. He can brag, but he never strokes his own ego very much! ("Team Sonic" should still be named "Team Hero" smh)

Sonic always finds a way to bring his friend's spirits up, even if it means bailing on something else. If a friend is sad, he'll stay and cheer them up instead of going to an event! Everyone's happiness, including his own, is priority #1 for Sonic.

Sonic does get a little embarrassed by his friends in public though, he wants to keep his confident image, not look soft! However, this 'cool guy' facade completely drops the moment his friends look sad, angry, uncomfortable, etc.

Sonic loves going on runs through nature! He works so hard to protect every part of nature, he loves traveling to national parks and finding secret groves.

ALL About adventure! Boredom is never something on his schedule, if he's bored then the world is ending I swear, if you want to force him to sit down for a while he will become the most annoying little shit

Sonic most definitely has a twitch account and streams inconsistently. It's something there for him to do when he's bored and wants to play games.

Sonic actually hates being alone for long periods of time! That's another reason why he streams, is when he's lonely and wants to interact with someone.

Sonic is actually a rather patient hedgehog! He's willing to slow down for the people he cares about, he never wants anyone to feel unsafe around him.

Sonic, when you can actually get him to wear clothes, prefers 90s style, bright colors, hoodies, holographic clothes, and generally clothes that look great and colorful on him.

Sonic's music choice is rock, high-energy music, and generally anything that sounds good. He's willing to try out new things, and can enjoy a variety of things!

Sonic makes sure to greet everyone he meets when walking around. It doesn't matter what they look like, who they are, or what they're doing, he will make sure to say hi while running by!

As I said earlier, a HUGE extrovert. When you're with him, you WILL interact with random people, he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut!

His mouth works faster than his brain, and he will say almost everything on his mind. He is forward and honest with everyone unless it's something he would prefer to keep to himself!

Sonic is very active on social media, and loves interacting with fans. He will respond to almost everything he gets, will always stop to take selfies with anyone who asks, and is the least controversial celebrity you will ever meet!

I think Sonic would enjoy receiving flowers and gifts, he would display them all around his house! He doesn't throw away a single one- unless it's something gross, like a small child tried to give him a half-eaten lollipop- he would still take it to avoid hurting their feelings but would throw it away and wash his hands later.

Two words. Self. Care. Sonic takes care of himself and makes sure to treat himself, and definitely makes sure all his friends do the same! He makes sure everyone eats at least 3 meals a day, drinks at least 1 glass of water, and takes showers at least twice a week. Self care is very important for everyone!

I may have missed a few things, but I really like Sonic as a whole! I'm an autistic person with ADHD and often forget to take care of myself due to hyperfixating on drawing all day. Thinking of Sonic actually gets me thinking of taking breaks to eat and drink, he's like a comfort character!

#sonic headcanons #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog headcanons #sonic x reader #gn reader #headcanons

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valentinehorrors · 1 month

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There's blood on your lies, the hunter's moon is shining

(TW gore, manipulation)

Casey has always been a city guy. Not that he hates the great outdoors or anything, just not something he's used to. And he's clearly not the only one.

To be fair, all of them were more than a bit stressed with the events that led them to now. A farmhouse in the middle of basically nowhere, at least they were far enough from the city that they had a moment to breathe without being worried over the kraang.

Didn't mean they were free from stress or worry though, especially with a beat up Leo resting in a bathtub. Everyone is coping, dealing with it in their own ways.

Mikey was keeping up with his appearances as he always did, and unmasked, he was calm. But Casey could tell, there was some panic.

The human would be lying if he said he wasn't a tad panicked too.

Mikey's real diet consisted of one main food, humans. He could find plenty in the city, but a forest in the middle of nowhere?

"I'll handle it." Mikey insisted as both he and Casey walked through the woods.

"Mike, if I had a dollar for every time you stressed that you had to eat or else you'd go nuts on everyone, I'd be rich as fuck."

A few months ago, Casey would never give Mikey this much attitude, He also would've probably shit his pants at the look Mikey shot back at him in response. But this was not a few months ago.

"Mike." Casey huffed as he chased after the mutant, diving between bushes and shrubs. "Mike! I'm seriou-fuck!" He ended up tripping over a tree root.

However, his knight in fucked up shadowy scales was right there to catch him with one arm before he hit the ground. "Would you keep your voice down? We may be aways from the house but the woods are quiet and sound travels." Mikey almost seemed bored as he pulled the human up. "And like I've been saying. I. can. handle it."

"Like how you've been handling An-" Mikey was grabbing his face and pulling him down to his level before the name even left his lips.

"Say her fucking name. I dare you." Mikey hissed, teeth sharpened and eyes glowing demonic blue.

Casey frowned, despite his face being squished he still continued "Then at least tell me what you're planning, cuz I can tell you're getting hungry."

There was a stretched out beat of silence as they both stared at each other. Casey holds Mikey's gaze, the fear that always rests in the back of his mind present, but he knows the mutant better now. So he doesn't flinch, doesn't tremble, he holds that ice cold gaze, not caring about the frostbite.

"...I used to eat rats. It's not as satisfying but at least the animals out here are much larger." Mikey relents his face back to Casey as he looks around at the tall trees. "Besides, something about being out in nature may satiate my instincts further."

"And when it's not enough?" Casey leaned against a nearby tree. He'd heard Mikey talk in extensive length about how he'd never be able to go back to just eating animals.

He didn't want to risk Mikey going berserk, not just because he wanted to help the mutant with keeping up his mask, but because he knew who Mikey would go after first.

Mikey was clearly frustrated as he took a deep breath, for someone who claimed to have no emotions, he was quite easy to read once you got to know him. That or Casey just knew him a little too well at this point, maybe a bit of both. At least he knew him enough that he could feel the tension in the air turn to curiosity as Mikey suddenly paused before turning to Casey, "And you suggest...?"

Casey's hands tightened their grip on his own arms as they sat crossed. Of course Mikey caught that, it went both ways.

It was just a thought that crossed his mind, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to suggest the idea. But nothing gets past Mikey.

"There's a campsite a bit aways from here. Thing is, it's filled with people."

"Can't pick off anyone in large groups." Mikey fully turns to Casey as he follows his train of thought, "Unless, someone lured one or two people away." That icy stare was fixated onto Casey again, who once again held it tight, Casey could almost sees hearts in those eyes as Mikey got closer. "You want to help feed me." Said more as a statement than a question, invading Casey's personal space as his arms caged him in, being placed against the tree behind him.

Casey blushed, but his expression doesn't change, fear intermixed with a shameful attraction as he looked down at the mutant. "Kinda weird to put it like that but, yeah. I guess..."

"You do realize..." Mikey got closer, inches from Casey's face "...that would give you partial responsibility in their deaths. Leading innocents to my starving maw... you'd be okay with that?"

No. "Yeah. Whatever to keep that "starving maw" from being aimed at your bros."

"But not opposed to it being aimed at you?~" Mikey practically purred, he was teasing. He'd never hurt the human, Casey knew this well.

However, it didn't stop him from dropping his gaze from his eyes to those sharp canines, unnatural in a turtle's mouth. "Come on Mike, you know the answer to that..." He didn't hide the twinge of fear that spiked as his voice cracked.

"Then you should stop being so tempting..."

Mikey was pure danger, unfortunately Casey Jones had a tendency to poke the bear. Sometimes that instinct was a bit too strong, even Casey knows that sometimes he really shouldn't open his mouth. "That you saying that? Or is it Anna-"

Once again, he couldn't finish the name, as he found the mutant's hand on his throat, pulling him down as he cut off his air supply. "You," Mikey began in a dangerous growl, "are lucky I like you so much, dog. Now be a good pup and follow commands; Keep that bitch's name out of your mouth."

Casey's hands quickly went to Mikey's hand, trying to get him to loosen up, said mutant was much stronger than he looked, scarily so. Casey vision was quickly starting to spot.

"You won't say her name again right?"

He was panicking, he could snap his neck in a millisecond.

"Be a good dog and nod your head."

It hurt, Casey quickly nodded, tears welling up in his eyes as he felt Mikey's cold mouth against his. When Mikey kissed, it was all teeth and growls, this time was no different, other than it lasting not nearly as long as Casey was finally let go.

He gasped, coughing as he fell to his knees, face flushed "Fuck Mike-!" As he coughed, he felt cold arms wrap around him and hold him close, despite being the cause of his current pain, the human couldn't help as he leaned into the mutant.

"Don't make me do that again." Mikey simply said, his embrace as warm as his blood.

Despite it all, tears streaming down his face and breath still being raspily brought into his lungs, Casey smiled. As crooked as his mind as he looked up at Mikey "You know I will."

Defeatedly, Mikey sighed "Unfortunately."

Casey was fucked in the head, big time. He knew this well, but no one reminded him as much as Mikey did. The fact he was doing this at all was enough of a reminder. He was walking towards the farthest edge of the woods, right by where he had seen the campsite. He couldn't see the mutant but he felt his presence, in every shadow in the forest.

As the lights of both campfires and lanterns came into view, Casey paused, stopping in his tracks. Shit, he was really doing this... How does someone do this? He had to make sure not too many people saw him, couldn't have too many witnesses when these people inevitably went missing.

"What is it? Not changing your mind are you?" Casey jumped as he looked down at his own shadow, now with Mikey's demonic blue glowing eyes looking up at him.

He kneeled down to be closer to the shadow as he whispered "Just give me a second, I'm thinking..."

"Need ideas? Suggestions?"

Mikey found himself being shushed "I'm thinking!" What do people do in horror movies that get them killed?... Wait a minute, that's exactly what he should do.

Now armed with a stupid and brilliant idea, he inched closer. He was no ninja by any means but hiding in bushes he could do. He felt a bit stupid knowing an actual ninja was watching him.

Casey peeked out at some of the people he could see, he was trying to find a specific kind of person, which became harder as people were tucking into their tents and heading to bed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Casey muttered as he tried to hurry up in his search.

Right as he was starting to worry, and could feel Mikey's impatience, he finally found what he was looking for. Casey smiled as he got closer to a tent belonging to what seemed to be a couple, gymbro boyfriend with a barbie doll girlfriend.

Yeah, they would absolutely die first in a horror movie, hell they were about to. Casey found himself pausing again, he was leading people to their deaths, fuck no, can't lose nerve now. Just don't think about it, easy. He'd done it this whole time, ever since he found out about Mikey's appetite, that's what he was doing. Just not thinking too hard about it, easy. Well, easy when he wasn't helping him. Easy when he wasn't going to have to see it first hand. Easy when he wasn't having to hear the screams of terror, squelching of torn flesh, crunching and cracking of bones.

He almost forgot. He had seen, heard and smelled it all before. It's how he knew, knew what he was going to witness for the second time. Stop it. Focus.

Okay, basic couple in a horror movie.

"What was that?" He heard 'Ken' say and it snapped him out of his head, looks like he wasn't being as quiet as he thought. But that is exactly the kind of script they should be following.

He just had a brilliant idea.

Casey looked around in the bush he was hiding in, he found the sharpest stick, took a breath, and scratched the fuck out of his leg, hissing curses under his breath. He could feel Mikey's eyes on him, those familiar shivers going through him as he led a trail of droplets deeper into the forest.

Once he was satisfied with how deep he went, he sat against a tree, took a deep breath and... froze, again.

That night flashed at the forefront of his mind.

He had bitten off more than he could chew, one vigilante versus too many thugs. They weren't purple dragons, lacking the titular tattoo, they meant a whole lot more business too. He couldn't remember how many it was, but it was more than enough to end his life. At the end of the day, Casey was a skinny kid with a hockey stick and a lot of attitude. Usually he'd be doing his vigilante shtick with Raph but he was busy, with what? Casey couldn't tell you.

He thought he was dead, this was it, at least he would go down fighting.

And suddenly he was blinded by red, not that he was angry, no. Something red literally had splashed him in the face, his mask taking the brunt of it but it still went in his eyes. In a panic, he threw his mask to the ground, so much happening in a matter of seconds. He heard the screams, felt more splashes, Casey knew what it was, he just didn't want to admit it. He slipped, he fell, against the wall and his eyes rubbed clean of red, he saw everything.

Michelangelo, effortlessly tearing through large 6 foot men as though they were paper. They didn't sound like paper.

Mikey had splattered one of them against the wall by his skull, going from a round head to a flat splat on the wall, the crunching of his skull rung out in the alley among the screams of terror and squelching of bodies as Mikey dug his hands effortlessly inside of chests, ripping out hearts easily. There was almost an artistry to it, the red striking patterns drawn across cement floor and brick walls like paint brush strokes.

Broken bones and torn muscles, the screams lasted barely a few seconds as the men had been turned to nothing but Mikey's own art pieces against floor and walls, red stains on the mutant's hands, arms, feet, shell and his face. The worst part was the never changing monotone face that Mikey had worn the whole times. That night was equal parts grotesque and beautiful.

All at once he was brought back to the present moment, panting as he was taken out of the vivid flashback. What the fuck? No. No going back. It was this or risk Mikey eating April first.

So once again, he took a deep breath and yelled "HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!"

It was done, no going back now.

Casey could feel the swirling cold, Mikey circling like the predator he was. Both waiting for the bait to be taken.

As the bushes shook with 'Barbie and Ken' emerging, Casey once again was brought back to that night, so much happening at once that Casey was frozen in shock, paralyzed. So that's what he'll do.

The second they could see him, Casey played it up "Oh my God! Please! Please Help me! Please!" He spoke faster than he could breathe, too fast to be fully processed as the concerned couple came closer. The panic that Casey infused in the air making them forget to pay attention to their surroundings as they fussed around him.

"Holy shit! Uh, fuck! Stacy, get his- shit, we're helping! We're helping!"

"Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!Oh my god!"

"Stacy! Get his left arm! Help me get him up!"

Panic. Screaming.

Silence.

Casey was left panting in quiet. He had been dropped the second the couple was lifted up into the trees. They barely had a chance to scream, crunching and squelching silencing them. It was over so quickly? See, that wasn't so hard was it? It was Casey's own thoughts but they were in Mikey's voice as he reassured himself. But he could still hear it, chewing, cracking, meat pulled from bone. Risking a look up, he saw slow dripping down the tree and the branches, it could almost be mistaken for tree sap. Thick droplets rolled down from branch to branch, Casey followed one as it splashed on leaves, traveled down branches until it fell onto is own face. He couldn't fully make Mikey out, he was too high up, but the sounds felt so loud.

Casey was no longer just someone in the know, he was a part of it. He was guilty, any left over peace of mind gone.

He just willingly killed two people.

Just like that first night, he stayed sat against the tree, red on his face and dripping to the ground, frozen, paralyzed.

That first night, when Mikey was done, he had leaned close, bloody hand on Casey's cheek as he assured him, "No one will kill you, I will not allow it~" That was the first time Casey truly looked into Mikey's eyes and saw obsession.

Just like then, Mikey leaned in close, blood on his mouth and hands as he smiled, obsession dominating his eyes "Good dog~ You did so well~" Both hands cupping Casey's cheek so gently.

Blood tasted metallic, salty, and warm against Mikey's ice cold mouth.

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