#get the fuck over it and look past insults and figure out why you're getting insulted on the first place maybe???

[therealmnemo]

*motions for my fellow trans afab peeps*

hey, I know that we've been dealing with transmeds using theyfabs to invalidate our existence... but you gotta understand that words can have different meaning and the widespread use of it by trans women right now is specifically with the meaning of someone that is afab and being transmisogynistic by trying to slap down their asab over trans women's real material complaints. look for context. theyfab isn't a slur and I'm honestly all in for that to be the most accepted context because I refuse to validate a transmed's train of thought. I will listen to trans women though when they talk about their oppression, and you should too.

*pats you on the back* good talk

#mnemospeaks #and because I've seen it floating around #i'm not really a fan of benjanun but she wasn't being anti-trans masc for shits and gigs #she called out a trans inclusive authors list have 0 transfems on it #and they decided to attack her on her past instead of owning up to their oversight #that's transmisogyny baybeee #and when trans women tried to speak out #they implied that benjanun controlled them #like no #they're talking for themselves #and benjanun was sticking up for them #and starting to get nasty with transmascs who refused to drop their issue with her tone and language #aand instead focus on what the issue was #anywho #tldr #theyfab is for afabs that decice to use their asab as a cudgel to silence transfemmes #that's it #that's the context in the transfemme community #get the fuck over it and look past insults and figure out why you're getting insulted on the first place maybe???

[romeosharpae]

“SAVE YOUR TEARS”

theodore nott x reader

content warning : extremely toxic relationship, cursing, public sex, mature language, explicit adult content, rough sex?, degrading, theodore nott x female reader, oral (f receiving), toxic! theodore nott.

parts : 1,2,

You're sure that if you were to ask anyone with common sense what they thought about you and Theodore Nott's relationship, they'd say it should be against Wizarding law.

"I don't want to talk!" You reprimanded, folding your arms over your chest with a huff. Theodore Nott simply rolled his dead-like blue eyes at your enraged lie.

Looking up at him, you could've sworn a twisted smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "C'mon baby, you're hurting my feelings." He mocked your soft voice.

"You don't have feelings." You mumbled, frustration growing in your voice. Theodore lowly chuckled, leaning his face down to kiss you but you turn away. "Get off of me, Nott, I need to go to Transfiguration."

Theo wrapped a veiny hand around your forearm when you tried to push past him, pulling you back to the stone wall. This time Theodore placed both his hands aside your head, trapping you between him and the wall. From the look on his pale face, you could tell that he knew you were still upset.

But how could you not be?

"Go back to wherever you were last--" Theodore scoffed loudly, drowning out the seething words leaving your lips.

"Are you kidding me?" He snapped. Even though you hated when he used that tone towards you, you weren't to back down. No, you were not about to apologize to Theodore and end up on your knees seconds later just to stop his yelling this time around.

"Funny. Those are the same exact words I repeated last night as I waited around thirty minutes for you." You shot back.  "You know, Theodore.. I really do hate y--"

"Watch your mouth." He warned.

"What's her name, huh?" You continued. Theodore's jaw clenched from anger. He can handle every insult you threw his way, but Theodore really hated when you accused him of being with someone else. "Is it Greengrass? She didn't learn from the last time I dragged her by her root--?!"

You recalled the last time one of Theodore's hook-ups confronted you, and the amount of Slytherin's it took to get you off of her. As previously said before, you were a sweet girl, but the side of you that Theodore brought out, wasn't as friendly or sweet..

"Shut up, you're not even that type of girl." Oddly enough, Theodore was right, you were not the type of a girl to threaten to physically hurt someone, especially over him. The more you thought about it, the more stupider that you sounded by saying that.

You were so stupid.

Had you not been stupid you wouldn't be in this predicament with the emotionless Slytherin brunette. You would've ran for this hills the moment he made it clear your relationship was just a friend-with-benefits dynamic, knowing you wanted more. Theodore knew you were stupid, so vulnerable, and he took advantage of that.

And that made your eyes began to well with tears, eyesight becoming blurred. Before you could even get the chance to control yourself, you began sobbing loudly. How could it even be possibly to hate someone yet love them as much as you do Theodore Nott?

Lucky for your image, everyone else was in class, or you would've looked like a complete maniac to the bystanders.

"Fuck..." Theodore deeply exhaled. The sobbing only became louder as he wrapped his arms around your figure, the heat from his body which was usually comforting seeming insufferable. "What's wrong..? What did I do?"

"Everything!"

You pushed yourself away from him, completely catching your lover off guard. During the years that you've known each other, never have you pushed him away. Even if he was the reasoning behind your distress, you still allowed him to comfort you.

"My best friend hates me!" You cried out, sadness easily detected in your tone. "She won't even talk to me!"

"Why would she hate you?"

Hate was complete exaggeration and you definitely knew that. Hermione Granger actually doesn't hate you. But you don't doubt for a moment she was extremely upset and disappointed with you; You, and everybody else could see the anger on her face when Theodore walked with you, hand-in-hand, inside the Great hall the morning following your rekindling at the Black lake.

"Umm, because I keep putting myself in the same unhealthy situation with you--" You said the obvious and your voice cracks.

Unhealthy situation (toxic).

Despite you being upset in the moment, you knew to avoid having Theodore's patience with you snapping, you shouldn't call it that.

He hated when you or outsiders would name your relationship that.. He claimed that although it had its flaws-way more than the common couple, it wasn't toxic.

But it was!

"Merlin." Theodore hissed, irritated. "Why does it matter what she thinks, Y/N?" Theo's continued rambles make you frown. "Granger and Weasley can not even admit they like each other--Why would she even care?"

"Because she's my friend!"

You could tell he wished she wasn't..

"Friends care about each other, Theodore. Unlike you and yours, me and Hermione are not just friends because it makes us look good." You started hypocritically, and a small frown spreads on the brunette's lips. "So of course she's not going to want me to be with someone who treats me like.. crap!"

You were telling the actual truth. The little patience that he had for you during your outburst has fully vanished as he grabbed the back of your neck, harshly forcing you to look into his dark blue eyes. "Don't say that, Y/N."And you could see the anger rising in his face although he had no right to be mad,

Hermione would tell you that the worse part about you and Theodore's situation was that you knew he disregarded your emotions yet you still went back. It ashamed you how Theodore had you wrapped around his finger. And you fully knew that a toxic relationship was bad enough, but it was even worse if both parties knew the reality of it.

And perhaps that's what led you sob even louder in the moment. Or why you wrapped your arms around Theodore, letting your emotions off into his chest. The brunette's hands slides up from your neck into the back of your head, rubbing you in comfort.

"Aren't the two of you suppose to be in class right now?" Flinch, who guarded the corridors questioned nastily.

If looks could kill, Flinch would be unresponsive on the ground from the way that Theodore turns to glare at him. You pulled away from him, despite the protest your body was giving you, and wiped your tears. There's Concern is written over the squibs face as he watched pull yourself together.

Your attempt to walk away and to Transfiguration fails against when Theodore repeated his earlier action by pulling you back to him. "Stop crying." Theodore's large hands cups your face, bringing you to meet him in a gentle yet powerful kiss.

Merlin, you really hated Theodore, just everything about him. But unfortunately for your sanity, you found yourself loving those same things undefinably.

Did Theodore Nott love you?

You found it sad that you knew the complicated answer to that overly question.  Yet here you were standing, knuckles practically forced between your lips, one leg pressed into the wooden bookshelf as Theodore ate you out like a starved man.

His tongue was roughly swirling against on your clitoris, annually sucking up the juices he earned from you. Your heart was beating rapidly, chest heaving up and down. And you didn't know weather this adrenaline rush was from the pleasure you were feeling or because you were in the schools library.. Or because on the other side of the bookcase was Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

A person who Theodore had just wrongly accused you of flirting with and wanting to fuck, and the other who probably wishes upon a well that you'd leave him alone. Clearly, the brunettes motives behind wanting to take you right here were clear. And had he not preformed a silencing charm on the two of you, your sure they would've heard your whining and his sucking, slurping, and curses. But a silencing charm wouldn't have stopped someone, anyone, from walking by and seeing the two of you in this obscene state, and that makes you throb, lowly moaning.

"Theo--" You sob.

Theodore growled against your wet flesh, bringing your body closer to him by the hand that he had on your waist. "You want more?"

Despite it being so sick, you nod.

And you knew the sickness behind this situation was what caused that large smile to smile across his full pink lips. He pushed your leg further back into the bookshelf, allowing himself more access before burying his face in-between your thighs once again.

You were absolutely terrified of what would happen had somebody saw you like this, vaginal area on display as the same boy you'd just been fighting with in the courtyard made a embarrassing mess out of you, the rumors that would be spread about you would tarnish your reputation for sure.

You squeeze your eyes shut, butting down further on your knuckles as you roll yourself against his pleasuring tongue.

You could feel your release approaching, probably only one tongue swipe away from getting it out of you. But Theodore ripped his mouth away from you, like you did not deserve your release, and it's gone with the wind. He was such a tease, and you really hated that. Theodore slapped your hand away when you tried to pull his head back between your thighs. Theodore stands to his feet, towering over your height like a tree as usual, and you watched as his fingers frantically went to unbuckle his belt. The desperation clear, the burning fire, behind his eyes as he started at you lets you know that Theodore Nott was seriously about to fuck you until were completely incoherent.

Harshly, Theodore manhandled you around until your back was facing him. Now, your chest was pushed up against the cold bookshelf and due to a few missing books, you could currently see both Hermione and Harry sitting down at a table, studying. Had one of them looked up and stared in your direction, your sure they'd see your face. This makes you hiss out, wanting to look away but Theodore roughly grabbed your jaw, keeping you in place before you could even get the chance.

"Hold it," He breathed out, and without a second thought you scrunched up the plaid school skirt you wore in your hands. Your breath hiked, "'He's no good for you, Y/L/N'" Theodore gritted in your ear, mocking your best friend. Before you could defend her honor, you felt him buried deep inside of you.

"Why don't you fuck my other best friend instead?" Your body knocked into the bookshelf at every hard thrust he gave you. From the way Theodore had you stretched around him your jaw drops, a strangled moan escaping from it loudly. "But you'd like that wouldn't you? He's what you want?"

You would admit that Harry Potter was an attractive boy. He was nice to you, always offered to help you with things, or walk you back to your house after class. And to say that you never thought he liked you would be a lie. But why would you want anything to do with Harry when you had Theodore?

Your eyes squeezed shut. At your lack of response to his question, Theodore pounds into you painfully harder, no doubt realizing that you are actually thinking about the question. "But I'm what you need, Y/N. He can't ever do the things that I do to you, remember that." You whine like a neglected infant at that, for more perhaps?

You stand up on you are tipped toes, attempting to brush an little bit of the pleasuring pain you were feeling but Theodore wasn't going for it. He wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing your back to his chest, whispering harshly in your ear, "Stop running, Take it."

Your pull your lower lip between teeth, attempting to stop yourself from screaming as you finally came undone. Tears began to fall from your glistening eyes, landing on the white button up blouse that were wearing.

Theodore ruts himself into you even harder, holding you in place by your throat to get himself off and nearly cutting off your airway. Although you didn't entirely mind.

As previously said, you enjoyed everything Theodore Nott had to offer you, even the not exactly mentally sane stuff. Theodore finally pulled himself out of you, and you were that he was about to finish. That was until he spun your around to face him, placed his hands underneath your kneecap, and hauled you up. Without even having to be asked,  you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You also took Theodore's lips into yours without having to be asked. Your trembling hands catered his face, tongue sliding over his in an extremely sloppy manner.

But the kiss was disconnected, your teeth baring with a hiss when he slips back in you. Theodore was pace was different this position, a lot more slower and deep, almost meaningful. "You think he'll still like you if he saw us?" He challenged, panting heavily.

"You wouldn't even care, would you?" He chuckled, giving you a smile that displays all his pretty pearly white teeth. "Because I'm all you need, right?"

You nodded your head, agreeing.

"Merlin Nott, you're such asshole!"

You had not even realized that you were crying.. not until you felt Pansy Parkinson hands brush against your cheeks. Her other hand was on your back, attempting to soothe you but it was failing to work.

Theodore looked at you with dead eyes. Yet even then you could see the amusement behind them, almost taunting you. And that made you that much angrier. You picked up an object from the table, launching at the brunette. "I...I hate you! S-So much!"

Theodore dodged it, the same way he does every time you tried throwing something at him while arguing. "Crazy little bi--"

Crazy?

Truthfully, you were in disbelief at the word that just escaped Theo's mouth. How dare he have the nerve to say you were behaving crazy? How dare he? Not when Theodore just basically called you clingy and told you to fuck off in front of his friends.

The embarrassment hurt just as bad as any other time he denied your relationship in and out closed doors. How could he just call things off whenever he felt like it? And you realize that you gave him that confidence by crawling back each time he did.

You're the reason that Theodore felt so comfortable treating you like something off the bottom of his shoe whenever he felt like it. And who was to say that that would change if there was a label on your situation?

"Why do you keep doing this to me?!" You spoke to him and his jaw clenched. "Merlin What did I do to deserve this?" You cried more to yourself this time.

Ever since you welcomed Theodore back in your life at the Black Lake, you have found your self crying so much more. Why did you have to love someone so nonchalant? So evil Why couldn't you love someone like Harry.. or even Draco Malfoy would be better.

Anything was better than someone that was selfish like Theodore Nott. You have dug yourself into this to insane misalliance because you have allowed him to be so selfish with your love that he didn't even deserve.

“Y--You don’t even deserve me...” You admitted said to him, sniffling. “So hey Nott, fuck you.” You wanted to launch something else at Theodore, shout, cry some more but that was the reaction that he wants from you. “Fuck you, Theodore Nott!” His jaw clenched at those words, expression twisting.

He wanted to see you insane at his hands, break yourself until you had other choice but to come to him comfort.

You snatched yourself out of Pasny’s grip, Theodore wore an expression that you couldn’t quite read because it’s so unfamiliar. Regret? Confusion? You couldn’t tell.

And for that you could not contain yourself from throwing a pillow at him. “You will never find someone better than me!”

You both knew that.

Then you breathlessly laughed, “And that’s disappointing because you’ll never ever have me again, Theodore Nott.”

Part four >>>

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

We bleed tonight II

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a/n thank you so much to @brekkershadowsinger for beta reading this for me! Who am I without you.🤍

warnings: mentions of past trauma

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Azriel's life was falling apart as he rushed up the stairs. He couldn't stop. He had to move. He had to keep going. If he was to miss a step and tremble down, he was never going to stand up again. Move, move, go, the spymaster muttered to himself. The walls started to cave in on him. His chest suddenly felt as tight as the chains around your wrists. Your wrists. At that minute, Azriel wanted the tightness around them to hurt, but now he couldn't help the worry. Couldn't help the regret. Azriel didn't mean it. Or did he?

"Azriel", a voice rang out from behind the spymaster, but Azirel didn't turn around—he couldn't. He couldn't because he was feeling ashamed. He felt as if he had failed Rhys. Failed his court. He was the protector. He had to stop thinking like that before they grew roots and shared what they had all built throughout the years together. But he didn't. For the first time in his life, Azriel missed a threat. "I saw the tint before I… did nothing and missed it", Azriel choked out, hand coming to clap his own throat as he braced himself on the wall. His wings sagged behind him as he sank to the floor. "Azriel", the high lord repeated, kneeling before his spymaster. Before his brother. Yet not recognizing him. Azriel's distant demeanor was just as unfamiliar to him.

"What were you doing to get the towels so dirty?", you were seated in Azriel's leather chair, spinning around as you munched on an apple. "Touched up my hair", "It looks like someone had some serious diarrhea in our bathroom", you let out an offended gasp. "I'm sorry, are you saying that my hair looks like shite, spymaster?", you leaned onto his table, narrowing your eyes. Azriel stepped closer, "That is not true, but you are a messy one. So small but so messy", Azriel leaned to your level just as you let out a huff. "You're full of insults this morning, lover bug", "Not true again, however, I would love to see your natural hair". Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't lose the smile. This conversation had occurred many times before. The first time it happened, you had gone so pale that Azriel thought you were going to faint on the spot. Then he managed to learn that you just hated your hair color. Then that you hated it because it reminded you too much of who you had been. It had stayed at that for a long time now. Whenever the conversation flowed to this, you always got defensive, so Azriel chose to drop it. And now he wishes he hadn't. If only he hadn't, he would have figured this out way sooner.

"Azriel", it had almost turned into a mantra on Rhys's lips. He had no clue how to pull Azriel out of his spiraling head. Stuffed with thoughts that were drowning him slowly. Dunkig him deeper and deeper. "I fucking missed it, Rhys. She slept in my bed", Azriel muttered, pulling at the roots of his hair. Rhys clasped his brother's shoulder, trying to meet his eyes. The sound of your laugh filled Azriel's mind; his hands clasped over his eyes instantly.

"What are you looking at", you muttered, still sleepy. White sheets the only thing covering your body. Azriel inched closer, leaving feather-like kisses on your exposed arms. "You, I'm looking at you", Azriel murmured against your skin, and you let out yet another chuckle. Azriel soaked up the warmth of your skin. You were always so warm. At nights, when he felt like he was drowning, it was your warmth that pulled him out. Warming his frosty heart. Wrapping him up from all the freezing darkness that he loved to surround himself with. His sunshine. His light. "Why are you being so sweet?", your fingers pushed through Azriel's messy hair, "Because I love you." His body had stilled when the realization of the words that had slipped through his lips hit him. Your big eyes gape at him now.

In a perfect world, Azriel would have disappeared between his shadows, but then a little smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Say it again", you ordered him quietly. Azriel watched you for a heartbeat. Your hopeful eyes had been glazed with a shine that glimmered in the morning sun. As if his words had just broken a curse. As if you had never imagined anyone saying those words to you. "I love you. All of you. Had for a while now", Azriel admitted right as your arms and legs wrapped around his strong torso, bringing him closer to you. A little sob echoed as you pressed yourself closer to your lover. "I love you, I love you so much", you had muttered. Muttered and meant it. Azriel, you knew deep down that you did. Because he felt it. He felt the love. He felt you.

"Azriel, for mother's sake, breath", Rhys's voice ripped Azriel out of the memory. The spymaster drew in a harsh breath in. Yet his lungs seemed to reject oxygen. "She could have killed us all… She", "AZRIEL", Rhys roared this time, "Brother, look at me. What the fuck is happening?", But when Azriel did look up, there was no resemblance of the worrier Rhys knew. No, right before him sat a scared and broken boy. The boy that Rhys and Cassian had dragged out of the dark basement and built up into a man.

Your tears had dried. Sitting with your head still resting on the cell wall, you gazed blankly at the rat that had come out in search of any food scraps. Oddly, it didn't seem foreign. The majority of your childhood, as it was, was spent in places worse than this. You're a disgrace. Your mother should have lost you before you even started to form within her womb. You closed your eyes. Trying to escape the voice that never stopped hunting you.

You knew that you should have handled so many things differently. Velaris wasn't a place where you were meant to stay. You came here with a mission. A task you were meant to carry out and leave. No harm was intended. A promise to fulfill. And be gone after. Nothing but a light autumn breeze. But then Azriel came around, and selfishly, you wanted to stay. You wanted to feel. Wanted to finally have someone who saw you. Who wanted you. Who was ready to start a war for you. Who looked at you. Who listened. Who would never harm you. Until tonight… You pressed your palms over your eyes as another wave of tears came.

"Even if you showed me your darkest secrets, I would stay", Azriel had said to you as you sat under the stars, warped up in each other's arms. You should have said it back then. Should have explained. Because Azriel valued honesty. Mother, trust was key to any relationship. But you couldn't find it in you. It plagued you. As if you were marked by the devil itself. With a tag that you wished you could have ripped off. You didn't want it. It wasn't who you were. You knew what it meant in other courts. Autumn's rat. Your lover's words rang in your ears. No longer his girl. No longer his light. A rat. An ache clasps around your heart. You knew that Azriel was never going to forgive you. And could you forgive him? For tonight. Could you forgive the fact that he believed them? The people who had run you down for decades. Who had stepped on you. But he didn't know. You never told him. A cracking sound made your head quickly dart up as you grasped the cold metal bars. Let it be Azriel, you thought to yourself; let it be him; let me look at him one more time, please.

"You're not thinking straight", Rhys was still kneeling in front of his spymaster, "What happened in Autumn, Azriel?". The high lord's voice wasn't demanding, but he knew this was some sick, twisted joke that Azriel got pulled into. "Because, brother, you just shackled the woman you love in a cell. Let that thought sink in", Rhys said calmly. Cassian grunted from beside him, arms crossed over his chest. If not for Rhys's mind-to-mind request to be with them here, Cassian would be in the dungeons with you. He didn't find it in himself to believe that you had done something wrong, let alone conspired to make a move to spy on Azriel.

"They…", Azriel rasped out, but the speed at which his mind was turning made it so hard for him to pick the right words. "There are papers full of information that she had given to Beron about our moves". Rhys looked up at Cassian, who was already shaking his head, "Let me guess. It was also Beron who so kindly gave it all to you", Azriel didn't even need to nod his head for the two males to know the answer. Now that it has been put in perspective, it did feel stupid. Beron, of all the high lords, knew how to rile people up.

"He knew so much about her, Rhys. He just kept on pulling things one after another. He knew where her birthmark was", Rhys closed his eyes at Azriel's words. The spymaster caught onto the action straight away. "Rhys", "He knew because she grew up with that sadist", a cold shiver ran down Azriel's back. You weren't just from Autumn court. You didn't just work for the man. You were a Vanserra. No, that couldn't be true. I hated what I was, Azriel; I don't want to be that person anymore. You had told him so many times. Every single flinch, every time you zoned out while looking at the fire, every night you woke up drenched in sweat gripping Azriel's hand, every single scar that painted your skin now made sense. You were hunted by him. Beron was the man you looked for in the dark shadows, shivering. Everyone knew how Autumn's high lord was and how his kids were brought up and treated. The fact that you didn't exist in Autumn family's list was clear evidence of how they viewed you.

"It's his vendetta against her. Her existence is what he hates", Rhys continued, "You should have told me", Azriel whined. Scraping to get up. The only thought was now about you and how he had dragged you around the way your father had probably dragged you around for years. "I found out by accident. It was her story to tell, Az. She was going to tell you, but she was scared you were going to view her differently", Azriel cringed at his brother's words. View you differently. He had proven your fears to be true. He had done what you had feared. He had let you down. Azriel looked down at his hands. The scared palms that you had kissed so many times. The palms that you always nestled closer to when he caressed your cheeks. Now he hated them more than ever before. Those hands had hurt you. The thought of the tight grip that he had on you made him feel sick. He was meant to protect you. Keep you safe. What had he done? What was he going to do now? "Let's start by getting her out of there Rhys said, as if reading his spymaster's mind, and Azriel only nodded.

You shook your head as the figure crept closer to you. Wrapping the chains around your body. And when the strand of red hair slipped from under the hood, you couldn't help the shriek of fear that escaped your lips. No, there was no way he found a way in here. There was no way that Azriel or anyone would allow him free access to the night court. You knew that you should have pulled yourself together. Don't show it; lift your head; don't show him that he got under your skin. But the man pulled the hood from his head. A scared face glanced right at you. His eyes pierced your soul.

"Lucien", you muttered so quietly, afraid that this was a dream and if you talked too loudly, he was going to fade away. He opened his mouth to speak, but not a single word came out. He stepped closer and pressed his hands onto the bars, his eyes never leaving you. "Your scent", he muttered finally, "You always seemed so familiar. Like I knew you somehow". Your bottom lip trembled again as you crawled closer to him. "Why are you here? How did you…", if you got framed by Beron. Mother only knew what he was going to do to Lucien. Was he going to be dragged into this as well?

"Eris", the male said, "Eris heard what happened in Autumn and sent me a letter". A tear ran down your cheek at the sound of your brother's name. Spoken so bitterly in this court, but if only they all knew how much he was doing behind closed doors. He was the reason you were here. He was the one who told you to look for Lucien. He was the one who sneaked into your cell back in Autumn, warming you through the night. Who offered to beat you himself so you would escape the real blow from his father's hands. Who did everything he could to keep you safe to keep you alive. Eris was the reason you were breathing now.

"You", Lucien pushed his hand into the cell, twisting the strand of your ginger hair around his fingers. "A sister", he let out a choked chuckle. Your chained hand reached for his. "Mother was pregnant with me when Eris got out to the border". At least that was what Eris had told you. And Lucien was almost always a part of the stories told to you. "Father locked her up after that. I never got to see her again", Lucien added, and you nodded your head. "Because of me, because of us", you trailed off the last part. "What does that mean?", his face suddenly was laced with confusion. You hesitated for a moment. In the position you were in now, you had no idea what was to come next. And this and now might have been the only time that you had with him. The only time to tell him "Beron is not our father, Lucien. Helion is", his face paled, and he backed away slightly. Bracing himself on the cell bars, his brain rushed through every detail that he could think of. "I know it sounds insane…", you started, but he was quick to cut you off, "Stand back". Worry clouded your eyes. Was he going to turn away from you as well? Was he going to leave you behind? Pretend that it never happened? "I don't want to hurt you; stand back", he said once again. You obeyed, moving to the other side of the cell while still watching him.

The walk to the dungeons never felt so long to Azriel. But now he dreaded it. Dreaded seeing the consequences of his actions. Because a part of him knew you were never going to forgive him. Yet he clung to the hope, still clung to the hope that if he explained… He was ready to crawl, to beg for a chance to fix it. Losing you would crush him. Something in his chest tightened at the thought of that. No, he was going to make it all right. No matter what it took, he was going to make it all okay.

Yet, his newly found hope got crushed as quickly as it blossomed. It was empty. The door to the cell was ripped open. Patches of burned-out fabric were splattered inside. The spymaster stepped forward. "Azriel", the high lord had called out for what felt like a thousand times that night, but the spymaster only lifted his hand to silence him. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear a single word. Had you fled? Melted the chains off your hands. Ripped the cell open. There was no way. Then he caught onto the scent—someone else's scent that hadn't been here before. Lucien. Lucien had come to your aid. Or was he bringing you back to Beron? No, he wouldn't. The emissary could be brutal in a fight, but not with the people he loved. Where to? Was he going to be able to find you? To tell you what he wanted to say?

Azriel sank to the floor when the realization of what he had done hit him again. You've been running for so long, and the moment you found your safe haven, Azriel ripped it away from you. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks right as the glistening object caught the spymaster's attention. He reached out to it without a second thought. A necklace. Your necklace. A gift Azriel had given you. The shadow singer wrapped the small pendant in his fist. Mother only knew how much he wanted to roar.

"I will never take it off", you promised, looking down at the blue sapphire, "I want you to have a piece of me with you always", he had said, "Territorial and so Fea-male like, but you're lucky because I love you". Your eyes had been so full of love that night as you reached up to kiss him. You were his back then. Back then, Azriel was sure that he was never going to do anything to hurt you. He knew what this was. Your silent goodbye. Your way of letting him go. Your way of telling him that what he had done had ripped a void between you two. That he had done things you weren't willing to forgive him for. Azriel pressed the palm with the pendant to his chest. A part of him still felt your presence there. Yet there was nothing Azriel could do besides let his heart bleed tonight.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #acotar imagine #acotar x you #acotar x reader

[starjaeyun]

FOOLISH ONE : you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson !

— maybe should've listened to your friends when they warned you about hanma shuji

includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader

warnings! angst, hanma is an asshole (let's be real though, it's hanma we're talking abt 😭), obvious redflags, profanity, crying crying crying, break up

note! hello, it's me. ms. posts something then disappears. i'm sorry for ghosting u guys & my smaus 😭

"him again, huh?" to say the least, your friends were unimpressed that you came to them crying the morning after your 3rd month with Hanma.

Hina sighed, "listen, I'm all for helping them become a better person but it's been three months and I don't see any improvement in his behavior at all"

"and this isn't the first time he didn't show up to your plans. why are you even settling for the guy?" Emma says, visibly trying to control herself from throwing insults at your boyfriend, if you could even consider him that, because as much as she wants to she knows that that's not what you need right now.

"and not to mention, you've been a mess ever since that thing came into your life. just break up with him already y/n. don't settle for a guy like that, you deserve so much more" Yuzuha rubs a comforting hand against your back, "it also hurts us seeing you heartbroken because of some..guy you know"

you sobbed, "that's the thing! I don't know why I can't stop myself from seeing him, I don't even know how I ended up dating him!"

"personally, I think you're out of options. do you want me to introduce you to Mikey-nii? you haven't met him yet, right?" Emma was only half-joking, of course

"now is not the time Ems" Hina lightly slapped Emma's shoulder

after a few more minutes, you've finally calmed down, "I've decided, I'm breaking up with him"

the girls immediately engulfed you in a hug, each of them giving you their goodluck.

the break up went successfully, Hanma didn't try to stop you nor did he seem to care. and while he didn't make it hard for you to end things with him, it made it hard for you to move on and get yourself together.

you spent at least 3 months crying over him, wondering if you made the right decision, which your friends reassured you that you did.

after all your crying, you started focusing more on yourself, friends, school, and family. and your friends couldn't be any happier as they watched how fast you were improving.

but 6 months after your break up and 3 months into your improvements, Hanma Shuji somehow managed to slither his way into your life again.

"hey" your breath hitched upon hearing his voice because what the fuck is he doing outside your classroom? you ignore his presence and continue to walk down the hallway, silently wishing that he's not waiting for you, that would make you feel better.

"don't ignore me" Hanma easily caught up to your retreating figure. you continue to walk as if he wasn't walking right behind you.

and just as you step foot out of the school premises, Hanma pulls you to the nearest alleyway.

but even when it was just the two of you, you refused to look up, you refused to show him the tears building up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry" you stay silent, not looking up or moving an inch

"I was an asshole" he was yet again met by silence, "but I've been thinking about you..since we broke up and I know it's late but I've only come to realize this"

Hanma sighed, "I love—"

"don't you fucking dare!" you finally look up, tears spilling out. "but—"

"NO!" you feel the small and sharp rocks in the alleyway pierce your skin when you fell to your knees, "It's unfair, you can't just— you can't just treat me like bullshit, not give a fuck when I break up with you, and suddenly come to my life a few months later to tell me that you love me!" you sob into your hands, all your hardwork and improvements these past 6 months were immediately washed down the drain.

"I'm sorry—"

"No! fuck you and your stupid fucking apology!" you gather the remaining strength in your body to stand up and walk away

you are not the exception, you remind yourself of Emma's hurtful but truthful words

Hanma won't make a change for you. Hanma won't make you an exception.

"I'll change!" Hanma engulfs you in a back hug, "for you. I'll do everything it takes to win you back, I'll treat you better, anything..just please give me a chance"

you let out a shaky breath as Hanma turned you around, "I love you" he whispers

tears slip out once more and he cups your face to wipe them with his thumb, "I fucking hate you" he continues to wipe your seemingly never ending stream of tears

"I know..it's okay, you have every right" a kiss on your forehead was all it took to break your cracked resolve, "may I..." his face inched closer to yours and when you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, he closed the gap.

you will never learn your lesson

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[burst-of-iridescent]

Aang was indeed a bad father. It's way past time we stopped making excuses for him.

An all too common defense for Aang is the fact that he's a monk and is not well-versed in how parenting looks. Yeah! No shit! But do you know who is well-versed? Katara! They talk as if Aang is a single parent like Toph but he is not. Katara's been on Aang's side since the day they met, always stood up for him, always complimented him.

Is this really the thanks she gets? Are they really that disinterested in explaining Katara's side of the story? As if her not getting a statue wasn't insulting enough.

Another major flaw in this defense is that Aang is not just a monk. He's the avatar. This means, part of mastering all elements also means embodying all of the ideologies based on said elements. That includes elements/ideologies completely opposite of his own. His daughter's crack about Aang "cutting and running when things get tough" shows that he's learned absolutely nothing.

We never truly see him master all the elements, he just gets them and, more or less, calls it a day. I'm even beginning to doubt that he's truly mastered his default airbending and he just got his tattoos prematurely because the monks were impressed with his scooter invention.

Zuko got the privilege of understanding the ideologies of other nations, allowing him to grow, and unlearn any toxic masculinity lessons through them, and would blow a gasket if he ever saw a kid get mistreated by a parent in any way. Is it really any wonder why Zuko is the more popular character and the most requested choice for Katara, in comparison to Aang?

using the "but he was a monk!" argument to excuse aang's bad parenting is fucking baffling to me. even leaving aside that aang did have a father figure (or are we collectively ignoring monk gyatso?), i don't think you need to witness fatherhood in action to understand that showing preferential treatment to one of your children is a messed up thing to do. that seems like the kind of thing that should be common sense, especially when you're best friends with the guy who's walking proof of what happens when you play favourites with your kids.

truthfully, i also don't fully agree with katara being able to compensate for aang's supposed lack of knowledge. while i do believe katara was a good mother, and i don't think it was her responsibility to teach her own husband how to be a good parent, i have my doubts about how much, if ever, katara called aang out on his behaviour towards bumi and kya. if their relationship in atla was any indication, i suspect katara very much turned a blind eye (or at most tried to gently suggest that aang pay more attention to bumi and kya) to aang's flaws in this area, as she (unfortunately) does in most others. that's one of the reasons i was never able to get onboard with kat.aang, because katara is the only one of the gaang who is never able to meaningfully challenge aang, even when he desperately needs it. (the only time i recall her trying to push him to do something he doesn't want is in sozin's comet when the fate of the literal world depended upon it. not a good omen, methinks.)

the katara we knew in atla might not have idly sat by while aang favored his airbending child over the others, but the seeds for who she turns out to be in lok are already planted. it's not a stretch to see how katara's blind faith in aang, and her unwillingness to confront his flaws, could have easily led her down the path to the woman who would fail to stop her husband from neglecting two of their children.

it's no surprise that aang in lok is repeating all the same mistakes he did in atla, because his character arc came to a screeching halt at the start of book 3 and was never picked back up again. how are we meant to believe that aang ever became the avatar (yknow, the embodiment of all four nations in one) when he was still, at the very end of the show, prioritizing the values of one nation over the others?

truly the shocker of the century that people might prefer katara to be with a character who had a believable arc with well-written development and a satisfying conclusion, instead of the narrative equivalent of a brick wall.

#anti kataang #zutara #aang critical

[inthememetime]

Alfred finds and adopts three homeless teens while the whole of the Batclan is away, the three teens are of course The Fentons. Alfred on the other hand had been dealing with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome and takes the trio in, so by the time the rest of the Batclan filters back there are three extra people in the Manor but the Fentons deliberately ghost the rest of the residents.

I love this for four reasons:

The potential for Alfred, who wishes Bruce would stop adopting small violent children, realizing that HE is the same.

You can't tell me Alfred, Danny, Dani, and Jazz won't be BFFs. Jazz is the only (mostly) sane person in this house besides him. Dani absolutely WILL spy and report on injuries in exchange for more of that casserole. Danny and Alfred have similar sarcastic wit.

"If we had a nickel for every billionaire with a secret identity we know, we would each have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird it happened twice."

The SHENANIGANS!!!!!

Shenanigans include:

At first, Alfred doesn't tell the Batfam because they're a family of detectives. Surely they'll notice. Over time, it becomes a contest of who can make them suspect the most without being found.

Alfred either playing it off or staring with a raised eyebrow when one of the Batfam asks why/if he's talking to himself.

Jazz can only be turned invisible in the nick of time so many times before somebody finds out about her. "It says here, Ms. Fenton, that you have a brother?" "Yes, Danny. He died. But don't worry, he got better!"

When Tim is forbidden caffeine for a week, Danny drinks his coffee super fast or Dani replaces it with chamomile tea with black food coloring.

Dani: "You know Dick, you really shouldn't do that."

Dick, after a moment of panic, realizing there's nothing in the room with him. "....God?"

Dani, realizing how much chaos she can cause: "yeah, that's me! God."

Danny and Dani take turns being human just to walk past open doors. They all look enough alike to Tim, Dick, Damien, and a young Jason in uncertain light that the rest of the fam has to do double takes.

When someone calls Constantine over as a favor, he takes 2 steps into the manner, says no, and RUNS.

"So I've heard the voice of God, and it sounds like a 14-year-old girl."

"....how hard did Bane hit you again?"

"God says Jason is the one who stole your book."

"...right ok."

Bruce decides he's gonna go be Batman while wounded. He snuck out, so Al calls his Secret Ghost Squad.

Batman is repeatedly interrupted (*cough* saved) by 2 OP glowing metas. Constantine will no longer cross Gotham's borders.

Danny: "You need more ectoplasm. You're a growing half-ghost."

Jason: *shoots the wall* "WHAT THE FUCK WHO WAS THAT?!"

Danny: would you believe it was God?

Jason: NO

Jason figures it out first because he's being parented by a dead guy. He actually doesn't mind that much because he gets to visit the GZ

Cass figures out second because she's observant.

Dick figures it out third by spraying 'God' with paint. He then realizes he attacked an invisible creature that can go through walls with no idea how to fight it.

Tim figures it out by deliberately putting salt in his coffee to see what would happen.

Damien finds Cujo. He is Upset that Cujo already has an owner. Danny tells Damien in exchange for Damien to stop yelling insults at him. (Dani calls him Weak for this, and tells Damien 15 minutes later because he thought she was calling HIM weak and had Opinions)

"Oh shit."

Steph bribes the 'house spirits' for prank help, and then tricks them. They tell her out of Respect.

Duke starts talking to himself about star output on his homework, gets stuck, and SpaceBoi helps. Duke's 10 minutes into stars actually being interesting for once before he realizes he's talking to a ghost.

Bruce has been introduced to them by Jazz. Alfred made her after the 4th sleepless night due to researching the surprise metas.

Dani: its cool dude, but now I have to go prank Tim. Bye!

Vlad shows up for a private meeting with Bruce Wayne. The ghosties reveal themselves in order to kick his ass.

Alfred is the only person who can get away with calling Danny 'Daniel' and Dani 'Danielle'. Anyone else has Serious Regrets.

The Joker breaks Alfred's leg in a bombing. He's never seen again. Danny, Dani, and Jazz are a little TOO innocent

#inthememetime #danny phantom au #ask answered #dp x dc #come ask me things! #batfam

[tears0fsatan]

Hey there. ^^ May I ask for some angst oneshots?

"Look at me, you're safe. And you're not alone, and I'll never let you be alone again, you understand?"- Beelzebub

"I made you cry, and I hate myself for that. I swore I wouldn't be one of the people who left you hurting." - Lucifer

"I can't take the very though of you getting hurt. " - Satan

"Please, tell me why you're upset. Tell me who did this?" - Asmodeus

Ty if you do. ^^

-🥀

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader (no pronouns used), relationship between the charas aren't specified, angst / comfort, mention of violence (asmo), small mention of blood (asmo), slightly suggestive (asmo), possessive language (asmo), reader has a panic attack (beel)

in loving memory of 🥀 anon.

LUCIFER !

it was an accident, truly. his patient mask had slipped and cracked, along with it came a flurry of insults he hurled at the nearest living soul in the heat of the moment.

he was harshly pulled out of his aggravated stupor upon seeing who his unfortunate victim was. now, lucifer was emotionally constipated by all means, however he was not a fool nor was he heartless. he realised what he said was hurtful, the kind of harshness one couldn't take back.

you spared him a final glance before turning on your heels and sauntering out the room, leaving the demon to wallow in his regret.

the lucifer prior to your arrival in devildom would've laughed at the emotional vulnerability, thinking that showing such dramatics would get you nowhere. he believed that he was a being above emotional outbursts.

fortunately, he knew better now. he was aware that his mindset was skewed and he worked hard to change for the better.

for once, the demon felt... lost and scatterbrained. he wanted to chase after you and apologise, confound what the others would think about his desperation. he would happily bring down the moon and the stars if you simply asked him to, even if it meant putting aside his pride.

yet, he wasn't sure if you wanted him to do that. he knew it was right to give you time and space, but was that something you wanted?

lords, this was bringing back his anxiety from his younger days.

he knew that he needed to apologise, one way or another. the only problem was, he didn't know how. should he go grand? bring you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and order all your favourite desserts from déjà vu or was that too much? should he prepare what he would say or would that seem insincere?

"fuck, what an utter fool." lucifer growled out to himself, two fingers rubbing circles on his forehead. "thousands of years alive and yet this is what causes you grievance?"

he figured that his best option was to apologise now, the sooner he did, the quicker he could work on fixing what he screwed up. so, he did his best to think of what he could say that wouldn't come off as tone deaf on his way to your room.

however, when faced with your swollen, red rimmed eyes and the tear tracks that trailed down your cheeks, all the words he had prepared disappeared from his mind. his mouth remained tightly shut as he took in your dishevelled appearance, regret piling up in his mind.

"i made you cry, and i hate myself for that. i swore i wouldn't be one of the people who left you hurt, and i apologise for not up holding my word." the words flowed out of him before his mind registered what was happening.

in the midst of his apology, he had wound up squeezing his eyes shut, his embarrassment and remorse getting the better of him. he heard you take in a deep breath, probably processing the uncharacteristic apology that spilled past his lips.

the silence shared between the two of you was deafening, shit, maybe this was too abrupt? maybe he should've given you more time...

before he could spiral further into his thoughts, your quiet voice reached his ears, "thank you, um, maybe we could, uh, talk it out in the morning?"

SATAN !

things between you and satan had been rocky recently. the two of you had an argument over something small and in the end, both of your tempers had blown it out of proportion. what started out as a silly, offhand comment turned into a hiccup in your relationship.

it had been days since the two of you last spoke to each other, it went to the extent that neither of you glanced at the other when paths crossed at school and at home.

obviously, it wasn't hard for the other brothers to pick up the weird tension between the two of you, mammon even going as far as to pull satan aside to ask him what the deal was with the tense atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

though, after learning about what caused the rift in your relationship, the brothers decided to stay out of it, which admittedly did disappoint satan, just a tiny bit. they told him that this was his problem to deal with, and while he did agree, he was hoping mammon or leviathan could've talked to you.

days slowly turned into a week and there was still no sign of an apology from either one of you. little by little, old habits were making their way back into satan's life.

he found himself spending most of his time holed up in his room, novel in hand and surrounded by the comfort of his books. despite how nonchalant he looked, in reality, he hadn't been reading the novel at all, mind lost in ways he could make up things with you.

a loud crash echoed throughout the near empty house, causing the unfocused demon to look up in shock. he knew that all of his brothers weren't home and that you were the only other living soul in the house at the time.

that made him spring up to his feet immediately, discarding his book somewhere beside him and rushing out the door to find you.

he was quick to find you, on the floor of the kitchen surrounded by numerous pots and pans. thankfully, it didn't seem as though you sustained a serious injury.

regardless, he rushed towards you with a new found urgency. "are you okay?" satan hurriedly asked, quickly looking over your appearance to see if you had injured yourself.

an uneasy silence took over, neither of you wanting to relent and start the conversation.

"i can't take the very thought of you getting hurt." satan muttered quietly, deciding to take the initiative and break the stillness that had washed over the two of you.

you finally made eye contact with the demon and the hesitance in your action made his eyebrows twitch in sadness? guilt? regret? maybe it would've been more accurate to say it was a cocktail of all those emotions combined.

"well, i'm not hurt so... you don't have to look at me like that." your voice held no malice, instead it was filled with awkwardness, much like your voice back when you first came to devildom. it felt like a punch to the gut, honestly.

nevertheless, satan felt relieved, in a way. at least the hard part was over and now all that was needed was a good long chat.

ASMODEUS !

a wolf whistle echoed from behind you when you twirled around in front of asmodeus' mirror, checking yourself out in the outfit he picked out for you. from where asmodeus sat on his bed behind you, he was openly eyeing you like you were his prey.

he skipped his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. "you look so pretty, hon! i could eat you up right here, right now!"

your giggle drew him out from where he had buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. "asmo, we're gonna be late." you sweetly reminded him, which resulted in a whine from the demon.

however, with a few grumbles under his breath, asmodeus relented. he wanted more than anything to have your sole attention on him and play with him all night long, but he couldn't lie to himself, an entire crowd of peoples attention on him was just a tad bit more tempting.

"you have to promise to play with me allllll night long tomorrow, okay?" the demon drawled out, holding both of your hands in his and looking at you with the biggest, wettest puppy eyes he could muster.

your loud laugh and bashful expression did make him hesitate, but luckily, you were already tugging him out the door.

hours later, asmodeus found himself in a buzz, surrounded by succubi and incubi alike, pressing themselves against him. he relished in the attention they were giving him, all of their lust and desire only fuelling on his drunken haze.

he had lost sight of you not long after arriving at the location of the party, got swept away by his adoring fans. he figured you were fine, you could handle a party, right?

that was until a commotion brought him back to his senses. he attempted to ignore it at first, it was probably another dumb brutish brawl between the succubi and incubi, nothing to be worried about. it was only when he heard something oddly similar to the sound of your crying did he take an interest in what transpired.

he rushed past the crowd of demons, no longer in a state of intoxication.

"asmo.. i'm sorry." the demon watched the tears fall down your face, his heart cracking at sight of you so distressed and drenched in demonous.

asmodeus shook his head with a new found urgency and closed the distance between the two of you. his vanity cried out at the feeling of the sticky alcohol against his clothes and skin, ruining his usual perfect image.

"honey please, tell me why you're upset. tell me, who did this?" yet, his sin, his bloodlust, flared at the gall of whichever lowly being did this to his precious human.

he tried his best at holding back his rage, his demon form ready to make its appearance. he would murder them, tear them apart limb from limb. he wanted to see them bleed, he wanted to see them beg for mercy. he would make sure they paid for what they had done to you, to what was his.

"the outfit- it's ruined... i'm sorry." your voice shook despite asmo's attempts to calm you down. it broke his heart to hear you so hung up over the fact that the outfit he handpicked for you was ruined, rather than the state you were in.

"darling, that's not what i'm worried about..." asmodeus looked at the demons surrounding him and you, making sure to look each of them in the eye. "let's get you all cleaned up, hm? there's a new face mask that i got and wanted to try with you!"

BEELZEBUB !

a human food bazaar was opening in devildom's plaza and no one was more determined to run the stalls dry of their stock than beelzebub. he had heard from a few reliable sources (definitely not barbatos and solomon) that there would be a variety of traditional foods from countries all across the human realm and who would be better at tasting all assortment of foods than the avatar of gluttony himself?

of course, he wouldn't go alone, he would need a companion to accompany him on this journey and there was only one candidate in mind, you. you weren't one to deny him either, not when his eyes were practically sparkling and drool had begun to pool in the corners of his mouth.

with that, the two of you had set off for your trip into the plaza. the crowd had been larger than beelzebub expected, so even though he wanted nothing more than to go on a rampage and absolutely annihilate the stall's stock, he came here to enjoy a day off with you.

he tightly gripped your hand, worried you would get lost within the sea of demons. he felt you squeeze his hand and when he turned back to look at you, you were already looking at him with a smile gracing your face.

"beel, honey, there's no rush. there'll be enough for you when we make our rounds." the demon felt himself calm down at the gentle reminder, the unnoticed tension in his shoulder slowly easing. he offered you a smile of his own before pulling you towards a stall that caught his eye.

this continued on for over an hour and you were at your limit. you had told beelzebub that you would find a place to sit and rest nearby, despite the puppy eyes he flashed you. he had waited to see where you sat down before running off the more stalls, this time with the thought to bring snacks the two of you could eat together.

when he returned with the snacks in hand, you were nowhere to be found. a panic immediately set in and a million thoughts raced through his head, where did you go? did you go willingly? were you okay? had someone hurt you?

he didn't know what to do, where to go from here. in his frenzied state, he put all his focus into his hearing, in hopes he could identify the sound of your voice amongst the sea of demons.

after a few minutes of adjusting to all the noise, he zeroed in on the sound of your sniffle not too far where he was located. he relied on the sound of your laboured breathing to track down where you had curled into yourself behind a wall, away from the main crowd.

the demon didn't waste time and rushed towards you. the way your breathing seemed frantic and your heartbeat was worryingly fast had him checking all over you, to make sure you weren't hurt physically.

"look at me, you're safe. you're not alone, and i'll never let you be alone again, okay?" beelzebub tried his best to say what he thought would help calm you down, his own anxiety beginning to build up. his first thought was to get his brothers, maybe lucifer or satan would know how to help, but the second you felt him pull away, your hands tightly clung onto his sleeve.

with your eyes screwed shut, you shook your head rapidly, "no, don't- don't leave, please."

no amount of hunger could prepare beelzebub for the pain of hearing you beg for him to stay. he could only watch and rub circles on your back as you tightly screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to control your breathing.

he held you in his arms until you calmed down, the only remains of your panic attack being your cheeks sticky with tears. you chuckled and wiped your eyes before glancing at the long forgotten snacks on the ground, "i'm sorry for ruining today, i got overwhelmed from the amount of people here."

beelzebub shook his head vigorously, "you didn't ruin anything. i had fun spending the day with you, even if we didn't eat everything."

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

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[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.11

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Annalisa moved around her office in Pendulum, needing to get a jump on work. Sy would be by later as they got closer to opening to start the paperwork and meet the security team. Inventory counts, nights totals, police report from last night. The fact that Sy's brother was one of the suits that showed up was a bit amusing. She'd dealt with him a few times before and he was a decent guy.

The office door opened without a knock beforehand and she looked over at it as Eugene walked inside, his posture tense.

“Knocking is a thing.” She said simply.

“Why is your new boy toy put in the system as the new Head of Security?” He asked, his tone angry.

“Because he is our new Head of Security.” She said, as if it were obvious, and it was.

“A bouncer I could understand, the man is a neanderthal hick—”

“Don't talk about him like that.”

“But Head of Security?” He asked, “How in the hells is he qualified for that?”

“By being a former Captain in the Army Special Forces.” She said, “With multiple tours under his belt. He's a bit overqualified for being simply a member of security, don't you think?”

“Annie, you're letting your personal feelings impact your business decisions.”

“Excuse me? How? We needed a new Head, he needed a job and was qualified. It doesn't matter how I feel about him. If he had found the position positing online and applied, he would have gotten it. Because he's qualified for the position.”

“Just because you enjoy sleeping with him—”

“He's my Tovaras.” She said and he paused.

“Excuse me?” Eugene asked, his voice controlled.

“Sy is my Tovaras.” She clarified, “It's why he felt so different to me, why I felt so strongly for him since the beginning. He's my Tovaras de Viata.”

“He's a human.” Eugene said but she was silent. “He's not a human.”

“No, Eugene, he isn't. He's a wolf, like Ethan.”

“You're fucking a dog? Are you stupid?”

“Get out.” Annalisa said.

“Annie—”

“Eugene Dubois, get the fuck out of my office. That's twice you've insulted him and now you've insulted me. Get out of my sight and remember your place.” He looked like he was going to argue, but she just kept eye contact before he looked away.

“Yes, Lady Caulfield.” He said and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Sy walked into Pendulum, heading past the bar and Ethan taking count of what they had on hand. The club was quiet, the day lights on, the large bladed pendulum on the back wall behind thick glass stationary instead of swinging back and forth on a track like it usually did.

“Hey, man.” He called out and Ethan turned.

“Hey, brother.” Ethan said, “Heard you're joining our little gang.”

“Yeah, Annie offered me a job.” He said, heading over to the bar.

“Avoid Renaud--”

"Eugene." Sy said and there was a beat.

"Is that his real name?" Ethan asked with a snort and Sy nodded. "Wow, okay. Anyway, he's pissed and on a war path.”

“Thanks for the heads up. He gonna be a problem for me?”

“He won't go against Annie if he knows what's good for him.” Ethan said, “Besides, she handles the staff, not him.”

“Yeah. You in their little inner circle?”

“The coven?” He asked and Sy nodded. “Not officially. It's only a vamp thing, traditionally, but I'm in on meetings when they have them. You will too, probably.”

“How many on the payroll are non-human?” Ethan was speaking plainly, so Sy figured it was safe for him to do so as well.

“Only a few. We're the only wolves that I know of. Sweeney, Shelley, and Frost are vamps, they patrol the floor looking out for trouble and take care of the VIPs. A couple members of security.”

“Yeah, Annie let me know about them last night during the drug thing.”

“Eugene, obviously,” Ethan said, “The other bartender, Jayce, he's human and in the dark though, so mums the word around him. Annie'll probably introduce you to the vamp staff privately."

"I know why I call her Annie, why do you?"

"Because she's Annie." Ethan said with a shrug, "I was in a bad spot after I got infected, half feral and dangerous. She took me in, got me straightened out, gave me a job. I know what you're probably thinking, and no, it didn't go any farther than that. She's like...I don't know, a big sister or a mom. She took care of me until I was able to take care of myself. I'd do anything for her, because I know she'd do anything for me. For all of us. Except maybe Eugene. Can't believe that's his real name, the try-hard."

“She's my Mate.”

“I know.” Ethan said, “Dude, my nose is hypertuned like yours. You carry her scent, and not just because you're bunking together. It's a part of you now. Just like she carries yours. You're her—the hell do they call it? Tovaras? It ain't just chemistry, Sy, it's biology. Speak of the She-Devil.” Annalisa gave him a look as she moved next to Sy, her hand sliding over his low back and he gave her a soft look.

“When did you get here?” She asked.

“Not long, just talkin' to Ethan about the lay of the land.” He said, his arm lifting to wrap around her shoulders. “Heard Eugene is in a bother.” Ethan snorted softly, turning back around to continue taking stock.

“Eugene.” He whispered, chuckling.

“He'll get over it.” She said, “Come on, let's head back to my office and we'll get a jump on the tax paperwork.”

“Taxes?” He asked with a note of disgust.

“Yes, taxes. You still have to file a W-2 and a 1099.”

“You been in this city since before it was a city, how do you keep people from noticin' that you don't age?” Sy asked.

“By knowing people who know people.” She said with a shrug.

“You sure you ain't in the mob?” He asked and Ethan snorted again.

“Yes, I'm sure.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, bureaucracy awaits.”

The paperwork was every bit as boring as he remembered as he looked over the various tax forms and employment documentation.

“I haven't signed my name this much since I enlisted.” He said, throwing the pen down on the desk and leaning back in his chair.

“You were a Captain, weren't you?”

“Yeah.”

“That requires a college degree, at least a Bachelors.”

“Went into ROTC outta high school, Criminal Justice.”

“You have a Bachelors in Criminal Justice, a military background with tours overseas, and you couldn't get a position in at least the Police Academy?” She asked but he shook his head.

“I had an honorable discharge, but it was listed as medical. On-going complications due to injuries sustained in the line of duty. I guess they didn't wanna chance it.”

“Does the Army know about...” She let it trail off, but he knew what she was asking.

“Not that I'm aware of.” Sy said, “I was pretty banged up, so when they asked if I wanted to keep goin', I told'em no and they discharged me. Be pretty hard to hide it if I stayed in.”

“Probably a good call.” She said, “Besides, if you stayed in, you probably wouldn't have been in Bixby's that night and we would have never met.”

“Doors, windows, ya know.” He said and she got up from her chair on the other side of the desk, walking around it and going behind him, leaning over and resting on his shoulders, her hands smoothing over his chest. “I want you to meet my family.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You already know Brian, but there's his wife and kids, and I got three other brothers. Pete and Jake are both married with kids, and Mikey is the youngest but is too busy bein' twenty-four to settle down.”

“Nor should he, at that age. Marrying that early almost never works out. You don't know who you are yet to settle with someone for the rest of your life.”

“How old were you when you got married?” Sy asked and she paused. “Annie?”

“You sure you want to know that answer?” She asked and he turned slightly to look up at her.

“Not so much anymore.” Sy said, “You weren't like...sixteen, were you?” She had been Turned on her wedding night, so however old she was when she was married, was the age she would be forever.

“No.” She said with a snort, “It may have been a different time, but there was still decorum when it came to marriage. Especially since children were expected from the union. I was twenty when I married. Markus was...well, a couple centuries past that, but passed his age as thirty-five.”

“Your folks let their twenty year old daughter marry a man they thought was fifteen years older than her?”

“Different time, remember?” She reminded him, “But you're right, twenty at that time was still considered a bit young, most women married at twenty-two or twenty-three. However, Markus was a Lord, remember? And wealthy. We...weren't.”

“How'd you meet him?”

“You're going to hate him if I tell you.”

“Annalisa.”

“I was a maid for his estate. It was one of the very few ways, besides seamstress or prostitute, for a woman to be employed. I sent all the money I made back to my parents as, because I was a maid, I had free room and board at his estate in the servants' quarters.”

“He was your boss.” Sy said, and she was right, he was starting to hate him. She had been twenty, a servant, and... “He held all the power. Over where you lived, if you ate, if your family got money to survive.”

“Sy...” She moved away from him with a sigh.

“Annalisa, the man took advantage of you.”

“Markus was never inappropriate with us, never asked things of us outside our job descriptions.”

“That don't make it right. It don't matter he didn't get frisky with the other maids, it matters that he got frisky with you.”

“The man married me, Kyle! Would it have been better if he got under my skirts and then kicked me out once he got bored?!”

“It don't matter that he put a ring on your finger!” Sy said, getting up from his chair, “You were twenty! Barely outta bein' a teen and he seduced you!”

“Doesn't seem to bother you.”

“Don't you dare.” Sy said, “You're a few centuries past twenty now, Annalisa, and even if you weren't, I ain't holdin' your livelihood and the livelihood of your entire fuckin' family over you.”

“Neither did he!” She yelled, “He didn't just fuck me in a hall closet and marry me to avoid a scandal, Sy! He courted me and he proposed because he loved me, and I said yes because I loved him.”

“The power balance between you—”

“For fucks sake, Kyle! It's been four hundred years and the man is dead! That Hunter forced holy water down his throat and I had to watch as his insides were liquefied! There was so much blood! And the entire time he was screaming! Even as it streamed out of his mouth and nose! A horrible, drowning sound! I could hear it for years afterwards! See him every time I closed my eyes!” He crossed the room quickly, pulling her against his chest as the almost violent sobs wracked her body, holding her tightly.

“I'm sorry.” He chanted it into her hair, “I'm sorry, baby. I'm so fuckin' sorry I dragged that up.”

“I couldn't save him, I couldn't help him. I had to watch him die like that, knowing I was next.”

“How'd you get away?”

“Eugene, he was a friend of Markus'.” She said, breathing through it, “He was too late to help Markus, but he was able to get me free and out of there.”

“And you—”

“Be pissed at him. I was eventually. I was a recent widow, having watched my husband die a gruesome, traumatic death, and he saw an opportunity.” She said.

“Go out to my truck, baby. We're goin' home, I'm runnin' a bath in that big bathtub of yours, and I'm takin' care of you. Okay?” She nodded against him and he dug his keys out of his pocket, handing them to her. “I'll be right out.” She just nodded again, palming his keys and pulling away from him, leaving her office.

“Annie?” He heard Eugene's voice out in the hall and there was a snarl in the back of his mind. He came into view a moment later in the office doorway, his shoulders tense and his eyes burning. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"What did I do to her?" Sy asked and Eugene stalked over him. He tried to grab him, but Sy twisted, grabbing his wrist and wrenching his arm behind his back, slamming him face first onto the desk, fisting the back of his shirt. "You listen to me, you piece of shit."

"Let go of me!"

"She was traumatized and you took advantage of that. Her husband, your friend, was dead and you helped yourself to his widow." Sy said, "If it ain't about business, you don't talk to her. No more visits to her house, you can talk to her here or at Tell-Tale Heart. Got it?"

"Or you'll what, dog?" He growled out, his fangs long.

"Or I'll rip your damn arms off and beat you to death with them. It'll take a while, but I won't be in any rush." Sy said and let go of him, stepping back as he straightened.

"You're fired."

"Not your call. Now get outta my face."

"The only reason why I'm not ripping your throat out right now is because of Annie."

"Keep tellin' yourself that if it makes you feel better." Sy said and stood there in the office for a bit longer after he was gone before leaving, heading out to his truck. Annalisa was sitting in the passenger seat, relaxed in the seat with her eyes closed. She didn't respond when he got into the driver's side, starting the engine and pulling away from the club, but her fingers did tighten in his when he reached over to hold her hand, entwining their fingers.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

[azucar-skull]

I just remembered a deleted scene from GEM where Casey shows his scar from the battle airship crash to Logan in order to scare him off--

So here... (Tw for queerphobia, gore, and nudity (not in the fun way))

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P.E. class rolls in after math and honestly, Casey can’t even give a shit. It's not the activities themselves he can’t handle, in fact he does surprisingly well against his peers.

It's the locker rooms.

Technically, Casey calls himself a guy so he gets dressed in the boys locker room. But it's still so weird how the locker rooms are only divided by 2 genders. This was never a thing in the Resistance.

Still though, he feels weird dressing in front of the other boys in the locker room. Especially with how rowdy and loud they are. Casey prefers to get dressed in one of the bathroom stalls, even if it's against school rules.

And so he heads to his locker and stuffs his backpack in before reaching for his uniform. That's when 3 figures approach him...fully nude.

And of course it's fucking Logan and his buddies.

Without exchanging a glance at between their legs, Casey stares Logan dead in the eye with a blank stare.

"Why.", he spats.

Logan laughs. "What? We've all noticed how you turn down every girl tryna get it with the new edgy emo boy. So that must mean you're into guys, right?"

"...I don't like either--"

"Yeah whatever, hey quick question.", Logan taunts. "How come you always get changed in the stalls? Are you like...what, secretly a tranny or something?"

This fucking..., Casey murmurs in his mind. He never had a problem with his identity in the Resistance but it seems this timeline just LOVES to segregate each other by their identities as if there's no point to set aside their differences in order to work together and fight a war.

And Casey would rather not have a long winded arguement with Logan right now. He'd rather just get dressed and get out of here. The stalls provided more than just privacy, they also tore Casey’s eyes away from his own body. Without a mirror or reflection, he doesn't have to glance at his scars. The scars that reminded him of all the trouble he has gone through.

...which gives him an idea.

Casey, without saying a word or breaking eye contact with Logan, lifts up his shirt just enough to show the large mangled scar on his right abdomen. The one from the Red Angel crash. The one he technically died from for a few minutes.

The scar is nothing to scoff at. The poor and haphazardly stitched lines created a twisted web of hills and valleys on the teen’s stomach. Even if Uncle Tello had survived the crash to help out, Casey doubts that the head surgeon would make it look any prettier.

Logan's expression is priceless. His face drops and skin turns pale. One of the boys beside him lurch forward, pressing a fist against his mouth as his cheeks turn green.

"...how--", Logan mutters.

"Battleship crash. I had to rip the debris out of my stomach by myself.", Casey deadpans. The teen then leans forward, lower his voice at Logan. "And there's plenty more where that came from. So unless your buddy boy over here can keep himself from vomiting, you better stay out of it."

And with that, Casey nudges past the boys, heading for the stalls. From behind he can hear Logan muttering insults and calling him a freak.

Casey simply rolls his eyes.

.

So yeah, here you go. =)

#also no beta we die like uncle tello #green eyed mask #green eyed mask rottmnt #gemrottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3 #fanfic

[necros-writing-stuff]

Lapdog jealousy. See’s Darius with another older Caucasian Sheperd or another little toy dog, and immediately starts stirring shit up to make sure Darius’s eye stays on him and so the other dogs know they’re nothing.

If it's a smaller dog, they’re subtle and hurtful. Always commenting on their fur and pedigree and insulting and belittling them whenever possible. Bigger dogs they try and seduce them or enrage them the same way to make Darius intervene.

Cranks up the snark with Darius too and the teasing stealing more treats marking up clothes and getting more risque.

When Darius later fucks Lapdog out of frustration, domination, or just lust, Lapdog is extra rough and wants it extra rough. Bites and claws into Darius’s skin, growling and pulling at his fur, demanding he take him harder, demanding he mark him up. They tell Darius that just as they’re his bitch their mate, he’s their stud and makes sure Darius won't forget no other dog person will be the same. No other dog can take it like them or make Darius go as wild.

Dare is so confused. You're acting worse than usual, biting remarks aimed at not just him, but his friend. His friend that he knew from his military working days. Who he's checking on because they were retired from a bad injury.

"Yeah I can barely bend over without feeling it, even after all of the physical therapy they've put me through. The shrapnel was only a few centimetres from my spine."

You're grinning at that, body stretching. You can bend just fine, something Darius knows. His gaze flickers to your exposed abdomen as you do, your shirt riding up.

"They at least taking care of you, Dean?" He can't look at you right now, not when you're being such a cunt to an old friend.

The Rhodesian Ridgeback nods, rearranging himself and his pillow on the couch. "Yeah, but I'm closely monitored with my meds. You... you can guess why."

Yeah, he can. The pup had had an issue with pain killers in the past after a leg break.

You snort, and Dare's temper rises. "I can't really, why would they need to?" Your tone betrays your intention. You can guess, you just want to be mean.

It's been years since then, but the shame hasn't left Dean. He coughs and looks away as his owner comes in, the mood thoroughly soured. The old lady follows him, wobbling around. Sophia had been kind enough to let Darius come, even though she herself is having a bad day with her hip. They'll have to head home soon enough.

You're even back to treat stealing, stuffing your face with food meant for Darius and smiling when he scowls down at you.

You don't let up your teasing as the night goes on, bitchiness hidden under a veil of innocent curiosity that only Dare and Dean pick up on. He doesn't know how he doesn't blow up on you then and there, but he holds off and whispers an apology to Dean when they do leave. He'll be back to see him - without you.

That doesn't mean he can't figure out which stick you've had up your ass all evening.

Things stay quiet as Sophia gets to bed, your hips bumping against his thigh while your tail flicks against his wrist. He ignores you. Until he can hear the old lady's snores.

Then he drags you into his room by the scruff of your neck, a snarl curling his lips as he slams you against his bed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What, you want to kick a poor dog while he's down? You need it to make yourself feel better?" His snarls are so heated that spit flies from his mouth, landing on your cheek and meeting tears from your eyes.

"You love him! You love him and you'll leave me even though you're mine!" Each word that escapes your lips is a pathetic whimper, your ears pinned to your head and tail tucked in sorrow.

Darius tuts, letting go of you, letting you fall against the mattress. "Dumb little bitch. He's a brother to me, saved my life as I saved his. Plus he's fucking that owner of his, which you'd have smelled if you weren't so hell-bent on covering yourself in my scent."

Tears starting to dry, you look up through your lashes and sniffle. "But-"

"No fucking buts. You were a brat tonight, and you'll go back to apologise and explain to Dean why you were being the way you were."

That gets you. Eyes widening, mouth falling open. "... explain that I'm your bitch and your my stud?"

Sighing, Dare runs his hand through his hair. "Aye, but more so that you were being jealous and that you're very sorry for taking it out on Dean."

"But you are mine." That pout you're making is adorable, he'll give you that.

His belt buckle clicks as he undoes it, clothes ruffling when he removes them. "Yeah, I'm yours. Turn over now, I'll prove it to you."

Even when you're acting like an ass, you always get what you want from him. You always have your cake and eat it. Almost literally, you're a vicious cunt that night in how you mark him with tooth and claw. Your words are sharp when you beg him to do the same. Your body electrified and energetic as you work him to exhaustion.

He was meant to be putting you in your place. So much for that. You've got him as putty in your velvet hands.

#spill your guts #anonymous #darius radner #gn reader #cw monster people #dean auger #radnerverse #i brought dean back lets goooo #yes his owner is his husband in the regular story #lapdog reader au

[transenbyconfessions]

so i'm a non-binary trans man. and i was just thinking about this moment from a while ago after i realized that i wasn't a woman. i actually said aloud to my friend, "man it's a good thing actually that i was not amab, because i think if i had a penis and testosterone from birth i would just be too comfortable in my body to realize i was non-binary"

and like. knowing I'm a man now that's kind of hilarious... cause... foreshadowing. but i was thinking about it now and I think i figured out why I would still be upset if i were amab, even though i want to medically transition.

i think that the feeling i was picking up on is that i would be completely miserable, insulted, and infuriated, if i were born with a penis and people said to me "this is why you're a boy". that would bring me such unfathomable rage. because.... im a man because im a man . if i were shaped like a dinosaur or robot or tin can or cloud i would still be a man.

and frankly i think it's insulting to cis and trans people alike to say "you have no say over your identity— you don't know who you are, and what dictates your identity is your physical status. if you want a say in your identity, you need to look like what i expect." FUCK that. getting told your identity is not up to you and it's something assigned to you by some fate is CRUEL if that assignment doesn't line up, and INSULTING and infantilising if it happens to match. god. anyway past me was onto something i think

Submitted March 16, 2023

#transgender #trans #enby #nb #nonbinary #non-binary #non binary #trans masc #transmasc #trans masculine #transmasculine #trans man #trans boy #transgender man #transgender boy #trans guy #transgender guy #afab #gender binary #trans medicalism #transmedicalism #ftm #transmed #transphobia

[apollos-boyfriend]

Dont know much about p5, why do you have morgana? Just curious

i'm preemptively putting this under the cut bc i KNOW it's going to get long but tl;dr: he's an annoying character that's poorly written. the conflict around his arc is badly done, and most of the time, he insults others for no reason and praises himself like a god. i would kill him if i could

SO. yes i took down notes of what i wanted to say before starting this. there is a Lot to get through.

first things first. during the first arc, when his character is introduced, we are also introduced to ann. ann is a pretty, charismatic girl, whose story largely revolves around people being unable to see past her looks, and she is both judged and sexualized for her appearance. she is also a teenager, which isn't Super important to morgana necessarily, but it's still weird, as morgana is 1. a cat (or a cat-like monster, depending on what form he's taking) and 2. unknown in age, acting anywhere from a child throwing a tamper tantrum to an older and more experienced mentor figure. at no point does morgana make an effort to treat ann like anything other than a subject for his affections. he only refers to her as "lady ann", praises her for the same thing he belittles others for, and overall, 99% of his interactions with her revolve around his attraction to her appearance and nothing more. he treats ann like they're destined to be together, and part of his end goal to "become human again" is because of his need to woo her over and claim her as his. it's unnecessary, it's annoying, and it's especially infuriating because the point of ann's character is to see past her appearance, something morgana never truly does. he compliments her smarts and actions because he likes her romantically, not necessarily because he genuinely thinks what she says and does is the best course of action.

second of all. in the same first arc, you're also introduced to ryuji. ryuji is the first character you meet, before morgana and ann, and the first friend you make at your new school. ryuji is seemingly bone-headed at times, but he's a passionate, caring kid who would do anything to protect his friends and family. he's by far one of the most beloved characters in the game, as he's just a good kid that's gotten wrapped up in some bad situations, and ostracized because of that fact. morgana makes fun of ryuji CONSTANTLY. and while, in all fairness, ryuji does make fun of morgana sometimes as well, it's not nearly as bad as morgana's treatment of ryuji. every word out of ryuji's mouth has morgana firing back with "of course an idiot like you would say that" or something equally as belittling. while ryuji is shown to not be a very booksmart character, he's extremely perceptive and in-tune with people's emotions. it's annoying and irritating to see morgana, who is, in all honesty, much worse than ryuji intellectually and emotionally, constantly punching down on him for simply breathing in his direction.

which leads me to the next point. one of the worst parts of persona 5 hits during a climatic argument between ryuji and morgana, as at this point, morgana has felt as if he’s “useless” towards the team and they would be better off without him. to begin with, morgana doesn’t even VOICE these concerns until they pile up. the game treats it like we’re supposed to pity him, as we, the player, see all these scenes of him moping and complaining about how useless he feels, but it means nothing because none of the fucking characters see that. they do not know he feels this way and therefore don’t know that they’re doing anything wrong. when he DOES finally voice these concerns, leading to the aforementioned argument with ryuji, ryuji is written as uncharacteristically mean and out of touch in order to push morgana to his breaking point. at no other point in the game does ryuji come anywhere close to acting like that. they purposefully mischaracterize one of their best-written characters just to have their stupid miscommunication plot work.

on top of that! morgana’s sucks. this is an issue a few of the persona 5 characters have, where instead of having a real arc, they repeat the same thing over and over again until their story actually moves forward. with other characters, you get to see their stories evolve and more forward with every meeting. by the end of each meeting, that character is in a different spot emotionally, physically, etc in comparison to the last time you met with them. they move forward. morgana doesn’t. every meeting with morgana is the same repetition of him going “i HAVE to be human . . . joker, you think i’m human right? but what if i’m not . . . no, that’s ridiculous, i HAVE to be.” you sit through this same conversation, no joke, roughly 8 times. there is nothing you can do to change it. it’s the same. stupid. boring. story. he doesn’t progress in this aspect until the VERY END of the game, and at that point you just want to throw him out into the fucking streets.

in retrospect to everything else i’ve listed. this is an admittedly small thing. and semi not his fault. but morgana is what the developers utilize as a roadblock, for lack of a better term. the developers don’t want you to go out? morgana tells you it’s time to go to bed. it is CONSTANT. he doesn’t even let you leave the HOUSE sometimes. it was a major mistake in the developers’ part, because i wouldn’t feel nearly as annoyed if it was the main character saying “oh, i shouldn’t go out today. i should go to bed”, because then it’d still feel like it was MY choice, to some extent. morgana forcing you feels much more like you are not in control of your own autonomy. you’re being forced to listen to a CAT. you don’t even have a say in the matter. these are not my thoughts. these are not my CHARACTER’S thoughts. why the hell should i have to listen to him??

there are probably more smaller things but. those are my biggest issues with him. he just encapsulates the worst parts of the game’s writing and honestly his only redeeming quality is the fact that he looks like a cute kitty

#muse talk #anon #neg #I HATE HIS BITCH ASS!!!!! #the game would be. so much better without him. and that is not a joke nor exaggeration #they dumped all of their worst writing qualities on him

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Devil's Trap

Not Natural

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: spn inspired, demons, monsters, curses, blood, possible abo, threats, teasing, insults, demon Kells, sleeping naked, pulling weapons, mentions of past underage relationship, enemies to lovers maybe, still early so no smut yet (might be a slow burn, I don't know yet!) ⚰️ Rating: mature

Kells grinned, his eyes flashing their natural state behind his sunglasses as he appeared in the sunlit broken down motel room. Hell-tell as he liked to think of them, a place frequented by the seven deadly sins. From whores, to dealers, to killers, to his new prey- the hunter, these places were barely better than his home. This one didn't feel so bad when he looked at the annoyingly brave boy who had been on his mind all night. He didn't know if it was the fresh blood scent on his skin from his new wounds or the way the sunlight reflected on his pale freckled skin, there was something almost calming about the kid and it got on his last nerve. Humans weren't supposed to intrigue him anymore.

He set the food and coffee cup down on the faded table and took a seat in one of the ratty chairs. He let himself spread out, his legs wide and his arms folded, he liked to appear as if he owned every room he was in- because he could. "I've never seen a hunter brave enough to sleep naked. You're a special one Domie." He teased the boy quietly but of course the soldier was attuned to everything around him. Before the demon could blink his eyes to their human lie the Brit was holding a knife out towards him. That was the truly insane thing about Dominic, he rarely used guns. It fascinated the demon more than he could say though he wasn't sure why. He'd lived through centuries, he'd been around before the damn things existed. Why was this punk so exciting?

"Oh bloody f-" Whatever else the boy said was muffled as he buried his face into his pillow and groaned. Loudly. The beast couldn't help but chuckle, he wasn't used to being an annoyance anymore. Everyone was so fucking terrified of him all the time.

"Good morning sunshine! I let you sleep in but I know you're feeling better. Here, I brought you breakfast." He offered, tossing the bag onto Dom's back.

The human grumbled and jumped when the hot greasy bag slapped against his skin but the monster was right- he felt a lot better. He was confused but for the first time in years he actually truly felt rested and he didn't want to look too closely at why. Possibly the blood taste he couldn't get clean from his mouth no matter how hard he brushed, or maybe because deep down he'd known he was being watched over and he was safe to sleep. Finally. "I don't normally drink coffee." He sighed, rolling on his side. He caught the bag with what should have been his aching arm but it felt better than it had in so long.

"You're welcome, that would be me in you. And that's good cause I didn't get you coffee. Yorkshire shit, right? I popped across the pond. Figured I'd prove I got good intentions."

Dom snorted at the mock of his accent in the man's- monster's voice but his belly flipped as he rolled onto his back and tried to keep the sheet covering his morning wood. That's all it was, a normal bodily function. It had nothing to do with the crimson mickey he'd been slipped or the giant fucker in his room who brought him tea from his homeland. As he accepted the cup the demon's long fingers ghosted over his knuckles and a shockwave went through him. Little electric zaps that felt as if he'd touched a live wire. It sent his blood rushing and he cock twitching under the thin sheet. He felt wet. He'd felt power before but nothing like that. Shit the monster was strong. "Fanks."

"Don't mention it." Kells sighed, pushing his glasses down a moment to glare over them. "Seriously don't. I don't do nice, I just hoped with the right lubricant you'd loosen the fuck up a little. Tight ass." He didn't mean to be annoyed but knowing the kid thought everything he felt was from the blood or magic was a bit presumptuous of him. He was already frustrated with himself- he didn't like doing sweet things. "Chilly in here?" He purred, his brow arching behind his lenses. He couldn't help noticing the boy's perky pink nipples looked diamond hard and begging for his fucking teeth. He found himself pushing his spectacles up into his hair before he crossed his arms to keep from trying to reach out.

Dom's brows furrowed, he wasn't sure what part of him the bastard was staring at but his dick certainly wasn't small enough to prove a chill. Wait… why the hell did he care? He shook his head, trying to clear it from whatever was making him act strangely. He definitely wasn't attracted to the literal hell beast. He couldn't be. He refused. He huffed softly and opened the offered bag of trans fats and sodium. Kells brought him tea from home but the breakfast was all American and the cheesy maple goodness of a McGriddle was exactly what he needed. It wasn't distracting his hard-on but he didn't care. "Stop objectifying me." The boy grumbled as he unwrapped his treat and raised his knee, hoping to keep his bits hidden from view. He knew it was most likely the supernatural upper coursing through him, True Blood had gotten one thing right, just not the species. Though of course he hadn't tried vamp blood. Demon blood could make you feel better than any high but it worked stronger than any little blue pill. That was all, he wasn't attracted to the monster. He'd never do that again.

"Eat your fucking breakfast. I'll do what I want. And who said I would want to objectify you?" The monster rolled his eyes in a big show of frustration but the bitch was onto something. It was more like a spider staring at a fly though, it had to be. He didn't like humans.

"You was talking bout me tits." Dom slurred, his mouth full of food. He hadn't exactly been taught the best manners growing up and he wouldn't care to impress his new companion anyway.

"Pfft, what tits? I mean, I guess you have nice ones but-" Whatever he was going to finish the statement with vanished as he clamped his jaw shut. He didn't mean to compliment his prey. He sighed deep and leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the bed and trying to act like he would nap. He needed a moment to compose himself.

Dominic was so wrapped up in his food he wasn't paying enough attention so when the man- beast set his Doc covered feet on the bed it pulled the blankets down to his knees. Suddenly everything was on display and he moved to slam his thighs closed and pull his knees up so fast all at the same moment that he dropped the last bit of his sandwich on his chest. The demon of course had been staring and now he was truly looking- his lips parted and his eyes wide. They sat almost frozen.

Kells snapped his fingers to clean the boy up but he couldn't look away from his tightly held legs. He couldn't have seen what he had but… he couldn't get the mental after image to disappear either. His eyes narrowed, a bead of drool trying to escape his lips as the kid scrambled to pull the sheet up as if in some old cartoon. The hunter was dramatic but he was starting to understand why.

Dom swallowed a whimper when the demon moved quicker than his eyes could track, one moment he was lounging in the chair and the next he was hovering over him, his hand wrapped tight in the sheet as if to rip it away. "I thought you were human." Kells growled low, his gaze full of that stormy black and blue that proved his power.

"I am. Fuck off." He snapped back but his voice was shaking. He hid his curse so well normally and now it was known. He didn't know why it made his stomach flip that the demon knew his best kept secret but it should have made him feel ill.

"I don't think so."

"I am. I… fuck Kells- please?"

"Please what?" His voice was gravel and his gaze heavy. There was something warring inside him. One side saying to abandon the boy, he had set out to help a human but what he saw proved the hunter was not. "Are you a fucking were? An angel? What are you?"

"I'm cursed okay? I'm fucking cursed. You don't get me bloody life story because you brought me breakfast. Prideful arse'ole!" There were angry hot tears burning Dom's eyes and he was desperate for a reset. He should have just dressed the night before, he knew the demon was close. He knew better but he'd left himself open to being found out. He couldn't help wondering if some part of him had done it on purpose. He'd been suffering alone with it so long. "Wait- angels? It's an angel fing? 'Ow do you know?"

Of course over the years on the road as he searched for the monster who'd cursed him he learned what beasts shared the same trait. Born werewolves had it- at least some of them. But angels did too? Thankfully those fuckers were calmer than he knew they used to be, a new regime kept them under control so he'd never fought one. He'd always assumed his affliction was based on wolves though, but now he couldn't help wondering. It didn't matter though. It was embarrassing either way and he didn't want anyone knowing. He didn't know how to handle the fact that someone did. How could Kells use it against him?

Kells took a breath, he was trying to calm down but instead it just drove his instincts a little more wild. He was so close to the human he could scent him and the smell was intoxicating. At least that made a little more sense finally. He forced himself back and he took a seat on the bed, his hands clenching at his sides. "A curse? You're not just… lying?" He knew their shared enemy was powerful but strong enough to do that? Fuck. "Why would they curse you to be an omega?"

Dom froze at the question, he'd never been given the name for it. All he knew was that one day he woke up with a cunt between his legs, fully functional. It was hell for him every day. He hadn't been in a relationship or took someone to bed in years. He worked his ass off to hide it. "It was a punishment for leaving I guess. Got into a relationship wiv the wrong person. I was young Kells. I don't know shite about why or 'ow or nuffin." He didn't know why he was explaining himself to the beast, he just couldn't seem to help himself. There was something about the demon that made him want to obey. It was the cliff notes version of events, the wanker didn't deserve more of his story. Yet. He didn't know why it hurt him that the bastard almost seemed disgusted by him now.

The demon sighed, he could feel the boy's pain and confusion and he knew he was partially the cause. He didn't mean to seem standoffish but he didn't know how to control himself around the kid. At least now he knew what was drawing him in. The monster who did that was fucked and he craved even more to destroy it. Dating minors and cursing them to a life like that just gave the rest of them a bad name. There were some lines even demons shouldn't cross. The human couldn't be more than a quarter of a century so he knew he must have barely been through puberty before it happened. Fuck he had to get control of himself. "Like I said, I'm here to help. We'll find him Dom. I can help you fix this." He vowed, trying to look the boy in the eyes instead of between his legs.

Dom's heart beat faster and he found himself nodding. He hated the idea of working with evil but… There was something about Kells. He felt himself relax a little and he took a sip of the cooling tea. He didn't think he could accept the offer out loud but he could at least keep from telling him 'no'. "Would you tell me about it? Omegas I mean. You seem to know." He shrugged, his voice softer than he normally spoke.

The demon sighed, his head tilting as he watched the human drink what he brought to him. Why did taking care of the kid make him feel so good? "I'm not supposed to." He answered after a moment but it was the truth. No human was meant to know about the angels, at least those were the old rules. He supposed it might be different. What he really wanted to do was far from talking. Maybe he should just disappear for a while.

"Please? I wanna know wha's wrong wiv me." Dom never asked nicely and he supposed he could treat Kells the same as any other demon but he wasn't sure he could get him in a devil's trap easily.

"Nothing is wrong with you." The beast accidentally whispered and his cheeks felt as hot as the fire of his home.

"Wha'?" Dom choked, his eyes wide from surprise but of course with that the demon vanished, leaving him with cold greasy hash browns, lukewarm tea, a stiff cock, and so much more confusion than he'd started out with. What the fuck was happening?

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I'm sorry if this isn't up to my normal level of writing, my brother is visiting for a few days and I've been really sick. I wanted to try and get something out though so I hope you enjoy it, at least we're learning a little about them 🖤⚰️

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[queerkuro]

kuroo's phone vibrates at 9:47 pm on a wednesday. when he looks at the call and sees it's bokuto, there's a few things he knows might happen.

bokuto wants to watch a movie. he wants kuroo to go to a "study party" that is undoubtably just a group of underage students drinking in someone's dorm. bokuto needs help with a biology assignment. he wants kuroo to play "midnight volleyball" with him.

what kuroo doesn't expect, is to pick up the phone to hear bokuto taking shaky breaths, sounding like he's been crying or is trying not to cry.

"bo? you good?"

"tetsu," bokuto begins, and kuroo tenses. bokuto only calls him that when he's seriously upset. "i'm freaking the fuck out."

kuroo immediately closes his laptop where he'd been working on a discussion board. "what's going on, babe? need me to come over?"

the petname slips out in place of bro like it's been tending to do lately. neither of them ever comments on it.

"i'm too stupid to be doing this," kuroo tries to ask questions or stop bokuto, but he starts rambling. "why did i think i could come to college? i can't–"

bokuto cuts himself off with what sounds like a sob before continuing.

"i can't do shit. i got a 60 on my lit quiz. i gave up on trying to do my stats work because even going to office hours didn't help. i'm trying to do a research paper but i can't find a good source that's from the past ten years and i just," bokuto takes a heaving breath. "i'm only good at volleyball, kuroo. i shouldn't be here."

kuroo doesn't even know where to begin. he knows bokuto doesn't always have the best grades. he's definitely helped him out on assignments or studying. but this seems different. it's not bokuto going emo mode over some assignments.

"that's not true," kuroo says, "you wouldn't have been able to get into this school if you weren't supposed to be here."

"but still, i can't–"

"here's what we're gonna do. you're gonna set your stuff to the side and get some water. while you do that i'm gonna come to yours. i'll help you figure stuff out, okay?"

"what is there to figure out, though? if i wasn't so stupid–"

kuroo interrupted again, not wanting to let bokuto continue to insult himself. "it's nothing to do with you being stupid. it could be any number of things. i mean, worst case scenario you change your major. we'll work it out."

bokuto sniffled on the other end, but otherwise stayed quiet.

"i'm coming over now. okay, baby?"

"okay, tetsu."

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[insanesanitysparks]

Love Comes Tsundere - Chapter 1 The Proposal

Summary: A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Tags: Minors DNI, Bakugou Katsuki/Female Reader, Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Arranged Marriage, Marriage, Fluff, Steamy Fluff, Spicy Fluff, Friendship, Romance, Gradual Romance, Slow Romance, Eventual Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad At Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki,  Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is A Good Significant Other, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, I Do Not Do Chapter Warnings, So Read At Your Own Risk, Add Tags As I Go

Notes: I update faster on my Ao3 account. I like comments, even if they're just constructive criticism. I'm always looking to improve my writing. I am lonely and desperate for attention :p

Chapter 1 - The Proposal

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially for a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, the chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reeking stench of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful. Powerful, but most likely impotent, using his wealth to make up for where he fell short. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero wait damn near forever to talk about damn damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in, haughty, like he hadn't just made the hero wait for him. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for a whole fucking hour! You and I both know you've got better shit to do than to clean up my mess, so why the hell did it take you so fucking long?"

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of the man's false regret sent a cold, irritating shiver down Bakugou's spine. His eye twitched as the man casually moved past him to sit at his desk, "it is quite a mess out there though, the clean up is going to be a pain."

"Tell me something I don't already fucking know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "Didn't really have a whole lot of options out there though. If it had been anyone else responding to that situation then it would have been a lot worse! I don't even know why the hell you commission office bastards are getting so worked up over it anyway!"

"Yes, well, us 'office bastards' aren't just looking at lives saved and casualties. There's a lot more that happens in these walls than I think you give us credit for." The man sighed and pulled a folder from the work bag he'd brought with him and laid it on the desk. "Still, it is quite an unfortunate situation. No one is blaming you of course, you were off-duty and you were quite ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos; however, the commission still deems it reasonable to revoke your hero license for the time being. Just while they launch their investigation into the events. Then, provided they don't find anything suspicious, your license will be renewed and you'll be back to doing hero work!"

Bakugou bristled at the man insulting his preparedness. He was always fucking prepared! It wasn't his fault the civilians made the situation worse! He'd done everything he logically could do given the situation! "So you're suspending my license?" The blond hero hissed through gritted teeth. It would be a miracle if he didn't assault this pretentious asshole before he left!

"Well, we don't really have any other options here..." The man hummed and tapped his fingers on the desk, stilling before he spoke again, "Unless...maybe we could help each other?" The satisfaction dripping from the man's tone disgusted Bakugou and the gaze in the man's eyes was that of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. Bakugou's blood ran cold and he just knew that he was going to kill this man! Hell, even the damn nerd's mumbling ass was more tolerable than this bastard!

Bakugou met the man's hungry eyes with a hardened glare of his own before emitting an exasperated sigh and turning his head away from the bastard. "Of course! And I assume there's a catch to this? What the hell do you want me to do? I don't do illegal shit if that's what you're wanting."

"Oh, of course not!" A smug smile plastered the bastard's face making Bakugou's skin crawl. "Now, I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never attended any events or award ceremonies with a pretty little lady swooning on your shoulder. I always supposed that you could be waiting for the right little lady, though with you I assume it's more likely that you don't consider a little arm candy to be worth the time. Time that could be spent furthering your career. Unless...maybe men run more your type? You always looked good with that Red Riot fellow, wasn't he in your-"

"Is there a point to all this? Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted when the bastard suggested a sexual relationship with Eijirou. Ever since the first year sports festival, Bakugou had seen the dumbass redhead as a brother. "Let's go charging into battle together!" Eijirou had so boldly exclaimed, refusing to let Bakugou turn him down. Or when the red-haired idiot fearlessly came to rescue him from the League. Charging into battle together... Bakugou couldn't imagine anyone else he'd want to have his back, as an ally and a friend, not a fucking oversexualized, fan-paired fucking couple!

"I'm just curious if you're interested in girls!" The bastard held his hands up in mock surrender, "Or do you simply lack the drive and therefore avoid them?"

Bakugou's blood was already boiling, and his face was undoubtedly red with rage. Now, he was seconds away from going nuclear with his quirk. Lack the drive? Lack the drive! Unlike your impotent ass I don't need a bitch to help me get off! You think just because I'm not running around chasing ass like a horny fucking dog in heat that I'm some sort of impotent freak like you! Cocky, fucking bastard! Implying that I should screw my best friend or chase pussy for arm candy! Little sparks danced across his hands, the threat and promise of violence growing ever closer. "Get. To. The. Fucking. Point." The blond growled. He didn't have time for this bullshit!

"Yes, I suppose I am making this longer than it needs to be." The man nodded as though they were having a normal conversation, not one where he could die or the young hero could lose his license. "I want you to marry my daughter, or more specifically, my friend's daughter. You see, she's quirkless and quite a burden to take care of. So clumsy and needy, helpless really. It's hard for me to get much work done with her around. My colleagues and I aren't thrilled about having to clean up your mess, but if you would be kind enough to take her off my hands for me then my team and I will make sure that everything is resolved before the sun sets this evening. What do you say?"

"The hell?" Bakugou blinked back his surprise. He wanted him to what? "You want me to marry...wait, if she's your friend's daughter why the hell do you want me to marry her?"

"Her father passed away, left her in my care. She doesn't know, of course, he died when she was young and I've looked after her ever since. But she's a growing woman, a lot harder to take care of than a child. Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero like you seems like the ideal scenario. You'll be strong enough to protect her without struggling like me." The bastard opened the file in front of him and slid a photo across his desk to the blond. A picture of the girl in question.

Bakugou stared at the young woman in the photo. She wasn't terrible looking...plain skin, simple hair framing a shy face based on the way she cast her eyes downward... She didn't look like a bitch, anyone who would intentionally cause a lot of trouble. If anything, she kind of looked like a ditsy nerd, like damn Deku! He glanced back at her guardian, the bastard pretending to be her father. If he'd raised her for as long as she could remember, would she be like him? Even if she didn't look like him? He considered his options, not thrilled at the idea of marrying a complete stranger. But did he have any other option? If he lost his license, even for a little bit, it would put him behind... It would definitely put a dent in his popularity, a dent he couldn't afford with Shoto and Deku competing with him for the number one spot. They almost always matched in arrests, popularity, and minimized damage. They'd been rotating the number one spot between the three of them since they graduated from Yuuei! Something that would change if Bakugou lost his license. They'd push him down to the third spot and he'd be forever stuck there with the damn half-n-half bastard and the shitty nerd taking the top two spots! "I lose my hero license if I don't marry her, correct?"

"Well, not to sound like I'm blackmailing you or anything of that nature, but yes. If you refuse to marry her, my team won't be so cooperative and you're license will be revoked while we investigate. Add to that the dip your popularity will take and your hero career will fall to the dust."

Bakugou protested, voice straining in his failing efforts not to continue yelling as he fought against his apparent fate. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way and the investigation, well, we all know that the investigations aren't usually favorable toward the heroes..." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the blond's explosive personality. " If it helps, think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her for the image. Pro-hero Dynamight marries a poor, defenseless quirkless woman! What an amazing hero he is!"

"It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" Bakugou huffed, though with less gusto than before.

"Right, apologies. Anyway, if she doesn't interest you, you don't have to fall in love with her or fuck her...just make her an overpaid maid with benefits and get yourself a little honey to keep on the side. Ignore her for all I care! Just get the damn bitch off my hands."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying infidelity, about marrying a girl just to gain popularity. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to hold onto the number one hero spot for more than one year, he couldn't afford to lose his hero license. Even if only for a short while! The blond lowered his head in defeat, hands folded in front of him to keep himself from just exploding the bastard and temporarily solving the problem, "When do we get married?"

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[tohisprettyc00l]

A new best friend! chapter 4

A/n: I posted the wrong chapter. So any of you Tumblr-only people saw a glimpse into future chapters.

Thankfully you were able to go to sleep. And you woke up more refreshed than usual. Which was slightly soured by your alarm clock screaming at you. You smacked it and it shut up. The number 5:40 appeared on the clock. You got up and put on your mask.  You then walked out and went to get your missions for the day, you expected to have the normal missions. But Belos had other plans. You bowed "Greetings, may you give me my missions for the day." "That will not be happening," Belos said flatly. "Wait, what? Why?" "Because of your recent failures, you will be working on missions with the Golden Guard," Belos explained further. 

Oh, right. "He should be waiting for you at the front of the castle." You nodded and left. You saw The Golden Gaurd standing at the front of the castle. "Let's go this over with." He grumbled while opening the door and leaving.,"Just stay behind. You will weigh me down. "Hey, what the fuck?" You said confused. The Golden ignored you and just kept walking. You followed him now pissed off at him. 

You got to your first destination, The Knee. A slitherbeast was causing havoc up there. So you were tasked to trap it. You both arrived at your destination and spotted the slitherbeast. The Golden Gaurd shot at the beast. You froze the beast's legs. Which it broke out of with ease. "You idiot! It lives in ice!" "You can insult me later!" You said as you dragged him away from the beast.  You wrapped the slitherbeast up in abomination goop and moved far away. "Where did you just send it?" The Golden Guard asked. You shrugged in response. "Are you kidding me? You just sent a ravenous beast someplace random, where there could be thousands of civilians!?" "I'm not that dumb, I sent it some were random in the middle of the forest," Hunter grumbled something under his breath that you couldn't understand.

"Also you failed your last trip to the selkidomus." Hunter stated flatly, "So we need to go back." "How? I actually brought him scales. I've heard rumors that someone else didn't bring anything back from their trip." "You didn't bring back enough scales," Hunter said with annoyance clear in his voice. "Whatever, we need to succeed this time. Not even sure what he'd do if we failed three times in a row." The Golden Gaurd nodded. 

The trip was taking way longer than on the boat. "Hey, Golden Gaurd I've learned your name. What is it?" "Hunter." "Neat my name is Y/n." "I do not care."  You supposed a groan. Thankfully you saw your destination growing closer. Once you arrived you started running to get to the selkidomus f. But you remembered the moms... Less than favorable opinion of you too late. Once she spotted you she started charging at you. Hunter appeared behind you and tied her up. "What the hell did you do to her." "I also tied her up. So now she's going to try to murder both of us." Right as you said that her fin slashed out you. It hits your past wound. You let out a scream as any healing reversed. 

"Leave. You're being a nuisance." Hunter said. You were going to argue but you figured healing was more important. While you sat on the sand healing your arm you heard Hunter tussling. "Do not kill her!" You yelled into the cave. "I wasn't going to." You heard him yell back. Soon he came back slightly beaten up. "Let's go." He said, "I'll drop you off at the castle." "What!? No, I healed myself." "You are going to drop off the scales. Then you'll watch and not get involved."  He stated as if it was already agreed upon.

In spite of you not wanting to do what said. You didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. You delivered the scales and then left. Only to find out Hunter was no longer there. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." You looked around. Once you were sure no one was there you teleported to The Collector's room. "Woah! Y/n did you get your chores done early-" "I hate the Golden Gaurd so much." 

"What happened?" "He was supposed to do missions with me today. He told me to make a quick delivery. Then left to do the rest of the missions!" You ranted. "What a jerk? I'm sorry aren't you happy to not have to do work?" "But then how will I prove myself to Belos!" "I think you've done quite enough, now you can hang out with me!" A small smile lifted your lips up. "You just have to be positive, don't you?" The Collector giggled, "So what do ya' wanna play?" "Twenty questions?" "Sure you do first!"

"Okay got them." "What is their gender?" "Male." "Are they nice?" "They are the worst." The Collector had a smug looked painted across their face. "Is it Hunter?" "Yes. Your turn." "Okie-dokie I got it!" The Collector yelled excitedly. "Alright, what is their gender?" "Male." "What's their hair color?" "Blonde? Brown? I don't know it's kinda both." You paused thinking of what he could have meant by that. Suddenly it clicked. "Are they in a position of high power?" "They are." "Is it Belos?" The Collector shapeshifted a huge bell beside him. "Ding-ding-ding!" You chuckled. "Okay, I've got it." "okay first and foremost, gender?" "Nonbianry." "Eye color?" The Collector asked. "Black? I think." "Hair color?" "I don't know if they have hair." The Collector had a confused look on his face, "How do you not know?" "That gives it away, also that counts as a question." "Hey no fair! Anyways are they nice?"  "They try to be." "Are they an adult?" "Not sure physically but defiantly not mentally." "Wait is it me?!" "Correct."

"Also I have red eyes and white hair and I'm not an adult by Collector and Archivests standers." You smiled, "I Can't wait to see you, also we don't have anyone else we both know." "That's okay you should probably leave before Belos comes back though." You started walking away. "Well then goodbye! I'll be back."

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