#i'm one person trying to hold down everything and everyone seems to fucking forget that sometimes even myself. i'm the only idiot for it

[teencopandthesourwolf]

He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do. 

He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him. 

Was it Laura?

Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.

She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.

Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.

Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.

Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly. 

That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.

Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.

The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.

The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many. 

Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.

In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.

Alpha.

Big sister.

But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.

He never told her about Kate.

And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack. 

Now, he remembers that last time. 

“I'm going out.” 

Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him. 

It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back. 

“What's this for?”

“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”

Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…

He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed. 

“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”

Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away. 

“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.

Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.

Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.

Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.

“Just—out.”

Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back. 

That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.

It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since. 

Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach. 

Stiles.

“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.

He knows all about those.

“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it. 

But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck. 

Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”

And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.

More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.

Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.

He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude? 

Stiles's dude.

It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less. 

“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."

Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again. 

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for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)

#sterek #sterek ficlet #sterek fic #sterek oneshot #POV derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #m/m #queer fic #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #laura hale #derek and laura #hale pack feels #angst #hurt/comfort #hugs #derek hale deserves nice things #stiles stilinski is a nice thing #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 4 Perfection

Art done by @alianarepasa do not repost Summary:  After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan.  Sequel to Split into Threes

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Tags: Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Romance, action and adventure, Trauma, IGBP

Parent let out a sigh of relief when the crew finally found the kids, he turned to the others with a huge smile “Now that we know the kiddos are safe, let's head back to the castle and I will make us all dinner!” Ringmaster glares at Parent as he turns watching Three and Four trying to stop Beeg from stealing candy, he then turns to the other group where Delinquent and Producer got tied up by Karen's kids as Artist giggles at the chaos. “Parent, I know you're a naive one. BUT HAVE YOU NOTICE THE CHILDREN HAVE RUN WILD TO GO BACK HOME?!” he sighs as he changes the form of his cane to a lasso and throws it catching Beeg and bringing him over.  With a clap he unties Beeg and hands the child to Parent to then tie up the other kids “The day is saved by your favorite character, your welcome!”

Still giggling Artist unties Delinquent and Producer, with a growl Delinquent walks up to Ringmaster “Your not the favorite character, i bet the whole internet sees you as a fucking joke!” hearing this Ringmaster chuckles “Oh D just cause you act like our local bad boy, doesn't mean you earn the title of favorite! Shall I show you?” Delinquent gives a knowing grin “Oh please, search your name.” Parent gives a gentle head pat to Beeg as he starts walking to the castle. Seeing Parent forgetting Karen's kids, Artist went and took them home with Four to watch over the personality.  Ringmaster waves his cane telling them how excited he was to see fan art of himself, Three was holding Producer’s hand as they walked together to the castle. Three couldn't help his eyes moving towards the man in orange. Something about the personality felt off, he would make sure to step away from the others and seem to have a hobby of glaring at him every chance he gets. 

As they reach the castle Parent attempts to place Beeg on the floor, still upset about the candy incident he reaches for Parent sweater pulling it. Noticing too late the meme child tugging at the sweater Parent ends up slamming down to the floor. Seeing this Delinquent breaks into small giggles while Three sighs letting go of producer to check on the green four on the floor “You okay? That looked pretty bad, I'm sure SMG4 felt it.”  Parent starts crying, slowly he gives him a strained smile “Never better honey, my kiddo was just pulling a prank!”  Three helps him up and checks to make sure no damage was done to the personality. Producer gives Delinquent a small smile and walks up to him “It’s nice to see a real smile from you,” Delinquent hearing this glares at Producer “shut it PD, i need to go show our almighty main character what the internet thinks of him.” with that Ringmaster walks into the room with a smirking Delinquent. It took only a few moments before screaming caught everyone's attention “I LOOK NOTHING LIKE A RAT AND FLYING TEETH!” 

@lizaluvsthis drew this!

Parent removes his sweater and hangs it up before turning to Three “Should we be worried about that?” SMG3 chuckles as he sees Ringmaster walking out of the room in shock “Nah tumblr will do that to you.” Three walks up to Ringmaster and pats his back “Congrats you're popular, as a meme!” Ringmaster pouts as SMG3 chuckles at the personality. Delinquent dashes out the room not noticing that Three was in the way, he bumps into the man causing a drop of the hidden coffee to fall on Three’s arm. Delinquent cursed as he looked up “Move out of the way asshole!” Suddenly Three started to feel weird. He growls as his teeth get sharper, the spade pin glows as he turns to look at Delinquent “THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!” 

The personalities turn watching the fight concerned,  Delinquent chuckles walking up to Three “Ah finally showing yourself, i always knew you had this in you.” he smirks at the man then frowns feeling someone pull him away. Prince glares at  Delinquent “You have upset our fair maiden, I request you apologies or stay away!” SMG3 blushes at Prince's smile making the heart pin glow. His head was starting to hurt as both the spade pin and heart pin glowed, Three lets out a giggle winking at Prince “Aren't you a storybook romeo~” Prince's face goes red as he lets out a nervous giggle “Ah yes i um…i guess i am?” flustered, the Prince had no idea what to say next as  Delinquent rolled his eyes. SMG4 walks in and notices the commotion “Uh what's going on?” Artist sighs walking up to them.  The moment Artist gets close, the last pin glows, the pain in SMG3 head gets worse as he falls to his knees. Concern Artist and Prince run to check him, their touch causes SMG3 to scream “SHUT UP YOU ALL ARE TO LOUD!” the pair take a step back while  Delinquent lets out a dark smile “Interesting…” 

SMG4 runs up “Guys move!” The personalities step away as Four helps SMG3 up “Come on Three let's go to the cafe.” They walk to the cafe where Four gently places Three on the couch in the back room, he starts looking around for a first aid kit. He can feel anxiety sinking its teeth into him, the feeling he is failing Three on his first day of being his boyfriend. He lets out a shaky breath catching SMG3 attention, slowly he gets up gently taking Four’s hand “Hey idiot, you're overthinking so much you're shaking like producer.” 

Four lets out a giggle, if you told him back then that he would find comfort in being called an idiot, he would more than likely fight you. Turning, he lightly blushes looking at Three’s face “Sorry, we just started dating and I have no idea what I'm doing. Then the personalities happen and that's even more stress!”  SMG3 nods giving him a smirk “Wow the youtuber SMG4 not knowing what to do? Stop the presses." The teasing tone made Four roll his eyes as he lightly hit his chest. They both smile at each other as they lean in giving each other a soft loving kiss. They pull away when they hear the door to the cafe slam open “SMG3 WE HAVE A PROBLEM!” Meggy walks to the back to see the pair glaring at her “Did i…walk in on something?” 

Three sighs turning to Meggy “Squid, there better be a good reason why you walked in on us.” she nods “We came over to hang out only to see six different Four’s!” hearing her words they exchange a look nervously.

Four follows Meggy telling Three to rest, he wasn't a fan of staying behind but decided it would be best due to what happened. As he watches them run off an idea comes to him, he takes out an old sewing kit and hums as he starts to make something. He wanted to give something that he hoped would give strength to Four, seeing how stress these events had on him made Three worry.

SMG4 walks in the castle to see each member with a different personality. Artist was with Melony showing her better ways to draw manga, Ringmaster and Saiko were getting along over their stage set up ideas. He turns to see Parent humming, making spaghetti as Mario breathes down his neck. And lastly, Producer was getting a motivational speech from Tari and boopkin. Delinquent was writing in a notebook as Bob walked past him “I UH HAVE TO GO MAKE A CALL!” 

Four nods letting Bob leave as he looks over his different personality “I thought things would have been worse?” Meggy shakes her head “They are you, no matter what you will always have a spot for your friends.” hearing her words make Four bite his lip. That's When Parent, Producer and Delinquent eyes start to glow. Seeing this Meggy slightly shakes Four “Hey uh Four?! What's going on?!” He blinks looking around causing the three to relax as their eyes go back to normal. Delinquent rubs his eyes “When our original gets triggered, be it with inspiration or whatever that personality eyes will glow. So stop looking at us like we are some kind of alien, you dumbasses have more to worry about.”  Meggy frowns hearing this and looks at Four “What… were you thinking about?” Four lets out a laugh as he walks away from her “Nothing! We have a new castle so anything in the past is the past!” 

Meggy shakes her head “Four you can talk to us if you're not doing okay, you know that right?” SMG4 glares at her as his eyes start to turn pink “WHAT POINT OF IM OKAY DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!” Everyone stays silent while Parent and Mario hug each other in fear. Delinquent sighs as he sprints out of the room, Meggy stares at the guardian in shock. Before anyone can say anything, Four shakes his head in fear and runs to his room locking the door. Prince, seeing the fear everyone had, walks to the center of the room “Don't worry everyone, I shall contact our maiden and everything will be okay!” Four throws himself on his bed drained, he wanted this nightmare to end. He spent months perfecting his act, only for some curse to cause this mess. He closes his eyes slowly drifting to sleep. That's when he heard a jingle it was familiar, he opened his eyes to his castle being dark with only the sound of the commercial like song playing. He gets up and goes to the door “H-hello?” opening the door no one was around, he ran out panicked “PARENT?! MARIO!? RINGMASTER?! SMG3!”  his voice echoed through the room. He felt a chill as the jingle stopped. Then static from a TV was heard, he could hear whispers from a room “It has to be perfect.”

He turns his head to the room with the whispers and approaches it, shaking as he opens the door to only see his personality sitting there. They looked up, staring at him, “You must accept the truth, meme guardian,” they all said, causing panic to rise “What do you mean?” Ringmaster points at him “Discord will be your end, if you don't accept the truth.” 

Before he could ask more he is shaken awake, blinking he sees Prince smiling at him”You were silent for a while, we got worried so I broke the door to check on you!” Four blinks as he looks behind Prince to see a broken door “That will be something to explain to Three.” Bob was walking in the woods panicking. Not only did he lose his chance at making money, he was surrounded by colorful SMG4’s. He keeps walking only to notice he wasn't going anywhere, he looks down and curses at the shadows from the trees making it impossible to know what has a hold of him. He hears a stick break making him turn “WHO IS THERE?!” a chuckle is heard as a shadow appears in front of him “Discord.” 

Three walks in the castle to see Four wrapped with blankets alongside Mario as they both drink hot chocolate “Uh what i miss?” Tari smiles as she hands Three a cup “Four had a nightmare so we are cheering him up!” Three sighs, ignoring the cup in Taris' hand and going to his boyfriend. With a gentle smile he takes out a small box from his hat. Four gently puts his cup on the floor taking the box “Whats this?” SMG3 rolled his eyes “If you used those things called eyes, that is a box with a gift that people get for others!” Four glares at his partner.

Delinquent walks into the room writing in a notebook when he sees the box, he tilts his head staring at it. Four hums opening it, he lets out a gasp as he takes out a pair of gloves with a glitchy number four on them. Excited over the gloves he tackles Three down kissing his cheek, the crew giggled at the affection as Mario took out his phone taking pictures “GAAAAY!”

The pair glare at Mario before smacking him, once done Four gives a bright smile to three “Thank you, i will always wear them!” SMG3 smirks “You better, no matter what happens I hope those gloves give you strength.” Delinquent eyes go wide seeing Four put the gloves on, in a panic he hides the notebook then covers his hand “No, please no.” Then a bright light covers the personalities confusing everyone, Artist then screams in joy seeing his gloves “LOOK! Our gloves changed to match our original!” Ringmaster smiles seeing his logo “We love the gift Chang Noi, we will cherish it.”  Three stood there looking around seeing the personalities look at their hands with joy. Slowly Delinquent looks at his gloves, his eyes go wide in shock “Oh fuck.” 

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa #split into threes #six splits for fours

[moremaybank]

Can you do a Christmas smut with Klaus X witch reader and Klaus fucks her out of jealousy/anger. Also, can he tie her up with his own black suit tie? Love your work! <3

TINSEL & TIES — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!witch!reader

summary after an argument, you try to make klaus jealous. in return, klaus has to let you know just how wrong that decision was.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, bdsm (reader is tied, gagged and restrained), clit-slapping, orgasm denial, face-fucking, cum-swallowing, klaus being tied and gagged at the end, i think that’s it

author's note merry (belated) christmas. this is six days late, but who’s counting? (me. i’m counting. and the guilt is immeasurable) but anyways please enjoy :)

klaus masterlist

the compound looked magical.

warm white lights were strung carefully around the staircases alongside garland that complimented the extravagant christmas tree. poinsettias were laced through the lights and garland. mistletoe hung in strategic locations, a part of klaus's holiday shenanigans. the sweet aroma of baked holiday goods roamed through the air, and fake snow — provided by a spell of your own making — was littered everywhere, making it feel like a white christmas.

everything was perfect, courtesy of you. so it really was a shame that you didn't get the opportunity to enjoy it.

"you're being ridiculous! i put this entire party together, down to every last ornament hanging on that gorgeous tree downstairs. i'm not gonna sit out on my favourite holiday just because you're being paranoid!"

klaus sighed in exasperation, "i'm not being paranoid! i'm playing it safe. excuse me for trying to protect you from the countless enemies i have roaming about this city."

"well, whose fault is that? all you've done over the thousand years you've walked on this earth is turn everyone against you. this is your own fault. i don't deserve to be punished for your mistakes, klaus!"

klaus takes a step closer to you, the aggravation growing more apparent as the seconds ticked by.

"i'd hardly consider taking preventative measures to ensure your safety to be a punishment, y/n."

you rolled your eyes. it was a regular occurrence for klaus to treat you as if you were helpless and weak. it irked you to your core, and tonight, you'd had enough.

"i am so sick and tired of you breathing down my neck. you seem to forget that i can protect myself against anyone who dares to come at me. i am one of the most powerful witches this city has ever seen. i don't need you to babysit me, and i certainly don't need you to treat me as if i'm defenceless."

you shoved past him, shoulder hitting against his as you tried to storm out of your shared bedroom. klaus's hand clasped around your elbow, though, preventing you from making your escape.

"and just where do you think you're going?" klaus questioned, giving you a look of warning.

"downstairs. who knows, maybe i'll meet someone who respects me enough to let me fight my own battles. it'd be ten times better than having my boyfriend treat me like a child," you respond bitterly, "and maybe they'll also be able to make me come, unlike some people here."

it was a low blow and an untruthful one at that, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. it was exhausting having the person you love to act as if you were a burden. and on top of that, it's even worse when you feel as though they constantly undermine your strength.

so, there you were, flirting with a random party-goer who had absolutely no chance with you.

to be quite frank, what you really wanted to do was spend time with klaus. you wanted to dance with him, your bodies pressed close as you felt his undead heartbeat thump against your living one. to feel his hand stroke the small of your back as you two whispered sweet nothings to each other. to bask in the simple intimacy of holding him close to you. but he'd spoiled your mood, and in turn, you refused to be near him.

klaus's eyes had been daggering you two all night, no doubt making good use of his vampire-enhanced hearing abilities as he eavesdropped on your shameless teasing as the hours went by.

he was angry with you, there was no question, but all he could think about was that handsome stranger kissing you in places only klaus had kissed. touching you in places only klaus had touched. breaking you down until you were a mess in his arms as you cried out his name. it was taking everything in him to not tear his heart out of that man's chest and serve it to you on a silver platter.

klaus watched as you stroked the man's arm, fingers lingering over the material of his far less fancy suit as you laughed at his poor excuse of a joke. klaus then slammed his empty glass down on the bar after he chugged the contents of it down his throat, walking over you to and clutching your arm.

"if you don't back off my girl within the next five seconds, your head will be on a spike for everyone here to see. understand?"

the man gulped, nodding without a word before disappearing into the crowd.

you turned to klaus, irritated beyond measure. he was causing a scene — a pointless one — all because of the jealousy that coursed through his veins. before you had a chance to say anything, klaus was dragging you out of the party and up the stairs. once you two had reached your bedroom, he slammed the door and shoved you against it.

"you want to fight your own battles? to force me to watch you lead on some imbecile solely because you're angry with me? fine. that just means you'll take your punishment like a good girl, doesn't it?"

as angry as you were, klaus's words were soiling your panties as he stared down at you. his angry side in the bedroom had always been something you considered to be a blessing, and this time it was no different.

his hand came up to your neck, fingers squeezing your throat when you failed to answer, lost in your own thoughts. "you'd do well to answer me, sweetheart."

"yes, klaus. i will."

"good answer."

and with that, he spun you around, your front pushed flush against the wooden door as klaus's hands ripped the corset of your dress apart with one swift motion. your dress dropped to the floor, pooling around your high-heel-clad ankles. klaus's thick digits wrapped around your hip bones, digging into your skin as he pulled you against him. you could feel his length, hard and throbbing through the material of his suit pants, and it sent butterflies into your core. he was so close, yet so far, and it already had you reeling.

in a flash, you were on the bed, your back against the plush duvet as klaus towered over you. his fingers worked to remove the tie around his neck. when he was finished, he clasped your wrists together with one hand, drawing them to the headboard and securing them in place with the tie. he leaned back to admire his work.

your dress had done wonders for your cleavage, so you'd opted to go braless for the night. you'd also decided against panties because pre-argument-you had hoped to eliminate as many obstacles at the end of the night when klaus would inevitably have you at his mercy. in hindsight, you'd wished you'd worn a damn chastity belt to make things harder for him. your anger was diminishing slowly, but it was still present.

klaus's gaze drank in the sight of you, completely bare and exposed for him. he could sense your arousal from his place at the edge of the bed, and he wanted nothing more than to ravish you in every way possible. he wanted to fulfill your every desire; it was just the way he was. but he also wouldn't let you get away with your attitude and teasing so easily. he was still klaus. he relished in taking his revenge, and it was no different when it came to your treatment in the bedroom. especially when you pushed his buttons.

"i don't think your restrained wrists are enough for me. i do need to teach you a lesson after all."

"jealousy doesn't suit you, mister mikaelson."

"oh, darling. you haven't seen anything yet."

klaus disappeared into the closet, quickly finding three more neck-ties to bind you with. he returned, watching your brows furrow in confusion as he grabbed a hold of one of your ankles.

"as angry as i am, these shoes look gorgeous on you. i think we'd better leave them on," he spoke, bending your leg toward you as he tied your ankle to the headboard. he did the same to the other, and when he got to the last remaining tie, he tied it around the back of your head, gagging you.

the sight of you tied up, your body practically bent in half with each of your legs on either side of your restrained wrists, ready to be used by him...it was all too much. he could feel the madness, the dominant and possessive side of him fully present.

"here's what's going to happen. you'll let me fuck you just the way i want to without using any magic whatsoever to your advantage. disobey me, and you won't get to come tonight. are we clear?"

you gave him a glare, nodding angrily at him. he had you bound and gagged, for christ's sake. it was all you could do.

"good."

klaus began to strip himself of the remaining pieces of his suit, hearing each thump of your heart grow louder and louder as he revealed every inch of his bare skin to you. he climbed back on top of you, fully exposed as his flesh pressed against yours.

goosebumps spread over your skin in anticipation as his lips adorned your neck, nibbling harshly as he sucked love bites into your skin. you tried to hiss through the gag that kept your mouth open wide but to no avail. all you could manage was to pant heavily at the contact. you ached to touch him. to run your hands through his curls. to claw at the flesh of his back. to wrap your legs around his hips and tug his bottom half further into yours as he expressed his love to you through his actions. but alas, you couldn't.

as if he read your mind, his hips ground into your exposed and dripping core. the tip of his length brushed past your entrance, both of you jerking at the near intrusion.

"i'm going to wreck you. i want you to regret even conjuring the thought of someone making you come as hard as i do. we both know that no one could ever compare to me."

his lips trailed down your chest, leaving more love bites across your bare chest. he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking it as he created the same motion on the other with his fingers. your chest heaved, already so far gone.

unbeknownst to you, he sunk his tip inside of you, the relief not quite enough to satiate your yearning for him. then, he buried himself inside of you with a harsh slam of his hips. you whimpered around the gag as he started to move mercilessly, leaving you no time to adjust to his monstrous cock.

"bloody hell, that mouth of yours never fails to get you into trouble, but without it, i wouldn't be able to rip you apart until you're begging for mercy."

klaus's teeth were gritted, the anger bleeding through his expressions and rough actions. his hand found your throat, fingers squeezing as he rutted into you deeper and harsher than ever before. his vampire abilities were on his side now more than ever, the speed of his thrusts quite literally inhumane.

"you're mine. mine to protect, and to love, and to fuck. mine to punish as i see fit. and the next time you force me to watch you flirt with a man who could never own you like i do, i'll do a whole lot more than just tie you up."

his tone was raspy, coated with jealousy but also with a certain want, and it made your toes curl as you took all of him inside of you again and again.

your wrists and ankles felt ached already, the fabric of the ties rubbing your skin raw and leaving behind red marks around them. but you didn't care. you couldn't focus on anything else as klaus fucked your brains out, watching him angrily mutter things to himself as he pulled your body against his to meet his movements. immense pleasure coursed through you as klaus's cock plunged deep into your core.

klaus brought a hand down to your lower stomach, pressing down as he thrusted and thrusted. you could feel every ridge and vein that adorned his length rub against that sweet spot inside of you. your legs were trembling on either side of you, as much as they could while being bound to the headboard.

without warning, he slapped your clit harshly as he fucked you, your hips jerking at the sudden strike. your walls clamped down on his length as if to keep him inside, and your cream began to coat klaus's cock. you hadn't come yet, but you were damn close, and klaus knew that.

"always so responsive. you drive me absolutely mad, did you know that?" he spoke, his hand slapping your clit again repeatedly. you were writhing beneath him, though you were folded and restrained. klaus, who had memorized all your tells when it came to you reaching your high, knew that you were right on the brink, and he smirked as he pulled out of you. "it's too bad that you won't get to come tonight."

he then yanked on the tie that gagged you, casting it behind him as he crawled on top of you. in a matter of seconds, his hand was sliding his aching member down your throat. your mouth was stuffed with him, even though it was still sore from the tie. the corners of your lips burned as he began to fuck your face, balls slapping against your chin as he forced you to take all of him down your airway.

tears brimmed in your eyes as he now held your head in place with both of his hands, and you gagged around him. you struggled for air, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you looked up at klaus with your big doe eyes.

he was biting his lip, fingers threading through your hair and tugging as he brought himself to his orgasm. he let out a groan, his hips starting to stutter as he let the hot ropes of his cum slide down the back of your throat. you could see his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, and he pulled out of you slowly. he looked down at you once more, his thumb stroking over your wet lips.

he went to speak, but he was cut off when he heard you breathe out what sounded like a spell. he knew he'd heard you correctly when the ties that bound you to the bed gave out instantly. your limbs sprang free, and as soon as you could, you pushed klaus beneath you and used your magic to restrain his own hands. you also gagged him with the tie he'd used on your mouth, and you could see the fury in his eyes.

he mumbled something through the tie, much like you had earlier, and his frustration bled through his barely-formed words.

“i could tell you really needed that, so i let you have your fun. but now…” you paused, your hand coming up to his throat, “it’s my turn to take what i want.”

~

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Loving the kiss blurbs. Could I request 36-To give up control with Hangman please?

I'm so glad you're loving the kisses so far! I'm having a ton of fun writing them as well and I hope you love this one. Here is Kiss #36 - to give up control.

Control Me With a Kiss

He's been an absolute menace tonight, completely obnoxious and succeeding in annoying everyone in his vicinity. You’re not exactly sure why he’s turned the Hangman charm up to 1000 or why he’s so insistent on using it, but you can read the expressions on Phoenix’s and Rooster’s faces. They’re moments away from snapping and goading Jake into a fight where he’ll destroy every friendship he’s made in Miramar in moments.

You’re the only person Jake can’t tear to shreds, so you take one for the team, grabbing a pair of shots from the tray Fanboy carries by you. Downing one, you inject some sensuality into your stance and a sway to your hips as you walk towards your quarry. You’re immediately grateful for the skimpy sundress you pulled on after training, because this technique doesn’t work as well when you’re wearing your khakis. You hold the other between two fingers and slip into the space between Hangman and the pool table.

“Hangman,” You smile softly up at him, but you’ve never seen this particular look on his face.

“Skye.” Jake’s brow is furrowed as he looks down at you. “Can you move? I’m trying to play pool here.”

“You play pool every night, Jake. Here, take a shot and come dance with me.” You push the shot into his hand and tug the pool cue out of his grasp. You ignore his sputtering as you turn and hit the final ball into the pocket. If your ass brushes up against his pelvis as you do so, then what harm would that one flirtatious touch do? You’re grinning when Jake downs the shot before towing you onto the dance floor. The daggers aren’t at the Hard Deck tonight, something you’re glad for because at least now you don’t have to worry about admirals seeing you grind up against your colleague.

“What’re you playing at Skye?” Jake’s voice is a barely restrained growl as his hands find their place on your hips.

You turn in his arms, sliding your arms around his neck as he looks down at you.

“Playing? I’m not playing at all. You’re in a shit mood tonight and you’re taking it out on your squadron. So I intervened.”

Jake just lets go of you before roughly grabbing your upper arm and spitting, “Thanks for your intervention little miss peacekeeper. You can run along back to Phoenix and Roo and get your prize for being such a good girl. A pity-fuck won’t be enough to work me out of this mood.”

He leaves you in the middle of the dance floor feeling embarrassed and angry. Phoenix and Rooster both give you twin shocked and pitying looks which you ignore as you march right after the big blonde headache your heart has claimed without permission.

"That temper tantrum in there was great and all, but do you want to tell me what is actually happening to you?" Your voice is almost too loud in the sudden quiet of the beach outside.

He seems shocked to see you standing on the beach next to where he's sitting and looks very sorry.

"M'sorry. You're not a pity fuck. You wouldn’t be one." You shake your head before sitting in his lap in the sand.

"I know. You forget that I know you. It's been years. We've been wingmen for so long that I know everything about you, maybe even better than you know yourself." You cup his jaw gently before kissing him.

You take control of the kiss, licking into his mouth as Jake goes pliant under you. It's a heated kiss, something filthy that sends heat shooting down your spine and bursting across every nerve in your body. When you pull away, Jake's staring at you like he's never seen you before.

"What was that for?" His lips are parting and his chest is heaving as you examine your handiwork.

"Sometimes bratty boys need to know who's in charge. If you take me home, I can show you exactly how in charge I can be?" Your squeal is sharp as he hefts you up over his shoulder and deposits you into the passenger seat of his truck before running back to the bar. He walks out with your purse in one hand as Rooster and Phoenix follow behind him like ducklings.

"I paid your tab, darling. Now take me home." His voice is anything but quiet and you make sure to flip Phoenix off as her eyes light up and she starts blowing up your phone. If only you'd known earlier that the best way to get Hangman to behave was with a kiss.

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[cat-mentality]

Forget socializing what do you mean Jaiden has WINGS ?????? I'm frowning at the mouth about the implications of this to literally everything else.

Jaiden's wings are beautiful.

They shine in the sun, so very colorful, matching her new hair color in a way that is bizarrely fitting for her personality.

Everyone gasps when they see it for the first time. Eyes wide, mouths open in shock before they start gushing compliments, a few hands lift just a little before being pulled down- The instinct to touch is always there but the respect for her triumphs over it.

Her own smile is shy at first, eyes darting around to see everyone's reaction, to try to predict what they think, what they feel.

She keeps the wings tucked close at first, until the compliments wash away her worries and she lets them stretch further, revealing the way the colors blend together.

Her smile is as bright as the sun.

Jaiden feels free, for the first time in a very long time.

(Bobby was the only and last person who saw her wings.

Not even Roier had seen them.

Jaiden doesn't know why.

Doesn't understand the urge to keep them hidden, to keep them protected.

Doesn't understand the way she tenses when someone gets too close, how she holds her breath waiting for a touch that the logical side of her knows is not coming, that even if it does come it will be with her permission and with utmost care.

Nothing ever happened to her wings right?)

Philza freezes a smile on his face.

He compliments Jaiden as does everyone else but there is something off on his voice and he cannot bring himself to care, to change it.

(Philza is keeping too much hidden already, he doesn't know if he could deal with more without blowing up.)

He hopes they are too distracted by her to look too much into him. He doesn't want them to see his eyes, the way they shine with tears for a few moments before he pushes it down with familiarity.

He downplays his own feelings, his own reactions.

Philza doesn't elaborate on what "fucked by the Island" means. He can't.

He can't talk about how they hurt. How he knows they have been plucked without any sort of care but to cause harm and to take away their ability to fly, how there are empty spaces on his wings where no feathers have grown even if it's been months, how he can still feel the phantom sensation in them, how much it aches and burns in random moments.

How he can't bear to look at himself in the mirror with them in the open because he doesn't recognize the mangled mess the Federation made of them.

Philza hates how envy burns inside of him.

How something ugly twist in his chest and his first urge is to scream at Jaiden. Is to ask "why", why are her wings perfect, why is she allowed to fly, why didn't they mutilate her as well?

Somehow discovering that he was the only one to be punished like this stings in a raw way he cannot properly explain.

It's not fair.

It's not fucking fair.

How much can this cursed Island take from him until there is nothing left?

Baghera looks at Jaiden's wings and her first instinct is to flinch. Is to hide herself in a corner to fight the urge to hide inside of her own mind again, shaking from something she can't name.

Her whole body aches.

Her whole body hurts.

Her own wings, firmly and safely hidden behind layers of clothing, feel like they have been flayed.

(They had been, once.

Baghera is nauseous at how familiar the sensation is )

She can feel cold hands grabbing her feathers, she can taste her own blood as she once bitten her tongue because screaming always seemed to amuse It, she can feel the pain as the feathers are plucked with mechanical detached violence, she can almost see the raw spots left behind.

Baghera shakes and shakes and suddenly she is a little girl a misbehaving experiment all over again watching as others walk around with their perfect wings as she hunches in a corner with her bandaged body.

(Your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

A mechanical voice chants inside her head, half memory half not.

Why couldn't you be perfect like her?)

She can't look at Jaiden's wings.

Quackity looks at this strange with her colorful wings and he is hit with such familiarity it hurts.

He knows those wings.

His brain hurts every time he looks at her, like there is something pounding from the inside, some memory screaming to be remembered and as much as he tries he simply cannot bring it to the surface, just has this feeling like the answer is in the tip of his tongue but he has forgotten how to form words.

His own wings stir from their binding and he pushes down the urge to release them as well.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

He doesn't know why though, he doesn't understand the need to keep them to himself, to keep them safe where no one can see let alone touch them.

But he sees the scars on them when he dares to look into a mirror, sees the empty spaces where new feathers refuse to grow and he remembers very well the sensation of a cold hand holding into his feathers- Not a threat, a promise, a reminder.

Quackity dips his head into the cold water of his pool and wonders why he can't forget about the pain too.

(El Quackity watches in the cameras as the blue bird stretches her wings for the first time since they are kids and smiles to himself, amused by reasons none of the workers could hope to understand.

His own wings are visible as well, bright yellow and perfect as they can be.

He wonders if she has any idea of what she did to gain her's back.)

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[abloomingperiod]

try | min yoongi

"i hate you."

he snaps his head, eyes locked on your face, but not to the point where he used to go - making you unable to speak.

"i hate you and your eyes when they're searching for any ounce of secrecy in mine. i hate your ability to catch every word that i keep from you before i stuff them down my throat again. i hate your will to listen to me, and even more, your desire to do it again. i hate your hands and how they never fucking let my chin when i try and hide from you.

yoongi is a man of personality. he will scoff, he will bicker, he will complain and he will make his opinions clear.

but now, as he watched closely the way your face glowed with your tears, he knows better. like he knows the palm of his hand, he knows the best he can do, is keep his mouth shut.

"i hate how you make everything seem so easy, but somehow can't figure out how to fucking call after 5 days of sleeping and staying with me." you're aware of your surroundings: his place, his room, his space. you sense you should feel bad about telling him off at his own goddamn home.... but should you?

after he did the same?

after he went to your place, your room, your space, and then tore you off like a used band-aid from a wound?

you're not the type to go just vent. no, you're top caught up in your own head to do so. yet, you feel like he should be as uncomfortable as one can possibly be.

he made you feel that, why shouldn't he?

"i fucking hate your arms when they embrace me, even though i want you away. i hate that they know i don't really want to." you weakly let out a bitter laugh at that, knowing you're probably falling off the deep end of what should be a tell off, a firm and stern goodbye. but you know you could never do that.

that is not you, and yoongi also knows that very well. which is why his eyes go redder and redder, saved from your sight by his dark locks and your scared chin, that holds your face down.

"i hate your fucking body for making mine feel so unprepared and held hostage of you. i hate your warmth and i hate the feel of your hands on me. i hate your fucking touch, and i hate the fact that if you approach me right now, i will forget everything i want to say. i hate how you make me forget my own name, but can't seem to know anything but yours when i'm coming down under you" you feel your cheeks redden as they have been doing lately every time anything carnal comes up regarding yoongi, and the fact that it does, only makes you hate him even more.

because it's never been like that. no carnal shit has ever made your cheeks red.

because this wasn't just carnal, and you knew that.

and you hated yoongi for that.

"i hate you for making me feel like i'm the only thing in the world, like i'm your fucking 'love'" you hiss at the nickname he himself put in you.

"there you go, love" "good morning, love" "you can tell me anything, love" "but i want to hear about it, love" "i'm being serious, love"

love, love, love..

it seems impossible to not observe those 4 letters move around until it becomes a mere gutted, bitter and scary feeling.

yoongi catches his breath before you can hear any urgent sniffle from him. because of course he does. he undresses you, your feelings and your heart, and uses it as a shield for his own.

"i hate you more than anything and everyone in the world, because i can't fucking hate you",

and with that, your voice breaks, along with your already weak posture and you hold your face on your hands as to try and protect the last layer that's left, and surprisingly, the first he peeled when he first saw you across that bar, with a dark, firm make-up trying and holding his stare, whilst keeping a smile as your teeth sank on your on lip.

he knows every layer of you, and like nothing, tears it apart.

yoongi feels like a kid that's desperately trying to cover his misdoings from his elders. he knows he's beyond to blame, but still, keeps his gaze on the floor as the only glimpse of you he catches is your nervous feet, movind around nonstoppably.

"and i hate you because i fucking love you, desperately and insanely."

yoongi lifts his gaze for the first time since you started talking, and he scolds himself like never before for that.

seeing people crying is never the best sight, but watching you, the person he feels like he could kill for, breaking apart in front of him, doesn't feel like a scold.

it feels worse.

a sinking consequence.

a punishment.

a capital sin he should pay for.

"i can't fucking do this anymore" you say in a defeated voice "you did it, congratulations. you know me and not you know what you did." yoongi can sense what you're about to do and his heart, if not on the ground, is probably because it got stuck in his tightening grip on the counter top he supported himself.

"i don't know what else you intend to do, but it has to stop. i'm done with your shit, so leave me out of it. this isn't me, this isn't the type of thing i get into, and you fucking know that because i told you so." your tears start falling again, and your head feels like it's gonna explode. but the pain isn't as near as the one in your heart. "so please, please" you beg him, and you're sure you never seemed so pleading, not even when you wanted him to make you beg in other circumstances "fucking let me be, 'cause i can't stand this anymore."

yoongi feels like he might bust at any moment. how could he be so inside his own head, to not realize what he has done before you literally cried it out for him?

but of course he wouldn't. it was so easy to read others, but not nearly as easy as shutting off from them.

but he knows better than to cherish this fact. after seeing the damage he has done, it was transformed into a reason to feel ashamed of himself.

and he hates himself for that. he hated every layer you peeled for him, as he simultaneously battle himself to not peel his own. he hated that, and he hated that it affected you.

you. the person that made him feel like a deranged man. the person he kissed every limb, chased every freckle, cleaned every millimeter of skin after marking it, and mumbled desperate promises in the dead of night to.

you, his love.

but love wasn't supposed to hurt like that.

he knows that very well.

and you know that very well, too.

and he's aware of that, even more so now, that you're gathering every layer he peeled off of you, to regain yourself.

he knows he fucked everything up.

he knows.

he, then, reaches for something in his pocket. a black, tiny box, and fiddles with it for a few seconds.

you're not sure why, but your legs feel like giving up.

"i should've been quicker on my feet" he mumbles, as he sadly looks down at the mysterious object.

"i got it a month ago... the day after the blackout" he seems to go back to that day. ah, yes. the blackout.

it was mid-afternoon, a regular saturday with not much to do, but since you had yoongi over your body, and his warm, plump lips on your skin, it was far from boring.

unfortunately, as you guys laid spent on his bed, your phone died, which meant it hadn't charged, and that's when you realized the power went off.

his place had two way out's and both needed energy to function. so instead of storming out as you used to do after your rendezvous, you stood there, with him. and hours ago, after huge conversations, room-filling laughter and urgent make out sessions, as you left, yoongi realized he wished the power never came back.

he comes back to where you're both at right now, and it feels like ages ago.

a month.

he went a month with that ring on his pocket slapping his own face mentally as he tried to find the perfect time to open its lid and his heart for you.

but you were quicker on your feet, as you were quicker on wearing your heart on your sleeve when you got comfortable - or wrecked - enough.

yoongi bitterly chuckles, but you don't hate him for that. no, his single tear detaches from him in such a fast way you don't have the time to do so, before another one comes.

"i know you find commitment jewelry rather 'lame"... so you can still use it as just accessory, if you want to." he keeps explaining himself with a voice that's suffocated from his urge to cry. he lets another sad, bitter chuckle out "you seemed so radiant when it fit your finger..."

he couldn't've.

he shouldn't've.

well, he did.

"you shouldn't have done that'." you lightly scold him.

"i wanted to"

"what changed, then?"

"it has 'i love you' engraved inside, you know."

then, his eyes get to yours, and you feel like you've been petrified.

of course it did.

and you know very well it didn't when you tried it back then in the pottery shop, but it did now, and you don't know if it's a sick game of his, or if he's really that much of a coward to not put himself together and just give it - the ring and his whole - to you, like he knew you were wiling to do for him.

"you know damn well i am right here ready for you and you don't do it"

"i'm sorry-"

"do you even know what goes inside your head?"

"i wish i didn't if it'd make it easier"

then, you go silent. yoongi is good with words, but surprisingly, not when is his own thoughts translated to them. and you're tired of it.

"i can't put myself into something if it's one-sided"

"it's not"

"you don't seem to be sure of that"

"i'm as sure as i am with death"

you can't do this anymore, you can't, you can't.

"yoongi, i can't be tortured like that because you're afraid" then, you snap back into it all. "hell, i was fucking mortified and yet i let it go because you made me feel like i could" the least you can do is fucking retribute."

and he knows that.

he knows that.

"i can retribute"

you sigh and close your eyes. no. not this. not months ago. not now.

not when you can't do it anymore.

"a ring and a tear is not enough"

"i don't think it is"

you look back to the floor and wish you could stop your tears from coming back, but it would be wasted effort. one you could use right now to say no to his advances.

yoongi tries to approaching you carefully, like you could break just from feeling his warm body close to you. "can i?" he asks.

you look back at his eyes with a feeling you know he understands, and he wants to slaps his own face for being responsible for it.

you're guarded up.

of course you are, and it didn't surprise him.

then, he reaches the black box for you.

"i still think it looks beautiful on you" he comments, the same thing he commented months ago, when you tried it.

"looks beautiful on you, love."

you sniff at his gift, and touches it as if it was a new puppy for a kid, or a confirmation letter from the best college out there for a teen.

you touch it as if you adored it, even in it's been seconds since he gave it to you.

you touch it as if it was a piece of him he gave to you.

you touch it as if it was him.

and suddenly, your fingers itches for his skin.

and you cry because of it.

"i would do anything to try again" he says in a tone that made you heart break three times in a row. "anything."

you stare at him, and his eyes are already on you.

"you really think you tried once?"

he fucking crumbles at your words. they cut like a knife, but he knows you're not lying.

it might be hurting like nothing before, but you're not lying.

"i think i can try more. this i think" he retaliates, but not in a defensive way, no. yoongi knows he's in no place to do so.

it sounds more like a fact. he knows he can.

all he needed is for you to know it too.

he approaches you, but this time, you don't move an inch, and doesn't raise one eyebrow. instead, you feel it and your tears falling together.

"let me try."

he says, looking right at your eyes, and you swear you wanted to grab him by his collar and never let him go. as usual.

yoongi cups your face carefully, his thumbs wiping your tears away as you bit your lip anxiously.

"i want- i will try."

you raise your eyes and find his, that are already on yours and you find in them a stripped yoongi; one that you've only seen in the dead of night, one you've only seen when he's with his six closest friends.

one you've only seen when he loses himself in his true colors.

"anything." he says, mouth close to yours, gaze never letting go.

and when he feels your hand raising the box to him, for a few seconds, he feels his heart in shambles all around the room.

but that is until you open your mouth.

"start from when you stopped, then."

oh, and will he.

with his whole being, and his entire soul.

for a minute, you hate him for saying those exact words.

but at the same time, deep down to where he can see in your eyes, you know you don't.

you know, you actually love it.

you love it.

you love him.

and you see mirrored in his eyes.

he loves you.

he loves you, he will try.

he will try.

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[blackjackkent]

House of Grief Boss Battle Report!

Initial state of play: THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM OH MY GOD

Yikes on bikes.

As pictured, Viconia immediately starts out by turning several of her followers into wolves, which is really pretty mean because Shadowheart has a crippling fear of them due to the memory that was implanted in her head.

Intriguingly, the source of this is a series of connected abilities she has:

Wild. I'm assuming that if we came down here without Shadowheart and Hector had gone through the Mapping of the Heart himself, this attack would be keyed to him and to something he said during the conversation.

Shadowheart is NOT HAVING ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT:

Atta girl.

>:(

Looking at Viconia's other features:

That's going to make Shadowheart's abilities as a damage dealer pretty much moot unfortunately.

Holy tankiness batman.

I'm not entirely sure if she's meant to be a paladin or a cleric here.

She has 124 hit points, which compared to some of the bosses we've fought is really not much; this is very much a mob battle rather than a single target battle. The various other Sharrans around the room range from 30 at the low end to 150 at the max. Including her, we're looking at 20 enemies.

Hector and Karlach are such battering rams that I'm not overly worried about this, but let's see how it goes.

Round 1:

Given the debuff Shadowheart has against Viconia, getting the two of them apart as soon as possible seems like it should be a top priority. With this in mind, Hector comes in with Flurry of Blows for two pushes in a row.

Given the massive number of enemies on the field, I think Jaheira's conjuring abilities are (tragically) more relevant for this fight than her owlbear form is. Conjure Woodland Being puts a dryad on the field who can themselves summon a wood woad which puts two new ally combatants on our side for the price of one. I don't expect them to last very long but they are not intended to. XD

Of course, once again, despite the two extra fighters we just brought on the field and all the other more threatening members of our party, everyone goes STRAIGHT FOR JAHEIRA and starts beating up on her.

STOP BEATING UP ON THAT OLD WOMAN, DAMN IT.

Shadowheart lands a clutch Hold Person to take one of the Justiciars out of the fight temporarily and gets her spiritual weapon on the field for another ally.

It's really disheartening watching the like ten enemies in a row go in the middle of the initiative order.

And of course Jaheira goes down again before I can do literally anything about it. Maybe I should have owlbeared her after all. (Legitimately I don't know why this keeps happening. Normally I would blame my bad combat skills but I hadn't even done anything yet.)

Speaking of bad combat skills, I decide to send the wood woad over to try and draw enemies away from her, and forget it's next to a bunch of enemies already, which all AOO and obliterate it immediately.

This is not off to a good start. None of these enemies are strong in and of themselves but they're making a lot of progress through sheer numbers. Top priority instantly becomes getting the squishy enemies out of the fight immediately.

Round 2:

Hector puts this new plan into action immediately by one-shotting two of the squishies because he is a fucking wrecking ball of a man now.

Jaheira has biffed two death saving throws in a row.

Karlach wrecks one of the wolves; turns out it's a polymorph variant and reveals the person underneath when the wolf form runs out of health. Karlach wrecks that too. XD

Shadowheart is also in VERY rough shape due to Viconia focus firing her and auto-critting everything. I have her disengage and back away from combat and then cast Mass Healing Word. Tragically, everyone is bone chilled and apparently that persists through downstate, so literally nothing happens. Fuck.

This is actually going quite badly. The Sharrans spend their turns casting Darkness on a large portion of the battlefield (which they are immune to) and surrounding Hector in a big deathball. Between Bone Chill, Darkness, and the fact that our party is almost completely optimized for single target damage (except for Jaheira, who is unconscious), things are really not looking good.

Round 3:

Jaheira dies. Shadowheart gets downed on another crit from Viconia. I reload and reconsider the situation.

Attempt 2. I have Jaheira drop all her healing spells for now since we have Shadowheart. Instead, I have her load up everything she can do that does AOE damage or CC, and cast Stoneskin on herself before the fight.

It's called fashion, look it up.

This time we're going to do our best to keep her and Shadowheart to the BACK line and just topping up Hector and Karlach as much as possible and casting AOEs. I've also loaded her up with Daylight again in the hope that it might counteract the Darkness spells.

Let's see if this goes better.

Round 1:

We kick off with Jaheira dropping an ice storm on half the field and then running back towards the door. Only one of the bad guys eats shit on the ice, but it does considerable opening damage to a number of the squishies at once.

I also have her drop a grasping vine in the very center of the arena where hopefully it can mess up Viconia's day. It's a real Dr. Seuss ass lookin' thing.

Hector one-shots one of the squishies on the opposite side of the map and makes a good start on a second.

Viconia spends her whole action obliterating the grasping vine in one go, which is much better than her obliterating Jaheira so I'll take it.

Shadowheart flamestrikes two more enemies almost off the field entirely.

While Hector runs around the arena, this time we keep Karlach on squishy defense duty for now, beating up the Justiciar who is trying to get at Jaheira and Shadowheart.

The long string of enemy turns is still disheartening but not quite as disheartening as it was last time, so that's promising. Darkness on the field again. Two of the enemies eat shit in the ice field at last. Several of them get distracted by how shiny Shadowheart's spiritual weapon is.

Round 2:

Bone chill is really quite a problem but we made it through the first round without anyone taking a dreadful amount of damage.

Jaheira casts Daylight and it does indeed remove the darkness effect!

Hector kills THREE separate people on his turn.

Viconia goes after Shadowheart again at once but this unfortunately moves her into Karlaching range.

At this point I realize two critical things: Shadowheart's Spirit Guardians can do necrotic as well as radiant damage, and (to my surprise) the Sharrans aren't resistant to necrotic damage.

Let's fucking go.

During the enemy turns Jaheira's health starts getting dire again. We also discover that Daylight only removes EXISTING darkness and doens't prevent new ones from being cast, which is annoying.

Round 3:

Hector kills Viconia and one of the Justiciars. The quest completes, but the additional bad guys definitely did not get the memo.

I had a brilliant idea about sending Shadowheart to grab Jaheira and teleport them both out of danger with Dimension Door. This fails for several reasons - Jaheira is in the midst of darkness and thus Shadowheart can't target her for the spell, and Jaheira raised a wall of Entangling Vines which do damage to Shadowheart on the way in. So they're both kind of just standing in the midst of a lot of enemies while very injured and Jaheira is bonechilled. Rawr. Shadowheart just sighs and casts Cure Wounds on herself instead. Her spirit guardians still do mega work though.

We're starting to gain the upper hand, though. Karlach manages to knock several more enemies out on her turn. This has not been a clean or professional fight but we're getting it done. XD

In a moment of unusual generosity, the enemies decide not to go after Shadowheart and Karlach, both of whom they could easily kill, and instead take potshots at Hector and Karlach who are almost full health.

LOL jk [sigh]

Shadowheart mysteriously obtains a second bonus action from somewhere and I'm legitimately not sure where.

????

Oh, it's from her helmet - she gets an extra bonus action when below 50% health. Nice!

Down to three enemies remaining, which is feeling rather more manageable, even if Jaheira dies. (*spongebob arms outstretched meme* TEMPORARILY)

VICTORY! And we didn't quite lose Jaheira. XD

I'm so good at this.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

if you get a notification about me following you, that's on me i missed the ask button

but I see an oc :) Why does Becky smith need to chill?

Sobbing sobbing sobbing 😓

I tagged her name wrong, her last name is Maurice not smith, 

Anyways Becky is always at 100, she was based off the typical 2000s high school mean girl, think regina george, courtney shayne or (even adagio dazzle if we go into 2010s) etc etc.

She's in charge of her “clique” we usually call BHL (Becky, Hanna, Lisa). And she dedicated her every waking moment, terrorizing our protagonist Debbie Smith (I mixed up their names, I'm still crying).

Becky didn't always used to be like this. She was very naive, and always ALWAYS admired the older smith sister, Matilda. Matilda was everything Becky wanted to be, smart, beautiful and extremely popular 😍. 

Quite literally ruled the school, fan clubs and “social media” accounts based around her, hell a mini celebrity (hmm i guess influencer if that even existed back then).

Matilda was the perfect person to be and be around, that is unless you mess with her little sister, Debbie. 

Ruthless is not even the right word to describe how protective she was over Debbie. She went from sweet to bitch real fast, blood would be spilled, teeth pulled out anything you want to call it, physical beat down, social beat down, mental beat down.

You’d be destroyed!!! And that's exactly what happened to Becky after she accidentally pissed off Debbie. 

Matilda beat her ass so badly (talk about meeting your heroes huh?) and proceed to humiliate Becky in front of the entire school (think like the part in Carrie when the pig blood got dumped or something equivalent) to make matters worse Matilda recorded everything and spread it throughout the town, yikes. Becky ended up in the hospital and did not return to school. 

Becky’s not the only person Debbie fucked over by being a compete asshole, Debbie created a whole lotta enemies (including Hanna and Lisa) but never experienced the consequences.

Matilda continued her reign over the school until she came down with an illness and had to leave. Almost like fate right?

Suddenly Debbie was left without her protection and everyone came out the woodworks to get her ass.

(Drawing i liked)

Starting freshman year of highschool Becky Maurice returned, teaming up with Hanna and Lisa. They proceeded to jump Debbie every single day, they were going ham, torture basically. Everything you could imagine times 10, teen girls are vicious. 

Becky finally got a warped version of what she wanted, superficial beauty, someone else to do all her classwork for her and extreme “popularity”.

Whether or not she liked it everyone knew her face and name, might as well try to attach it to being da baddest bitch around and waging a war on Debbie stupid ahh. 

Everyone was happy to have their revenge and most moved on.

Except Becky, Becky can't go anywhere without that video haunting her, she could never move on and she refused to forget what happened to her (rightfully so).

Becky never got the love or respect she wanted, once Debbie became an outcast no one really cared about Becky anymore. People used to cheer her on but now Becky just seems desperate and somewhat pathetic.

Trying to get revenge or a rile out of someone who is just numb and accepts everything

“Beating a dead horse”.

Becky does a lot of dedicating energy to someone she hates instead of focusing on herself. Once she graduates she will never see Debbie again, but without Debbie, Becky literally has nothing. No career, no hobbies, no drive, no motivation, no future.

She’s one dimensional and that's going to hold her back from trying to achieve anything other than half assed revenge. 

I love Becky so much but i neeeeed her to just chill out, you’re better than bum ass Debbie don't let your hate consume you <3 be bitter but be successful too, Debbie got nothing going for her dont go down the same path. 

Sorry for typos 😅 and i hope this is easy to understand lmaoo

#bobs looseleaf #beastly bordello #Becky Maurice #i love my angry white baby #most of this had to be edited down #bcuz i kept talking about random bullshit #i had another drawing but it was ugly #im still thinking bout #what music she would listen to

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi there friend!

*boop*

Can I possibly have something for setsuno? 🥹

Thanks!!

(Tumblr should bring back the boop function if you ask me. I was actually having fun with that haha)

~The Big Day~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

Shaking hands pale as a ghost reach down to adjust the intricate button on the new (and rather expensive) suit. Wobbly breaths and nerves running wild, Toya takes another look at himself in the mirror. He shutters and begins thinking once more about everything that could go wrong within the next few minutes. He suddenly feels a firm hand on his shoulder, no doubt another attempt to calm him down for possibly the millionth time today. "You know, I'm beginning to think you have some sort of disorder with the way you are today." Hojo speak to him, joking lightly and hoping to take some of the edge off. "It's taken you this long to realize he's fucked up?" Mimic says in the corner. The usual small stature has been replaced with his human form. He fumbles with the lighter and starts to light a cigarette. Nemoto flicks it out of his hand and glares at him from behind the lenses of his glasses. "Smoking in here can get all of us thrown out, or did you forget?" He fusses and Mimic rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

Setsuno doesn't laugh. He's busy trying to get a hold on his emotions at the moment. Hojo speaks up again. "What's on your mind. Want to talk about it?" He asks and waits for Toya to speak up. "What if Y/n changes her/his/their mind and runs for the hills? What if Y/N finally wises up and ends up leaving me behind? What if-" Now Chrono speaks up. "Hey I hate to be the one to bring in the logic but if Y/N were gonna leave you then it would've been a long time ago...y'know? When you confessed to being a yakuza member? And anyway, staying with you for 5 years until you finally worked up the nerve to propose doesn't really seem like something a person would do if they planned to leave...Sheesh man, you need to get on some form of medication." Hari added before he began to adjust his tie. "Setsuno…" A soft voice spoke up. Everyone looked over toward the large doors and noticed Pops entering the room with Chisaki at his side. "Young man, if you get any more nervous then we might have to wheel you out of here on a stretcher. Have some faith in Y/N. Trust that better judgement and understand the love between the two of you. I just left the room to give my congratulations and Y/N is as nervous as you, so let that be known."

"Gather yourself so I don't have to spend 40 minutes listening to you choke out your vows, would you?" Chisaki complains with his arms crossed. Toya nods and takes just one more look at himself in the mirror. Music begins to play softly somewhere else in the building signaling it's time for him to wait for you at the alter. He takes a deep breath and gathers himself, holding high hopes for the best possible outcome. He makes his way out of the room with his groomsmen following closely behind. Toya grips at the paper in his pocket as he thinks back on all the memories the two of you shared. From the moment you first met, to the night he vented his past frustrations to you and you listened with arms wide open to accept him, to the moment he'd gotten down on one knee. He's nervous yes, but he could say he was more excited than anything else.

#wanted anxious and soft toya content #i hope this will suffice!!! #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #toya setsuno #setsuno bnha #scenario

[star-teez]

'All the Lonely People' Chapter One- Always Together, Never Apart

"I don't care, Seonghwa! I'm sick and tired of being treated like I'm nothing. You've always had everything you could ever fucking want. You're a straight boy who fits everything his parents could ever want from him. Not me. I've never and will never have that," I cried, my voice breaking as I slid down to the floor.

"I'm not as perfect as I seem," he paused and slightly laughed, "You, of all people, should know that," his tone was harsh yet broken and hurt. He ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing back and forth. The rain picked up, soaking his shirt and covering his skin. He looked perfect. Perfectly irrational and broken.

Within what felt like it could only be a few moments, I heard the sound of a fist against brick over and over. I looked at him only to see his bloody knuckles and rain-soaked hair. The sounds of muffled crying and the tears on his cheeks were barely noticeable as the storm around us picked up. 

"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair," he yelled, his voice already damaged and weak, "It's not fucking fair," his voice trailed as he threw another powerless punch at the wall, "Everyone at least expects you to be queer or some shit. You're not actively being forced to hide who you are so you don't fucking ruin your perfect image," he turned around, leaning against the wall and looking down at me, "You may not be the most popular person here, you may not fit what everyone around here sees as perfect, but you could at least be you if you wanted."

We sat there for a few moments with nothing but the sound of rain and passing vehicles before I finally spoke up, "What do you mean?" I spoke harshly yet still apprehensively.

"As you said, I'm the perfect straight boy," his voice was laced with sarcasm and frustration. He paused as if gathering his thoughts, "But what if I'm not? What if I don't find the girls pretty? What if it's the guys I think about and wanna be with? What if I'm not as perfect as everyone thinks?"

I looked up, only for him to immediately look away from me. He started picking at the edges of his cut-up knuckles, "Stop, please, don't hurt yourself more than you already have. I already don't like seeing you beat the shit out of stuff. I don't need you to beat the shit out of yourself, okay?"

"Why do you care," he sounded colder than usual, almost defensive, "You're not my boyfriend, dumbass. It's not your place to care about what I do to myself," I'd never admit it to him, but those words hurt. I'm not his boyfriend, but I still care for him. He's the closest thing I have to a friend.

"Nevermind, just forget it. Let's go home," I got up off the concrete and dusted off my pants before starting to walk home.

"That's something I never thought I'd hear coming from you," he laughed a little and grabbed my wrist, holding me from walking off, "You’re more the type to beg to stay out all night just to avoid home. I know you don't like it there."

I pulled my arm loose and kept walking, "Fuck off, Seonghwa," I growled, pulling my hood up.

"You're not good at hiding your anger, you know," he said, running to catch up with me, "You're not going home. I know you too well to assume that you were telling the truth. What's bothering you?"

"I don't know, maybe you or the fact you act like I can't give a shit about you without being with you." I turned around to look at him, then down at his hand, "If you won’t listen to me, don't get mad if it gets infected or worse. And don't blame me for not taking care of you. I tried. You didn't want my help."

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me back towards him, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Hongjoong," he paused and just looked at me for a second, "I guess my default reaction was to get defensive."

I sighed and got my wrist free to grab his hand, looking over the gashes in it, "It's alright, I guess just maybe don't get mad at me for trying to help you, idiot," I looked up at him for a second, then back at his hand, "You're lucky it's not that bad, It'll hurt like hell for a while since you were stupid enough to cut up the hand you use for everything, but yeah." I finished inspecting his hand and let go of him. I looked at him and smiled a bit before reaching up and brushing his hair back out of his face. Almost instantly, he pushed me away.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed, glaring at me.

“Do what? I was just fixing your hair. It’s not like I kissed you or some shit,” I rolled my eyes slightly, “Now can we go, It’s fucking flooding.” He stayed silent and started pacing back and forth again.

“You don’t get it and I’m not explaining this to you right now,” he said when he finally spoke. He picked his bag up off the concrete and walked past me to his car. “You can come with me or stand there like an idiot in the pouring rain, your choice. Either way, I’m going home.”

I nodded, grabbing my bag and following him, “are you gonna drop me off at my house or what?”

“No, I’m not gonna let you get killed and you know my parents don’t mind you being over,” he responded as we got to the car.

Again, I nodded and got in, “thank you.”

“Believe it or not, I’d prefer you alive. Hanging out with a corpse isn’t exactly fun.”

“You…have such an odd way of showing you care,” I laugh slightly, resting my head against the window as we drove off. It was a quiet ride at first. We didn’t speak, we didn’t even turn on any music. We only had the sound of rain against the windows and other cars driving past to accompany us.

“Hey Hongjoong,” he spoke, briefly looking over at me before diverting his attention back to the road, “I’m sorry for lashing out earlier.”

“It’s alright, you know it is,” I turned my attention to him and started to speak again but decide against it. The last thing I needed right now was to start another argument. Again, the ride fell silent, staying that way until we got to his house.

When we arrived, we made our way upstairs to his room and sat our things down. Almost immediately I got some things out of the first aid kid and made my way back to him. Carefully, I tended to the cuts on his hand, cleaning and bandaging it.

“Please keep it covered this time, Seonghwa. The pressure will help it hurt less when you move it,” I said after I finished up.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “I still don't get why you insist on doing this. Why do you care so much?”

“Because I care about you and you’re a dumbass who won’t take care of yourself,” I laughed slightly and sat down next to him, “Now, please, keep it covered.”

“Fine, whatever,” he responded, laying back on the bed and either playing a game on his phone or texting someone. I couldn’t tell which. 

I got on my phone as well, putting in my earbuds, and listening to music. I’m not entirely sure how much time passed before anything else happened, though it was dark out now and the room was more shadowed than it was last I had checked.

“Hongjoong,” he spoke, “can we talk for a minute?”

I take out an earbud and look over at him, “yeah, but what about?” I questioned.

“I don’t know really, but I wanna talk. Kinda about what I said earlier but I’m also not really sure I wanna get into that at the same time.”

I nod and pause my music, putting my earbuds away, “well, I can’t make you talk about anything you don't want to. I’m here to listen though.”

“Well, it feels weird to have said the whole ‘what if I like boys’ thing and not say anything else. I don’t know how to explain that I know I like guys without bringing up stuff I don't wanna talk about though.”

“You know you don’t owe me an explanation, you know that. You’re still you no matter what and I find you pretty cool,” I smile slightly and nudge him, being met with a pillow to the face after. I hit him back, accidentally knocking him to the ground. The thud of him hitting the ground, made us both completely burst out laughing.

When we calmed down, I found myself staring at him. He was smiling and taking almost heaving breaths from laughing too hard. His face was red and his hair messy after everything that happened. He looked amazing. It’s always nice seeing his smile after something happens, it shows he’s okay and I want him to be okay.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he spoke and got up off the floor, messing up my hair, “you want somethin’ to eat?”

I smile a little and look away, “Sorry but uh…yeah, please.”

“I assume the same thing as always? I’ll be back,” he smiled at me a little and made his way downstairs. 

After a few minutes, he comes back upstairs, a plate of chicken nuggets in each hand. He hands me a plate and sits down beside me before putting on a movie we started to watch the last time I was over. We ate and finished the movie without really speaking to each other.

Seonghwa rest his head on my shoulder and though I was surprised I didn’t say anything about it. It was nice honestly. He doesn’t show affection very often so when he does, I try to take in the moment and just let it happen. Just as quickly as he had done that, however, he moved sitting farther away from me.

“You okay?” I questioned

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get into my mind right now,” he answered coldly.

“Okay, I won’t ask then, but if you want or need to talk, you know I'm here,” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I know, I’m gonna take a shower.” He got up and walked over to his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before walking out and leaving me alone in his room.

I got back on my phone, watching youtube while I waited for him to come back to the room. When he did he was in the sweatpants but didn’t have the tank top on. His ash hair was soaked and beads of water ran down his chest and stomach before catching on the waist of the pants and soaking in. He was muscular but not bulky, his abs were visible enough to draw my attention without looking unrealistic for someone like him. It was moments like this I would stop and remember part of the reason why I was attracted to him. His body, at least from what I’ve seen, is perfect. That may seem superficial but I can’t help but notice.

#8 makes 1 team #8makesoneteam #ateez #ateezfanfic #ateezfanfiction #ateezff #atiny #atz #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #seongjoong #seongjoongfanfic #seongjoongfanfiction #seonghwaxhongjoong #hongjoong x seonghwa #kpop #wattpad #books #amwriting

[radioactiveshitstorm]

remembering that post going around that started off by asking if lighthouses have wifi & evolved into someone telling a story about what their life was like tending a lighthouse, and being reminded that yes i even have a Vasya au for that!!

where, instead of fleeing to moscow at age 18 to live with his uncles, he runs to the coast instead! and somehow gains a job as a lighthouse keeper! goes through the training, by some miracle, and ends up on a small island in the black sea, the sole occupant of a dinky little old-fashioned lighthouse (well, sole occupant apart from rosie, she's there too)

and SOMEHOW. despite being HUGELY MENTALLY ILL and on NONE MEDICATIONS for it all. he THRIVES.

no people to stress him out, apart from whoever brings him supplies. a solid routine that removes decision anxiety. weird noises? oh it's just the sea or the wind or a hallucination, either way he just kinda exists with it. accumulates a collection of Funky Shit that washes up on the rocks, bones and shells, and twisted bits of metal that he imagines came from lost shipwrecks. he declines all offers of shore leave, forgets that the outside world exists, and lives his happy little life of tea and fried spam sandwiches and keeping the light spotless & functional in pleasant isolation

until an accident leaves his lower left leg mangled to the point of needing to be amputated. and he has no choice but to call for help. and he can't climb the lighthouse stairs any more, so he has to give it all up, even though it breaks his heart. and finally, finally, he contacts his uncles in moscow, explains everything that'd happened over the past nearly 3 years (oh yeah, that long, he kinda forgot time existed), and asks if maybe there's a place for him there.

so instead taking in an 18-year old who's deeply scared of life in general but nervously trying his best, they get a 21-year old who's so frustrated and angry at the world, barely holds a conversation on a good day, and staunchly refuses any kind of help or treatment because he managed before, he should be able to manage NOW

but things are different. vasya's used to the constant sound of the sea beating at the rocks, and moscow is somehow either too quiet and the wrong kind of noise, making it impossible to get any real quality sleep. he's gone from entirely self-reliant, to needing help just to get to the bathroom to take a piss, and he fucking hates it. for months he snaps at everyone and everything, in a constant state of exhausted frustration, slowly slipping further and further down with seemingly no end in sight.

until he goes along on a grocery trip one day. limps over to a bench on crutches, because he'd rather die than set foot inside the overload-factory masquerading as a supermarket, and plonks himself down to people-watch until whichever uncle he's with comes back. but then someone else sits next to him, and his first response is to glare out of the corner of his eye because holy shit, fuck off, is the resting bitch-face not enough of a warning

and he gets glared at right back. which is.. not what usually happens. but the guy sitting there does it anyway, then looks down at vasya's missing foot, then back up, and says "fucking sucks, doesn't it?". and that's when vasya realises that this new person is missing his entire left arm. what follows is a shockingly long conversation between them, even though it's 99% the stranger talking and 1% vasya making noncommital grunts, and ends in vasya having this guy's phone number.

"just in case. it's fucking rough learning how to exist again. i'm still shit at it, but maybe we can be shit at it together."

which winds up being a turning point. hours-long text chains about being so good at a job that it becomes your life, and then a freak accident rips it all away, and it seems like nobody fucking gets it even though more people get it than you realise. vasya gains a new friend, and at last he starts improving. apologising for previous actions. asking for help and accepting it. that one chance meeting changing his life for the better.

sure, he still misses the sea (the ambient coastline noises he listens to at night only partially help, although his sleep improves dramatically), so much so it fucking hurts sometimes. but maybe, just maybe, he can build a new life from the ashes of the old.

and that's pretty damn cool

#Vasya #it was only meant to be a rough summary but here we are #BEANMAN LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER AU IN ALL ITS GLORY #HE'S WEIRDER AND ANGRIER THAN USUAL BUT THAT'S OKAY

[silvysartfulness]

12, 17, 19, 22 for the choose violence ask game👀

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Oh man, like. All of them? I tend to only fall for unpopular characters, so that's a long list. But keeping it just to a few choice people in the Untamed;

Xue Yang. Obviously. He's brilliant, he's dedicated, he's fucked up in some really interesting ways and he got so close to having a redemption arc and happy ending before everything came crashing down! If he'd been the protagonist/viewpoint character, you know he'd be getting the fandom's WWX cinnamon roll treatment. But alas.

Jiang Cheng. That so many people dislike him honestly baffles me? I see so many takes that are frankly based in extremely shallow readings, disregarding his trauma, his world context, the impossible balance between his crushing responsibilities and the people important to him. He's not your homophobic dad or schoolyard bully, he's a deeply traumatized person doing the best with what he's got despite losing everything dear to him over and over, and he's trying so hard. He's loud and has a hot temper, but for fuck's sake, there's so much love there and you'd almost have to be willfully blind not to see it!

Jin Guangyao. Another of those "if he'd been the main character/viewpoint character, people would have loved him" ones. He's intelligent, determined, hardworking and loyal - though frequently pushed way beyond his breaking point in that loyalty. Pragmatic to the point of ruthlessness, but it's because the world's one big trolley problem to him - he sacrifices the few to help the many (even if yes, that does include himself in 'the many'), but he doesn't take pleasure in the hurt he causes (except in that one pretty understandable case of his dad). He deserves so much compassion, or at the very least understanding!

Should I put Song Lan on here? A lot of people seem to hate on him for very shallow, ship-related reasons, but within the plot, he tried his very hardest to set things right. It's not his fault they were all already doomed by the narrative and he walked into Yi City that day as the unwitting catalyst.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

For fics, Yi City fix-its that don't count killing Xue Yang as "fixing it". Stories digging into the hot mess of the complex, fascinating canon-verse, or at least reincarnation.

More fics with characterization I vibe with - a complicated, rough-edged but ultimately lovable Xue Yang, a compassionate but stubborn and somewhat brittle Xiao Xingchen and a Song Lan who feels so much and is so bad at showing it. More SXX fics overall!

For art, more art with the CQL character designs! The designs for the other adaptations are kind of cute, but they're just not my guys, and I feel pretty lukewarm toward them on the whole.

(And fellow artists - please, please, please don't forget Xue Yang's missing finger! 😭 I see so much fanart with either 10 intact fingers, or a glove with a fully articulated left pinky. His lost finger is the driving force of his entire character arc, don't just forget about it...😢)

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Hmm... 🤔 On the whole, I don't feel a lot of shame for my tastes in fiction. I'm surprised I actually ended up really liking the main couple as much as I did - in a love story, no less? That literally never happens, I always go for the sideline gremlins.Other than that, though...

Trying very hard to hold up the blorbos and my usual go-to tropes, groping around for any sense of horror or shame, but I can't think of anything really. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess I'm that one (1) person who actually likes the Yin Iron plot? I genuinely think CQL made a lot of good choices to tie the sprawling narrative together more cohesively, and I liked the introduction of the Yin Iron and how it led into the creation of the Yin Tiger Seal rather than tossing the latter in as an "Oh yeah, this was a thing that totally existed all along, forgot to mention". (I know MDZS was written and posted in installment, and that can make it hard to work with foreshadowing etc, but even so. I do think CQL did a good job tightening up the story in many ways.)

And don't get me wrong, I absolutely don't mind the idea of Xue Yang as an absolute nobody clawing his way up from nothing! It's a delicious version, too! But there's just something about the idea of a family he could have belonged to, a sense of community he could have had, ripped away centuries before he was even born.

If I want to be a petty, I guess I could put "Xue Yang is canonically brilliant" under this question, too, because I wish that was explored in more fics and meta. The boy is a prodigy. He's a genius. He's also a street-brawler, petty thief and murderous little piece of shit, but that doesn't take away the first point. Let Xue Yang be the highly, dangerously intelligent Problem that he actually is!

#violence ask game #asksilvy #untamed artfulness

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

The Sleepover | W.B

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Paring: Gay!Bestfriend!Will Byers x Bestfriend!GN!Reader Platonic besties with a capital P

Warnings: A little angst at the beginning(?)⋆ Painting nails⋆ food⋆ light cussing⋆ Tooth rotting bestie fluff⋆ Mike Wheeler⋆

summary: after Will came out to Mike he also confessed his feelings toward him. Mike felt the same but was scared everyone else would think badly of him. telling Will he accepted him but didn't feel the same led Will to a phone call full of tears and sobs as his Bestfriend Y/N tried to comfort him as much as she could since he was all the way in California. they had planned a sleepover since Will was coming back and Y/N tries to help Will forget about Mike.

It was Friday night and you were running around your house trying to get everything ready for the night ahead, grabbing the popcorn out of the cabinet and putting it in the microwave and getting the drinks out and a bunch of candy, setting stacks of movies out on the coffee table and running to the closet in your long hallway that held extra blankets and pillows, grabbing every single blanket and pillow in there you ran back to the living room, setting them on the couch you heard the doorbell ring and jumped in excitement and rushing to the door almost tripping on the way there, you took a deep breath before opening the door, hoping to see your best bestie ever. it was no one other than shit face mike. the last person you wanted to see right now.

"What do you want, Michael?" It came out a little harsher than I wanted it to, he looked awful he had tear-stained cheeks and his hair was all over the place and he looked like he hadn't slept in months, I really don't know what Will saw in him but whatever makes my bestie happy right. he sniffled a little before finally looking at me. "Is Will here?" he asked looking behind me. Fucking wow he really has the nerve, huh? "No, he's not, you just need to give him space Mike... Give him a break he's been through way too much." I spoke softly this time, he nodded before turning around to walk away back to his bike. Part of me really wanted to give him a hug and be there for him but another part of me really wanted to beat his ass for being, well, an ass. "Mike!" I yelled before he could ride away. "Yeah" he turned around. what was I even doing, what was I even going to say to him? "Be careful, and um, I love you dude no matter how much of an ass you can be sometimes." he laughed shaking his head, black messy hair shaking everywhere. this was the first time I saw him smile or even laugh since everything happened with Will. "Goodnight Y/N, I love you too." I smiled and nodded at him watching him bike off into the night. closing my door and sighing I made my way to my room, I grabbed some board games and some Magazines, and before I walked out of my room I caught a glance at my collection of Nail polishes. every time Will came over he would stare at them and pick them up to analyze them, but never let me paint his nails, I guess he was still nervous about being fresh out of the closet and didn't wanna make me uncomfortable, but to be honest, I loved him either way, and I would love to paint his nails and teach him how, if he would let me. I grabbed the whole container of the polishes and made my way to the living room, setting them down on the floor carefully trying not to drop the items.

I finished setting the bowl of fresh popcorn on the coffee table and stepped back to look at my work. Nodding my head in approvement I heard my front door open soon reviling my Bestfriend Will running up to me and giving me a bone-crushing hug. we stayed like that for a while. just hugging each other and glad to finally have some us time. slowly pulling away I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Sorry, I'm just so excited to finally have some friend time," he said grabbing my hand and walking over to the stack of movies. he seemed much happier right now and that makes me happy.

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked looking through all the cases, "It's your turn to pick," I said, he looked at me surprised and I raised my brow at him. "What-" "That was like eight years ago... how do you remember that!" he asked with a shocked expression. I shrugged my shoulders. The truth is I never forgot the last time Will and I saw each other eight years ago, the day before he went to Mike's house for the campaign we had a movie marathon and that's when he told me about his crush on Mike. Of course, I supported him, he's my best friend for fuck sake. then I got a call from Joyce saying that WIll was missing and asked if he was at my house since he was here all the time. I told her he wasn't and that's how everything began. then he had to leave to move to California and it broke my heart to watch him leave, I wish he could have stayed but he had to go. but now I got him back. "I never forgot about our awesome movie nights, and also I haven't watched movies in so long since then, and when I got my movie player out tonight Leprechaun was in there and I'm way too scared to watch that alone and I know that's your favorite horror movie," I Rambelled widening my eyes in exaggeration. a wicked grin took over his face and I already knew what he was thinking. "No-" I tried to say before he so graciously cut me off by jumping and running over to the movie player and pressing play. "We are watching Leprechaun!" I let out a defeated sigh and took my place on the couch. he came and sat beside me and we huddled together and watched the movie, at the scary parts I would jump and he would tease me.

After the movie ended we played some board games, read some magazines and gossiped, and took some polaroid pictures. my favorite one was of Will on top of my counters doing the rock symbols with metallic sunglasses on. I really did miss him and I can't wait for more nights like this with my best friend.

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[tcoti-official]

Okay dream. Tell me, exactly WHERE is the logic in torture and mutilation?

You seem to forget he wasn’t just imprisoned (without a trial, no less), he was kept on drugs that made him forget everything about who he was and why he was there, kept in a vat of acid that kept him unconscious via excruciating pain (and slowly dissolved his bones), abused by literally everyone around him (except a single kind person) and was then sent to be EXECUTED (again, with no way to defend himself and with no trial). The sheer intensity of the agony he suffered turned him into a monster beyond recognition, with negative energy so strong you BLACKED OUT when in close proximity. That was all caused by the anguish of betrayal and trauma. (And let’s not forget the time when two employees broke in just to carve stuff on his bones…how ethical! And such good security!)

HOW the FUCK was ANY OF THAT logical or necessary?!

Dream: If you caught me in a better mood I might have just given you a very polite statement but I did a lot of public speaking and debate so I'm going to tear apart your points one by one. To start, I do not condone torture, nor have I ever. Even with Error. There were things that had to be done, such as the amnesia drugs and the water tank. Also I'm sorry but we're not giving a trial to someone the entire multiverse knows is guilty. It's like trying to give a wild tiger a trial that has blood all over its muzzle and 15 corpses surrounding it. At least a tiger might have been hungry. We wouldn't even be able to hold him in a courtroom and there is not a lawyer in this multiverse that would defend him. He was not a criminal, he was a threat to the lives of everyone alive that had to be purged immediately. The drugs were a necessity as well. There were multiple times we had to remove him for testing. Had he been clear of mind he would have done nothing but howl and bite holes into the legs of people. The medicine did not hurt him. He simply had no memory. He was complacent from what I've heard. Also we never put him in a vat of acid. It was water. The way he glitches works similar to a computer, and it becomes disrupted when contact with water is made. Because his body is used to staying in an impermanent state, it cannot process the abrupt halt of the glitching and begins to send his mind and body into shock. There was no other way to keep him asleep. He is too powerful for any sedatives or medications to keep him under for any longer than half an hour. Would you have rather him be awake? Would you have rather him have to spend all those 2 months lucid? He would have killed everyone in that building and then most likely himself. At least he was unconscious. And to put him down... again, would you rather have him live like that for the rest of his life? With how much they all hated him I was surprised they even decided on it. It wasn't in the original plan Alchemy had said. It was argued that he shouldn't live in agony, and if he really never will see the sun again, then we might as well spare him the pain. Everything else I do not condone. I don't know who broke in and... carved things on Error's arms but they should be punished and caught immediately. I do not condone unecessary harm to others. Also, Error was able to possess me based on the extreme amount of negativity in his system, which overpowered my own senses. It says nothing about his emotional state. Anyways, leave me alone now. Please.

#tcotiaskgame #dream

[ofdollz]

“ are you pregnant? “ @aconitesbane

it had nearly been a week since she found out during a visit to madam pomfrey after she'd been feeling unusually sick lately....that was when she was toldshe was pregnant. she hadn't told anyone, not even her own family and especially not mattheo or harry. cheating on her boyfriend was one thing, being pregnant with the guy you actually love child was a whole different story...that child being related to the dark lord was a fucking nightmare and bee felt lost.

she always wanted to be a mother, at least one day when she's got her life together working as a magizoologist, married to mattheo and long forgotten her life at this school and everything she'd gone through. she wonders what cedric would say, how he would feel? if he was here what would he do to help her out of this mess? would he hate her the way she's pretty sure everyone will once they find out? and what happens if the wrong people find out? it's like her whole world is crashing down around her and all she can do is hide.

that is until mattheo is stopping her one day. she'd been avoiding him, but in fairness she had been avoiding everyone while trying to figure her shit out and how to even talk about this though it seems the boy has beaten her to it because before she has them to say anything he asks her that question....the one that makes her freeze because it's like he could sense it without her having to say anything, then again she forgets he's probably the only person in the world who pays attention to her. there's a long pause even though she's opening her mouth to speak, the guilt drowning her as she holds back the tears. "I....h-how did you..." she's tripping over her own tongue. they were broken up or at least supposed to be, but what are you supposed to do when two people who are meant for each other just can't seem to fully break apart? she knows his fears of them being together, she kneks of the threats made and now she's made it so much worse ( even if it's not just her fault ) "yes...I'm pregnant."

#ʚ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 ɞ ⁄ b. diggory #ʚ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ɞ ⁄ m. riddle

[ceciliascorner]

I'm at this line again, is it all in my head? Are you really mad at me? Do you hate me? So I guess I was supposed to wait 25 more days before you think it's "acceptable". Yes, granted, we talked mad shit the first day, and I still stand on some of it. But why can't anyone understand the the initial angry reaction is usually not the full reaction, we're gonna go through different stages and different views. But you just stand on anger. I didn't even have a fucking attitude with you. Tbh idc if I lose you specifically. But if you take away my best friend I don't know what I'll do. I put 8 years of time and love and devotion keeping that motherfucker alive. And happy. But now that I suddenly start talking this person, and they lied about one minor thing, you judge me? Yes they ghosted me and yes they made a tiny little fib, but I took the time to understand. Now we're fine again. The way you view everything makes everyone seem like a creep if they're anything different. That is not the case. I just want a friend. Why is that bad? So I said some shit and said I blocked them. Am I not allowed to unblock them and apologize? And start over? Like actually why the fuck are you mad at me? We already had this conversation. At the end of the day, it seems everyone is fine without me. I always say the wrong thing, everything I do or don't is wrong. I can't do anything right. Watching everyone go on as if they never met me .. stupid of me to think I could hold onto something all my life. Maybe I'm just overthinking because I know I was never that important to begin with. I know the whole empowerment speech. What does it really do,or mean? I don't believe in those words right now. I think, you may have triggered me. Just those simple words shut me down. "So you have an attitude" ..It's really hard for me to be nice 24/7. Did you forget my list of diagnosis? I'm still a human being.. I could never express anything as a child, or the start of my adult life. I try to always agree and be patient and understanding. Why am I not allowed to have an attitude, even if I didn't have one to begin with. If I did why couldn't I? Why am I the only one not allowed to express something. I feel like a fucking child. I'll compile a list of all the things that have gone ignored, and I'll say them again as if it mattered, because it's the only thing I know how to do without doing anything else.

There's the door if you wish to peak, there's the door if you wish to leave. Ah I see now, it's all been a lie.

You don't know me, don't pretend you want to, or that you do. Don't smile at me. The fuck are you smiling for? I know I bring joy to nothing. Why else would I feel like this? I've always been the "pitied child"

You look for me and then leave, just as I have to the Father, so here's to the story that never began. It was always in my head. I lost myself in you, but you were never real.

I don't care enough to be the hero anymore, or the villain. A hero implies there's something worth saving, someone worth thanking. A villain implies there's something worth defending, destroying. How could I destroy something that isn't real? I don't exist

We are one in the same, but I'm always the one to pay. I guess it's an excuse to exist, so do what you will with me. I give my life to something that never was. I give unto thee my defeat, show me any reason to excuse myself. Pardon the breath I take, it disturbs you doesn't it? I love myself so much, I'd free myself from this prison when the time is right. Isn't that what you taught me? Til death do us part..

More than anything in this world, you couldn't understand. I have never asked, to be loved, seen, heard, saved. If you want to try, that is your mistake to make. You get to live with your choices just as I do to mine. I don't ask to be discarded or "be" anyone. You could never understand my deepest secret, and you'll never know it, so I was right in this, how could you ever accept me without knowing my soul? The things that drive me are the same things that destroy me. You couldn't understand no matter how much I explained. This will always make me the villain, so it's lower than a whisper. "What will you do with this life? " You could never understand the pain I carry or the path I carved for myself. My existence is nothing but a collection. This life is not mine, you were right. How dare I ask for it to be so? I apologize for being selfish Father. Who am I to question the words or something that isn't real. I guess I'm just as delusional as you are, right Father? How stupid of me to think I could have a piece of something for myself? I love this life I selfishly stolen. I am but a person who lives as a shadow of a goddess, the strength of Poseidon, with a mark of the lost and the heart of one's Lucifer, as the seas of intrusion call out "please don't forget her"

You only love me when it fits the puzzle, and I hate that we're the same piece. I can't forgive a life of wasted shit like this, so I'll sink and reminisce til I can't breathe. When I can't breathe and I'm convinced I'll have a heart attack, my skin burns with static and for a split second I see who I try not to be. "You'll end up just like them." Don't you fucking say that to me.. I could never do that to these people. I don't know where to take this page, but I know I can't put a story where it doesn't belong.

I love you, which God has failed. My sacrifice was in vain as I could never atone. May He forgive and protect your disease, for you are with One and I'm just a piece.

Let's all sleep in the rain tonight.. embrace Mother's true embrace..always welcoming you to drown. Inside this open room, I see everything. It's so cold, but I wouldn't have it any other way. There's been so many sleepless nights lately. Everyone telling me I'm just paranoid. It's always like this. It's just a sense I've always had, guiding me through life. I knew it'd be back, thank you Mother for reminding me I'm not worthy, and just like nature it is your natural gift to destroy everything. Thank you Mother, the harshness of the water stings me, I'm burning with anxiety. Toxicity is such a beautiful eulogy.. narcissist excuses of false divinity. You'd stop at nothing to remind us of our worth. Thank you Mother Theresa, I believe you, I welcome your love with open arms, suffocate me with this lie. I find shelter in this storm tonight, this tree protecting me from night's prying eyes. If I lost all hope, would you hope for me? If I stopped fighting, would you fight for me? You can't fight back if everything is frozen. Thank you as I walk across this pavement with my bare feet, embracing callous flesh of our world. I'll sleep in the storm tonight, the stories of the droplets keeping me company.

I'll sell my soul for all that it was never worth if it makes you smile, as long as I can make you smile. I've been hypnotized by emptiness of a hollow thought. There's an opportunity standing at the doorway, breathless and beautiful as the dead of night, showing a shred of peace asking permission to exist. I can't answer something I'm not allowed. It is not my choice. This addiction is the only thing proving its loyalty. Who am I to believe? I'm just a hold for judgement. Time and time again I hold back, breathing, counting, pacing, fucking waiting patiently. I feel like I could destroy this room, but I just have to breathe. RIGHT. What is this need to be there for someone? This desire we crave to give and receive. I don't understand. When the world changes inside me I can't show it, it's all in my head as they say so it must be so. This is my world, as it be I am here. These are my words, the only thing I can give you.

I touch my skin, and it feels as if I'm touching someone else. "It" feels protective of something, remembering something that never happened, but feeling the pain of a paintless memory. My body isn't responsive to my thoughts. I'm looking through someone else's eyes, these visions are not mine. These tears are not mine and I am not my own. This makes sense to you? You're delusional. It's opposites to collide one in the same. It's duality of a righteous cause and a callous indifference. It's the split of a soft hostility and a search for guidance. It's bpd. Congratulations kid, we might make it another year. Funny isn't it? I remember having our first thought, we were 7. I remember making our first move, writing our first letter. We were 13. I remember our second letter, we were 15. I remember the journals we wrote to leave throughout the years in case we ever went "missing" But they never reached anyone's hands did they? We were met with screaming and being thrown and restrained, we burned the book immediately, and I never wrote it again. I completely quit writing, but we found a different form of writing now didn't we? Can we try again as we repeat the cycle of hushed violence we've grown to love? You tell me I'm too extreme, but you knew the grounds you stepped on.

Blind of success, deaf of praise for a misplaced kingdom for the wrong throne. I just want to float in the water, but you won't let me float away. I should of never jumped in, but you didn't try to stop me either. I wish to live in the ocean, where the earth understands me, the earth believes me. My favorite poison is my reward, but I don't deserve to be rewarded. Not even the voice on my head wants me, how could they separate themselves from me..

It's just silence, but it keeps getting faster.. the truth made by hundreds of lies.. all there is and all that's been, is but a thought. We, do not exist, past this Earth. Flashbacks of fears and lies, "relax my dear, it's just a thought" Life is built on "just a thought".. thoughts are what create us.. how do you see? Don't you have to think about it? I can't see anything, countless voices screaming at me. Reality is neither true nor false, do not tell me you understand. As I stare back into my own eyes, I'm afraid. "Is this my shadow or am I it's servant" ..

And then you look the writer in the eyes, she shows her work is meaningless and amounted to nothing, just another lost story of painful poetry. Tears fall down her face, enthusiasm and adrenaline derived from a rough draft of unspoken pact to a lost cause. As they scream demanding answers, "what happened to you" is it really all just inside my mind? Is any of this real? Is my reality real? Or maybe one that's been living in the back of your mind, a sequel to past lives and other personalities, other.. lost souls. Tell me what is life and what it is to wonder, as the writer drew a condescending smirk and closed the book, a final page, but where was the ending? Such as a story to go back and reread between the lines. Such is a writer to captivate a mind in hopes of a shred of understanding, drowning oneself in a mess of short stories, jokes, theatrical disillusion. This burden is stained by the eye of choices I've made, a monologue living in my head, but one-sided conversations can't be real, so you're suggesting I don't exist. Oh Father help me, it seems we won't make it out alive, but you always knew that. You can't create my life and call it your own. Modern indifference, young and arrogant innocence. Let me introduce myself to the void of things better left unsaid as I speak in poetry and riddles. Hey kids, it's your favorite clown, let me be your favorite horror show.

Wishing on a star I can't see, cause I can't believe, but I'll keep wishing, wishing you're back to me. I said to tell my parents I'm sorry, but it wouldn't matter. Because when I thanked them they still lied to my face and I understand now.

#personal #to think this was all because you said i have an attitude.