#it's like the past two plus years of my life got ripped out of my brain and put in song form

[emberfaye]

driving in the car with ghost on repeat yet again and just

some of the way he rounds off the words vocally at the end of the sentence reminds me of like cutting yourself off when arguing. parts of the song are him crying himself to sleep/ talking to himself and the other parts are him talking / fighting with his partner while trying to convince them and himself

#ghost #jeff satur #ghost mv #ghost jeff satur #music #this song has me in a chokehold #it's like the past two plus years of my life got ripped out of my brain and put in song form

[retroellie]

Polluted

Summary: After a long day of work, Spencer comes home and fucks his stresses away.

A/N: This was written in literally 45 minutes but I had this idea and I couldn't make it into a full fic, my mind could only think of the smut part lmao. Enjoy!!! :)

Warnings: NSFW, slapping, degradation, squirting, unprotected sex, mean!spencer

Word count: 1.9K

Prison changed Spencer Reid, plain and simple. This is not the man you came to love. He was cruel, possessive, completely and utterly damaged. You hoped that prison wouldn't taint Spencer too much, you hoped that he would continue to be sweet little Dr. Spencer Reid. But you knew what prison could do to a person, for you locked people up daily. You knew that the system would take Spencer's old soul and soft heart into its muddy hands, squeezing them until they became one. Although sometimes in the right lighting, in the right moment, you can see a hint of Spencer in his light brown eyes.

You can't say that you hated the change in Spencer, obviously there was much work to be done before Spencer could truly be himself again. However, you could live with this change. He was hungry, feeling as though your body was the only thing that could fill that hunger. It was extremely attractive to you, his sudden hunger for you. Spencer was always using you, using your body or your mouth or your hands... just you. There was always an excuse for him to be inside of you in his mind. A man thought of looking at you? He bent you over the kitchen table. You wore a shirt that showed a bit of your chest? He dragged you into the bathroom and forced you onto your knees. You smiled at him? He would shove his face between your thighs until you couldn't even see straight.

Even on the way back home after he had gotten out of prison, he bent you over the backseat on the side of the road and fucked you roughly. It felt like you were stepping on eggshells every time around him because you never know what can set him off... it was oddly scandalous, almost arousing as the thought of how he'd fuck you next was always on your mind. A big plus was that spencer dug himself into your brain, pulling out your deepest and darkest kinks, and using them to give you earth-shattering, mind-blowing, life-changing orgasms. Now you don't think you two could ever go back to just plain sex. He had ruined you, ruined your body so much that only the thought of being hurt could get you off now.

"Fucking bitch..." Spencer spat out, his hand spreading your legs further open as his cock drilled into your soaked cunt. "That bitch looked at me like I was fucking stupid..."

His words came out breathy and jagged as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. Spencer came home today upset, his tie being ripped off and thrown down as soon as he got into the door. You knew something was up by this action, but also the look on his face. He seemed to have a frown sewn onto his face, something that he wore most days. You asked what was wrong but you were met with him ripping off your clothes, hinting that he didn't want to talk but to fuck his frustrations into you. Now here you were, panties ripped off, legs wide open, Spencer deep inside you with his hand placed on your neck.

You couldn't tell how many times you came just in this position alone, you couldn't keep count. His hand gripped your through, affecting the way your brain functioned. You felt with every thrust of Spencer's hips you would lose brain cells... creating the dumb cock whore that Spencer ached to achieve. Spencer's hand applied more pressure to your throat as he thought of what happened at work, how while section chief Erin Strauss critiqued his work, people were being murdered.

"As if my 187 IQ wasn't enough for her." He started, his hand on your thigh being slammed down past your face and into the wooden table he was drilling you into. " I mean, I've been at this place for over 10 years... I know what I'm fucking doing"

You came again, not able to keep yourself from unraveling now. His hand on your throat was constricting your moans, completely silencing them as the only thing that could come out of your mouth was soft gurgles. You loved this feeling, knowing that at any moment if you didn't like it you could alert Spencer and he'd stop immediately. I guess you could say that Spencer's care for you never disappeared after prison, he would go on to say that it strengthened his love for you. He had this picture of you that you had sent him in one of your many letters, he kept it with him everywhere he went for it was the only thing that kept him sane.

One time a fellow inmate saw it, snatched it from him, and digested every single inch of you. He went on to explain the disgusting things he would do to you if he got the chance, that is exactly why Spencer came home to fuck you nice and good every night. Because if he wasn't the one to do it, he knew that other people would take you for granted, they would spend only minutes with you... ignoring what you needed and taking what they wanted. You would feel incomplete, unsatisfied, and completely in denial that love existed. You would assume love was only made for books and movies, that no one could show you the love you deserved. This is the love you deserve. You deserve a love that could have you coming undone over and over again, a harsh and mean kind of love but that always ended with soft kisses and a nice hot bath. A love that was sour at first but ended sweet, making sure that the words "i love you" were carved onto your skin.

"You wouldn't do that would you?" He whispered into your ear, his grip on your throat as he waited for your response. " You don't think I'm stupid ...hmm?"

His cock was too deep inside you, it was deep enough to have you going cross-eyed and unable to speak. Your moans became audible now, no longer being stuck in your throat due to his pressure being released. His pace was still inhumanly fast, not stopping even for a second. The table had started to shit forward, being scrapped across the floor and probably worrying the downstairs neighbors. You were on the verge of cumming again, your mind not even able to comprehend his question until you felt a harsh sting on your cheek. Spencer had slapped you across the face, growing impatient while waiting for your answer.

"Answer me...." He hissed out, leaning down and taking his lips to yours. He bit down on your lip, creating a pain that shot through your body. "Or I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again until you can't think of anything else besides my cock deep inside your tight little pussy..."

You could taste blood now, your lip bleeding and seeping into your mouth. His words created this deep, rough knot in your stomach. It wasn't like the rest of the orgasms you had tonight, no it was more intense. It hurt, painful with every thrust of his cock. It created a deep pain and pleasure dynamic in your body but felt like something was trying to claw itself out of your body.

"Fuck..." You screamed out, grabbing onto him and digging your fingernails into his back. "No I wouldn't! Fuck... I wouldn't! I won't!"

You finally replied, hoping with those words he would deepen his thrust if that was even possible. Spencer just grinned down at you, placing his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck. He set soft kisses to the skin, his warm lips against your burning skin. Spencer was close, your words pushing him further to the edge. The feeling inside your stomach didn't stop or dull, it only got worse. You were screaming now, Spencer's hand lingering on your neck but sitting gently on your skin. Spencer picked up his speed, the table scraping against the floor even harder.

You couldn't handle it, everything around you becoming so far away yet being so close. The feeling got to a point of feeling terrifyingly painful but also so potent of pleasure and so bewitching that you didn't want it to end now. A couple more of Spencer's deep and harsh thrusts sent you over the edge, the painful knot in your stomach snapping and shooting liquid out of your body. It was the first time you had ever squirted, the feeling so glorious that you wished it would happen every time. Your vision went out, only seeing light and hearing Spencer's soft moans as he finished inside of you. The world felt like it ended, nothing to be seen or to be experienced... just emptiness but complete fullness all at the same time.

"Good girl..." You heard Spencer's words echo through your now-empty mind. You couldn't tell if your eyes were closed or not. "You did so good for me honey... I'm so proud of you."

Those single words were all you needed to hear as you floated back to earth and into your body, you blinked a couple times... forgetting where and who you were for a split second. You came back to see Spencer brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, his face inches from yours as his face filled with concern that maybe he had broken you finally.

"There she is..." He chuckled softly, kissing your lips softly. " There's my girl..."

You gave him a weak smile, raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You rubbed it softly, feeling the growing stubble on his face. He was just as sweaty as you, his body hot to the touch. You two probably looked insane, one of you barely able to walk looking beat the hell up and the other one scratched up and drenched with liquids. Spencer gently slid himself out of you, watching you wince softly as it felt like he was connected to you at this point.

"Sorry..." He whispered, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your thigh gently "I was too rough huh?"

Rough was not even close to what Spencer was. He was brutal, sadistic, barbaric but you couldn't deny that you would choose it over compassion any day. You began to think that maybe prison was the best thing that could've happened to Spencer Reid, not only was he a genius but he now had a powerful glow to him. Shy kisses and longing gazes were a thing of the past for you two, Spencer knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

"You were just rough enough..." I chuckled, feeling nothing but content and at peace in this moment.

Spencer laughed with you, pecking your lips one last time before pulling away from you. He looked around, his eyes landing on the couch. He smiled, walking over and leaving you but only for a second. He came back with a blanket, wrapping it around you then picking you up bridal style. You thanked him silently because you knew there was no way you were getting off the table without some kind of help.

"To the bath you go..." He joked, holding you close to him as he walked you to your shared bathroom. 

You looked into his eyes and at the right lighting, the right moment, you looked into his light brown eyes... realizing that this is Spencer Reid. This is Spencer Reid damaged, polluted, and bruised... but it was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #matthew gray gubler

[vampiretendencies]

wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once

authors note; hi! this is my first but also not really my first jj piece. i had an old account here but i deleted it over a year ago, however my love for obx has not changed which explains why i am back lols. i am just testing the waters again here, and letting my thoughts go. i also proofread but sometimes not well enough so you may come across an error or two. gif and divider creds to owner. & feel free to send asks, guidelines for those are coming soon.

warnings; fluff, very clingy!jj, & language

summary; if jj could sow his skin to yours, he would.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

an imprint.

you were sure that was all that was going to be left of you on that twin mattress. not that you were deemed in your last moments of life or anything, but because your boyfriend’s grasp on you in his sleep is not suitable for the weak. it should be described as something resembling a death grip. body tinging with restlessness & the mere moments of having laid here wide away for the past two hours. jj’s body heat radiating onto you at a battle with the sun, that is currently piercing through jj’s bedroom window at the chateau. who knew delirium would gather as quickly as it did, every time you peered toward the bathroom you swore it got three feet farther. hair plastered to the sides of your face, you huffed out of frustration.

jj was damn near on top of you. legs wrapped miraculously around yours, twisting and tangling themselves together. his black boxers riding low, as his waste lovingly crushed yours. the sleep weight of him, was like jj plus two. not to be dramatic but you were gasping for air at one point. his top half, guided by his bottom half. skin sticking to skin, whilst you glistened with sweat, jj somehow still had features like that of angel. well, pardoning the snoring. the abs of his stomach glided against your ribs, hanging onto you as if you’d be gone with one goodbye. the tips of his disheveled blonde locks tickled your temple. mouth slack open, roaring desperately into your ear.

what anyone would be thinking right now is, why not just fucking get up ?

two issues with that. the stickiness of your skin unattaching itself from his was sure to wake him up. anytime you made something even resembling a movement he found a way to force you close into him. and he would never let your hear the end of it, he’d make certain to whine and complain all day about “how you wouldn’t love him back” or some shit like that. he’s definitely more dramatic than you, however this was not cuddling. this was a bear hugging a tree and you were his tree to mangle and rip apart whenever he saw fit.

the other issue being, jj’s room has miscellaneous trash littering the entirety of it. in an instant, if your leg were to loom over the side of jj’s bed the crackling of a beer can or a water bottle was going to crush beneath your foot.

“fuck me,” you silently cursed yourself.

nearly approaching three pm, is what jj’s alarm clock read. you still to this day wonder why such an unproductive, procrastinating type person has the need for one, but that’s just jj.

you’d decided you couldn’t bear taking it anymore, combination of hot breath shelling your ear mixed with the stench of muggy air. you craved a shower, brushing your teeth, to piss for Christ’s sake, and your personalized skin care routine if you could muster up enough time to do so …

wriggling a tad, you pulled back the limp limb that is his arm which has been thrown over your neck for best part of his slumber. jj being a light sleeper, it was stupid of you to even attempt. within milliseconds his arm is thrown over your collar bone, whisping you into him once again. out of instinct a minuscule peck was placed to your ear lobe, his breaths interrupted by your movement. a faint grumble between his lips, signaling for you to keep your ass still.

but, you simply could not. you were going to get up, and you refused to feel horrid for it because jj has had well over his ‘must have’ eight hours of sleep.

“j,” you gulped. contemplating today’s reaction of the constant battle, you blink slowly awaiting his response.

a hm escaped jj’s lips, barely awake but staying awake because his girl never deserved to be ignored.

“let me up,” on the brink of a demand, his eyes opened fully at that, furrowing eyebrows out of frustration.

jj wanted you to save him until the both of you were buried alive. he hungered to be inside of your skin. the true depth of being his girlfriend, you already acknowledged those things. there’s no showering alone, there’s no eating alone, no going to the bathroom alone, you don’t remember the last time you did your own makeup alone. he knew that if he was going to be with someone it could not be just anyone, the dynamic had to work. he was aware of his neediness and constant clinging, you were as well, before you even begun dating you had the willingness to admit you always had a soft spot for jj. you weren’t sure if it was the empath in you and the sheerness of being a human being. he’d been abandoned and abused since he was young, you wouldn’t be the one to return the favor.

the both of you just work.

it makes sense that the passion and the ethereal ache for want has never left, loves you just the same as the day he met you in eighth grade.

bringing him to his now decision as to wether or not he wanted to actually let you up or to fuck with you.

“stay with me.”

he uttered; partially truthful, partially not. he despised the feeling of the empty bed settling in if you were to get up, though he’d known you were due for a piss right about now.

“i have to get up, m’all sweaty and you aren’t helping.”

your explanation was understandable, but he still wasn’t having it. an eternity encompassed in your affections was a dream, and living in that dream he would presume possible for as long as you’d allow him.

“suffer a few more minutes.”

“j, i’m serious.”

he edged a tight lipped smile, noticing the eye roll and glistening beauty of your forehead. eyes inspecting you as though it was the first time. your sports bra adorned just how he’d liked, chest rising and falling faster then usual, appearing as if you’d ran a mile and then some. something so sweet about the scent of your skin, he’d breathe in continuously saturating his senses in the symphony that is you.

“what’s a man gotta do for few more minutes hm?”

he’s atop you now, hands at either side of your head. towering over to make eye contact— a sign that you yearned for him as he did you.

staring up at him, a yes is on the tip of your tongue but you’ve sacrificed enough of your day dedicated to cuddling jj. shuffling his weight onto one hand his thumb dusted past your chin and to your cheek bone, trying to lull you back in all at once. tilting your head in a swift movement, he lowers himself itching to press your unearthly soft lips with his. you did not oblige, smashing a hand to his lips.

“you’re not getting a kiss.”

“then you aren’t getting up,” he chimed. “as easy as that, baby.”

“jj! i am hot, and i smell like ass, if you don’t let me up don’t expect a kiss at all.”

you bargained, unable to win this fight you’d be giving in within minutes.

“well, i for one, like hot ass .. your hot ass in particular.”

your throat ran dry, willing to just do it out of desperation for a shower. the feathered blonde of his hair wavered as his head turned about, with the click of his tongue murmuring a muffled tick tock against the back of your hand.

“one fucking kiss jj.”

you’d agreed, hand faintly falling backward as you embraced him. your lips pucker for a slight peck but jj had far more in mind. the peck tainted his lips, the peck was for hurries only. jj ruled this as a no hurry situation though to you it was past a hurry. when you pull away from the peck, jj writhes his hand around your neck gently. wrestling his pair of lips with yours, teeth pulling at your lip for entrance, and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. two tongues swiveling and swirling just the way jj liked. God, he just could not get enough of the way your tongue molded with his. besotted that they fit together just right.

you break the trance, not allowing jj to reel you back in again.

“gotta brush my teeth now, j.”

your voice somewhat pleaded, a small boyish pout forming. groaning and all the extras accompanying jj maybank.

“okay okay, i’ll give you a few.”

rolling off of you, he gave way for you to do all that you pleased. you grinned his way as he sent a toothy one back. you felt free, as you did all the times before you had to force jj off of you. you could move and you did so at a rapid pace, before the whining begun. kicking beer cans out of the way you seemed to take your first step to the bathroom but that is until the palm of jj’s hand collides with the bottom of your ass.

“hurry up, you sexy motherfucker!”

your cheeks tainted red at his outburst, all of the cut could’ve heard it. but you laugh with ease, at your attention seeking boyfriend.

“won’t be long okay?”

you offer him a hug, a show of infatuation; before you were officially off to the bathroom, with intentions of closing the door. he encapsulates you, swallowing you whole with his arms. he peppered multiple kisses to your forehead.

“don’t shower without me, pretty girl.”

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Secret's Out

Bang Chan/PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You and Chan were childhood sweethaerts, having known each other since you were babies. You've managed to keep your relationship secret, up until now.

Warnings: Plus size reader, fem reader, established relationship, idol!au, online hate, body image issues

Word Count: 2185 M.list

You and Chan were practically attached at the hip since birth. Your parents had always been close friends, so the two of you naturally spent a lot of your childhood around one another.

You could even go as far to say that the two of you were childhood sweethearts, considering you would run around holding hands, and kissing each other on the cheek when you were toddlers.

The two of you officially got together at age 16,  when he was a trainee in Korea. Considering you were still kids at the time, you both made long distance work pretty well. Plus it didn’t hurt that you had amazing parents, who funded your many trips to and from Korea, multiple times a year.

The day you were finally able to up root your life and move to Korea permanently to be with Chan, was one of the best days of your life.

You’d managed to get lucky with YouTube, and amass a big following of a couple million. Being able to live comfortably because of a following you created, made you feel super proud of yourself.

Chan of course made secret accounts so he could secretly support you. Though there was one time he accidentally liked one of your Tweets from the official Stray Kids account, but he realised almost immediately and quickly unliked the Tweet. To this day, you are pretty sure nobody managed to catch the slip up.

Of course the public knew nothing of your relationship. He couldn’t even meet you at the airport, since chances were that someone would recognise at least one of you, and people would put two and two together.

Over the years, Chan had turned into an excellent example of a man. He was a gentleman through and through, always putting others before himself, not to mention all the hard work he’d put into his body.

You on the other hand, although you were healthy, you’d always been a little on the bigger side. Your body image was one of the biggest things you had to work on when you began your YouTube career.

You still didn’t love your figure, but you had learnt to just ignore the hate comments.

‘Chan! Oh my god that was amazing!’ You embraced Chan as soon as he was backstage, having just performed at lollapalooza, Paris.

‘Really? Did you not see me rip my pants?’ He laughed and returned your embrace. The other boys skirted round the two of you, all still high on the adrenaline from the show.

‘Hey noona! Why don’t we all get this treatment when we get of stage?’ Changbin smirked as he walked past.

‘Find a way to turn into Chan then we’ll talk.’ You shot back over your shoulder with a laugh.

‘Don’t tease the kids.’ Chan held back a laugh as he settled his hands on your hips. You turned back to him and gave a soft smile. Chan smiled back and leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

‘C’mon. Let’s get to the dressing room. I think we have food in there.’ Chan pulled back, but placed his ar round your shoulders, guiding you away.

Little did you know, someone was filming the whole interaction from across the wing...

You and Chan were blissfully unaware that someone had filmed your little moment together. That was until a few weeks later when you were back in Korea.

You were live on stream when the video dropped.

You were in the middle of playing a video game, when you noticed something in the chat that made the blood drain from your face. People were talking about Chan.

‘Why are you guys talking about Stray Kids all of a sudden?’ You tried to play it cool , but it’s clear that your chat saw right through you.

Fan1: Girl how could you keep that from us!?

Fan2: How long!?

Fan3: How did you bag a guy like that...

Fan4: We know about you and Bang Chan.

The game was long forgotten now, just left on the pause screen as you stared intently at your chat. You watched as messages kept pouring through. Some were just as confused as you were , but most seemed to be privy to information you didn’t have.

You didn’t know what to say. How could people know about your relationship. Without a word, you just shut down the live and slumped down in your chair.

With shaky hands, you picked up your phone and noticed one of your moderators had sent you a message containing a video link.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the video. It was a grainy, shaky video, but you could quite clearly see that it was you and Chan in the video. Phones had been banned from the backstage area of Lollapalooza, so you both thought it would be safe to share a moment together...

The phone suddenly started ringing in your hand, startling you slightly. Chan’s name flashed across the screen. You didn’t even get a chance to say hello when you answered.

‘Have you seen!?’ His voice was slightly higher pitch than usual, a dead giveaway that he was nervous.

‘Yeah, just now... Chan what do we do?’ your voice was barely above a whisper, but Chan had no clue what to say to you.

‘We should have been more careful...’ You shouldn’t have scoffed but you couldn’t stop yourself.

‘Bit late for that now, isn’t it?’ Chan was silent on the other end, you could just hear his quiet breathing. You sighed and dropped your head onto your hand.

‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you.’

‘It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it.’

‘Are we in trouble?’ You mumbled. Chan chuckled dryly.

‘Well the company isn’t pleased we let it slip, but we technically haven’t done anything wrong so I think we’re ok..’

‘Ok...’ You replied, not entirely convinced.

‘Look babe, I need to go. Everything is a little crazy right now, but I’ll see you tonight, ok?’

‘Ok. I love you. Don’t stress to much.’

‘Love you too babe, but you know me.’ He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You both said goodbye and hung up.

You groaned and looked down at your phone, as notifications began to pour in at an alarming rate. You knew you shouldn’t be curious, but you wanted to so badly know what people were thinking.

Fan1: How did a pig like that manage to seduce our Channie?

Fan2: she’s way too fat for him.

Fan3: Chan deserves better.

Fan4: People being mean to her are disgusting. Chan is clearly happy...

Fan5: Of course she’s a YouTuber... Probably just using him for views.

-----Fan6: How so when she’s been a YouTuber years before now?

Fan7: I want a man to look at me like that :(

Pig... fat...deserves better... You were used to nasty comments, but when it came to your weight, especially when it came to your relationship... It just hit different.

You suddenly found yourself hyper aware of your own body, how big your stomach and thighs were. Plus some clothes did feel a little tighter in recent days. Chan said he’d see you later, but you suddenly felt the need to hear his voice. You held he phone to your ear and nervously bit at your thumb nail.

Ring...ring...ring... call ended.

Your heart sank when he didn’t answer. You sighed quietly to yourself. Not wanting to disturb him anymore, you were about to go drown your sorrows, when a text came through. A lump formed in your throat when you read what it said.

Chan: I said I was busy right now. We’ll talk later.

Tears suddenly welled up in your eyes at his dismissal. Getting up, you trudged your way to the bedroom in defeat. For the first time in almost 10 years, you started doubting your relationship with Chan. Maybe you really weren’t good enough to him.

‘Hey hyung, Y/N just tried to ring you.’ Hyunjin almost didn’t want to approach his leader right now. the energy he was giving off was negative to say the least.

Chan was a bit all over the place all things considered, not to mention he had managers and supervisors pulling at him from all directions to figure out what to do.

Needless to say, the man was stressed. Also angry, and an angry Chan was a scary Chan.

Chan let out an annoyed sigh and practically snatched the phone from Hyunjin. He quickly typed a message to you and threw the phone down with a clatter.

As soon as the phone left his hands, he lowered his head onto his palms. Hyunjin shared a look with Felix who was sat near Chan. The other boys were scattered round the room, not wanting to crowd their leader right now.

‘Hyung, are you ok?’ Felix prodded gently. Chan peered up from his hands and shot him a piercing glare.

‘Ok yeah. Stupid question.’ Felix laughed nervously, fidgeting in his seat.

‘Sorry. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you.’ Felix shook his head and placed a comforting hand on Chans shoulder.

‘Don’t worry about it. You’ve every right to be angry.’

‘Do I though? We should have been more careful.’ He mumbled to himself.

‘phones shouldn’t have been back there. This isn’t your fault hyung.’ Hyunjin piped back up, wanting to try to make the older man feel a little better.

‘Yeah...’ Chan looked away and down at  the table. Felix and Hyunjin shared a look and was about to talk again, when at that moment a manager walked back into the room.

‘Alright. We’ve done all the damage control we can do for now. Go home Chan.’ That caught the other boys attention.

‘Why’s he being punished? He’s done nothing wrong!’ Changbin butted in and frowned deeply and the other members were nodding in agreement.

The manager immediately back peddled, not wanting to deal with 7 angry members right now. He pinched the bride of his now with an exasperated sigh.

‘He’s not in trouble, but there’s no use staying here and getting more stressed.’ Chan wordlessly agreed, getting up and gathering his things before bee lining to the door.

‘Oh by the way.’ The manager called after him. ‘We’re releasing a statement tonight!’

(line break)

You stood before the full length mirror in the bedroom with your shirt off, scrutinizing your own body.

Turning to the side, your hands ran along your stomach and your heart sank at what you saw.

Maybe the comments were right. How could Chan find you attractive when he looked the way he did. He’d be more happier with someone else, maybe another idol.

Just as thoughts began swimming through your mind, the bedroom door swung open with a slam.

You let out a startled scream and tried to cover yourself as you spun round, only to immediatley calm when you saw Chan standing in the doorway.  You had been so caught up in your head, you hadn’t even heard the front door open.

‘Chan! Wha-‘ Before you could finish your sentance, Chan was across the room and pulling you into a much needed hug.

‘I’m so sorry..’ He mumbled into your neck. You slowly ran your hands over his arms, and placed your own round his body.

‘Why are you sorry?’ You whispered back.

‘It’s my fault. I should have been more careful in public...’

‘Don’t be silly. You couldn’t have known someone would break the rules.’ You pulled back to see his face and gave him a sad smile.

He looked back to you but he didn’t smile.

‘I saw what people were saying about you online...’ Your smile faltered as you tried to play it off. You unconsciously looked down at yourself suddenly remembering you were still just in your underwear.

‘Ah...yeah. Don’t worry-‘

‘You know it’s not true right!?’ He cut you off quickly, knowing you would play the situation down.

‘I don’t want anyone else. You’re beautiful and perfect the way you are!’ You looked down, feeling awful that you couldn’t fully believe him.

Chan cupped your cheeks and forced you to look up at him once again.

‘Please believe me... I love you so much baby.’ He started placing light kisses across your face as your eyes began to water.

‘I love you too...’ You tightened your grip around the man and squeezed your eyes shut.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear an gently ran his fingers along the curve of your back, as the two of you stood in a warm embrace.

You didn’t stream for a few days after that day. Both you and Chan had gone radio silent, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire. Hopefully people will calm down eventually, and then maybe you would feel more comfortable sharing your story with the world. Heck, if Chan was comfortable, you may even do streams together on your channel, but it all came down to what Stay thought of you at the end of this mess.

#stray kids #skz #x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #angst #smut #fluff #idol!au #bang chan #kpop

[neonghostlights]

A/N: I wrote this because I wanted to rip my own heart out. Also, I am not saying 30 is old in this. Just showing Reader's insecurities with aging. God, I hope this isn't weird. Kinda got the idea from Twilight when Edward asks Bella if it's not enough to have a long happy life with him. Please read the warnings.

Warnings: Vampirism, death, suicide, angst, fluff, bittersweet, infertility, Smut, Age gap but not really (you'll see), they are so in love, I literally never proofread so I'm sorry. 18+ only Minors DNI.

Wordcount: 4.9k

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

July 1986

Thick black curtains covered the windows of the new government provided trailer. Blocking any sliver of light from penetrating the room. Eddie felt bad for you as you laid on the carpet beside him, a fan pointed directly at your face in an effort to cool off. 

You insisted on sitting in the darkness with him, even when the rest of the world was out celebrating the fourth of July with cookouts and fireworks. Eddie had even begged you to go with the rest of your friends to Steves for his pool party, but you refused. Saying it wouldn’t be the same without him there. Wayne was nice enough to buy some hotdogs and sparklers for you to enjoy with him once the sun had set and it was safe for Eddie to venture outside again. Even if Eddie didn’t care for human food anymore, he could at least watch you enjoy yourself. 

The only time Eddie could join the land of the living was at night. Due to his new body, sunlight would set him into flames in an instant. He remembers the first time he tried to look out of a window on a cloudy day after he had changed. You, and Steve dragged him away from the window as his skin blistered and burned painfully. It took him days for it to heal. 

There was no denying it. Sunlight would kill him. Not even the cover of the clouds or clothing would protect him. 

If you would have told him in March that instead of graduating highschool he would first get accused of murder, then thrust into an alternate dimension that kills him, and then somehow wakes back up as a bloodthirsty vampire he would have asked who your dealer was so he could give them a call.

You and Eddie were both 20 years old and madly in love. At least if you asked him that’s how he would describe it. He had never felt anything like the way he felt for you. He was certain after his change to vampirism that you would leave but you never did. 

You stayed with him through the heightened senses, emotions, bloodlust, and the learning curve of discovering his newfound strength and speed. Even when he begged you to go and move on to something better than him. You stayed by his side, much to his relief. 

Whispered conversations would come up in the middle of the night. Discussions on what the future for both of you would hold. Neither of you could walk away from the relationship you had built for the past two years. Neither of you wanted anyone else. 

But with Eddie’s new condition he was technically dead. He would no longer grow or age. So where would that leave you? 

Your only answer for that was for him to change you to be like him. 

This was the start of many fights for the both of you. Eddie trying to talk to you out of it while you had made your mind up completely. 

Plus there was the logistics on how to do it. He had bitten you before and it didn’t affect you. It wasn’t like they could just drop you into the upside down and let the bats change you like they had him, Eleven had destroyed it all. And even if she hadn’t, Eddie would never risk your life like that. Never make you go through that pain and trauma. 

Dustin had been doing some research for you and was thinking that blood sharing might work but you hadn’t tried yet. 

“Are you excited for sparklers, Eddie?” Your sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts. 

He looked over at you, unable to fight the wide grin that spread across his face. Your tanktop stuck to your skin, the fan in your face doing nothing to fight the heat in the small trailer. Your hair moved with each burst of air. You looked at him, brows furrowed. Eddie thought it was sweet how worried about him you always were. How you always made sure he was having fun too. 

“Super excited, sweetheart. Gonna tie a bunch of them together and make a super sparkler,” he said smugly, waiting to see your reaction. 

You rolled your eyes at him, biting your lip to hide your smile. “You did that last year and caught Mrs. Dunn’s garden on fire, remember?”

Eddie’s mouth opened as he looked at you in mock offense. A loud snort sounded from Wayne in the kitchen as he tapped his cigarette ashes into the sink. Eddie looked at him from his vantage point on the floor and cut him a hard glare. Both for his audacity to laugh at him, obviously taking your side in the great trailer park fire debate, and also for still smoking when he promised he would try to quit this year after a bad bout of back to back pneumonia this year. 

“If you can call a bunch of dead weeds in a trailer park a garden then sure,” Eddie conceded. 

You sighed and sat up, wiping sweat and hair out of your face. Glancing over at the clock by the front door a sly smile broke out across your face. “Looks like it’s almost time,” you giggled. 

Eddie wanted to ask you what you meant when a loud knock sounded from the trailer door, shaking the walls. Thanks to his hearing, Eddie could pick up the sound of multiple excited heartbeats on the door side of the door.

You jumped up excitedly, carefully stopping to peel back the curtain, shielding it with your body to protect Eddie from any rays of sunlight that may shine through. You hummed approvingly to see the sun was gone for the night. 

Eddie got up to stand behind you as you whipped the door open to reveal a grinning Robin, Jonathan, El and Nancy. Behind them, Steve, Mike, and Lucas argued on how to set up a folding table while Dustin and Max attempted to fill a kiddie pool with a water hose. 

Joyce and WIll were pulling containers of food out of the back of the car, stopping to wave at Eddie as he stared at them in disbelief. Eddie was so happy he was still technically able to eat, even if they provided him with no nutrients. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, voice full of emotion as he even spotted the grumpy Chief Hopper carrying supplies to be set up.  

“It’s a pool party!” Robin exclaimed. 

“But, I thought you already did that today. In the sunlight.” Eddie clarified. 

“The sun’s overrated. Nobody wanted to celebrate without you,” you squeaked from beside him. He hadn’t realized how tightly he had his arms wrapped around you until that moment. He loosened his grip with an apologetic smile. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your temple as a thank you. You were right, the sun was overrated. 

May 1996

Eddie pressed his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as he slowly rocked into you. Your nails dragged down his back making him shiver as he held you. Eddie could feel you fluttering around him as you reached your release, heels digging into his back to bring him as close as possible. Trying your best to meld you both into one person. 

Eddie’s hips moved faster as he groaned into your mouth. He buried his face into your neck, your scent grounding him as his orgasm wracked through him. You both laid tangled together in your bed. You were trying to catch your breath while he listened to the rhythmic lullabye of your pulse. One of his favorite sounds in the world along with your voice. 

Eddie lifted his head from his hiding spot to look down at your smiling face. With a featherlight touch he traced your features, memorizing them as if he hadn’t been madly in love with you for over the past ten years. Like your face wasn’t burned into his brain and heart. 

But you were changing, slowly. You were convinced now that you had aged to 30 years old that you were now a grandma.

Eddie knew you didn’t really think 30 was old. Your insecurities were rooted in the self doubt of Eddie’s own condition. In the past ten years he had never aged, but you had. Eddie thought you were just as beautiful as the day he met you.

Your hopes of changing to become like him were abandoned now. He had bitten you and even given you his own blood, following some old folklore that Dustin had dug up. None of it had worked. You had both exhausted the safer options. Some of the vampire lore said Eddie would have to drain your blood for you to change or you would have to die with his blood in your system. Eddie put his foot down at those. He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t go on knowing he had hurt you. 

You eventually stopped talking about changing. Eddie could see how much your aging was affecting you though. He knew if he was aging too then you wouldn’t care. He couldn’t help but feel so guilty to be the reason you were struggling. He would do anything to go back to being a human for you. 

“Why are you looking at me so seriously?” You asked from under him. 

He had gotten so lost in thought that he had forgotten the position you were in. Separating from you he laid behind you, his hand reaching out to play with a strand of your hair. 

“Is it a crime to stare at my beautiful wife?” he teased, kissing the side of your mouth. A piece of your hair still held lightly between his fingers. 

“I guess not. But I am making it a crime for you to touch my hair,” you grumbled, pulling a pillow up to cover your face to muffle your voice. 

“And why is that?” Eddie chuckled, prying the pillow away and tossing it to the other side of the room where you wouldn’t be able to grab it again. 

You let out a deep sigh before turning to face him, your face morphed to seriousness. “A lady at work pointed out that I have gray hair.” 

Rage bubbled in his chest. The feeling to protect you from harm, emotional and physical, overwhelmed him. He took a deep breath, listening to your heartbeat to help calm him down. 

When he was able to unclench his jaw, he spoke, “I hope you told her that was rude of her to say.” He shot you a stern look. You had both had the conversation many times on learning how to stand up for yourself. Especially since Eddie was stuck in the apartment you shared during the day, hiding from the sun. He wasn’t able to follow you around everywhere and rip the bullies apart like he wanted to. 

The guilty look on your face as you pulled the blankets up to your chin told him everything he needed to know. You were too sweet to argue back, always too afraid to say something wrong and hurt the successful career you had built for yourself. A career you had worked hard for after attending classes at the local community college. Eddie couldn’t have been more proud for you to walk across that stage. You worked hard to become a night shift nurse, permanently shifting your sleep schedule to stay awake all night with him. While Eddie took random night shift jobs when he had the chance. He never stayed at them long, not liking that his schedule sometimes left unprotected at night. 

He didn’t even like having to leave you alone to hunt for animals at night to curb his blood thirst. But it was something he had to do. 

“Babe, we talked about this. Besides, I do not see any gray hair.” That was a lie, he had noticed a few thanks to his improved eyesight. But they made no difference to him so why would he point them out to you. 

“That’s because I went straight to the bathroom at work and plucked it out of my head!” you exclaimed as you sat up to pull on your t-shirt. 

Eddie shook his head slowly, letting out a low chuckle at your antics. 

“It’s not funny, Eddie. It wasn’t even gray. It was white. That means I’m ancient!” 

“That does not mean you’re ancient. I’m pretty sure Wayne told me got his first gray hair at 18. It’s all genetics, baby.”

You smiled at the thought of a young, white haired Wayne. It had taken a while for Eddie to be comfortable talking about his Uncle ever since he died 7 years ago after a battle with lung cancer. He had never actually gotten around to quitting those cigarettes. 

“And, if you’re old then I’m old. You know I’m 30 too. Technically, I’m older than you by a whole month. I won’t stand to be made fun of like this,” Eddie mocked, arms crossed across his chest. You let out a laugh that made Eddie’s dead heart soar. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you huffed. 

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he sang. “Now, how about you get dressed and I take you to the diner for a middle of the night dinner date?”

You grinned up at him and nodded. The way you looked at him made him think you would follow him anywhere.

November 2006

You and Eddie sat snuggled up in the living room of your house. You had both spent the day putting up Christmas decorations. After twenty years together, Eddie will never win the argument that you are supposed to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate. You knew his complaining wasn’t serious, he would do anything to make you smile. Even if making you smile meant spending an hour untangling old lights just to plug them in just to realize they don’t work anymore. 

You had both moved away from Hawkins five years ago, kissing your one bedroom apartment goodbye.This home was much more secluded than your last place. Far enough to stay out of nosey neighbors prying eyes at the reclusive and nocturnal Eddie Munson but close enough to still visit your friends and their kids. 

Your upper lip had the faintest stain of hot chocolate on it. Eddie didn’t say anything about it, deciding if it was still on your lip after the movie then he would just kiss it off for you. 

He opened his mouth to make a smart comment about the house looking like the North Pole in the beginning of November only to see you teary eyed as you stared up at the cheesy Christmas movie that played on the TV. 

Eddie looked at the screen, expecting to see some heartbreakingly dramatic scene unfolding. What he saw was worse, the main character laid in the hospital bed with a pink bundle tucked into her arms. 

Eddie’s heart cracked in his chest as you turned your head to sneakily wipe a tear away. 

In the beginning of your marriage you both soon realized that biological kids weren’t going to be an option for you. Eddie had brought up the idea of adopting or even using a sperm donor, but you quickly shot him down. Saying that it would make it too complicated for the kid to explain why Dad looked so much younger than Mom. You told him not to worry, that you were perfectly content with never having kids. 

He always noticed the look of longing you held when one of your friends had a new baby. 

You grabbed the remote and clicked the movie off, doing your best to give Eddie a reassuring smile. “Ready for bed, handsome?” you asked. 

He followed you to your room where you got ready for bed while Eddie pulled down the covers. Making note that the next time he went out for a hunt he would need to grab you some new flowers. The ones on your nightstand were starting to wilt. 

You crawled into bed beside Eddie, wrapping your blankets around you like a cocoon to stay warm. “I’m so tired.” Your voice already sounding groggy. 

Eddie smiled at you before leaning down to finally kiss the chocolate away. 

“Goodnight, I love you,” he whispered in your ear before he pulled you closer. 

“Night. Love you,” you replied with a yawn. 

Eddie laid staring at the ceiling as your breathing slowed and you drifted to sleep. 

The guilt crept up on him as he thought of the look on your face earlier. You wanted a baby and he couldn’t give that to you. Here you both sat, pretending the life you lived was normal and fulfilling for you but he knew better. You were missing out on so much because of him. 

Maybe you would just be better off without him. 

You were only 40 years old. If he left now you could still have a chance of a normal and happy life. You still had time to get remarried, have kids, and not live your life in the shadows like him. 

Eddie slowly pulled his arms away from you and waited to make sure you wouldn’t wake before he slowly climbed out of the bed and got dressed in silence, throwing some items of clothing into a backpack for the road. 

He took one last look at you before he crept through the house and out the front door, pausing to lock the deadbolt on the front door. 

Eddie walked through the woods surrounding your home. Knowing that as it got closer to daylight he would need to duck into a neighboring home's shed or garage to wait out the sun. Or maybe he could find a cave, cave’s were a thing around here right?

Eddie walked for an hour before the anxiety set in. 

Did he remember to turn off the stove after he made your hot chocolate earlier? What if it's been on this whole time? What if the house caught on fire with you trapped inside? 

He knows it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He had walked past the stove multiple times since using it. He would have noticed if it was still on. 

He shook his head and continued walking. 

The next thought made him stop mid step. 

Did he lock the door? 

Yes. He did. He stopped on his way out and locked it, like he always did when he went hunting in the middle of the night. 

But what if this time he didn’t. What if for some reason his brain was creating some type of false memory. What if someone broke into the house and you woke up too late to protect yourself. 

He just needed to go back and make sure really quickly. And then he could leave and find shelter by morning. 

Eddie unlocked the front door and peeked into your bedroom to see your still sleeping form. You remained in the same position he had left you in. He smiled at your ability to sleep through anything. 

Eddie replaced the flowers on your nightstand with the new flowers he picked up on the way back home before he undressed and crawled into the bed beside you and pulled you close to him. 

You scooted closer into him, snuggling your face into his chest. 

Eddie looked down at you and decided he could never leave you ever again. 

June 2016

Nancy set the perfectly frosted cake in front of you at the kitchen table. Carefully shielding the candles to prevent any of them from blowing out. 

You beamed as you stared at the pink frosting. The number candles proudly announcing that today was your 50th birthday. 

Eddie thinks you have never been more beautiful as the lights dim and the candles reflect in your eyes. 

Eddie was able to get all of the group over to the house, even their kids and the newest grandkids were able to make it to celebrate their favorite aunt. Dustin led everybody in a very interesting rendition of Happy Birthday, causing anyone within a couple feet of him to wince and cover their ears. 

Age had not changed Dustin Henderson one bit. 

After your wish had been made and slices of cake had been passed around, you bounced the newest Harrington grandchild on your lap skillfully while Dustin’s son told you about his newest invention he was working on. Eddie laughed at the way you nodded your head and hummed like you knew what he was talking about. Eddie couldn’t blame you though, he was no good with this new technology either.

Eddie looked around the room, happy to see all of his friends in the same place. Happy that after everything they were able to come celebrate you. 

Later that night after everyone had left, you and Eddie sat on the couch while you flipped through a new book that Robin had gotten for you.

“What was your wish?” Eddie asked suddenly. Hoping that it was something he could buy you himself, even though you were firm about him not getting you gifts. 

You looked up at him from behind your book, shooting him a suspicious look. “You know you’re not supposed to tell or it won't come true. I’m not risking this wish.”

“Now I just want to know more,” he said as he scooted closer to you. 

“Fine.” You closed the book and set it on the coffee table. “My wish was for Dustin to take singing lessons. Maybe next year we can make it out without any hearing damage.”

Eddie snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re not getting out of this one. What makes this wish so great that you can’t risk it?”

“Because maybe it’s not a wish for me,” you said softly. 

Eddie didn’t say anything else when he wrapped his arm around you. He never did find out what your wish was. 

August 2026

Eddie found you sitting on the bed in complete darkness. Not a trace of light could be found in the room. He knew something was wrong when he came back from hunting to find the mirror in the bathroom covered with a sheet. 

You had been sad lately. More critical of yourself. Trading off between staring into the mirror for long periods of time or completely avoiding it all together. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he entered the room. You flinched and scooted away from the light that poured into the room from the hallway. 

“I think you need to go, Eddie,” you croaked. Evidence in your voice that you had been crying. 

Eddie didn’t turn the light on as he crossed the room and dropped on his knees in front of you. You turned to face away from him so he couldn’t look at you. He never told you about the night he did almost leave. 

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“This is wrong, Eddie. You’re wasting your time with me. I’m 60 years old. I look like a grandmother. I could be a grandmother. And look at you.” You waved your hand at him to prove your point.

“Listen to me very carefully, you seem to be forgetting the fact that I am 60 years old too. Who cares if I don’t look like it? Who cares what the outside world thinks? We know our relationship. I have loved you since I was 18 years old and nothing is going to change that,” he said sternly, hoping to get his point across. 

“You’ve been given this gift, Eddie. You could be living it up and exploring the world right now. You’re wasting it,” you sobbed into your hands. 

“You’re right,” he said, making your crying stutter as you looked up at him. “I was given a gift. The past forty years with you have been a gift and I’m thankful for them everyday. We knew this would be hard but I’m in it for life. Don’t cry.”

You sobbed even harder at his words. He knew you knew he was right. He knew that this would be hard but he couldn’t imagine not having you. He still loved you so much and thought you were the most gorgeous person in the world. If there were such a thing as soulmates, he was sure you were his. 

“Come here,” he whispered as he pulled your hands away from your face so he could wipe your tears. He rocked you back and forth as your crying slowly stopped. He knew that this feeling would pass, that it was just a moment in time. 

Eddie would smash every mirror in the world if it would make you feel better. 

February 2036

Eddie liked to make Valentine's Day a big deal for you. Some years he would get you reservations at restaurants for after the sun went down. In recent years he would ignore the stares of the other patrons as he held your hand over the table. He didn’t care what they thought. On the outside he was 20 but mentally he was just as much 70 as you. 

He could tell it bothered you when you noticed the looks on their faces and you would pull your hand away. 

This year you were determined to stay in though. So he cooked you your favorite meal and was able to run to one of those 24 hour markets to grab you a fresh bouquet of roses. 

You ate your candlelit dinner together, chatting about the newest thing you saw on TV or any updates in your friends lives. 

Eddie was amazed everyday that even after spending fifty years together that you two never ran out of anything to talk about. 

He was also in awe of how graceful and beautiful you still were, even at 70 years old.

You came home giggling after your last doctor's appointment when the doctors and nurses couldn’t even believe how old you were, saying that at first glance they thought you were much younger. 

Eddie noticed how you were practically walking on clouds for the rest of the day. 

You said it came from a long lifetime full of love and happiness. Eddie couldn’t help but agree. 

Eddie was ecstatic as you let him hold your hand over the table as you both ate dessert. 

You stood at the sink, insisting on washing the dishes while Eddie relaxed. 

You could hear the soft melody of a song drifting from the speaker that sat on the kitchen counter. 

You smiled at the familiar sound of Saturday Morning by Harry Chapin. 

A tap on your shoulder caused you to turn around. Eddie stood behind you with an outstretched hand. 

“May I have this dance?” 

You smiled as you wiped your hands off on a dishtowel. “I’ve never been much of a dancer, Mr. Munson.”

“Well, Mrs. Munson, I can promise you that you’re a much better dancer than I am.”

You placed both hands on his shoulders as he held your waist, rocking you from side to side. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, Eddie.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love,” he whispered softly into your ear. 

July 2046

Eddie knew it was going to happen today. 

You had gone so down hill since you initially gotten sick a little over a year ago. It had gotten to the point where you were barely able to get out of bed anymore. 

Your heartbeat was uneven and your breath labored. Your eyes were shut as you slept. He wondered if you were dreaming about him. 

He watched from the chair beside your bed as each inhale rattled your chest.

He knew this would have to happen eventually. You have lived 80 beautiful years. 62 of those years with him by your side. He knew you had a happy life. 

He didn’t want to live without his wife. 

His thumb smoothed over the back of your hand in a circular motions. He hoped that you were able to tell that he was there with you. He hoped you knew he would never leave you. He hoped that somehow his presence brought you peace. 

“I love you. Did you know that? If you need to go it’s okay. I’ll be okay,” he said softly, moving to smooth a hand over your hair. 

Your pulse slowed down drastically at his words. 

He listened as he heard your heart stop and you let out one last breath. 

He tucked the blankets around you one last time, ignoring the chasm forming in the center of his chest. 

Was it possible for his dead heart to stop beating all over again?

Eddie sat in the silence of your bedroom. The pictures of the two of you over the years still sat in the photo album laid on the nightstand.  Fresh flowers from the last time he went out sat in the vase on your side of the bed. 

He checks the time, noting that the sun was up now and the hospice nurse would be stopping by soon to check on you. 

Eddie gave you one last look as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he said before standing up and walking to the front door. 

Slowly opening the door, he stepped into the sunlight. 

What would be the point of living forever if it wasn’t with you?

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[rottenprincessshura100]

Blue Exorcist Chapter 140: Notes

The Future is Depressing....y'all.

We start off with Rin as the "Demon King." He has a pretty amazing character design upgrade. A really dark, grungy cape and a scary mask that hides his cute little elfin features. But our Rin has changed; he's now a killer of humans. He wears a mask and hides his soul away.

In this chapter we see Rin is attacking an exorcist.

I'm not sure if this woman he battles is human. The best way to describe her is an Angelic Legion Sailor Scout. Her outfit is covered with angel wings and all kinds of tacky bling and details (plus, who chooses to fight in heels? No human, I know.)

Arthur the Paladin has totally designed this outfit.

Plus, the exorcist, or whatever she is, looks like a Lucifer clone. It makes me wonder who controls the Knights of True Cross? I think all the clues are pointing at Lucifer. Anything Angelic looking, things with little pretty wings, cherubs and light, point back to him. In this case, the perfection and heavenly details tend to be the evil ones. Isn't that the way the world works now? Anyway, I digress.

Her name is...or was, Malchidael, which translates into angelic messenger. Just an aside, remember when Shura was so embarrassed to be part of the Angelic Legion? She wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like this. The legion was too square; this is proof that Angel is in charge..or Lucifer. You don't get more square than those two.

I think I've seen a version of this female character before....it was like an action figure on Mephisto's desk. I'm not quite sure if she's real or not.

Things that bother me about her...she looks like Shiemi but wields a weapon with Armumahel powers like the Myoda. Is she related to Shima? A sister? Ooof.

Getting back to Rin.

Rin has changed...he's still our Rin but tired and dark. We see it in his eyes, the sad resignation. Plus, he looks much older. As he uses his demonic powers, his hair changes from white to black. He seems in complete control of his inner demons.

Unfortunately, Rin is also capable of killing humans. So much has changed, and we don't know the back story. Yet, we know he seems to only be killing exorcists that are threatening him. When Paku calls out his name from her hiding place, he doesn't raise his sword to kill her or threaten her in any way. Rin regards her as an old friend from a past life. But an old friend he no longer has time for.

His personality reminds me more of Yukio now, worn out and saddled with some huge responsibility he can't talk about.

(Just an aside, he looks like my friends and me when we came out of covid...we felt ten years older and unsure how to talk to other humans, Kato is making this parallel to our current world...remember calling the terrible event Maga. Yeah.)

Whatever has happened, Rin has been left alone, and he's trying to survive in any way he can. He is now like Satan, ruling over demons and making them do his bidding. But...he's still got his empathy. He doesn't send the hobgoblins to their deaths but tells them to retreat. He's accomplished his mission, killed his target and left.

One thing we do know...all of his friends are missing.

Did they die? Paku doesn't know, and it's heartbreaking.

She runs away and is so torn. She's happy to see Rin but is beyond sad at what has happened to him. And, as soon as she remembers the past, something happens....she finds a glowing door suddenly in front of her. The door is a rip in space-time, and maybe she caused the rip. This is a very strange situation considering the Paku doesn't seem to have any powers, temptaint or exorcist ability, yet somehow Paku connects between worlds, connects to Mephisto. She gives the demon king a glimpse into something he's never seen before.

Mephisto.

This part, of course, was great. Mephisto still has those fucking crazy eyes. He's on the edge of sanity. When Paku opens the door, he jumps into action and seals the portal closed. Of course, he does it with style and conjures some milk chocolate crazy glue. Which is fittingly weird with the rest of the upside-down we are experiencing.

Mephisto is weak but has enough power to stop the universe from imploding. But for the first time, he's seen past the end of times. He can see the future and knows there is one. Mephisto is so fucking excited because it's new.

A new place for him to play, new chess moves for him to work with.

This future might come to pass but hasn't yet. Mephisto can still change this....this is a possible future.

At the very end, we get this troubling sketch by Kato. Yukio survives as well as Rin, back two years ago, which he does because he's got Satan's temptaint. But the others were not so lucky. All around him are bodies...

Hopefully, Mephisto can fix all of this. This future is no future at all for our favourite characters.

#blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #rin okumura #ane #an no exorcist #blue exorcist manga

[bunny-j3st3r]

Wanted to write some Haycinth headcanons because he's been evolving lately.

Haycinth uses He/Him or They/them but mostly answers to He/him

He's a BIG dude, he stands at about 6"4 and is fat, built like a bodybuilder.

He learned to cook his own food being a big guy he needs to eat certain kinds of food and a lot to keep his bulk. He never really knew how to cook before meeting Rose but learned over time.

He was found by Rose in an underground fighting arena where he had been muzzled and made to fight, when not fighting he was locked in a cage practically and fed basic meals.

He's taken a lot of beatings over the years so does not remember much of his past, he isn't sure he even has a family.

He has a thing for sheep folk but thinks its just a hunger thing not realizing he literally just has a weird fetish.

He neither hates nor likes Rose but is loyal to her

He likes Daisy and the two have something going on but dosn't talk about it, it's nothing romantic but he does like her attention and seems to get in a good mood when she's mentioned.

He normally gets a few days off per month and likes visiting street food markets and trying different foods that he never really got to taste when locked up, he's also hoping the smells or tastes will trigger something in his memory.

He comes off as a scary big dude but he has a weakness for small baby animals, he will never tell ANYONE in the gang about it though because he'd never live it down.

He dislikes the idea of killing, he isn't sure why considering he's practically a cannibal and if given the chance will eat someone without hesitation.

He has said if he were ever to kill his first kill is going to be Rose, Rose is very much aware of this but is also aware he NEEDS her because he's just lost without her.

He often vaugely teases the other gang members by threatning to eat or maim them, the only ones that seem unaffected by these are Daisy, Rose, Zinnia and Gladiolus.

He's technically 'banned' from the bar because he dislikes to drink but was caught mixing coffee with energy drink after not sleeping for three days as well as stealing coffee that wasn't his.

He still goes to the bar though because he knows Zinnia won't touch him when he's 'working' and just like :) at them the entire time, smug ass.

His relationship with Gladiolus is odd at best, he dosn't consider him a friend but likes annoying him, plus with him being a Ram he keeps finding himself drawn to him.

He wears a shock collar for the safety of himself and others around him, it can only be removed by Rose and the only time it's ever removed is if Rose wants him to do a job.

The voltage in the collar isn't a small shock either, it's been messed around with by Crocus who basically made it into a weapon specfically aginst Haycinth, it's enough of a voltage shock to knock out a Rhino.

Haycinth is just an alt version of my own sona so has kept some of my sonas traits which includes immortality and shape shifting, he rarely uses the shifting form though because he thought he could at first to get the collar off but it seems to just fit around whatever size he goes.

He can't shift into anything smaller than a rat, anything smaller could do damage to his body.

He says he's Aroace but it's mostly to stop people asking about his private life, he's to dedicated to Rose to really pay much attention to having relationships.

He does get blood lust though, when his adrenline is heightened and he smells blood he's like a shark in water and will rip and tear at the source until he tastes it in his mouth.

Haycinth is used for myself to explore darker topics I don't really do often with my own sona.

#nightingale garden au #long post

[dearestdaffodils]

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride

The two times that you were the “bridesmaid” instead of the “bride” and the two times Eddie made you feel like the “bride”

An au where Eddie is the same age as Chrissy

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

You loathed that saying, because it had become your life. You were best friends with Chrissy Cunningham and quickly became the bridesmaid to her bride, so to speak. Chrissy got everything she wanted. She was popular, a cheerleader, and was dating the most popular boy in school. She even had Eddie Munson, your crush, wrapped around her finger. 

To everyone except Chrissy, you were always just “Chrissy’s best friend”. You were pretty sure Jason didn’t even know your real name. You weren’t a cheerleader and you were considered popular by association. 

It wasn’t that you wanted everything Chrissy had, you just wanted your moment in the sun. 

——————————

#1 

You always had one job at school dances. Make sure that Chrissy got to dance with Jason and only Jason. It was an unspoken rule between you and Chrissy that started in 7th grade. It was your job to keep any other girls away from Jason so Chrissy could have him all to herself. 

“Y/N, it’s the Snow Ball! Get excited! It’s our last middle school dance before we start high school.” Chrissy beams, fluffing her hair. 

“I am excited, Chris.” You murmur. “You’re going to have the time of your life dancing with Jason.” 

Chrissy pauses, pouting at you. “You’re going to have fun too.” 

You shrug, looking at her. “Maybe.” 

You and Chrissy made your way downstairs, with Chrissy’s parents and Jason waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

Jason smiles, holding his hand out to Chrissy. “You look beautiful.” 

You sigh, standing off to the side while Jason and Chrissy take pictures. 

“Poor thing…” you hear Chrissy’s mom tut as she glances at you. “Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.” 

You hug your arms around yourself, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball and disappear. 

“You want to take pictures together?” Jason asks, looking at you. 

“Oh, um… n-no, thank you.” You whisper. “You and Chrissy should get more though.” 

Chrissy pouts, pulling you over. “Then we’ll take pictures together.” She grins, pulling you right into her side as the flash of her mom’s camera goes off. 

—————————

#2

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride” followed you from middle school to high school. You and Chrissy had grown apart somewhat, running in different circles. She spent her time with Jason and the popular group, you spent your time hiding in plain sight. 

All your time spent watching from the sidelines allowed you to observe. You noticed everything. Except for Eddie Munson. At least at first. 

Once you noticed him, you couldn’t look away. At the start of your freshman year, he was still in the process of growing out his buzz cut from middle school. He wore ripped jeans and started sporting a leather jacket with a jean vest over top. 

He was into heavy metal, and talked about it constantly. He even wanted to start a band. 

But Eddie didn’t notice you. Like everyone else. 

It was easy to see that he liked Chrissy. The way his eyes lit up when she walked past him, the way he was constantly staring at her. 

Okay, maybe just this once, you wanted what Chrissy had. You wanted Eddie. 

“Are you sure about trying out for cheer, Y/N?” Chrissy asks hesitantly, walking towards the gym with you. 

“Yeah…” you clutch your bag, glancing at her. “I thought it would be a fun way for us to spend time together. Plus… school spirit!” You cheer unconvincingly. 

Chrissy eyes you, walking into the gym. “Okay, but… you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

“No, no, I want to!” You set your bag down, looking around the gym. 

For once, every eye seemed to be trained on you. But unlike when Chrissy entered a room, none of these people looked happy to see you. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe she actually showed up!” Two cheerleaders whisper in a corner near you. “I heard that Chrissy only keeps her around to feel better about herself. No way they’re actually friends.” 

Your hands tremble as you open your bag, searching for something inside it. 

“We’re so not letting her on the team. She’ll ruin our reputation.” 

Slowly standing, you grab your back and back out of the gym. You scan the room for Chrissy, your heart sinking when you realize she isn’t even looking in your direction. 

————————————

#1

Senior year. It was supposed to be the best year of high school and yet, you felt as though you were fighting to survive. 

Chrissy barely talked to you since the summer after freshman year. She wanted to focus on cheer and you simply melted into the unseen masses of Hawkins High. Chrissy was untouchable, she was the queen. And you were just one of her subjects that she used to know. 

The only person keeping your head above the surface was Eddie. It was always Eddie. 

You and Eddie had become closer, closer being a relative term. You and Eddie orbited around each other, acknowledging each other’s presence when needed. 

You didn’t think Eddie knew your name, just that he knew you existed. 

You didn’t think Eddie knew your name, until the week before senior prom. 

For weeks, you had watched from the sidelines as girl after girl got asked to prom. You didn’t want to go to prom, but something in you was telling you to go. You had bought a dress and corsage and planned to go to prom alone. To observe Hawkins High one last time. 

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” A voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you set your book down, looking up to find Eddie sprinting into the library. 

“You know my name?” You blink, your eyes wide in shock. 

“What?” Eddie skids to a halt in front of your table. “Oh, yeah, why wouldn’t I know your name?” 

“Because we’ve never talked before…” you frown. 

“But you know my name, don’t you?” Eddie teases. 

“Well, yeah, but… that’s different.” You mutter. 

“How is it-? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Want to go to prom with me?” He runs a hand through his hair. 

You freeze, looking at him. “What?” 

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” Eddie asks again, getting nervous. 

You look at him, a smile growing on your face. “I’d love nothing more than to go to prom with you.” 

———————-

#2 

You fix your dress, looking at yourself in the mirror. You smile nervously at your reflection, standing up. 

“Y/N? Are you ready?” Chrissy asks from the other side of the door. 

“Yeah.” You smile, opening the door for her. “I’m ready.” 

Chrissy beams, her smile practically splitting her face in half. “You look amazing.” She holds her arm out to you. 

You take her arm, walking down the stairs with her. “Is everyone here already?” 

She nods, smiling. “Everyone’s waiting on you.” 

You smile, squeezing her arm. “It’s finally my time.” 

Chrissy giggles, kissing your cheek. “Finally the bride. I’m so happy for you.” 

You smile, pausing in front of the set of big doors. “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“Believe it.” Chrissy sets her hand on the door, ready to push it open. “Here we go.” 

You push the door open with her, stepping into the room. You can hear the music playing and every head turns to look at you. Eddie waits at the end for you, tears in his eyes. 

“Go get your man.” Chrissy beams, gently pushing you forward. 

You smile wide, carefully picking up the ends of your wedding dress, making your way down the aisle to Eddie.

#aidia.fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[tokuvivor]

DuckTales Character Songs! (Part 1)

I’ve been trying to come up with something unique to do here on Tumblr. And it always sorta came back to this. A couple reasons. 1. I had my own radio show in college, so I already know what it’s like to try and nail songs down for what you want to convey. 2. Last year, I did a bunch of playlists for Weblena Week, and I’d say it worked out pretty well.

So, I give to you: my list of DuckTales character songs! Now, I’m going to be sticking to one song per character, ones that I feel suit them very well. I’m going to start out here with the 9 principal characters, then major recurring characters from each of the seasons, totaling out to 4 parts in all.

Of course, I can’t take all the credit here. I’ve done a fair amount of brainstorming on this before with @glowyjellyfish. That said, let’s get started!

Scrooge McDuck

Money (That’s What I Want) by Barrett Strong

The song is kinda self-explanatory. Scrooge is one of the richest ducks in the world. He has an entire building for all of his savings. Plus, this sums up his mindset at the beginning of the series really well, before he really let himself open back up to his family. And this version of the song just has the right swaggering vibe to it. Also, RIP Barrett Strong.

Huey Duck

Surface Pressure by Jessica Darrow from Encanto

Just like Luisa Madrigal, Huey has all of this pressure on his shoulders as the oldest sibling. Trying to live up to expectations. He wants to show Dewey and Louie that he has it all together, but sometimes, he just doesn’t. It all builds up until it’s ready to blow.

Dewey Duck

Hall of Fame by The Script feat. will.i.am

Dewey is a very grandiose character. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was his daily mantra or something. “You could be the greatest, you can be the best, you can be the King Kong banging on your chest.” He wants to be seen. He wants to be a legend.

Louie Duck

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

Louie is ambitious. He wants to climb to the top of the food chain. He wants to rule the world. He knows it’s not going to be easy, he’ll have a lot of competition, but he won’t let it stop him.

Webby Vanderquack

Roar by Katy Perry

This one has definitely struck me as a Webby-ish song for some time. Seeing this song from her point of view, I’d say she’s kinda facing her past (“You held me down, but I got up”). She’s been sheltered for most of her life, and now that she has all these new opportunities, she’s going to break out and take them.

Donald Duck

Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra

This song is appropriate for Donald in two ways. One, the fact that he was stuck on the moon during the second half of Season 2. And two, his relationship with Daisy. After all, it is kind of a love song, too. Plus, I can totally see Daisy envisioning Donald singing like Sinatra, considering that one scene in Louie’s Eleven!

Bentina Beakley

Have You Got It in You? by Imogen Heap

At least in my opinion, it’s tough to find songs that really fit Mrs. Beakley. But I think this song definitely works for her. A lot of the time, Beakley tries to keep everything together, but she has to deal with a ton of bullshit on the daily, so it can be hard. I think the line “Let me have it all, let me have a battle on. Easy target, look, can we just, just get it over with?” suits her because of her spy background, and the fact that sometimes, all she probably wants to do is snap on somebody, get it out of the way, and get back to her task at hand.

Launchpad McQuack

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

I think the title is very appropriate, considering that Launchpad is a pilot. I think the tone of the song, as well as a few of the lyrics, very much suit his carefree personality. Even though he doesn’t always keep his eye ahead, Launchpad likes flying or driving around without a care in the world. Especially with Mr. Blue Sky out and about.

Della Duck

Got to Fly by Marian Call

This song perfectly sums up Della’s desire to go to the stars, then being stuck on the moon, having the consequences of what she did hit her all at once, and then having her mind racing at 1,000 miles an hour over all the things she needs to do, especially after she gets back home (ADHD struggles).

So that’s it for now! Next time around, I’ll be doing major recurring characters initially from Season 1. In the meantime, let me know what you think of these!

#ducktales #ducktales music #scrooge mcduck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #donald duck #bentina beakley #launchpad mcquack #della duck #barrett strong #jessica darrow #encanto #the script #will.i.am #tears for fears #katy perry #frank sinatra #imogen heap #electric light orchestra #marian call #Spotify

[s0lar-ch3ri]

hey new draft making

i keep putting this off, but it today arrives! a ramble about ryan selucreh to fill tghe tag for once

(spoilers for mythborne ahead BUT ITS BEEN OUT FOR A WHILE FOR FREE NO PATREON REQUIRED PLEASDE CHECK IT OUT I NEED MORE MYTHBORNE FRIENDS IN MY JRWI MUTUAL CIRCLE)

so who even is ryan selucreh? well, hes a football jock and a big oaf, the stereotypical strong dumb athlete kid. however, theres more to ryan that we're diving into, years after the oneshot ended!

one thing to note on ryan is how his powers were gotten in a mix of ways aster and connor did. aster was born with them (assumed cause goddess mother), connor got them from a book (recieved from searching, wasnt born with it), ryan got his powers from squats. silly, sure, but like i said, its like the inbetween of the two. he has the power himself and doesnt need a book for them or anything, but he wasnt born with them either. i also wanna note how asters powers are like life (plants and the sun, both can symbolize life) and connors powers are like death (decay and disintegrating, both are related back to death), but ryans powers cant be "like" anything. its not something super showy, hes just super strong (strong enough to rip a mountainin half im pretty sure was confirmed).

lwts get into those comments ryan made, and how its reflected across the 3 episodes. yeah, the comments on faking his personality around people and how he doesnt know who he is anymore.

first showing of this is with the j crew. charlie gave a good idea (he was nicknamed jyan), but condi says he told them that. granted, it was probably to be funny, but theres other options to that. ryan missaid his name out of nervousness, the j crew misheard him, he wrote his name really wrong, so many different options that also are pretty comedic. yet, ryan told them he was jyan to join their team.

on the floatball jersey he wears, they didnt even have a 10 for him, simply a jersey with a 1 and a "poorly painted 0". did someone else use the 10? why didnt they have one? another way ryan changed for people symbolically, wearing one number but being another.

ryan joins in with the omnious curse speech despite it not being planned. an attempt to keep fitting in with his group there.

hell, ryan even was an ass to connor before when he was with the j crew, yet wasnt when he was with connor and aster alone.

he even goes out of his way to try and save asters dad, an act of carrying for her and her father. hes such a friendly and caring dude that hes trying to fit in with them all to keep up their friendships.

thats what makes the whole "i dont have a real personality" line mean so much. because he really doesnt. all that can be seen as his personality is simply to appeal to another person.

HELL IM FUCKING CONNECTING IN THE FACT THAR RYAN WAS A HISTORY MAJOR TO THIS! WHO EXPECTS THE JOCK TO LIKE HISTORY? NOT ME, I THOUGHT THAT WAS CONNOR, AND THATS WHY ITS SO INTERESTING, CAUSS NOTHING LEADS YOU TO BELIEVE RYANS INTERESTED IN THAT SHIT!!! ryan barely talks about his past or anything, minus the memory (but that was only to save professor aeliana), BUT HE DIDNT FUCKING BRING IT UP. kinda ironic, the character whos past is pretty unknown is in classes learning about our past.

oh yeah did i ever mention his parents are dead? cause they are (confirmed by condi a while back)

maybe thats why he tries to be so appealing to everyone, to make up for that missing link. i mean, its not like that event wouldnt have some impact on you (also no jrwi pc has gone to therapy from what i know so safe to assume he has no coping skills PLUS ITS A CONDI PC YPU THINK HES MENTALLY STABLE??).

another thing i learned: ryans last name is a backwards hercules. fun call back to the name, yeah, but the actual story may have some weight here...

the screenshot doesnt give the full story, of course, so i will. the picture leaves out how the reason he went through hardships was because he was driven to madness. according to research, hera was mad at hercules being born (for he was the product of zeus and a mortal woman), so she made him go crazy and slaughter his family. to make up for it, he was given 12 impossible tasks to do.

am i saying the full story applys? hell fucking no! i dont think ryan killed his parents or anything, but i think the jist can apply. a man trying to be forgiven by people for wrongdoings that wouldnt have happened if said people didnt make those wrongdoings happen. ryan trying to get the validation of his friends and acquaintances by pretending to be someone hes not, which wouldnt be needed if he could see friends accept people as themselves. given impossible missions (be someone else) to appease those who he looks to (whether its to the side or up to).

another thing to note is theres no episode cover with only ryan on it. cover 1 has all 3, cover 2 has background faceless frat members and connor, and cover 3 has only aster.

it could be from how there was only 3 episodes of mythborne, yet this could be solved by having all 3 in a cover at once. while it would have been a lot, they had all 3 in the first and a total of 4 characyers in thr second cover. this of course was a purposeful choice, and it shows in a way who the focus is meant to be on in that ep (all of them, connor, aster).

so why coupdnt ryan have been focused on in episode 1? yeah he was directly related to the chaos (j crew being first vicitms and shit), yet that clearly had a more general showing. its because ryan isnt a character who can be focused on. he crutches to his friends like a team relys to eachother, thats how he has purpose, thats how hes even a person.

i woulsnt even doubt the stupid bit being an act! to play in a sport, you actually do need good grades (in my school experience, above a C+ in all classes), and ryans been on this team since he started college (infered from dialoge with j crew member), probably since kindergarten even (has known j cre since kindergarten). he learnt it from them, and found it to be a possibly appealing trait of himself to others, everyone likes the lovable idiot! sure, what he does to play an act can be extreme, but if this is really thr coping mechanism i think it is, its not too much for him (also wanna note how of all characters ryan is the biggest stereotype caharacyer).

the 3rd episode btw seemed a lot from the cover and namr and all like the whole world was a fake (for me atleast), and isnt it fitting that ryan was the first to fall off the stage? the man, who had an identity crisis outloud for once after it seemed like one friendgroupd was about to learn his secrets, the first to exit stage down (stage direction jokes). hes been playong a play himself for what feels like his whole life by now, he doesnt need a script.

i came in here to talk about ryan, put him under a microscope, see who he is. really, ryans a shell of a person, a muscle soulless being pretending to be a person someone can love and care about. maybe he too thinks about how connor had changed inside to save him. whatever it is, i think ive not learnt from this who ryan selucreh is, and maybe if he gets aomething like this, he can learn himself who ryan selucreh is.

#chilling in solar lights #jrwi #jrwi podcast #jrwishow #jrwi show #jrwi spoilers #jrwi mythborne #jrwi ryan #ryan selucreh #the rambler. #this took a turn for sure #oh well we gottaa #just roll with it #sorry #jerwee supreme

[shitpostingsystem]

bsd ramblings (season 3 and 4)

“is there really any value to this thing we call living?” dazai’s a mood

KID DAZAI AND CHUUYA OMFGOMFG

“what kind of suicidal punk are you” — chuuya to his future husband 

omg i love the sillies

mori sounds like the kurzgesagt dude ngl

THEY HATE EACH OTHER OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE

THE  B A N T E R

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

chuuya being a shortie is so fun. “i’m still growing” growing my ass just kiss dazai already 

THE ODA PARALLELS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

dazai you autistic motherfucker 

chuuya being a gang leader is fun

dazai is my silly

wait so chuuya’s technically 7 years younger than he actually is? 

gravity boi x suicidal manic, my favorite ship dynamic 

THE BABIS ARE SKKING THE BABIS ARE SKKING THEYRE DOUBLE BLACK WKEHRUEHUFUEBDHDHSBEH

when are dazai and chuuya gonna kiss dammit

THE SILLIES ARE BANTERING JEUDHWHSUHE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

WHY IS DOSTOYEVSKY SO FINE

dostoyevsky is so silly

i am in dire need of more pm dazai. i need it all. i need more. i crave my husband’s past life. i need to see him and chuuya kiss while wiping out their enemies. 

i can’t wait to write fanfic once i finish this show. i don’t wanna screw up anything canon wise so i’ll wait. i’ll watch all of the show plus the spin-off to get all the dazai i can. i’ve already pirated the movie, nothing can stop me now. 

dazai is a slut and i love him for it. this is actually canon (at least during his pm years he was) 

dazai x kunikida x chuuya

kyouka is my child, i love her so much 

I HATE FANSERVICE. I THOUGHT BSD WOULD BE THE GOOD ANIME WITHOUT IT

KYOUKA MY BABY IM SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS I LOVE HERRRRR

power of money?? real american o7 yeehaw capitalism 

bro just walked into someone’s home, sat down, and started laughing

“black daniels” HEY THATS JACK DANIELS

“hey poe!! it’s so nice to see you!!” JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO

the random ass fish-eye cuts in this show 😭😭

“OBJECTION!!” what is this, ace attorney???

i love how the superhumans are called gifteds, implying they’ve taken at least one honors/ap course. by that logic, i’m extra gifted (im in honors history and english) 

i haven’t seen dazai in a while wtf. where’s my husband?? i’ve barely seen kunikida, let alone chuuya. ok he’s here rn, prob won’t be for long 

ok but seriously mori is a pedo. elise is getting used even though she’s a fucking brat who gets what she wants

oh shit they got blew up

nvm 

DID AKUTAGAWA JUST NARUTO RUN

oh shit i forgot the catholic existed. puritan, whatever. same difference, both are culty at times

FUCK MORI. THAT FUCKING PEDO.

i think what i love about bsd is that the characters are complex. dazai can be considered a serial killer and definitely bad mentor to akutagawa but an amazing mentor to atsushi and is my husband

i love dostoyevsky’s english va. they did such an amazing job. 100/10 russian accent 

MY HUSBAND GOT SHOT OMGOMGOMG MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY

HI CHUUYA I MISSED YOU. AKUTAGAWA TOO HI HELLO 

RANPO <33 MY SILLY GETTING SERIOUS OOOOOO

HI KENJI IT’S BEEN SO LONG I HAVENT SEEN YOU

CHUUYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

virus cannibalism my favorite /j

kunikida has tear gas powers? what is he, a cop???

oh noooo a kid got shotttttt how terribleeeeee  /s

THE SAD AF MUSIC I CANT WHY IS THERE A CELLO HERE

oh that’s why, dostoyevsky has one

I LOVE GIN <33

kenji the silly!! 

“aren’t you the one who lost to dazai?” RANPO RUBBING THE WOUND IN DAMN

the music is autism frfr

KARL <333333

“if ranpo really were to die in that world though, what would i do with myself?” — edgar allen poe

katai’s dead? damn. rip ig

oh shit here’s the bowl cut lemon dude

the office girls are dating 

damn fukuzawa and mori had a past together

WHY DOES NATSUME LOOK LIKE WALMART HITLER 

dazai making his kids work together is gold

“what did you have for dinner last night?” “yes” GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

the classical music omg 

“you’re quite the rough ride, yknow” that’s what she said

“enough, you’re not paying for this ride” that’s what she said

incel (katai) isn’t dead 

i love how dazai is the mafia boss in a different timeline 

akutagawa and atsushi are so down bad for each other omg

my native english speaking ass hears theodore instead of fyodor. i’m pretty sure it’s the same but different languages but still 

dazai <3

ranpo <3

BAR LUPIN BAR LUPIN WJSBAJBSKWUSMSIMSJDBHSJSHSHS IM GONNA CRY 

wait so season 4 is fukazawa focused? dammit i wanted more dazai

HI RANPO MY SCRUNGO HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI

i fucking love ranpo. the silly 

he’s such a brat. good for him 

IS THERE A CULT????? LOWKEY LOOKS LIKE CHRISTIANITY ON STEROIDS 

oh it’s the play 

“there something everyone else gets and i don’t get it” RANPO MY AUTISTIC SCRUNGO <33 

ranpo my silly <33

honestly i keep forgetting they’re detectives

ranpo has adhd and autism 

ranpo got fucking bitch slapped i love him 

“as always, i have a hard time saying no to ranpo” ITS BECAUSE YOURE GAY POE

“but i got to see your rare, exasperated face so it was well worth the money!” poe you homosexual 

“are you that detective’s fanboy or something?” “no i’m his rival!” how about boyfriend? 

i fucking love ranpo omg 

NIKOLAI IS SO SILLY 

why can i handle anime gore but not irl organs omg

my gore levels are weird. organs and bodily fluids (beside blood) are a no-go but i can see a dead body no problem 

when did atsushi become op

“a total of 625 charges…” MY BABY GETTING ARRESTED NOOO

GOD I FUCKING LOVE NIKOLAI

wait so the ada is a front? wtf??

i’m so confused wtf is going on

the decay of angels would be a cool ass band name

ok so moot says ada is innocent and shit like that. i trust them.

teruko is my child 

everyone’s a shitty person i love them

HI CHUUYA OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

why chuuya kinda 😳😳

kunikida has ocd (i’m not projecting wdymmm) 

“i won’t let anyone mess up my schedule!” whole mood and a half there kunikida

WHY DOES THE FANDOM IGNORE KUNIKIDA BEING AN IDEALIST OMG

dazai <33333333333333333333

dazai and dostoyevsky are besties fuck you

“she’s so strong-willed! i love it!” MORI YOU PEDO

“Dazai is a good person SOMETIMES! But he’s also a criminal who has done fucked up shit! And he has a personality! He’s really smart! And lowkey manipulative to get what he wants! He’s not amazing!” my moot gets it!! 

morally dubious characters <33

i love yosano so much 

HI ANGO

i love lucy 

sticking out your gyatt for the rizzlerrr you’re so skibidiiiiiiii you’re so fanum taxxxxxx i just wanna be your SIGMAAAAAAAAAAA

sigma is so silly. i love him

dazai is a weezer fan

chuuya is a nirvana fan 

i’m terrible with names so i’m like “oh damn That Dude” both fictional and irl. like atsushi was Terrible Bang Traumatized Furry until i got his name 

i don’t even read omegaverse but every time they say sigma i cringe 

sigma has amnesia?? mood

bro’s a fictional character within a world of fictional characters 

dostoyevsky <3333

sigma named himself??? nah don’t even he was born with an ao3 account 

i don’t know shit about cosmetology but if i got ahold of sigma i would fix his hair

oh hey catholic scarlet letter man

if my beautician aunt saw atsushi and sigma she would take them out of the show, fix their hair, beat them up, and put them back as changed men 

I LOVE DAZAI OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN HIS VOICE GETS SUPER LOW AND AKENSISBIZHWHXHWBZUWBZIBQIXHWNXHD

WHERE THE HELL IS CHUUYA OMFG 

#bsd #shitpost

[vampiretendencies]

come out and haunt me, i know you want me — jj maybank࿐

summary; putting words in jj’s mouth after an unexpected pregnancy has you uneasy about the future of your relationship along with a gnawing emptiness of what jj will think. warnings; pregnancy, one mention of throwing up, suggestive, talks of sex, fluff, all of my characters are always aged up but they had to be in school for this so i set them in high school, as seniors, making them 18. this takes place somewhat in season 3, except JJ’s house never got the eviction notice and they went back to school. also mention of luke. did it this way cause i felt like i was i need of a new setting other the chateau (rip it will be missed :/) pairing; jj maybank x fem!pregnant!reader authors note; decided to put this one out, as i have gotten a lot of requests about dad!jj and i’m giving them a separate masterlist of their own. i figured they needed to be in order lol. so i guess in a way this can be considered the first of dad!jj series. cred to gif owner !

You’re spiraling over the life forming inside of you and JJ—oddly enough is fretting about his class project final. Something that would usually be of no concern to JJ, but he actually wants to pass senior year.

Building an ancient, time-consuming model of some old landscape and having an actual child were two completely different things. From opposite worlds and of varying natures.

Spontaneous cravings all the way down to a late period.

It’s instinct really, to skip school and confirm your suspicions— though, it’s pretty much certain. JJ caught on half way throughout the school day, so wrapped up in this project that he hadn’t noticed you slipping away. Sneaking out of the exit door after throwing up rancid lunch. If he was aware, there’s not a doubt that he would have followed. He was the one that showed you that escape route from the hell site on a monday long ago when school was too much to bare— that was when the two were freshmen, for now they are seniors carrying the weight of the future on their shoulders, including the plus one in your belly.

You’d sobbed profusely into your knees, they were pulled all the way up to your chest on that tiled floor. The detrimental pregnancy test, with two lines, is sat atop JJ’s bathroom counter, taunting you in a manner of ‘now you have to face me.’ Debating whether or not to take this as life altering or life shattering. You knew JJ like every crevice in the palm of his hand, but you could never be set on his reaction for something like this. Always prominent in his ways about 'being in this for the long run', could having a baby change that?

You had to tell him, there was no other way around it. For it's always been a do tell promise that nothing goes unsaid in the relationship.

"What the fuck am I gonna' do?" Is all that curses past your lips repeatedly through choked tears.

The tears are not for the tiny being inside you; its fear. The fear of the unknown, or the uncertainty. So young, so much ahead. A small sliver of a thought that maybe you'd have to do this alone.

Your heart almost falls to the heals of your feet at the doors opening and closing, and the throwing down of book bags. Shakily pressing your finger to the phone that's beside you, the time reading 2:30 PM, meaning school was over and you'd have to get your act together to face JJ. Whom, had left you several missed calls and text messages concerning your whereabouts. Even so, it would be of no surprise to JJ that you were here; basically, here every day and home when you had to be, that's how the story goes. It's imaginable that you'll be sticking around as often as you'd be able to, because telling your parents would indefinitely make them disown you. Having a baby with the Luke Maybank's son and the towns 'well-known kleptomaniac' wouldn't exactly be music to their ears. The only positive in that picture is that Luke's not around, you and JJ have been slumming it in his childhood home since. You'd helped him fix it up so that it would be 'livable', and he adored that someone would cherish him that much to do such things. He'll have another form of adoration, soon enough though.

"JJ, a beer is not gonna' help you get this shit done."

You could hear John B mumble at JJ, and as it would to most curiosity strikes. Taking in the push and pull of the standard refrigerator, not far away, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room all but feet away from each other. Easy access to eavesdrop and hear whatever words were to slither out of someone's mouth. God, you swore the walls were bound to cave in and topple atop of you. You picture John B's mouth agape and disgusted at JJ's lack of focus.

"Get's my brain goin', y'know."

His voice that you'd usually get giddy everywhere from hearing, is now taunting you; making your insides turn to mush. Quick to your feet, you clamp your ear to the chipped door whilst fixing your disheveled hair in the mirror, by tucking it behind your ear and wiping away the salty tears with pad of your thumb. Something JJ would do impulsively. As well as, the little pink and white stick that's knocking the breath from your lungs and tucking it in the back pocket of your printed shorts.

"You ready to start?" John B sighs exasperatedly. Aware that his best friend is never prepared for anything. You aren't sure of what they are 'starting' but you can't help but wonder if JJ's caught on, if he's noticed the tendencies you've acquired since becoming pregnant. Already being hesitant on telling him of the stick you peed on, or that this is going to dictate the course of the rest of his life. Is the new formation of hormones within you causing you to twist words or is it plain truth?

One could only hope.

"M'not even ready yet, need to do so much stuff before I'm ready."

It stings; like multiple daggers had been chided at your heart or a million bee's attacking. This only makes since that he's referring to not wanting to be a father, right? What else could he possibly not be ready for? It's assuming, it's jumping to conclusions, but right now it makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything else. JJ's capable of eons of things, being stuck with you and a baby for the rest of his life may not be in his peripheral. He's confirming it right now, you just heard it with your own two ears.

Unbeknownst to you it was a about a damn silly school project and that he would've stretched time and space to keep his profound little family in one piece. If only he'd known. If only you'd told him.

There were no supplies, no class instructions, to justify that it was only a monumental historic copy for Mr. Sunn's class. Just conversation.

You physically can't allow the words to come out of your mouth, for it will be in the form of word vomit after his resonating and everlasting statement. You can't face him, no, not about the life he helped form. Too soon, and too much. Selfishly, he's not ready but you want to hang onto him a little longer. With JJ is where you reside, and you desire to bury the love he's giving you and harvest it deep down; enough for two. He's not prepared, and all you're hearing is this is this the end of all you've ever known.

World record for misunderstandings.

John B was on the verge of speaking, yet he doesn't when the bathroom door creeks open. You appear in frame, a shell of the person you were moments ago, unevident that you'd shed enough tears for a small river. The hiding is beginning, you decide to swallow it down and keep it there. Dreaming up all the ways you'd have to conceal as huge a secret as this.

Trepidation; of JJ, and for yourself and the baby; blistering, mirroring that of an open scar.

"Is that my girl?!"

You're met with John B sprawled out on the vacant leather couch, another thing Luke destroyed alike with JJ. And, JJ's practically jumping from the recliner and swarming you in a hug that makes you form a half enticing grin whilst smothering you into his large chest. His sleeveless arms bulking in size at this gesture.

"Great, now we really aren't gonna' get anything done," John B grabs at his temples in annoyance. The partnered project supposed to be the focus of today. Conscious of the fact that anytime you are around JJ loses all logic because you become the center of attention. As if half his brain flies out the window he's so invested in you, rather than anything else. He gives up on any aspiration that this replica will be finished. You still saunter on about what exactly they 'have to get done', but they are almost always up to something. JJ's out of context words were what gave need be, and you were fixed on that.

"What happened today? Been thinkin' about you like crazy."

"Nurse sent me home."

You fib so harshly that is burns past your lips, the lie is so loud you're amazed he didn't see through it. You mumble into his chest has him releasing you, only to cup your cheeks in a squishing manner. He’s disastrously anguished to maul you with affection, but he decided to spare John B the show.

"Everything alright?"

And he tries to read your wandering eyes, but still taut eye contact is there so he thinks nothing of it. It is when you won't look at him that he's concerned, however you still do.

An 'act normal' practically engraved in your thoughts. When you really want to break away from his hold and run for the hills.

"Just a bad lunch."

"Yeah, that school meatloaf'll get you, baby."

Blonde fluffed out tresses catch glance and your mixed up mind is pondering on what color hair the baby will have. Will the small child be a constant reminder that their dad 'wasn't ready?" Stood together in the open space of his connecting hallway, you'll look back on this in utter agony.

"She told me to rest."

You mutter it softly whilst JJ has a stupid lovesick grin plastered on his face, peering down at you like you are his lifeline. And you're peering up at him, with a small glint and awareness that he'd be gone with the wind when you reveal the surreptitious unknown.

"Want me to come with you? I'll have this wrapped up in like ... five minutes," he's eager that you'll say yes, mustering a middle finger at John B who is sighing in vexation. What he would give to pass senior year, John B fully know's he'll have to beg Pope to do this for the both of them.

It's an immediate no, he's 'not ready', therefore a cuddle is the last thing that needs to happen. Maybe if you wouldn't have eavesdropped you could've just lived in ignorance bliss.

Though it was never the truth.

"No!," you somewhat interject, keeping the cause of all this in mind. "No J, m'really tired, finish what you were doing yeah?"

His grin immediately falls to a pout, he can't force you if you won't let him. Instead he says nothing, shaking his head 'yes' with knitted eyebrows. Pulling your cupped cheeks in closer to feather multiple light pecks to your hairline, each one more eternal that the last.

With recollection that you'd be gulping down this hard to swallow pill on your own.

Coping; all you can manage to do.

Between punching multiple hard to find holes in your bedroom walls and covering them up with posters to gut-wrenching, pillow-screaming whimpers.

How does one ever truly 'get ready' for bringing a new life into this sought out world?

You'd been wallowing in the despair of having to be both a mother and a father, with JJ saying such things— it's nearly certain he'll be out of the picture.

Alike with you, avoiding him on any given occasion.

Saturdays were date night and he consistently topped the last date, because even if schedules weren't aligning throughout the week he'd have that day to make it up to you, how ever he saw fit.

You ditched.

Texting something about, 'parents are on my ass, can't come tonght.'

On all occasions you found a way despite your parents thoughts, so JJ's suspicion is growing like immovable fire.

With that being said, a day later, he was secure in providing you with a loving semi-guilt trip, along the lines of 'if you don't come over tonight you are confirming that you don't love me anymore,' with a dauting smiley face.

Such a baby, unfortunate that he's not prepared for one because they would've gotten along just fine.

The reasoning behind why you are hopelessly distant from JJ in his twin sized bed. He's grumbling and mumbling after you pushed him away with a 'm'too hot right now.' Blankets thrown about in such a dimly lit room, his vivdly colored TV played a miscellaneous movie whilst his bedside table lamp joined in with its yellow toned rays.

His arms behind his head, colliding with the headboard in such a sensous way, shirtless figure scanning yours in yearning. Jesus, he just wanted to delve into your skin.

How could he ever resist you.

If he can't consume you with his fondling embrace, he will caress what's in reach.

Touching hard on his thoughts, whilst the likelihood of raising a baby on your own is arising in yours.

It's roaring loudly, along with the reality that you hid it from him.

What would've been the right thing to do?

A wash of panic prods, with JJ's lingering touch now against your skin. His digits dance like clockwork, ghosting your inner thigh. Before you can even retch out a 'stop' he's beneath the material of your old Bait Shop t-shirt that he lended you. Palming the skin expertly, and while he's at it he inches closer with his breath thick against your ear. Your mouth ran dry, lying still and flat in awkwardness, prying your focus on the random film. The small twin bed not giving you enough time or space to come up with another excuse.

"Missed you so much."

His voice is raspy against your ear, igniting every filament of your body that belonged to him. The hold he had on you, sickening and you are conversant with what's about to leave his mouth.

The more he keeps circling, and clinging to the small mound of your stomach, the more his mind goes blank. It had this particular bludge to it and he can writhe it beneath his fingertips. Horror fills your irises, whilst a bewildering form of fascination filled his.

There's no right way to ask as woman if their stomach has gotten bigger or if they've been eating more. That's like asking to get beat with a bat. You just don't.

JJ has foraged every unreachable portion that molds you and that ... that wasn't there.

That undeniable little Goddamn baby bump wasn’t there.

He’s studied you inside and out, and that just wasn’t there.

It’s freshly shaped and growing with glee.

His repeated motions are coming to a halt and they pause directly in the middle. Feeling for what he deemed this to be.

What the fuck? It runs rampant in his mind— not negatively he just doesn’t know what to think, how to say it, or how to not come off as a complete dick by asking what he’s about to ask.

“Your belly is more round than usual.”

Merely thought out, and not too harsh. Just stating the obvious at the rounded baby bump that’s colliding with his calloused ring-clad fingers. The entirety of his large hand sprawled out in separated fingers. He sits straight up, hairs on the nape of his neck screeched outwardly.

“M’ a bit bloated.”

You don’t take his words to heart as it’s obviously not from that. You smile, lying through your teeth once again. And JJ senses it, this is as pregnant a stomach if he’s ever touched one. His hands fall backward, beaming down at you in longing that you’ll change your answer.

“Bloated baby? That’s— that’s not … bloated.”

There’s no interest in continuing on with this facade he’s felt it, he’s not a complete idiot. What informed John B of chants wickedly and is beckoning you not tell him. You’ve found you way back to his room with reason, so what’s the use in hiding it anymore. The bump would’ve become more noticeable anyway, you couldn’t have gotten away with it forever.

“M’pregnant J.”

You are seated upward now, facing him whilst reaching for his large hands to take them into your smaller ones. Shared hands, facing eachother in criss crossed stances on that same old twin mattress. He shakes his head back in forth in disbelief— how is this real?

“W-what?! When did you find out? How?— shit. I mean I know how … there was the time in the bathroom at the Wreck … and that one time in the twinkie … and-and let’s not forget about the time in the kitchen-“

“J, that’s not important right now, focus.”

You remind in interruption, nagging off his antics about the shared sexual rendezvous. The only only thing … the only fucking thing JJ feels right now is sheer euphoria at the moment he gets to meet the little baby.

Always envisioning of being a father and giving his children all the love he had stored away from the beckoning of Luke. The love he got from his father was convenient love, and after every fight his dreams of the future family he could have grew tenfold.

“We’re having a fuckin’ baby?!”

The fact the you didn’t tell him beforehand is in the back of his mind, but he’s overlooking it in sheer elation. Joy for what’s to come. For even that promise to tell each other everything is not enough to ruin this moment for him.

“Yes, J.”

“Let me see!”

He’s anxiously lifting the bottom of the shirt up, revealing a plump baby bump purging outwordly. And a toothy shit eating grin is plastered on his sweet lips, awe is evident and he’s stricken with amazement. You couldn’t have asked for a better reaction, a better lover. Breezing past the part of him not being ready, because clearly you read into things too deeply if this is his truthful response. And it is, it’s so genuine you feel it in your bones. As he’s colliding his hands with your stomach once more, and connecting his lips with yours in celebration. Molding and mixing them together with ease, an effortless depiction of besot.

If only he could frame this and let it drift on for eternity.

“Carrying our baby so perfect, pretty girl.”

Letting this little heavenscent angel inside of you be a reminder that misunderstandings are a bitch.

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[safety-writes-noms]

Hello I noticed you got a lot of spider verse asks and not a lot about your ocs so I guess I’m gonna have to do the prying myself. How did unu and mark meet? Why does a god need an avatar? Etc. I am interested in your little guys

GASP MY FIRST ASK ABOUT MY OCS????? I was wondering if anyone actually wanted to know about them or if they just wanted to see spiderverse stuff (which I still love, the hyperfixation is still going strong)

Unu is a fire deity (or minor god, take your pick) whose main objective is to hunt down demonic creatures who have seeped into the mortal world from his world. Unfortunately he himself can only go down to earth for short bursts of time to eviscerate the monsters because his body isn’t meant to exist in theirs.

If he stays too long, things will start to get blurred, resulting in either the two worlds crashing into each other or completely ripping each other apart. His ultimate goal is to seal the rift to stop the creatures from spilling into the mortal world. He has to find the one on his realm and the on on earth.

The monsters also have that effect of essentially destroying earth except it’s a slower since they’re not as strongly energized as Unu. So to help, he’s enlisted humans (avatars) for the past few hundred years to aid him.

He gives them a small share of his abilities. Not enough to start ripping holes in the earth’s space but enough juice to kill the creatures (I haven’t thought of a good name for them yet :o). In return they get enhanced strength, longer life spans and some of his abilities (manifesting fire, some immunity to sickness, resistance to the sun/skin cancer etc.)

he trains them in the dream scape where his mental body and the human’s body can exist freely. It’s also how he introduces himself to them. If they agree to be his avatar, he bonds with them so he can transfer his abilities without them getting injured internally.

This csn’t really be reversed easily and almost always results in unu getting very attached to the avatar and being determined to keep them alive for as long as possible so that they can live happy lives once they stop being avatars.

Unu selects humans by their physical traits usually, but some humans can actually pass on the bond to other humans in extreme situations + they have to be close to the next human.

Now that I’m done with the exposition I can finally get to the questions you asked! Sorry for it being long :((. Anyway Unu’s past avatar, (mark’s older brother) died in battle with a pretty bad monster and mark happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, resulting in the bond automatically transferring to him bc of his closeness with his brother, roman, and the situation.

Mark and unu actually kinda hated each other at first, unu because he really misses Roman and mark was never supposed to be an avatar (especially since he’s literally 13 years old) and mark because he saw unu as the person who basically killed his older brother.

They met in the dream scape, mark agrees (forces unu to make him an avatar) to be an avatar because he wants to get justice for his brother despite unu’s insistence that he seriously shouldn’t (he can’t really stop mark since the bond is already in place.) eventually they get closer, talk out their issues, all the hurt/comfort. And mark gets better at fighting demons.

unu grudgingly trains him because he’s not asshole enough to send out a kid (even though he’d rather not send mark out at all) and plus in honor for roman since he does genuinely feel completely responsible and guilty for his death. Which is also why he trains mark really hard.

So sorry this is so long and probably kinda hard to get since I’m not good at explaining. Here’s a doodle :D I tweaked mark’s design a little bit and changed his hair since I didn’t really like it.

Unu actually can exist in a very watered down form of his on earth. Usually the impact is so minuscule that regular humans can’t see him, as shown in the doodle. He’s like a little ball of fire.

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #sw answers asks #ocs #Unu and Mark #nonsexual vore

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Go Rush's fifth arc is the worst Bridge arc so far by a country mile

(SPOILERS AHEAD FOR ALL OF SEASON 2. I TALK ABOUT THINGS AFTER THIS ARC IN THIS POST)

It's not even a contest. Every other arc (in both Sevens and Go Rush) was at least good, or knew what it was doing even if it was mid at times. This arc started fine, had a lot of promise even, but completely fell apart for a myriad of reasons but mostly two huge ones with far reaching consequences that at the time of writing this, Go Rush still hasn't fully recovered from even though it has since gotten much better.

And the downfall is so clear and so sudden that I can pinpoint exactly which episode it started:

Like I said in my designated post, this episode is a good Zwijo episode. It shows just how far he's come since season 1, which makes sense after he spent the past two years peacefully ending the Velgearian war alongside Yudias with rush duels. Everything Zwijo related in this episode is good. It's the fact that they made Manabu's character do an unprecedented 180 into alien murdering douche-baggery and constantly bullying him (something later episodes only double down on) that makes me despise it. It's not just the fact that they made him unlikable, it's the fact that the shift in character came out of left field and the amount of repercussions he gets compared to what he actually did is horribly imablanced against him.

Especially compared to someone like-

I'm not gonna sugarcoat this: I hate this character. He spends two years imprisoning every single alien in Mutsuba town regardless of whether they're a threat or not, even potentially attempting to kill the harmless Jersey aliens for no fucking reason in the arc's final duel, and turning people into cards to use for his maximums purely for his own gain something I don't think he ever undid since we don't know what people his TWO MAXIMUMS came from and no the next arc claiming he was manipulated to do this is not at all convincing and unlike every other villain, HE GETS OFF SCOTT FREE FOR ALL OF IT.

The Luge was turned to ice, temporarily as they found the cure for everyone but he still got a taste of his own medicine. Manabu gets viciously bullied for things that were demonstrably out of character. Zwijo... doesn't really get repercussions admittedly but had a whole season's build up to imply to he was not all bad. Plus he had far more compelling and clear reasons for what he did and he spent the next two years making up for it and showing that he'd changed. Hell, even goddamn Zaion and Kuaidul in the next arcs get repercussions. Zaion was taken into custody, then had his dreams granted then ripped away from him in the spacetime (not to mention what else he might go through in the upcoming ZaiLuge episode) and Kuaidul is, at the current moment at least, fucking dead. Kuaidul is dead. Why. Why does Phaser the actual canon racist murderer get off scott free and become a friend of the protagonists while Kuaidul dies a pawn of the creator?

....

Anyways..

There's a slight mention that Phaser was doing it to protect his little brother but protecting your brother from getting hurt does not translate into "imprison and attempt to deport every single fucking alien simply for not being from Earth". He legitimately speaks like a real life racist:

And in the end, he's just let off the hook after a wimpy ass apology and as the next episode reveals, even allowed to stay in charge of the MIK: the very company he used to gain his power and hurt all these people.

These Manabu and Phaser issues are my biggest problems with the arc, and their problems make four of the thirteen episodes outright bad and two of those episodes were the final duel which is honestly the most important part of an arc to get right. Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten back into Go Rush at all after this piece of shit arc if Galaxy Cup's finale hadn't been as special as it was.

There are other problems with this arc but they're all mostly confined to the individual episodes so I'll just quickly list them off as I've already talked about them in enough detail in other places.

1 Yuamu having so little of a reaction to Yuhi being carded it comes across as her not caring about him. Honestly her writing during the Yuamu vs Phaser duel is such a mess that it really muddles her character.

2 The cat episodes, while cute, being out of place tonally and dragging the pacing to a screeching halt.

3 Sevens fan service completely hijacking the plot to a distracting degree, particularly in Yudias vs Tremolo and the episode where they time travel to the Sevens time period.

4 The underlying idea that "only a maximum can beat a maximum" that undermines fusion and tribute summoning.

Nearly everything I liked about this arc was within its first half. I like Yuna's episode and think it added a lot of depth to her character, Ranran and Damamu's dynamic and roles in the arc was engaging and I consistently enjoyed them, Yuhi's arc wasn't as fleshed out as it could've been but it was at least cohesive and he's an overall likeable character here.

And the take I'm gonna get shredded for: I still like Tremolo. I liked him back when the arc first came out and I still like him now. In this arc at least, later episodes have had some implications that I hate. Still, even putting aside the fact that he's just kinda funny to me as I know that's subjective, his motivations are simple and understandable: "protect my brother the way he protects me." And I just found that engaging.

Overall, this arc is just flat out bad. I compared it to WRGP back when it first came out and yeah, I don't think that's too far off. They're both not quite as bad on rewatches, and have their moments but still bad overall.

#yugioh go rush spoilers #go rush spoilers #yugioh go rush #ygo go rush #go rush #rant #I really tore this arc apart #arc reviews

[clarasogatsby]

My First Fic: An Understanding

Ok, big girl pants on.. I am scared and proud to introduce part one of a twilight fanfiction I’ve been writing. It will be in two parts. I’ve probably been reading fanfiction for the greater part of 10 years now but have never written myself...until now.

I was inspired by @yoomiii123​′s fic “The Runaways” to write about Charlotte’s pov after Jasper joined her and Peter. Also a big thank you to @yoomiii123 for being my beta.

Let me know what you think!

Rating: T for suggestiveness. An Understanding: Part One

It was quiet.

The small railway house we stumbled upon three days ago had seen better days but it would do, to keep us out of the daylight. We decided to stop here in Delaware as Peter’s last feed’s newspaper indicated a sunny spell. 

I had mentioned my earlier love for reading to him once, while we still were with Maria, and now he always gifted me new materials. I smiled as I looked down at the latest addition in my lap: “Animal Farm”. I had missed out on literature in my new life, more concerned about survival and how to keep a low profile so not to make a spectacle of myself and be ripped apart. I shuddered thinking about the first year after my change. The last 5 years with Peter had been beyond incredible; the adventures, the stories, his laugh. But I felt apprehensive now, with our newest straggler.

“You should talk to her,” I heard Peter say from the attic.

No, I thought, you shouldn’t talk to her, she doesn’t want to talk to him. Peter had tried asking me to converse with Jasper days ago but I can’t bring myself to see past the vicious mangled vampire who caused so much destruction. How could I trust that he won’t fight me, or worse use his gift to manipulate me into trusting him? Even though I had only experienced a false sense of calm wash over me in the army, Peter had told me what a marvel Jasper’s gift could be…I had to disagree. Nothing from Jasper was a marvel. Plus, he had this aura about him. Dark. Solemn. I can only describe it as close to how I felt when Peter left me to go back for Jasper and my mind wondering to the what ifs..what if Peter never returned to me?

The tattered woollen blanket I sat on scratched my bare feet and distracted me from my thoughts whilst I continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“I think if she got to know you, it might make you both more at ease,” Peter offered. “Think about it”.

I heard the floorboards of the attic creak, making me aware that Peter is on his way down. I flicked open my book, pretending that I had been engrossed in the politics of George Orwell for a while.

Peter gave me a sly smile and eyed my book. “Don’t pretend that you haven’t been listening in this whole time, I know your curiosity Charlotte.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I coyly replied.

“Is that so?” He smirked, and reached for my book, and joined me on the settee. “Then tell me what this book is about? Huh?”

“It’s about…it’s about…Fine Peter! I confess, I haven’t started it yet.”

Peter came closer to me and pulled me into him. I curled up against his side and took comfort in his scent and the way his arm fitted strongly against my shoulders, always holding me, towering over me, protecting me. I know Peter never enjoyed the fight, but I was so grateful that he never made me fight, even against some of the more aggressive nomads we’d stumbled across in the last few years. Even though they were few and far between in the North. He always protected me, keeping me behind his back out of view, in times like that I adored our height difference.

Just when I was about to lean in further to him, he suddenly reached out and started tickling my sides. He was relentless, I was a breathless giggling mess, half heartedly shouting his name, my blouse ruching up, a memory of my mother telling me how improper it was for a lady to be under a man in broad daylight came up but I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind. This was Peter, my Peter, whose laugh could light up a whole room and whose eyes I could get lost in – no matter the colour.

“Charlotte’s a liar, her pants are going to catch fire”, he laughed whilst he tickled me.

“Peter,” I laughed, “Stop!” I giggled.

He did stop then, and he leaned down and lightly brushed my lips with his own. It was soft and sweet and so welcomed. Our newest tagalong made it impossible for us to get any alone time and I think Peter felt slightly guilty for indulging in happy moments when his acquaintance was so stale. Nor would the southern gentleman in him allow him to have me vulnerable in those moments in such close proximity to someone else. Moments that were just for him, just for us. However, I did get slightly indulgent, and kissed him back. 

That’s when we heard the attic door slam.

Peter quickly climbed off of me, smoothed out my clothes, held my hands and looked deeply into my eyes and mouthed “Please? For me?” and then looked past me to the top of the stairs. 

My gaze followed his and I saw Jasper leering at the top of the stairs before he began his descent. 

Peter squeezed my hands once more, then disappeared outside towards where the railway tracks met the treeline.

I stood up then, and almost followed him out of the house. Of course I would do anything for him but I wished he wouldn’t venture too far. I knew what Jasper was capable of.

“Charlotte?” Jasper said unsurely. He knew my name, but it felt so foreign coming from his voice. 

He had never uttered my name before.

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[munsons-maiden]

Hello, I've been lurking on your blog for the past days and it's my safe space and I want to say thank you for it 💟 I love your thoughts on Eddie and your stories, and I wonder if you could collect all your thoughts why Eddie could or couldn't be back? If it's not too much to ask 💟

That's very kind of you, dear. Thank you so much, and I'm glad to hear that my stories and blog can bring you some comfort 🖤

As you asked, I collected everything on-screen and beyond I thought about over the past few days - but bear in mind that this isn't a meta blog so I'm probably the wrong one to address. But I've given my best!

On-screen things that seem(ed) sketchy regarding Eddie's death:

From the beginning, everything foreshadowed Eddie's death as a hero ("There's no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today.", "I did what I always do; I ran.", "I ran away. I left her there.", "Outside of D&D I am no hero. I see danger and I turn heel and run.", "I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.") PLUS they even told us how it would end (the bat tattoo, the Duffer interview some time in 2021 where they said "a few of those bats won't do much. But if you got hundreds of them coming for you, they're absolutely deadly"). The only thing they didn't do was putting a sticky note with "I WILL SACRIFICE MYSELF" on his forehead. It was so obvious that 99% of the entire fandom was certain he'd die (➼ since it was so obvious that he'd die, I was certain he would live, if that makes sense. The Duffers love to make things obvious only to thwart our expectations.)

his death was utterly pointless and in vain. Yes, he drew the bats away from Dustin - but it made absolutely no sense to stop running from these things. Even if he was planning on sacrificing himself, continuing to run to draw them further away would have bought Dustin and the others much more time diversion-wise than facing them and going down. It made no sense, and it had no impact on the story or the outcome.

We discussed it yesterday on here: Hopper had a broken ankle, was completely weakened by his time in Russia and yet he fought a Demogorgon like it was nothing. Brenner, a grandpa at that point, carried Eleven, a 16-years-old, through an entire bunker and the scorching Nevada desert sun with missiles on his heels before his demise. Steve was attacked by the very same bats, while he was shirtless without any protective layers of clothing, and they ripped huge chunks out of him but he still fought like nothing happened only hours later. And Eddie, a healthy 18-20-years old young man, wearing protective gear he got from an army surplus store, went down immediately.

Eddie's wounds. The Duffers LOVE displaying gruesome wounds and showing long shots of the mutilated bodies of the characters they killed. They did the lingering horrible shots with Barb, Bob (his body being mauled by the Demodogs), and Billy (the gaping hole in his chest). They didn't do these shots with those who came back to life: Brenner, who was supposedly eaten by a Demogorgon in season 1, and Hopper, who was presumed dead after Starcourt in season 3. Eddie...falls in between. We see the moment the light leaves his eyes, but...we don't see any fatal wound. There's one on his throat, but he talks so much to Dustin still. Nobody with a fatal wound on their throat wouldn't be able to talk so much while drowning in their own blood. And the rest of his wounds? They're not deep or fatal enough to even soak the WHITE Hellfire shirt he's wearing. We - thankfully - never get a gruesome shot of his wounds or his body. And we know they never shied away from that, especially in ST4. Look at how they showed Max in Lucas' arms.

what bugs me: we already had a moment where two characters died simultaneously with one being teased to still be alive in a way, and that was Hopper and Billy. Hopper was teased to be alive in the season. Same with Max and Eddie: they died at the same time, but it's been teased already that Max could still have a chance. There was no hint that Eddie could return. None at all. And that guts me.

Brenner was eaten by a Demogorgon. We didn't see it, but it was canon for 2 seasons and they brought him back without any explanation, only a small facial scar. Wtf was that.

That "Two days later" cut. Leaving Eddie there might have been a forced decision by the gates ripping open but...that cut. Wtf. Is this Stranger Things or Spongebob??? If that wasn't intended to raise some suspicions and give them a way to retcon Eddie's death if need be, I don't know what it was.

Off-screen things which might be important to consider:

the Duffers have made a habit of introducing new beloved characters to kill them off and spare the main cast. It's exactly what we all dreaded when we got to know Eddie and all the foreshadowing trailing him like Vecna's very own curse.

Eddie was never part of any group promo posters like Argyle, who lived. But again...that's so, so obvious. It WAS basically the "I'll die"-sticky note.

sketchy: the amount of promotion, the effort to hype up Eddie before Vol 1 even aired. All the interviews Joe Quinn got to do with the main cast, the way the Duffers made it clear that Eddie was part of the main cast. The last new character introduced like that was Robin, and she's still alive. I was so, so certain that Eddie would join the main cast like Robin did in ST3; and it would have been a brilliant addition (I mean, neither Barb, Bob, Alexei nor Billy whose role was actually important and spanned over two seasons got an amount of promotion even close to that for Eddie). I don't understand the effort if they were planning to let him die all along. To make it hurt more? That's a waste, and it's cheap and bad writing.

sketchy: The interviews Joe did between Volumes. He implied on two different occasions that he'd be in ST5 (the whole "Charlie Heaton and me pressing for Eddie and Jonathan to meet in season 5" and "I've heard whispers about season 5, I'm excited about wht I've heard.") plus the whole "I hope they'll bring me back, I'd be furious if they don't" (which is the only of these three statements which could have been a joke). Link's here, if you want to read the article. It went so far that there was a huge amount of articles between season quoting him and being certain that Eddie would make it to season 5.

sketchy or probably just strange: the interview Joe did after Vol 2 aired. He's obviously as devastated and sad as we are about Eddie's fate, he even calls it weird. He states, again, that he'd love to be back but he has no clue. And he says he always had a feeling Eddie's story ended in ST4 (which, ngl, takes a lot of my hope away.) But he only learned about Eddie's fate way into filming, it seems. Of course they had a long break of filming due to Covid, so that's probably the reason he learned about it later on. We know the Duffers took the break to rewrite things...

there have been rumors - RUMORS! - about two different endings having been filmed for Eddie. If anyone knows anything about that or has links to interviews etc., feel free to share them

The Duffers saying they never thought that Eddie would have such an impact, that he'd be loved the way we love him

a shred of hope: they fell in love with Grace Van Dien and Chrissy, to the point where they teased they might have changed Chrissy's fate hadn't her death already been filmed, because they loved her and her chemistry with Eddie. It proves again that the Duffers are willing to change scripts and the fates of characters. (They did it with Steve and Billy and in a way Robin, too - but they didn't do it between seasons but in the process of making one season).

Plus Eddie's death was so pointless that resurrecting him wouldn't take away any character development or meaning. I even propose it would ADD meaning to bring him back. Let him wake up in the UD alone and rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the town he was ready to die for when they had nothing but hatered for him, let him crawl back to the surface and watch after all the lost little sheepies himself. Let him live as a hero, not die when there would have been noooo shame in running.

The sad answer is...I lost my trust in the Duffers and their writing skills. I think they wrote Eddie into the story with the purpose of killing him off as shock value, to raise the stakes for the main cast and rip out our hearts because ST4 wasn't supposed to have a happy ending and they don't have the courage to actually kill someone of their main cast.

But they misjudged the impact of Eddie's death on us, and the way it doesn't feel like a heartbreaking heroic sacrifice but cheap and pointless. That it isn't bittersweet but angering and simply sad. That they hurt a huge part of the fandom killing a character so many of us could relate to, in a series which, ultimately, is a series to celebrate non-conforming, the weirdos and nerds and freaks, the Eddie Munsons of this world and everything Eddie himself stood for. I know I'm not the only one whose love for the entire series died with Eddie.

So, the last shred of hope I have is for the Duffers to realize it was a mistake to kill Eddie and use the chance they got, since writing/filming for ST5 didn't start yet, and bring him back in season 5. Do what they couldn't do for Chrissy. But the question remains whether they see this chance, or whether they think they couldn't bring him back since he already died on screen.

But I'll cling to that hope because I seriously don't know what else to do. I'm sorry if that's not what you hoped it would be. But as long as season 5 isn't written and filmed, the Duffers still have the power. They're the Dungeon Masters of this game, after all. So, here's to hope 🖤

If anyone has additions, links, theories, I'd be happy to hear them! 🖤

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