#like he died thinking he was right and we never got to see that facade of lies crumble and aughhh. aghh!

[squids-and-waffles7]

thinking about the possibility of belos ending up in the inbetween realm after being stomped and finally getting what he deserves... 

[ ID: A digitally illustrated comic mainly featuring Philip Wittebane from The Owl House. The first panel on the first page is a birds eye view of the inbetween realm, with cubes floating everywhere and a slight disturbance in the water below. The second panel is a close up of that disturbance, which looks to be a whirlpool of some sorts. The third panel follows that, and Philip’s hand is shown forming on the water, with a ““splat” beside it. The fourth panel is a behind view of Philip kneeled over, head to the ground and face obscured. He is in his human form, like how he is seen in Elsewhere and Elsewhen, and is breathing heavily. The fifth panel is still of Philip kneeling, except he has popped up his head and is looking around. He asks, “What is this�� but is then promptly cut off by the next panel, which shows a grimwalker hand rising out from the water with a splash. He looks at this with a confused look.

The first panel on the second page is a close up of Philip’s face, a concerned and fearful expression on his face. He blurts out the word “No”. The second panel is spliced into three pieces, and each shows more dead grimwalkers rising from the water. The first shows another hand, the second a fully formed grimwalker with a broken mask crawling towards and reaching out to Philip, and the third yet another hand. The third panel is of Philip trying to back away by crawling while more grimwalker hands shoot up around him. He shouts at them, “G-Get Away!” The fourth panel is a view of Philip crawling back from behind, and a head of a grimwalker can be seen behind him. He yells again, saying, “I said-” but is cut off by the fifth panel where the grimwalker behind him suddenly grabs his arm. The sixth panel is of him looking over his shoulder, surprised. The seventh panel is an above shot of Philip sitting on the water, grinwalkers surrounding him and grabbing each of his limbs. The water swirls below him in a whirlpool motion. He shouts, “Get off me!! Go!!” The eighth panel is a closeup shot of an arm grabbing his shoe and pulling him down, the ninth panel showing the fear in his eyes.

The first panel on the third page is a wide shot of Philip being dragged down under the water, his arm straight up desperately trying to grab something. The water cascades around him, pushing him down even more. The second panel is a closeup of Caleb’s eyes, which are glaring with anger. The third panel is a below view of Philip being dragged down, with Caleb’s hand still tightly grasped around his foot. The fourth panel is a closeup of Philip’s eyes, which are staring in fear. The fifth panel is from Philip’s POV, where Caleb is seen still pulling him down by his ankle, glaring at him. Other grimwalkers are beside him, hands reaching up towards Philip to also help drag him down.

The first panel on the fourth and last page is of Philip being dragged down, a fearful and almost angry expression on his face. He screams, “Caleb! Let-” but does not finish his sentence. The second panel is of Caleb still glaring at him, not saying a word. The third panel is Philip looking at his brother with an unreadable expression on his face, as though he just realized something. The fourth panel is an above shot of Philip finally being dragged down into the depths Dr. Falcilier style, arm out stretched and he sinks. Broken masks of grimwalkers can be seen below him, pulling him down too. The last panel shows the surface of the water in the inbetweens realm, the surface still and finally tranquil. The word “Fin” is written at the bottom of the page. End ID. ]

#the owl house #toh #toh belos #belos toh #toh philip #philip toh #philip wittebane #wittebros #toh caleb #caleb toh #toh grimwalker #grimwalker toh #AA!! watching and dreaming was SO GOOD but i am a little dissapointed with the ending of philips and calebs story #like i get they ran out of time but i wish they did one last thing with caleb 😭 they built it up so much and then it just kinda went out> #> with a fizzle sobs. same with belos’ death like i love that he died pathetically but i wish he realized what he had actually done before> #>he died u know?? #like he died thinking he was right and we never got to see that facade of lies crumble and aughhh. aghh! #anyways drew this because if it is true that ppl who die in the bl end up in the inbetween realm they could hypothetically meet there #and that fact has me brainrotting SO HARD #owl house #my art #fanart #this is now canon <3 /j

[silent-stories]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: You visit Eddie at the hospital after the demobats incident.

Warnings: just fluff

You peeked into the dark hospital room with a smile on your face, trying to hide the horrible sensation you'd been feeling relentlessly for the previous few hours, waiting for a doctor or nurse to come out to tell you if Eddie was going to be okay. If he was still alive.

You were really scared that he could have died, that you would lose him and you never thought you could feel this way about someone you've known for so little time.

"Hey" You said walking into the room towards his bed. He was wearing one of those awful sort of dressing gowns that hospitals usually supplied, part of his face was covered in scratches and he had a tired expression drawn on his face. Even if you couldn't see it, you were sure that his torso and chest were covered in bloody bandages. "How are you feeling?"

Stupid question, maybe, but "I'm so glad you're alive I could cry right now" seemed too profound.

He looked smaller than usual, without his leather jacket and jeans with chains, more vulnerable without the clothes to helped him keep up the tough guy facade. Some people would say he looked less scary that way but Eddie never looked scary to you.

"Good enough for someone who almost died" he replied when his big brown eyes landed on you, an almost surprised expression painted on his face "You stayed."

"Of course I stayed" You said "we all stayed but then it got really late and the kids had to go home and they needed someone to drive them, so now Steve is also a chauffeur as well as a babysitter."

"Late? What time is it now?" He asked and you caught on to the fact that he had no idea how long it had been since he lost consciousness.

"It's almost four."

"In the morning?" he asked incredulously. You nodded.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, go home, please, I-"

"I haven't waited all these hours for you to send me home, Munson." You cut him off in a tone a little too harsh. You absolutely didn't want him to think he was a burden, you stayed because you wanted to be there for him. You had the impression that not many people were there for him, usually.

"Can I sit?" You asked then, softening a bit and pointing to the space next to him on the bed, he just nodded before silence fell between you.

You're sure at some point you let out a sigh of relief, after all that had happened you were grateful to know that Eddie was going to be okay and that everything was going to be fixed, somehow. Now that Hopper was back you were sure that if you and your friends explained the whole situation to him he would help you and be able to prove that Eddie was innocent.

"Can I ask you something?" he said after a few moments.

This time it was you who nodded.

"Why are you still here? I mean, you stayed even after everyone left, you're still covered in blood, you must be really tired and dying to sleep. So why did you stay?" He asked looking down, playing with the rings on his fingers.

You sighed. "We're friends. I care about you. I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up. After everything that's happened to you lately, you don't deserve to be alone. You didn’t even before."

He just looked at you like you were something weird or saying the craziest thing he's ever heard.

"We are friends." he muttered, repeating your words as if you had said nonsense.

"Of course we are." You tried to read his expression but you couldn't figure out where he was trying to say.

Didn't he want you to be friends or wasn't he used to people treating him like one? Had anyone even told him they were his friends? Did anyone ever tell him he wasn't a freak and didn't deserve even half of the bad things that had happened in his life? you find yourself thinking.

"Yeah, sure. I'm sorry. It's just that it's weird you know? A few days ago I never thought that a girl like you could even talk to someone like me and then everything happened and now you're here at tell me we're friends. It's weird, but it's- it's cool. Really. I'm glad you are here, Y/N." He finished the sentence with a chuckle.

You weren't exactly one of those considered "popular" at school, but certainly no one ever stopped you in the hallway to yell insults or you never found the words "freak" and "murderer" engraved on your locker.

Did Eddie really think you wouldn't be on his side just because he was considered one of the "outcasts"?

"No, you're right." You replied "I wouldn't talk to someone like you because there's no one else like you, Eddie. That's why I like you. The way people in Hawkins talk about you isn't fair. You are not mean or scary. You are not bad. Bad at school yes, but a bad person? No way. And you also almost died to save our asses."

He laughed and looked down. "It was metal though."

You couldn't help but smile and shake your head at his comment. "It was. But never try to do something like that ever again."

"Thanks Y/N." He added then.

"For what?"

"For everything. For being my friend. For staying."

You just nodded and reached out to grab his hand, his rings were a little cold against your skin, but you didn't really mind because as soon as you did that, a smile appeared on his lips.

Silence fell between you again -and probably also in all the rest of the hospital given the time- but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was calm, pleasant and somehow intimate.

The last thing you remember before sleep overtook you is Eddie's hand lazly playing with your fingers and yours drawing imaginary circles on the back of his.

"You think... that they're like together-together?" Mike asked Dustin the next day. Both were in front of the hospital bed, watching you and Eddie sleep next to each other. Eddie's arm was around you to hold you close to him, like he was afraid that if he didn't you'd disappear.

"Nah, they're just friends." Dustin answered with a note of doubt in his voice. He was a little mad at you for not calling to tell him Eddie was fine, but maybe now he understood why you didn’t. You and Eddie were like him and Suzie, just more disgusting.

"Mh, I'm not sure. Friends don't act like that, man."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie x reader #please be kind I wrote this in the doctor's waiting room :] #eddie munson fluff

[emjiroki]

I couldn't contain myself, I had to write something for Reo. He's been plaguing me.

Nagi's stepsis! Reader x Reo (kinda enemies to lovers sort of)

Wordcount: 1k-ish

TW: Dubcon (Reo is a perv and a little selfish and a lot impulsive), explicit scenes and language, all characters over 21+, this wasn't rushed but written pretty quick cause my brain was working for once. Hope everyone enjoys 💕 likes, reblogs, and comments always appreciated.

Reo always acted like he hated you, couldn't stand that you were even on the planet, despite being the one to insist on staying at Nagi's place. Where he knew you would be. Nagi's pretty stepsister who, Reo claims, is the bane of his existence; always arguing with him and being pouty like the spoiled brat you were.Nagi had explained to him on the ride over that you were just staying with him for a bit as you finished up the last semester of university before you moved into an apartment with one of your friends; But how was he supposed to keep up the facade and act like he wanted nothing to do with you when you were flouncing around his best friends house every time he showed up, with your glossy lips and gorgeous eyes that begged him to fuck your throat till tears were spilling from them. He'd never admit it to anyone but his favorite piece of material in his spank bank was a picture of you at your birthday dinner last month, wearing the tight houndstooth pattern skirt he had bought for you and and looking absolutely gorgeous in it. Had he handed you the gift bag and barely uttered a happy birthday before heading off to the gym with Nagi? sure but it didn't mean he liked you. Just... begrudgingly tolerated you. Despite stroking his cock till it was nearly raw every night to thought of fucking you full of his cum and make you his girl.

○●○●

Reo had been trying and failing for the last hour to concentrate on the game him and Nagi were playing online with Yoichi and Hayoma; but the only thing in his mind was you and that whiney voice of yours. Bratty. Pleading with "Shiro-ni" to let you have the big tv in the living room to watch one of your dumb movies, despite having a perfectly good fifty inch flatscreen in the guest room you were staying in to use. Reo couldn't help the way his dick had jumped at your begging, his breath stuttering as all the blood in his brain rushed south. He wanted you whiney and begging for him, tone dripping with lust and brain full of nothing but him.

"Died again. Damn it" Nagi groaned rolling his eyes when he Chigiri taunted him over the headset, "what is up with you tonight?". It took a moment for Reo to realize Nagi was talking to him.

"Huh? Nothing, what's up with you?" He retorted, shifting uncomfortably in the beanbag as his cock throbbed and strained against his sweatpants, "been letting us get our asses kicked".

"Me? You're the one over there spacing out thinking about my sister". Reo's heart began hammering in his throat and he could feel his face heating.

"Oh god as if" He scoffed, rolling his eyes and breaking contact to look away, "She's so goddamn annoying".

"Right, I know you like her dude" Nagi said simply, getting up to switch his controller now that the battery had died before the next round.

"Whatever, Im gonna go piss I'll be back" Reo said, his jaw tight.

"Grab those chips we got at the convenience store earlier while your out there". Reo waved him off as he shut the door but he would grab them anyway. He didn't actually have to piss, he just wanted to leave the room and break the tension, Damn that white haired bastard for calling him out and being right.

Reo didn't see you when he walked out into the living room, the last twenty minutes of your movie still playing and setting the room in a bright glow. It wasn't until he got to the doorway of the kitchen that he saw you, sprawled out asleep on the couch, the throw blanket you had been using falling off onto the floor and leaving your shirt rucked up and short sleeps shorts on full display. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized you were wearing one of the T-shirts he had left over here, an old one from when he was in BlueLock. The sight of your soft skin with the cotton pulled up, knowing you most definitely were not wearing a bra underneath, had his blood running hot again; saliva pooling against his tongue and his cheeks burning like open flames. 'Chips, get the chips' He chided himself, turning his back and going to the cabinet to pull the bag out. But then he was in the doorway again, bag lightly gripped in his hand as he stood there a moment, just gazing at you and wondering about everything wrong with him. Everything inside him that was shuffling his feet forward to get a look under your loose shorts, just a look. He'd just pull them to the side real easy and you'd never even know. He was on his knees at the side of the couch, chip bag forgotten on the floor, feeling equal parts shame and excitement as he hooked his fingers beneath the soft material; feeling the lacy edges of your panties. You were so warm under his fingers and it made him throb to think about how wet you'd be, what you'd taste like. He bit back a groan as he let his mind wander for a moment, thinking about how sweet you would be against his tongue and how much he craved it. Craved it like a dog. He couldn't help the feelings of shame dissipating as the mental image of you spread bare and dripping for him broke the last of his restraint. It would only be a taste, just to quell the urge and allow him a little self indulgence. That wasn't wrong right?

Reo was still delicate as he moved your shorts and underwear to the side, not wanting to risk waking you by trying to take it all off, his bright purple eyes taking in every bit of skin he could see until he finally had your pretty pussy on display.

"God, angel just look at you" he murmured just below the volume of the tv, inching his face closer to your exposure until he brushed his nose against the wiry hairs at your mound. He was fulfilling every fantasy he had the moment he sucked your clit in against his tongue, running the slippery muscle up to nudged at the sensitive little bud before dipping down to taste at your entrance, your body tensing beneath his hand lightly on your hip. He couldn't get too greedy, not wanting to wake you but also so so desperate to make you cum so you'd drip against his tastebuds. He tried so hard to be gentle, delicate and light with his menstruations but the more of you he tasted, the drunker he became; vision growing hazy and his moans getting harder and harder to hold back. He was trying so hard not to buck his hips, to not cum in his pants like some inexperienced teenager, rolling and suckling your clit with his lips and tongue stimulating you so much your hips began to unconsciously chase his mouth anytime he attempted to pull away, which only drove him more crazy. You wanted him, you needed him,at least that's what his fuzzy brain was screaming. Craved him as much as he craved you for the first time and his animal brain wasn't about to let up and disappoint you. He needed you to cum for him, needed it like his lungs needed air, and any thought other than getting you to that high was irrelevant; his cock heavy and leaking through his underwear a distant thought. Drool was smearing from his lips against your puffy clit and the light rub of his teeth against your sensitivity had a breathy moan gracing his ears. Reo thought he had died and gone to heaven when he felt a hand card through his violet hair, and not that you had awoken when a desperate groan had spilled from his lips and vibrated against your pussy. He didn’t stop, trying in vain to gain his breath as his heart sat like a rock in his stomach and he was barely able to look up knowing that you would be looking at him.

"Reo?" you mumbled sleepily, pressing up against his fervent mouth even as uncertain butterflies burst through your stomach. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his face as he grunted a confirming sound, not able to tear himself away even as he gained the courage to flash his gaze up to you when you didn't push him away. The stars in his eyes were infectious, addicting in a way you weren't expecting as he looked at you; his pupils blown wide and expression pleading you not to reject him as he pressed closer to devour you and bring you to your high. You were a lot closer than you thought, the feeling of him spitting messily against your clit sending you over the edge with a cut off moan, your hand clamping over your mouth so as not to alert Nagi, your legs tensing around Reo's broad shoulders and shivers running up your spine. He eased back just as your toes uncurled, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs and smearing your slick against your skin and across his chin. You giggled breathlessly, focusing on the feeling of his shallow breaths and the softness of his hair beneath your fingers.

"Reo, if you wanted me so bad all you had to do was say pretty please" You admitted quietly, watching as the purple haired man smirked and bit your flesh teasingly before shouldering his way past your thighs till your legs were around his waist and his lips were hovering over yours, the pussy drunk look on his face only sending heat to your core again. He kissed the corner of your lips and then your cheek before trailing down your throat to your pulse point, a shaky breath and groan fanning your skin.

"P-Pretty Please"

#I CANT HANDLE HIM HES TOO MUCH #hes pussydrunk and loving it #obsessed #reo mikage smut #bluelock smut #reo mikage #em talks 👄 #em writes ✍

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

I think that despite the amount we meme the unforgettable opening scene of yttd, what with the iconic ‘do you know what a majority vote is?’ that we never really talk about the true purpose of it.

We see that scene before we know ANYTHING about the other characters, even sara and joe. And right at the end of course we hear the gunshot and see shin’s face after the talk with shadsou. We don’t know the context of it yet, but as the player we IMMEDIATELY know that this man cannot be trusted. Or even that it was us that he shot in some type of vision. And we know the stakes are already high because someone already died seconds ago. We don’t know then that it’s actually from his perspective and not ours.

So when we as the viewer see him all sweet and friendly the first assumption is ‘this is a facade, and soon enough he’ll reveal his true colours as the antagonist. If I’m not careful, he might shoot me like he shot me at the start.’ Sara doesn’t know this, but we as the player do. So we’re satisfied when we’re proven right even if it irks us. And even if we know that what we saw at the start was shin’s first trial, the cgs at the start of the chapters, like gin strapped to the wheel at the beginning of 2-1, keeps us guessing of whether that might actually happen or not.

What we don’t really talk about is that the opening scene also works in reverse. And it’s EXACTLY the way shin views sara, down to a T. He sees simulations of her killing him, and before he’s even met her for the first time he’s thinking that this girl cannot be trusted. And when he meets her and she’s friendly his first assumption is ‘this is a facade, and soon enough she’ll reveal she’ll true colours as the villain. If I’m not careful she might stab me like she stabbed me in the simulations.’ Even the nightmare we see from shin at the start of 2-2 parallels that questioning of ‘Is that stabbing going to happen?’ And from the cgs we got from Nankidai, it just might.

And even when we already know shin sees sara as the villain in the logic route, as bad as even midori, I don’t think he’s going to be as satisfied.

#it needs to be talked abt more fr #Nankidai is a masterful writer fr #yttd #sara chidouin #your turn to die #shin tsukimi

[melusinealarice]

I saw someone ask for this, and I want it as-well so Im writing it

Finnick and reader (y/n) screwing in the arena as a “fuck you” to the capitol.

A final, fuck you

Annie doesn’t exist, quarter quel, no established relationships, just enemies to lovers, sexual tension and an axe to grind

Warnings: cursing, smut, angst, hunger games so yk, violence, mentions of prostitution, porn with a little plot, If you wanna skip there I’ll put a huge red heart right before ❤️❤️‍🔥🩷❣️

Backstory: reader is 23, district 4 won 70th games, family was killed,

“Look at you,” you turn around to see Finnick, and turn away covering your eyes. “You know there are children watching this Odair, wanna put some clothes on? Or leave anything to the imagination?” You say, “ouch, feisty.” He retorts, tossing a sugar cube up catching it between his teeth. “What are you? 12?” You say rolling my eyes at him. God he is such a peacock, and it pisses you off so much. He just thinks he is god’s gift to man. “12 inches deep in your mom.” He says playing into the character. You try my best not to laugh, and Finnick can tell, “you wanna laugh and you know it.” He says, a smirk on his face. “Funny, hilarious actually, it almost made me not want to kill myself.” You roll your eyes, regaining your composure. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we, who would be the pretty girl on my arm?” He says eyeing me up and down, “we are wearing the same thing (y/n). You have no leverage here.” He says. “Yes, it seems ive lost my clothes, usually its just you dressed like a whore, i mean if the shoe fits.” You fire back, now it was your turn to smirk, “what? Cat got your tung?” His face falls, he looks, angry? He pulls you in so no one else can hear him. “Look (y/n), you dont know shit.” He whispers harshly, his grip on your arm tightening, his nails digging into the skin, you like the feeling. “So i’ll give you a warning, shut the fuck up.” He finishes before pulling away, his facade back on. “After you m’lady,” he says, a fake smile that looks teasing now, as he holds out a hand to help you into the carriage.

After that interaction meals are quiet, you had quit trying to talk with him, focusing on the task ahead, getting out of that arena, one way or another.

“(Y/n)?” Your stylist, Ines says snapping you back to the present, “what?” You ask. “Never-mind,” she says, waving if off. You’re about to enter the tube that will take you to the arena. “30 seconds remaining.” The speaker says. I step into the tube. “Good luck,” Ines says. “20 seconds remaining.” “Thank you,” you reply, “10 seconds” the tube closes, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” You start to move up. Sun hits your face, as your eyes ajust to the light you look around. Water, you’re completely surrounded by water, well, you know who this arena favors. You get ready as the count down starts. “60 seconds” you look around, Beetee and Chaff are on either side of you. “50 seconds” you look at the cornucopia, you’re facing it’s mouth, there are throwing knives relatively close to you. “40 seconds” you look for Johanna, the two of you made an alliance, she is your best friend and if you’re dying you wanted it to be with her. “30 seconds” you spot her, she is already looking at you. “20 seconds,” you get ready to dive into the water. “10,” you’re shaking, “9” This is really happening, “8” fuck. “7” just get to the cornucopia, “6” Dive as far out as you can, “5” get onto the rocks, “4” run as fast as you can, “3” dont trip “2” you’re ready, “1” shit. The cannon booms, you dive in, you pull myself onto the rocks and start running, not looking anywhere but forward. You make it to the cornucopia and grab the knives and the belt. The first cannon goes off, you look for Jo, and spot her, you run towards her, “Fight them off, Ill get Beetee and Wirus!” She yells, you throw your knife, it finds it’s way into a tribute’s chest, cannon, you throw a few more. “LETS GO!” You shout to Jo, “ok come on follow me!” She starts down a strip of rock, you dive in swimming along side her. You all make it to the beach and run into the cover of the jungle.

“Ok wait stop.” You say after a few minutes of running, “lets stop here and talk strategy.” “Good idea,” says Jo. “I think we should play evasive until we have no choice.” Says Beetee. You all agree. After a minute or two of talking Blight talks, “ok, lets keep moving, we’ll walk as far into the jungle as we can.” He says, “alright, take the lead.” You say, motioning for him to start. Jo and you bring up the rear, half defending half talking and joking. “Would you two focu-” blight starts to say but he is cut off. “RAIN!” You scream, tilting your face to the sky, but something is off, Jo notices it aswell, you all exchange confused looks. “Oh shit.” You say with Jo. Suddenly the ‘rain’ turns into down pour, but its not rain, its blood. Thick hot blood. You can barley see in-front of of you. Jo grabs your hand “RUN!” blight screams, starting to run forward, you start to follow as best you can but he hits something. It throws him back. “WAIT WAIT! STOP!” Beetee screams, “its a force field, other way!” He screams, the cannon goes off. “Damn it!” Jo screams, you turn around. Stumbling blind, you trudge through the jungle, only knowing where the others are by hearing their voices. “THE BEACH! I SEE THE BEACH!” Jo screams, and you follow her voice.

You get to the beach around the same time as Jo. You hug each-other, a few seconds later Beetee emerges with Wirus. She is freaking out, you all are covered in blood. As Jo tries to coax Wirus out of the tree line you are checking the surroundings. “JOHANNA!” You hear, you turn drawing a knife, its just Finnick. But you dont put the knife back tho. “FINNICK!” She screams back. He starts running to her. Sometimes you can’t believe they are friends. As you look past, you see Katniss and Peeta, you clutch your knife tighter seeing she has her bow drawn. Johanna starts explaining the situation to Finnick, but Wirus starts getting on Jo’s nerves, who is already stressed out and pissed off. “Tik tok, tik tok,” she repeats over and over like a mad woman grabbing Jo. “OKAY OKAY!” Jo screams pushing her off. “Hey, HEY, LEAVE HER ALONE!” Katniss screams running up and pushing Jo, she draws an arrow. You look around, Peeta, perfect! You draw your dagger and before anyone can react you put him in a headlock, holding the dagger to his throat. “HEY!” You scream, Katniss turns, aiming her bow at you.“Let him go.” She comands, as if she has any authority in the situation. “Leave Jo the fuck alone, we just ran through fucking blood!” You yell back. She fires her arrow, but you dodge out of the way taking Peeta with you. “Shoot it again, I fucking dare you! This time, I’ll move lover boy right in the line of fire, try me!” You scream at her, pressing the knife harder into Peeta’s neck. He puts his hands up in surrender. “Woah woah, calm down.” Finnick says stepping in between the two of you. “Dont tell me to ‘calm down’! SHE HAS A KNIFE TO PEETA’S TROAT!” Katniss screams at Finnick, “How about we all put our weapons down,” Peeta says, pleading to Katniss. “Shut up.” You sneer, moving your knife to tilt his head up. “Ok look, Katniss, she just thought you were gonna hurt Jo, are you gonna hurt Jo?” Finnick asks Katniss, telling her the right answer, “No.” She says, arrow still in place. Finnick exhales, Katniss must realize your too good to be stubborn with. “See, now, (y/n) let Peeta go,” he says. “I’ll drop my dagger, but im not letting him go till she drops the bow.” You drop the knife. “Katniss, will you please drop your bow?” Finnick says, he knows, you’ll kill him, right here, right now, and that’s exactly what he needs to not happen. She drops her bow. “If you try anything I swear to god i’ll snap your fuckin neck.” You whisper in his ear, he nods. You let him go, with hands still in the air he walk to katniss. “Okay, good, we’re all stressed lets just cool off,” Finnick says walking to you. “Im fine,” you say grabbing your dagger. “No your not, your mad and you’re gonna do something stupid.” He says grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. “FINNICK! FINNICK WHAT THE FUCK! PUT ME DOWN- I SWEAR TO GOD ILL KILL YOU!” You scream squirming around. “Calm down” he says dunking you in the water a few times before straight up dropping you into it. You stand up, wiping the water from your eyes, still pissed off, just at him. He laughs, “god you know, you look so… cute when your mad.” He says, still laughing. “Oh fuck off Odair.” You say turning away from him. You wash the blood off as he turns and walks back to the beach. Jo joins you, washing the blood off her. Once you are both done yall go back to the beach, sitting together on the sand.

Some time passes, “Im gonna go get water.”you say getting up and walking into the jungle. Really you just wanna be alone for a little. It peaceful until you hear a scream, it’s Katniss’s name, but its not a tribute. “PRIM” you hear her scream in the distance, shit. You try and ignore it, not your circus, not your monkeys. You hear another scream. “FINNICK!” “FINNICK HELP ME!” What? But thats not possible, you’re not screaming. But its your voice. “(Y/N)” you hear him scream back. “DAMNIT ODAIR!” You scream to no one in particular, your circus, your monkeys. You run towards the screams but run, into a wall? But it’s clear, and it doesn’t throw you back like the force field did with Blight, you cant hear any screams anymore. “(Y/N)! Over here!” Jo beckons to you. You walk over to her. “What is this?” You quickly regret asking as Beetee starts going on about some science stuff. “Okay, okay.” Jo says cutting him off. You look to see Katniss on the ground covering he ears as birds swoop in. “Jabber-Jays, DAMNIT, I HATE SNOW! FUCK YOU, CANT YOU JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY! HOW ABOUT YOU COME DOWN HERE AND WE CAN FIGHT YOU PUSSY!” You scream up at the sky, Jo is smiling, Wirus is mentally gone, Peeta is staring at you like you’ve lost your mind and Beete is just not saying anything. “Finnick flipped out when he heard your screams,” Jo says sitting beside you. Finnick is currently on the ground as well, but he looks up for a brief moment, long enough to see you, and you see some of the worry in his face leave, you look back at Jo but he stays staring at you. You look at Jo, a look of confusion on your face but you know exactly what’s going on because you’ve felt is aswell.

❤️

The hour is up, you run up to Finnick, holding his head, “shit, im so sorry” you say, he straightens hugging you back, it’s strong, and he smells like the ocean. Katniss is worried about her sister, “they aren’t gonna do anything to Prim.” Peeta says. “He’s right ya know, the whole country  loves your sister, if they ever did anything to her, forget the districts, there would be riots in the damn capitol. HEY HOW DOES THAT SOUND SNOW? WHAT IF WE, WHAT IF WE SET YOUR BACKYARD ON FIRE? YA KNOW YOU CANT PUT EVERYBODY IN HERE!” Jo screams, waving her axe around. Katniss and Peeta stare at her in absolute terror, its almost funny. “What? He can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.” She says, “im gonna go get some water.” She leaves. “Lets go scout out the area Finnick,” you say. The two of you get up and walk away. You walk for a few minutes in silence before Finnick breaks it. “Im so fucking ma-” but you cut him off, backing against a tree and pulling him with you into a kiss. Its rough and passionate but hungry. “Fuck,” you pant out. “God you’re hot,” he says kissing down your neck. “Wait, what about the Capitol?” You say before he draws a whine from you, sucking on a sweet spot. “Fuck them, now they’ll know how I really feel.” His voice is low and raspy, his eyes filled with lust. You pull his zipper to the wetsuit down revealing his abs and arms and fuck, he might be god’s gift to you. “Is this really, the best, place?” You say in between pants and moans as he peels the wetsuit off your body, grabbing your breasts and massaging them, making you push back into the tree throwing your head back in pleasure. “I dont want to die never having done this with you sweetheart.” He growls into the crest of your neck. “Mhm oh god, me neither.” You say as you feel his bulge against your stomach. On instinct you start to grind on it. “Fuck thats it.” He says, groaning as he throws his head back in pleasure, “please,” you whine, he brings the rest of your wetsuit down and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You shimmy his suit down the rest of the way, pulling him out. He groans at the contact, “Fuck, you’ve hardly touched me and look at how worked up I am,” he says, lining up with you. “Oh darling, you’re so fuckin wet for me” he coos, running his tip along my slit eliciting a whimper from you as you grab his hair. He pushes into you with a groan. “You feel so good (Y/n)” he says, moaning your name. It sounds so right coming from his mouth. You clench around him and he lets out a loud groan, his nails digging into your arm, you like it, so much more this time. “Fuck, Finn,” you whine out. “Yea good girl, say my name, tell them all who’s making you feel so good, im making you mine (y/n)” he groans, thrusting into you faster and your moaning and whimpering around him, he feels so good, so so good, “so so so good, finn, mhm dont stop.” You whine out, yanking his hair harder, closing your eyes. “Open those pretty eyes for me,” you whine in protest, “now or I stop.” He forces your eyes open, looking into his as he fucks you harder, hitting all the right spots, getting all the best noises. You can feel how close you are, and so can he. “Finnickk.” You whine out, “I know, me too,” he grunts out, moving his hand to rub your aching clit, “yes, right there, please oh god oh god FIN!” You cry out as you cum for him, “fuck sweetheart you sound so pretty, you feel so good.” You whine and your hips buck up trying to get away from the overstimulation, “Finnickkk, please I can’t,” you whimper out, still shaking from your first orgasm, “Im close sweetheart.” He says his pace picking up, his fingers still working your clit. He hits the spot deep in you that has you seeing stars. You moan his name, as a second orgasm hits you, “Oh god Finnick, finnick,” you moan his name like a chant it feels so good, “Im gonna cum (y/n)” he grunts out, his thrusts getting sloppy before he cums inside of you, moaning your name and burying his face in your neck as he thrusts in a few more times. “God, you did so so good sweetheart” he pants out.

You both regain your dignity before turning to face up and flipping off the world. A final fuck you to the capitol.

The end, hope you liked it ❤️

Funny story, as I was writing the smut while my playlist was on shuffle, Ronan by Taylor Swift started playing, so I had to take a break and cry. 😃 so if the smut sucks thats why, it killed my mood. Then my cat came in and needed my attention.

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[doctorreidswife]

Take My Time - Spencer Reid

CW: SMUT 18+ ,,,,,, mentions of drugs/addiction struggles, canon adjacent violence, angry spencer, oral (fem+male receiving), fingering, pet names (sunshine), degrading name-calling (whore, slut etc.), rough sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex (piv), slight choking, spencer does aftercare<3

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You and Spencer never really got along. You were aware of what Spencer had been through, his struggles with Dilaudid, but that never excused his shitty behaviour towards you. You were a sweet individual, forever smiling and ensuring your team were okay. Whether it was small check ins or leaving pick me ups at their desks, you were their sunshine. Spencer on the other hand, hated that about you. He couldn't stop hating how you could still smile like nothing happened and how you could forget so easily. Why couldn't he stop hurting for one moment and just forget? 

"Hey Sunshine, you okay?" Derek asked, slouching in his chair at his desk that was right next to yours. You turned around with a smile on your face, despite the obvious exhaustion. 

"I'd be a lot better if I wasn't woken up at 4am for a case, but y'know.... shit happens." You chuckled. Derek laughed, scooting his chair closer. Emily joined your duo, rubbing her eyes. 

"I hate early mornings." She grumbled .

"Yeah, we know. You're a woman of the night." You joked, narrowly escaping the smack Emily aimed for your head. Spencer scoffed as he walked past. Your eyes followed the man for a moment before you turned back to the other two. "Guess we better get up there and see what our case is." She grabbed her go back, heading up into the conference room where JJ and Hotch were waiting. 

** 

"Three victims, two male, one female. All three died due to asphyxiation, hands and feet tied." JJ said, flicking through her slideshow of photos. You stifled a yawn, rubbing your eyes as you listened to her talk. At some point you could feel a pair of eyes on you. When you turned your head, Spencer was staring at you with a scowl on his face. You stared back at him, your eyes boring into his, the tension thick between you two. You could cut it with a knife. 

"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said and stood up. It took you a moment to register what Hotch had said and to draw your gaze from Spencer, but when you did, you grabbed your bag and left the room, desperate to get away from the man who had stared you down for the majority of the meeting.  **

The plane was silent when you got on it. Everyone decided to take a power nap before hand, exhausted from being woken up so early. You sat up, flicking through the case file, Spencer sat in the seat diagonal to you. Once again, you could feel his stare but you were too focused on the case. You could see him squirming in your peripheral vision, eyes locked on you. You sighed deeply, closing the case file and putting it on the table in front of you. "What is you issue, Reid?" 

Spencer scoffed out a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake the rest of the team.  "My issue? What is yours?" You rolled your eyes. Of course he would try turning this back on you. 

"You're the one that's been staring me down like I'm some sort of prey. So either you have some sort of weird obsessive crush on me or you just have a staring problem." You spat out quietly. You were sick of being on the receiving end of Spencer's hostility. His face contorted into one of disgust. 

"You're not right in the head. You have this fake facade that everyone falls for. You're the not smiley, happy, angel everyone thinks you are." He said. "You just hide behind a smile because you think it'll help you progress in this industry."  "It's flattering that you think I'm gonna get promoted on just my smile alone, but I am actually smart, Spencer, believe it or not. Just because you have a 187 IQ doesn't mean you're the only person with brains." You stood up, walking away. He boiled you blood sometimes. You opened the door to the plane bathroom, planning on hiding out in there for a bit. A body was suddenly pressed up against yours, a hand pressing to your mouth that immediately muffled the squeal that escaped your lips. The bathroom door was shut as you were pushed into the bathroom, the body still pressed up against yours. 

"If you really had brains, Sunshine, you would stop running that pretty little mouth of yours." Spencer spoke lowly in your ear, manhandling you to turn you to face him. You didn't get a moment to register anything; Spencer pressed his lips roughly to yours. You wish you were able to say that your first kiss with Spencer was a pleasant, romantic experience, but this kiss was angry, hateful and the entire thing was full of clashing teeth and invasive tongue. Spencer pressed your body against the wall, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave a bruise. Your hands travelled up to his head, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and hear it drumming in your ears. You pull away for a second, heavy breathing filling the small bathroom. You looked up at Spencer through your eyelashes and he looked back down at yours, nothing but rage and lust clouding them. 

"Who knew the innocent ray of Sunshine could be such a whore, hm?" Spencer chuckled, looking down at the you as you deeply inhaled and exhaled. You face scrunched up and you coughed up a scoff. 

"Fuck you." The words were like venom on your tongue but was almost a plead. 

"Get on your fucking knees and open your filthy mouth." He shoved you down. You obliged, sinking to your knees, becoming eye level with the bulge that was constricted by his work pants. His nimble fingers work to undo his belt, shoving his trousers down to his ankles, his boxers following quickly after. His cock was considerably larger than you expected, veins running from the base up his shaft to the angry, red tip that was already leaking pre-cum. Spencer looked down at you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other guiding his cock to your lips. He rubbed the tip against your lips, smearing the salty liquid on you. "Open up." He tapped his tip against your lips again before you parting your lips and wrapped them around him, letting Spencer push himself further into your mouth. A small groan escaped his lips as he pushed his dick into your mouth, trying to keep quiet. You breathed through your nose, relaxing to try not to gag and choke on his length. "That's it, dirty girl." He slowly thrust his hips, letting the you hollow out you cheeks for him. Despite your current burning dislike for the man, you didn't hate the way he tasted, you could suck him off until he's begging for you to stop. 

He pulled his dick from your mouth, grabbing your arm and yanking you up. He sunk to his knees, pushing you up against the wall, grabbing your exposed thighs, uncovered by the skirt you wore. You shuddered as he pushed the fabric up your legs, trailing sloppy kissed on the exposed skin, pushing your legs further apart. "Spencer..." You gasped. He looked up at you, smirking.

"You gotta keep quiet, otherwise you'll wake everyone." He said before his attention turned back to you. He lifted one of your legs, putting it on his shoulder to give him better access to your dripping cunt. He chuckled, running his fingertip along the edge of your soaked panties, teasing. "God, do you hate me? Are you sure you're mad at me? Because your pretty little pussy is telling me otherwise." He pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, eliciting a quiet moan from your parted lips. "You are just a slut, aren't you Sunshine... you're a desperate little slut." He moved his thumb ever so slightly to create the smallest bit of friction. Your hips jerked slightly, biting down on your finger, small whimpers escaping your lips to try and coax the man into doing more. He pushed the soaked fabric aside and groaned as he admired your slick covered folds. "Y'know, this has got to be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen... I wonder what you taste like," He mused, lifting his head closer to your sex. 

"Please-" You begged and almost instantly a moan was drawn from you lips as he pressed his mouth to you. His tongue dragged right up your slit, all the way to your clit, moaning into you at your taste, flicking his tongue over your clit. "Spencer!" You gasped, leaning your head back on the wall. Your hands gripped his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth, moans slipping past your lips. He brought a finger up pulling his mouth away momentarily, teasing you with his finger before pressing it inside of you, curling it to hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he drew back his finger and pumped it back in with a second doing the exact same thing, curling his fingers inside of you, the pads of his fingers hitting the spongey insides of your cunt that made you squirm. Heat pooled in your stomach and the walls of your pussy contracted around his fingers which made him move them faster. His lips pressed to your clit, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. Your legs shook with pleasure and you chanted his name over and over again as the heat in your stomach grew larger. "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!" 

Spencer chuckled, pulling his mouth away once more. "You gonna cum pretty girl? You gonna cum because you're a filthy slut who gets off to being treated like shit?" He cooed teasingly. You nod desperate for your release. "Go on, cum for me Sunshine." Once again, he suctioned his lips back to your clit, drawing you nearer and nearer to your orgasm. Your legs felt like jelly as your orgasm came crashing down on you in white hot waves. Stars dotted your vision as your eyes roll back into your head, legs threatening to give out on you. Spencer held your body to the wall to keep you upright, fingering you through your orgasm, eyes trained on your blissed out face, lips parted, heavy pants filling the room as you tried to keep your moans to a minimum. You hadn't even gotten a chance to recovering from the earth shattering orgasm Spencer had just given you before her was turning you around on your wobbly feet and pushing you against the sink in the small room. He bent you over, his cock still an angry, red and leaking, rubbing it up and down your slit. "I wish I could take my time with you sweetheart, but someone's gotta show you that acting like a brat won't get you anywhere." He grabbed your leg, holding it just under the knee, guiding his cock to your dripping hole. 

"Fuck you Reid,,,, fuck you." You gasped, knuckles white from how hard you were gripping the sink. Spencer chuckled, his tip prodding your entrance. 

"You are-" He couldn't take it any longer and pushed inside of you right until his hips connected with your bare ass. Both of you let out a moan, mouths open as Spencer bottomed out inside of you. "Oh fuck, baby, your pussy's fucking choking me," His hand slid round to your throat, pulling you up so your back was pressed to his chest. You turned your head to look at him and he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he pistoned in and out of you. You brought one hand up and wrapped it around his neck, tangling it in his hair, the other bracing yourself on the wall. The lewd sounds of him fucking you filled the room alongside the harmonised of both of your quiet moans. His cock was stretching you out, hitting you in places no man has ever hit before. Your walls clenched around him and Spencer buried his face in your neck. "Shit sweetheart, holy shit, I'm gonna fucking cum." He groaned against your skin, biting down on the flesh of your neck. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening again at his voice. You'd never realised how sexy it was before. Rough and low. His breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine, tugging at his hair. 

"Gonna cum too-" You mumbled,  his brown locks twisted in your fingers as you lightly tugged. He ripped your hand from his hair, bending you over the sink again with his hand over your mouth, relentlessly fucking into you. You cried out into his hand, eyes wide. His other hand trailed around your waist and between your legs, harshly rubbing at your clit. Your head clouded as he fucked you dumb, the only thing you could think about was how good his dick felt, scraping at your walls. With one particularly hard thrust, Spencer hit just the right spot that has your crumbling. Your body convulsed as you came hard around his dick, moaning out into the hand that was pressed to your mouth, your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock. It took a couple more thrusts inside your pulsating pussy before his dick was spurting thick, white ropes of hot cum inside you, filling you. He moaned into your neck, the arm that was reaching down to you clit wrapping around your waist to pull you right against him. You booth stood there, leaning against the sink, heavy breathing, brains fogged with post-orgasm haze. You didn't feel Spencer pull out of you or quickly dress himself. You didn't really register him wiping your legs and throbbing sex until he was fixing your underwear and skirt. His hands fell to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into you. 

"Are you okay?" His voice was different. No longer rough and low, it was soft and gentle. You leaned back into him, letting out a shaky breath. 

"Yeah, I'm okay... are you?" You asked, eyes closed. He pressed his forehead to your temple, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek. 

"I'm okay love... don't you worry about me." You were both silent for a moment, processing what had happened. It was almost overwhelming. "I'm sorry." He mumbled quietly, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you." 

"It's okay Spencer." You breathed out, bringing a hand up to gently caress his face, turning so your foreheads were pressed together. "It's okay." One of his hands came up and gently took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your head back slightly before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies. This kiss was significantly different to the previous ones. It was loving, caring. 

You didn't quite know what this meant for you and Spencer, but you knew one thing for definite. 

You wanted to do this again. 

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[passcode58]

Not Requested |

Fluff |

High School Gojo Satoru x reader | Comfort

Warnings | Manga Spoilers

"Oh baby, my sweet pretty baby."

Hands hooked under his chin, you pulled the boy's delicate forward, pressing a gentle kiss upon his appled cheeks. Gojo's lips turned down, forming a saddening pout as he sat with an empty seat next to him. It was hard, you know. Grappling with a series of unfortunate and life changing losses.

The day he stumbled into your work, blood and terror on his face you knew something was wrong. He couldn't even utter a word. That was not Gojo Satoru, and you felt cold creeping in. Something on this earth scared Gojo, something struck terror within his soul. Then he told you…he was killed. Not harmed, killed. His life…the everlasting debate of many men and philosophers alike— The teenage boy right in front of you faced death, you fell to your knees, your hands shook and your heart stopped. Gojo died, and if not for a last ditch effort he would still be dead. Then, his friend— his one and only walked out of his life.

Now you were left with him and his attempt to live with reality, as he also struggled with being a father of two. You just wanted your friend to get a break, but life had other plans. His composure barely broke in the past but he seemed to be struggling as of late and you couldn't blame him because you felt that way too. Something even sex couldn't solve, as you'd come to discover your numerous hookups failed to prevent your deep plummet into insanity and repair your broken soul.

"My love." Tender, sweet and filled with patience you thumbed at his cheeks and coaxed his eyes open. Once they opened you were met with a deep ocean blue, and the sorrow of incomprehensible proportions. It shattered you, and your hands shook. This wasn't pity, you'd never pity this boy, he was deserving much more than that. "My angel, my beautiful angel." 

"(Y/n), I don't think I can do this."

"Baby…"

"It hurts so much, I feel so stupid, I feel so sick. I'm the strongest, so why do I feel so weak."

"Baby, even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes…you need time to heal."

"But I'm not a soldier, I'm a sorcerer. There is no time, not for him, not for anyone… what if, what if something happens to you tomorrow? I'd be all alone, (Y/n). I can't do this. I need you, I need him, we should have been together…that's what w— we promised." 

It hurts to see him like this, broken and hurt, you wanted nothing more than to console him, but all you could do is sit at the desk and pull him into your thigh as you combed your fingers through his hair.

Gojo was a child at heart. Mature beyond his years, after facing a sickening reality and having the weight of the world placed upon his shoulder. You weren't even in his league, in his world or in his universe. Yet he always gave you his heart, his full, sheltered heart. Something he kept rather close to his chest, locked deep away and covered under a carefully crafted facade. 

"It's okay baby, shh…it's okay." thighs wet with tears, you felt yourself slip a bit. You missed his voice, his touch, his smile, his scent….his voice…his beautiful voice. He would sing to you at night with his ridiculously alluring voice. You called him a siren, but you'd willingly drown if it meant you got to hear his sweet melodies. Now he's gone, and you don't know where. 

It's just the two of you, Shoko distanced herself considerably and you didn't want to burden her, so here you are.

Gojo lifted his head, eyes red and puffy as he leaned forward, in your space.

"I hate this, but…don't get me wrong. People like you make life worth living. I don't always think about others but I don't want to give you the impression..that I'd leave. I won't."

"I know you won't, angel. I know. Let's…go to your room, yeah?"

"And will you stay with me?" His lips graze the surface of yours, and you could never say no. "I will, always will. Let me dry your eyes. I love you, I hate seeing you cry, Satoru. My heart is forever intertwined, your pain is mine, your joy is mine, your agony, your regret, your triumph. You may feel alone, but truly, I am by your side. Till I die." His voice perished among the emotions that rushed over him. He falls forward into your chest and sobs gently. He's barely able to stand as you let him lean over, it's uncomfortable but you don't care. "(Y/n) I love you. I love you, I do– I swear to god."

"You don't have to swear to anyone, I know you do…and I love you too. We can do this…even if it hurts and kills us inside we…we're the strongest— you forbid yourself from uttering those words. So instead you settled for, "We have each other."

For all the world has to offer, none other mattered more than Gojo Satoru. 

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[wee-chlo]

EPISODE 7&8 SPOILERS AHOY

But also spoilers for Hazbin Hotel in general, specifically Alastor and His Whole Thing, What's His Thing?

Okay so, for everyone's pondering: An alternative interpretation of Alastor's Verse in the Finale song.

This place reeks of death

There's a chill in the air

And I barely escaped being killed by a hair

"Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends"

Sorry to disappoint

That is not where this ends

I'm hungry for freedom like never before

The constraints of my deal surely have a back door

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings

Guess who will be pulling all the strings?

I'm going to throw some stuff at the wall and see what sticks and in so doing, I'm going to write speculation as if it's fact. Bear with me.

Alastor craves power because in his experience, power is freedom. Power is having control over others, which means they don't have control over you. Alastor always, at all times, has to be the most powerful person in the room in some way, shape, or form, or at least feel secure in the feeling that he's the most powerful person in the room.

His pathologic need to smile at all times points to this too: he has to have the upper hand. He has to be in control. He can't show emotion, he can't let his enemies or his friends know exactly what's going on with him.

The only time we see him actually, legitimately losing control over himself is his verse in the finale. Right after he almost dies a second time. Right after he has to flee. Right after he loses the source of his power.

The second his microphone is destroyed, he's easily defeated. All his power is gone. That microphone is the source of it, the tool through which he channels either his power or the power given to him by his deal (I think the latter is more accurate). And the second it's destroyed, he's powerless. Possibly the weakest person on the battlefield. Everyone else is holding their own but him? Immediately struck down and forced to run. You could say "well, any other demon would have had to run or die too", and I'd say exactly. Alastor doesn't want to be the same as any other demon. He wants to be the most terrifying thing in the room, in the building, on the battlefield, in Hell.

And when he runs, everyone assumes what happened. Everyone has their own views on him, their opinions. He doesn't control anything about that situation. He doesn't control the fight, he doesn't control the narrative. When Vox was chattering away about him, it was a simple thing to take over and put him back in his place. When Husk disrespected him, he lashed out and made sure that Husk remembered who was the stronger of the two. Even Charlie's more positive view of him is largely orchestrated by him; she doesn't have a view that's counter to his own intentions, at any rate. Suddenly, and for a brief moment, everything about himself is out of his control.

I think this is why he looks so unhinged singing the line about how he's an altruist and died for his friends. Because he didn't, and it doesn't matter that that's a nice idea, a positive view, that it makes him look good. That's not what he wants. It's a story that's outside of his control and just the thought of that sets his teeth on edge.

I think when he sings about the constraints of his deal, he's singing about the loss of the microphone specifically, as well as the deal broadly. Because if I'm right and the majority of his power hinges on that microphone, it's broken and he's without that power. Which means that he's running on his reputation and little else, and it's only a matter of time before that facade is torn away.

So he's got to figure out a way to circumvent his deal, or at least the constraints of it, the details, or else it's all going to fall apart. The fact that he needs the microphone to use his powers is the proverbial "clipping" of his wings.

Alastor's Verse in the Finale is him on the borderline of a nervous breakdown because not only did he almost die, which is bad enough on it's own, but suddenly every little bit of his control over the situation, both figuratively and literally, is slipping away and he's scrambling to figure out how to put it right again.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin alastor

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Steve's Vecna Vision

The angst continues! This is kind of based on a prompt from @newtstabber. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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They were all in Max’s trailer trying to come up with a plan to kill Vecna. Robin was ranting, the kids were talking over everyone, and Dustin was being bossy as per usual. Meanwhile, Steve was tuning in and out of the conversation. The bites in his sides throbbed with every heartbeat, his head pounded mercilessly, and the ligature marks around his throat pulsated. He was trying to push through the pain and stay strong for the rest of the group but it got harder with every minute. 

He tuned back in as he heard Dustin call Vecna/Henry/One defenseless. 

“Defenseless? Yeah? What about the army of bats?” He pointed out, gesturing to his own cut up neck. 

“Right, true. We’ll have to find a way past them, distract them somehow,” Dustin nodded as if his plan wasn’t a suicide mission.  

“And uh, how do we do that exactly?” Eddie asked, wiggling uncomfortably in his seat.

“We give up Steve,” Dustin said matter-of-factly. 

Steve’s head snapped up to look at him, “What?”

“We don’t really need you, Steve. This isn’t a basketball game or a ride to the arcade so you’re kind of useless,” he said monotonously. Dustin’s face was as calm as ever and looking around to the other faces in the room, they looked the same. 

Even Robin and Nancy appeared as if they were considering the idea. 

“Dustin? What do you mean give me up? Is this like a bait situation like the junkyard, what do you mean?” Steve asked him desperately, he was begging for any other explanation than the one that was forming in his mind. 

Was his life really so meaningless that the kid he considered a brother would sacrifice him just like that? He didn’t even mention any other possibilities, his mind went straight to ensuring Steve’s death. Wow, great friend that kid. 

“C’mon Steve, you’re the only one who no one would care about if you died. Your parents haven’t been home in what, eight months this time? They won’t even notice if you don’t go home,” Steve’s eyes narrowed at Dustin. He never told him about his parents. 

He looked around the living room of the trailer. All of his friends looked like them but there was something off. Robin and Eddie were completely still. They were never completely still, too full of energy to never not be fiddling with their hands or talking  a mile a minute. And Robin wouldn’t entertain the idea of using Steve as bait. She was his Platonic with a capital P soulmate, there was no way she would be letting Dustin talk to him like that. 

“Vecna? Or do you go by One? Henry? I don’t really know what to call you.” Steve spoke with confidence but the anxiety running through his veins only made his body hurt more. 

“Steve Harrington, how do you know my name?” A booming voice trilled around him. 

“It doesn’t matter how I know, we’re going to stop you.” All of a sudden, the facades of his friends disappeared and in their place stood a towering figure. His body was shed of skin, fully exposed muscle and gore. His hands were elongated fingers with claws still dripping with the blood of his past victims. 

“You cannot stop me. But you’re welcome to see what will happen if you try.”

Then, Steve was alone in a darkened version of the trailer. Vecna/Henry/One was gone. The sky outside was dark and thundering with flashes of red lightning. Animalistic squeals filled the air, all too reminiscent of the bats that had decided to make Steve their chew toy just a day prior. He was in the Upside Down. 

Steve didn’t even have a chance to try and find a gate or start singing his favorite song in an effort to lift this curse. He didn’t even know if this was real or if he was having a nightmare. He didn’t have time to think about anything before he heard screaming. 

“HELP! STEVE HELP! STEVE!”

“Dustin? Dustin?! Where are you?” Steve couldn’t tell if this was real or not. But he could hear Dustin screaming for him amongst panicked cries filled with pain. So, he ran towards him. 

What he found would forever haunt him. Dustin was surrounded by demobats, he had his spear in one hand and a shield in the other but they were useless against the sheer force of the hungry bats. Steve watched in slow-motion as the first bat circled its tail around Dustin’s neck and pulled him to the ground. He couldn’t speak as the other bats latched their razor sharp teeth into his neck, his chest, his abdomen, and his limbs. 

By the time his feet unfroze, it was too late. Dustin could hardly breath through the thick blood he was coughing up and half of his body had been mauled beyond repair. Steve could do little more than cradle his head as he tried fruitlessly to put pressure on the wounds. 

“Dustin, oh my god. Dustin! I’m so sorry, Dustin. Please stay awake, I’ll get you out of here. Please,” Steve begged him. 

“Steve, this is your fault,” Dustin whispered. 

“What-” He asked brokenly. 

“You-you killed me, Steve. You killed me…” 

“What? No, no, no, Dustin! I didn’t do this. Please, wake up! Stay awake Dustin, come on. C’mon Henderson, wake up! Please!” Steve screamed and sobbed, he begged for him to come back. But Dustin was gone and he was right, it was Steve’s fault. Because he had frozen when Dustin needed him which cost him his life. 

It felt like years that Steve sat there hugging Dustin’s body, crying brokenly in the face of a pain he never thought he could feel. And when he looked past Dustin’s body back towards the Munson trailer, he saw the mutilated body of Eddie Munson laying there. He’d given his life to protect Dustin’s but he’d failed in his quest. 

A new wave of tears started for Steve and he screwed his eyes shut to avoid looking at the bodies of his friends that he never wanted to see. 

~*~*~*~

Steve felt a pulling sensation in his chest before he fell. His stomach dropped and he gasped before falling to the ground where he hissed in discomfort as a white-blinding pain swept through his wounds. 

“Oh my god, Steve?” Dustin pushed past Nancy and knelt down beside him. “Steve, is it the bites? Do you have rabies?”

Steve flinched away from his comforting hands and burst into embarrassingly loud tears. Dustin was alive? He sobbed with a force that shook his entire body and it only got worse when he looked into Eddie’s panicked eyes. Eddie was alive too?

He avoided their prying questions and shrunk away from their searching hands. He didn’t deserve comfort, not after what he’d seen, what he’d done. But he couldn’t shy away from his best friend. Robin fell to her knees at his side and pulled him into an all-encompassing hug. He would be okay. He’d get over this, he’d try to forget the horrors he saw, and he would kill that bastard if it was the last thing he did. 

(And it would be.)

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Chapter 106-2 thoughts

sorry this is LATE but this chapter did horrible things to my brain so let's all yell about it under the cut.

Daikoku continues to be the best character. And the Kofuku/Daikoku reunion I feel kinda got swept under the rug with everything else that happened but I'm glad they're back together. Even if the circumstances are less than ideal.

But before I move to talking about other reunions under less than ideal circumstances,,, I'm glad the shinki have rallied. It goes along well with the manga's message that shinki are responsible for shaping the morals of their god, and I would really hate to read a manga that ends with a massacre of the human race, besides.

On to the Father section, the meat of this chapter, I wonder why Kaya is nowhere to be found. Though her death was sudden, I suppose she didn't become a shinki nor an ayakashi, so Father's dimension can only create a facsimile. So was she satisfied with her life until that point? Or was she so afraid of Father she didn't want to become like him? The latter seems more likely to me.

The parallel between Father looking for Kaya to Yato wanting his shrine hurt me deeply. The difference, though, is that Father would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, whereas Yato had people to stop him and steer him. Like I speculated last month, too, I am not convinced that Father even believes in his own mission. It's more like he got drunk on power and enjoyed causing collateral damage, to me.

In any case, Yato was happy to settle and keep improving himself once he got his shrine, giving up his dreams of being the most-worshipped god since that wasn't really what he was after. Meanwhile, no amount of reparations could fix the damage Father has done, and unlike Yato, he wouldn't stop his behaviors even if Kaya was miraculously here. More likely, he'd try to force Yato and Hiiro back into their roles as his submissive children, and kill everyone who doesn't belong in his facade of a family portrait.

But Kaya is not here, Father has discovered that his will is not all-powerful, and now he's right back to where he started. Ruling over nothing.

The reminder of how Yato sees Izanami in the year 2023 was honestly so rude. And even more rude was that apparently Father knew Hiyori was here, and made an educated guess that Yato saw Izanami as her.

HERE'S HOW THE HIYORI SAKURA CONVERSATION CAN STILL WIN--

Okay so now we're at the Yatori reunion. I think "long-awaited" hardly covers this. It's been more than 5 years for us, and over a month in-universe, and even worse, Yato basically told Hiyori the next time he saw her he would have reincarnated. And now she sees him standing before her as a child. So. That's going well.

A couple things concern me about this. First of all, Hiyori's in poor condition, so something tells me she's going to believe he died and not find out the truth for quite some time. Which would break me beyond repair, so I hope that doesn't happen and I will not elaborate on what's in my head. Second, the reason she's like that at all is because of trash dad's interference. Yato still doesn't know about him setting wolves on her. He's going to quickly put two and two together, and on top of that, Yukine is also dissolving.

So, will Yato kill Father with his own two hands at long last? Will he revert to being an adult once he does? Will Hiyori realize the truth before they part ways forever? CAN WE HAVE A GOD DAMN BITTERSWEET ENDING? I'M GOING TO BE INCONSOLABLE IF WE DON'T.

I think. we will be fine. It's quite late in the game to kill any of the main characters now, but I never look forward to seeing how Adachitoka inevitably plans to hurt me. So with that in mind, I'll see you all next month for another round of screaming.

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #I have been coping with the ending by remembering there are still chapters to go #but now we really are at the end and it hit me with this chapter. it's terrifying #live update

[raymondshields]

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

There's quite a few! Kazuma obviously, because people love to take his anger at face value (which pisses me off because I also don't generally get sad when I'm hurt, I also get angry), and refuse to see him in 2-4/5 as a man literally shattering and finally admitting how incredibly not okay he's been for sixteen years.

Raymond Shields and Godot both get hit with fandom racism and people taking their facades at face value - Ray being a walking trauma wound (he's very much like Kaz in that regard, except he is never given the chance to lose his shit on everyone) and Godot actually having a very similar arc to Kazuma, just not haunting the whole game the same way.

But honestly? The most egregiously mischaracterized character? This is a molotov and I know it, but all my DGS friends haven't seen this take yet, so I get to throw it again: Mia Fey.

Mia Fey was not a character I expected to have so much depth to her, but then I started RPing her after her death and really got into her head, and then I had to deal with the fact that she is the single angriest person that anyone has seen, and the only reason no one knows is because she has utterly cultivated an image of not pulling a Kazuma. (I am very weak to Kazuma types, as we can clearly see lmao.)

She was abandoned by her mother when she was ten, she immediately took over parenting for her two-year-old sister, she was abused the whole time by her aunt who quite literally wanted her dead, she had to deal with all of the politics of being the next Master, she had to keep up with her training, she had to be the perfect daughter, and she had to do it all knowing that her only actual value was in protecting her sister, and that not a single person actually cared about her.

Her getting out and becoming a lawyer was honestly the most selfish thing she'd ever done, and if you look at the timing, it's pretty likely she got out right at 18, which... is the same year Pearl was born. She saw Morgan get pregnant and probably realized if she didn't get out, she was going to get murdered, so she ran.

It also explains why Diego acted the way he did about killing Misty: he knew Mia would probably forgive him for that one, because after all, Misty left Mia pretty much for dead in Morgan's hands. Misty could've taken her daughters with her and she didn't, and Mia would have known that. She sheltered Maya, but no one was protecting Mia but herself.

She emphasized trusting people to Phoenix a lot, for someone who only ever trusted one person (Diego), and when she did, he got poisoned. And she never trusted again, not even to Maya.

People really don't see through Mia's facade, because you have to actually look to see through it, because she died before she got a chance to show us who she actually was. Which is funny, because Beanix as a character very much parallels her. We just get to see more of his anger, where we never got to see hers.

No one understands Mia Fey like I do, and I don't talk about her so much, but she means a lot to me.

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#asks #arda-ancalima #ask games

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

God, I'm sorry for asking about snippets all the time, but they are so good that I can't get them out of my head at all 😅 Could you post a longer fragment, no matter from which chapter?

Lol thank you! Honestly the flashback scenes are way less precious to me since it’s just an expansion on what’s already happened (and I plan on just posting all of them on here at some point) so enjoy the longest flashback I’ve written (so far).

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Spider’s throat was killing him. He’d spent the majority of the day screaming at Quaritch as he tried and failed to feed him. Thrashed against his restraints and snapped at the man’s hands when he’d attempted to clean smeared food from his face. The effort had exhausted him, his empty stomach growling painfully. But it was worth it to see the frustration in Quaritch’s eyes as he fought to keep the calm facade of a patient parent. After three failed attempts at trying to get Spider to eat, each lasting hours longer than the last, his father had finally given up, leaving Spider in peace.

He stared out his open window, the crisp night breeze caressing his face, the sounds of a forest teeming with life lulling him into a doze. Alone, he could pretend he was on a camping trip with the Sully’s, laying on a blanket between Kiri and Lo’ak, gazing up into an expanse of billions of bright stars. A rare smile graced his face of its own accord as he pictured it, so vividly he could almost hear his friends breathing beside him. “What’cha thinkin’ ‘bout tiger.” Though his voice sounded gentille and incredibly tired, Spider startled his limbs spasming against the restraints.

“Fuck! Can’t you make a noise or something!”

“Sorry kiddo,” Quaritch reached out a hand to cup Spider’s face. Spider tried to maul Quaritch’s hand like an angry guard dog. Quaritch sighed, “you looked so happy there for a second. Made me happy just seein’ y’a smile like that. I was just curious what was goin’ through your head.”

“None of your business! Why are you even here anyway? I thought we were done for the day? Did you sneak in just to stare at me like the fucking creep you are?”

Quaritch hung his tired head, shaking it no, “I have something I wanted to show y’a. I look at it when I’m havin’ a bad day and well…this was a bad day.”

“Wasn’t so great for me either,” Spider said, rattling his chains.

Quaritch ignored him, instead holding up a brown leather book for Spider to see, “This is our family photo album,” Spider’s eyes widened, some of his anger being replaced by the longing he buried deep inside, to see the faces of his biological family. Especially his mother. He instantly wanted to see every last page of the book. But it was in Quaritch’s hold. And he was powerless to look through it himself. “Here,” Quaritch opened it to its first page. Spider looked away. Despite how badly he wanted to see the pictures he would not accept this offering from his tormentor. “These are your grandparents,” Quaritch narrated, “Your mama only had this one picture of her parents. They died when she was young. She bounced around a lot after that.” Spider’s heart bled for his mama. He’d never know how similar their upbringings had been. She was probably watching over him completely devastated.

“These are my folks right here,” Quaritch said, leaning in to try and get Spider to look. “Yeah. My old man there was a mean son of bitch, that’s for sure.”

“Is that where you get it from,” Spider said venomously.

“I’d be a lot nicer if you behaved,” Quaritch shot back, his fatigue getting the better of him. Checking his anger he took a deep breath, moving on, “my mama right here, was the coldest woman you could imagine. I really don’t think she wanted a kid but it was expected of her back then. Drank most days. Yelled a lot. I joined the marines when I turned eighteen and never looked back. I only got these pictures because I was sent their stuff when they finally died. I wanted to throw it all out. But I was seein’ your mama at the time. She convinced me to hold on to at least some of the photos. To not “completely erase them. Even though they were terrible.” That’s what she said.” Out of the corner of his eye Spider could just see the fond little smile on Quaritch’s face as he talked about his late wife, his eyes far away.

Spider squeezed his eyes shut not wanting to see that much love on such a cruel person's face. He heard the rustling of a page being turned. Quaritch continued, a little huff of a chuckle escaping his lips as he took it it, “this was when mama and I started seein’ each other. We couldn’t say we were really datin’. I never took her out or bought her flowers or anything like that. But she’d hang out in my office and take pictures of the two of us when I wasn’t lookin’. I think she did that for blackmail honestly but they’re funny pictures now.” Spider wanted to look, he really did. But he couldn’t. It felt like he’d lose if he did.

“And this here is our wedding picture. The ceremony itself wasn’t much but god did your mama look beautiful…” He wanted to see it. “…This was when we were painting your room. Mama has paint all over her but she’s smilin’ like crazy…” It hurt how bad he wanted to look. “…And this is the day you were born. Happiest day of my life.”

Spider couldn’t stand it. “I don’t want to look at your stupid pictures!” He lied. “Just go away already!” A heavy silence fell between them. For a moment Quaritch just sat there. Spider continued to look away. He heard the soft thud of the book being placed on the bedside table. The creaking of the chair as his father stood from his seat. And then his hands were on him lifting him up into a seated position. Spider groaned, all too used to this now but still incredibly annoyed. “Get the fuck off me!” He screamed and thrashed against his captors' hold, knowing perfectly well by now that it was no use but unwilling to give up fighting. Quaritch sat behind him, wrapping his arms tightly around Spider to restrain him.

“Jesus Miles, calm your ass down already! You're tired. I’m tired. Can’t we just relax and enjoy some family time together.” Spider growled at him. To his surprise Quaritch growled back, holding him even tighter. Something about it made Spider feel small, his struggles momentarily ceasing. His father tucked him under his chin then reached for the photo album, picking up where he left off. “This is the day you were born…”

Spider looked away, closing his eyes tight. Quaritch sighed, bringing his legs up to use as a book stand. He then grabbed Spider by the chin forcing him to turn his head. “Miles…” he said in that now familiar parental tone, “….Open your eyes.”

“Or what? You gonna tape my eyelids open.”

Quaritch sighed, “son what’s the point of keeping up the fight like this? Can’t y’a just let yourself enjoy some time with your old man.”

“Can’t you just get the fuck off me and go away.”

“You know you could benefit from being held more,” Spider snarled, “keep provin’ my point son….”

“Uuuggghhh…what’ll it take to get you to go away!”

“Just look at a few god damn pictures would y’a.” It was Spider’s turn to sigh. It seemed Quaritch’s full proof way of getting Spider to do what he wanted was to dangle the promises of solitude over Spider’s head. And it worked every time. Reluctantly he opened his eyes. There were a few different photographs on the page. His mom holding her little bundle of joy for the first time, her face covered in sweat and looking so incredibly tired and yet her eyes were bright with joy, a large grin of absolute amazement on her lips. Then there was one of his father, his smile more subdued but still, you could see him falling in love with the newborn cradled in his arms. And then there was the picture of all three of them, his mama in bed holding him, his father leaning protective over them both.

Spider said nothing as he took it all in. His father tucked his hair behind his ears then hugged him closer. Spider didn’t make a move to fight him on it, or say a single unkind word, too transfixed by the images of the love he was born into. His father turned the page to dozens of pictures of Spider as a newborn, so small, red and wrinkly. The teens' noses crinkled in disgust, “I was an ugly baby.”

Quaritch shrugged, “everyone is. Babies don’t get cute until around six months. Here….” He flipped forward to show Spider himself at six months old. His father was right. With a little time to grow Spider or “baby Miles” had become an adorable infant, huge sunny smiles in every picture, big curious brown eyes, and the wispy beginnings of platinum blond curls. “….see. You were cute.”

Every picture felt like a punch to the gut but now that he had started he couldn’t stop staring. He just looked so happy. Happier than he could ever remember being, aside from his time with the Sully’s. His parents doted on him in almost every picture looking like they were holding the most precious thing in the world. He guessed to them they were.

After being still for so long his father saw his chance to kiss his son on the temple. Spider felt tears in his eyes but didn’t pull away, slumping further into his fathers hold.

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[ashes-writing-corner]

Guess who's baaaaack?! That's right folks, yours truly, back with the first update for Ghosts That We Knew! Think of this as like a second season or something. I knew it took a while to get this up and I'm honestly really sorry but work and life have been running me rancid all month. I work at a toy store so...yeah.

But you're not here to read about my life struggles, you're here for the fun stuff. That being said, let's get to it!

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Ghosts That We Knew

Part 9- Village of Memories

The holidays were always a bit of a sore spot for him. It was around this time, not very long ago, that he had lost everyone who mattered to him. The night Simon Riley had died for the first time, becoming Ghost for the first time. 

But watching you and Ellie put up a tree and decorations around the apartment while soft piano music played Christmas carols gave him something of an equivalent of the warm-fuzzies. Whatever that really was for a ghost, as he couldn't name it himself. It just felt nice. It felt right. For goodness sake, you had even put lights around the outside of your bearded dragon's tank. As usual, Beardie was completely unbothered as he basked under his heating lamp. 

Ghost never thought he'd see a sight like this again, much less be somewhat happy to see it. But as long as you and Ellie were happy, so was he. You had been sad to take down the Halloween decorations, as that was your favorite holiday, but he never would've guessed it with how much effort you put into making this dingy old apartment a Christmas wonderland. You had the big tree close to the window of the living area, tall and bright for all to see from below. Then you had a smaller tree next to the stand where you had Beardie's tank. 

“That's Beardie's tree! We do Christmas for him in January” Ellie explained and Ghost would nod, silently getting it. 

The day of decorating was fun. He loved watching you and your daughter set everything up. From the tree, to the lights, to the first round of baking you two did together, everything was done with such love and joy. Your smile never entirely reached your eyes though, he noticed. It wasn't a facade per se, but something was getting to you and Ghost could feel it. 

It was only after Ellie went to bed that he was let in on that. 

Ghost watched as you brought up several small to medium sized boxes out to the living room once your daughter was asleep. You set them in front of the TV set. You didn't actually own a TV, but you had an enormously long set of drawers that would've been perfect for one against the front of the living room wall. Ghost watched as you got yourself a glass of apple cider once all the boxes were out, non alcoholic of course, and got to work. 

Silent as a shadow, you set a long, sparkling white sheet across the set. You tried to layer it in some places to make it look like a mountain or hill, using some cotton for this effect. Ghost watched with interest as you started putting tiny glass and ceramic buildings all over the set with a sad but reverent smile. 

He got it. You were setting up one of those tiny Christmas villages that some folks liked to put up. He didn't think much of them, but they were kind of cute. Ghost wondered though why you seemed sad about it as you worked. 

Wrong? Your phone sounded out. 

You stopped in your work as the mechanical sounding voice asked. You turned toward the coffee table. 

“What?” You asked, hoping for clarification. 

What…wrong? 

“Oh! Nothing, I'm fine” you stopped and decided to take a break from your work, “what's wrong with you? You've been awfully quiet as of late, since I got the Cafe up and running”. 

Not…me. 

You raised a brow. “Hm?”. 

About.

“Oh! I'm okay I promise. It's just” you stopped and looked at the partly finished village, taking in all the little pieces with a soft sigh, “this is just the hardest part for me”. 

Why? 

Ghost sat next to you on the couch and you felt a chill go through you. You sighed and took a sip of cider before answering. 

“The Christmas village was my partner’s thing. I would decorate the tree with Ellie while they would work on that. I never used to even touch this because I was so afraid of messing it up” you admitted, “they would take pictures between set ups, mostly for the memories. I have whole Christmas photo albums stored away somewhere, all of the pictures were ones they took”. 

That explained the sadness a little. You missed your partner, and he could understand that. He missed his teammates, as they too would do different decorations around the base, just to lighten the mood around this time of year. 

“This is my first time doing it since they passed. I didn't have the heart to do it before” you told him as you took another sip, “ha, unintentional pun is unintentional”. 

You swore you heard your companion chuckle next to you as you continued.

“I want to surprise Ellie with it, since I know she loves it too and she misses them immensely”. 

You had moved the picture of them from your room to the living room around the first of December. You had a small altar to them, a place of honor as you were getting to be rather death positive. This was in part due to your own near escape from death, and other part due to your friendship with Ghost. 

“I never thought I'd be haunted one day” you admitted, “and if I was…well…I was hoping it'd be them. No offense but-”. 

None…taken. 

He really wasn't upset about that statement. Ghost understood entirely. You loved your partner and in a way becoming a spirit was a way of coming back. It was a second chance of sorts. In fact his original plan was to pose as your partner, but that went out the window because Ellie could see him. 

What…happen?

“What happened to them? They were a soldier and got shipped off about two years after we adopted Ellie. They unfortunately didn't make it back. I wasn't told too many details, but from what I could gather, they were trying to save civilians from a building that was being bombarded by some fanatics” you paused for a moment, “Ellie didn't know them very long, but the impact their death had on her was very much felt. They were the first to really notice her at the orphanage where we adopted her…they fell for her hard. I swear it was the sweetest thing”. 

You smiled a little thinking of the night you two had decided to adopt her. You two had spent the day playing with her, doing finger painting, and playing in the small park on the orphanage grounds. It was so sweet to watch them together. 

“I was always iffy about wanting kids, but they really made me feel better about it. They couldn't get pregnant, and it was too dangerous for me with my condition at the time.  I didn't think motherhood was in the cards for me. But my partner gave me the confidence I needed” you took another pause to drink your apple cider, “they said that they didn't care what other little kids were around, they wanted Ellie. Oh they fell hard. It was so damn sweet. So…who was I to deny that? We got everything ready, finalized everything with the courts, went through so many trials and tests before we were finally able to bring her home”. 

Ghost listened intently. Fatherhood was definitely never in the cards for him. It wasn't that he didn't like little ones. Far from it. But he had no desire to potentially put them in harm's way. Everyone he dared tried to get close to died horribly. He would've been damned completely to have set an innocent child up like that. 

Good…mother…

You smiled at the words. “I'm trying. I'm sure they'd say the same thing but…sometimes I feel like I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. And after my transplant, it didn't help much. I hated that she had to see me like that. I thought by moving here, closer to my family, things would get easier, away from all the bullshit going on in the US. But fate decided to give me more bullshit after moving here” you looked at your chest with a mockingly accusatory face. 

You glanced over at the side of the couch where you assumed your not so visible friend was. You would've been right if he had the energy to show himself. 

“Ghost…this may sound weird but, aside from Ellie, you're the only person who makes me feel like I actually exist. Seriously, a dead man who killed three guys in my apartment makes me feel like I'm even remotely important. Don't ever underestimate your own importance, okay?”. 

That was a surprise to learn. A dead man made you feel alive, like you were real. Oh the irony of that statement. Double irony when he thought about it. It was a feeling he understood, as his team were often the only ones to make him feel like he was actually alive. He wasn't just Ghost to them. He was a friend, a brother to them. He was Simon to them when they weren't in a war zone. 

Thank…you. 

“Hey don't mention it” you stood up from the sofa to get back to work on the Christmas village, “I'm almost done. I can't wait for her to wake up tomorrow and see it set up”. 

You were caught off guard a little as one of the smaller pieces was levitated and gently set within the village. 

Help. Was all your phone said. 

You couldn't help but smile at that. “I'd really like that. Thank you. Just…try not to break anything”. 

Promise. 

You spent another hour finishing the village before the pair of you sat on the couch to admire your work. The apartment was all done up for Christmas, and it just left a soft, positive feeling between the two of you. Not wanting to leave it just yet, you laid on the couch and let yourself get cozy. You couldn't help but imagine your partner being there, snuggling you on the couch while you two admired your work. 

The thought almost brought you to tears, until you felt a chill embrace you and saw the couch blanket be pulled to your chin. You heard a soft voice whisper: “Let's just stay like this…”. 

You nodded, knowing it was him. “I'd really like that” you smiled and snuggled more into that cold embrace, only it didn't feel as cold in the colorful light's warm and soft glow…

If you guys enjoyed this please consider liking, commenting, and please reblog! I seriously appreciate it! I do wanna get another chapter out before or at least on Christmas! Don't worry I will be bringing the other 141st members in here soon. I might even throw in Riley (in my headcanon for this Soap adopted Riley...so keep an eye out for that...) for extra pet related angst. See you guys soon and I hope the holidays are treating you well <3

#fanfiction #ghosts that we knew #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost!ghost #paranormal friendship #eventual paranormal romance #cod fanfiction

[least-carpet]

Jin Zixuan, Jin Guangyao, and their Opposite Trajectories

Listen, I never thought I would give a shit about Jin Zixuan but apparently I have Thoughts and I'm tired of this post sitting in my drafts. (This was literally the first MDZS post I ever started writing.) I give up.

The thought is (loosely) that their tragedies are opposite, not in source (piece of shit rapist dad, the Evils of Society, etc.) but in the like... the shape they make? I'm using the word "trajectory" but it's not quite right either.

Firstly, I'm reaching the point where I hate it when Jin Zixuan gets blamed for his own death. Being a dickhead as a teenager should not make it OK for your wife's sect brother to kill you with a zombie, even if that sect brother is much more charming then you.

Like he's not very nice and honestly the ass-kicking he got from Wei Wuxian in the Cloud Recesses was fully deserved. But a lot of the stuff we see him do in the background indicates that he values integrity and is trying to work out what it is and how to do it (badly)—even Soup Drama is about giving credit correctly. (Does it reflect badly on him for him to have been engaged to Jiang Yanli for so long and not know jack shit about her interests? Oh yeah. Is it him fucking up a social interaction trying to do the right thing? Also yes!) So he has zero social graces and is a big loser BUT from what he does he seems like a big loser trying to figure out how to be a good person in a hot mess of a sect.

There's also no reason to assume that he didn't sincerely love Jiang Yanli, given that he dies still trying to fulfill her desire to see Wei Wuxian. Who kills him!

Jin Zixuan's tragedy is that his actual promise—not the handsomeness or the wealth, but his ongoing semi-pathetic attempts to become a good person and do the right thing—is never fulfilled because he's cut down at, like, 20. By someone he's trying to do a favour for, to add insult to injury.

Jin Guangyao on the other hand...Jin Guangyao's tragedy is it seems like he starts out pretty decent and then gets all fucked up.

One of my Jin Guangyao frustrations is the way people who hate him read his future behaviour into his past behaviour. (This also happens to Jiang Cheng.) I don't think MDZS's final version of Jin Guangyao, who during his evil monologue announces that he has committed ancient Chinese peak crime bingo¹, is the same person as the Meng Yao who enters the narrative. He gets loaded up with formative trauma, exposed to a wild amount of violence, and then enters the Jin sect, where up is down, his "family" hates and abuses him, and he's only rewarded when he does evil deeds for his shitty dad, while publicly maintaining a facade of goodness and justice. That is a scenario designed to pickle this guy's brain in evil! That's a scenario basically designed to pickle anyone's brain in evil! He gets ping-ponged furiously from one trauma engine to another and comes out all fucked up and paranoid.

Anyway if he'd died at 20 instead of Jin Zixuan, he would have died lauded as a hero. Instead he's going down in sect history as the creep who murdered his father and married his sister, and it'll be blamed on his poor mom, who he revered and loved.

I guess the uniting factor is maybe the ways in which their promise was squandered by their father and their sect, although the specific details are different. Man, the Jin sibs are all so depressing. (I include Qin Su and Mo Xuanyu in that statement.)

Footnotes:

I don't know that we're meant to take that completely literally—like some of the stuff he claims to have done he didn't do—but he certainly committed at least some of them. And omitted some other stuff that's also pretty bad, to be fair.

#I can't rotate these guys anymore #that's all she's got captain #jin zixuan #jin guangyao #jin sibs #mdzs + #least-carpet thoughts

[sepulchritude]

ianthe and Coronabeth are soooooo normal. it kills me that harrow genuinely just did not want to become a lyctor. She was SO unenthused. She would do anything to get 5% bonus credit on a test but not this. The toxic codependency is real as fuck. “GOD I miss Gideon’s narration” is the fandom mood!!! (For some nonzero portion of HTN/NTN, that may be all of it, and also may be only part of it, depending on whether Gideon IS gone-gone or not, which you don’t know). We ALL just wanna hear about biceps, broadswords, and broads. also. We can probably trust horrible godman. I bet he’s, like, cool and normal about people and events. Also unironically he’s one of my faves. At the time I finished GTN it was my greatest hope to have more Ianthe Activities and I will not specify to you whether that hope was fulfilled or not

Okay so I’ve kept this in my inbox specifically so I could reply once I know more (approx halfway through htn rn) and god!! Okay so.

Ianthe and Coronabeth. I wanna put them in a jar and shake them, I’ve seen spoilers that Coronabeth comes back at some point but not whether she and Ianthe get to be in the same room as each other. I guess I can see why Ianthe couldn’t take her as her cavalier (too toxically codependent to risk never seeing her again and living like that) but I stand by my point that now Ianthe has to exist in unholy fusion with Babs of all people

And okay like I don’t know things yet but I’m hearing the 2nd person/3rd person switches between current vs past events, and I’m hearing snippets of Gideon-like phrasing in the 2nd person narration and Harrow’s thoughts, and I’m very 👀👀👀 about it. I know lobotomy brain hemorrhage etc etc spoilers so I’m thinking Gideon is existing in her brainspace someway that’s imperceivable to Harrow. But I don’t know what exactly the past Harrow knew that made her do things the way she did. Gnawing on drywall about it tbh

And I love all of the “is this really how it happens?” in the flashbacks, no idea what’s actually going on with them (I thought it was just Harrow’s scrambled brain attempting to make sense of the events without Gideon but they seem too detailed and divergent for that at this point tbh!) but I love the slow horror of everything being different in confusing ways! When Palamedes and Camilla died I was like ohhhh, uh oh we’re in for something weird here!

And then poor Harrow is just so wretchedly alone in a way she’s never had to be and it highlights how much of a pillar Gideon was in her life! Her and Ianthe’s dynamic is everything to me though, absolute perfection. I didn’t know I needed more Ianthe after reading gtn but I’m delighted to get it.

And the soup scene was *chef’s kiss* incredible especially because Harrow at the time was so fucked up she was staring at a spoon trying to divine its purpose and then forgot the word for bone marrow. Mercymorn said “I can’t tell if you’re a once in a lifetime genius or a brain damaged imbecile” and I was grinning because, both! :D

And then God. Based on spoilers I’ve seen I think I haven’t really seen everything John’s got going on, but I’ve been struck the whole time I’ve been reading htn by the sheer charisma he has. He says all the right words, he gives all the right praise, he’s empathetic he’s kind he’s supportive—he has clearly spent the last 10000 years developing a level of diplomatic personable grace that works on damn near everybody. I saw a post about how another reader kept expecting it to be a facade that he would drop eventually and show himself as a manipulative villain, but that the truth is more banal and somehow worse because of it. Idk I don’t remember the rest because I didn’t have context at the time, but something about “how can you just sit there and eat peanuts after everything you’ve done?” And I’m really looking forward to seeing how that all comes together, I want to see what’s going on with this wretched little man.

#i think that’s most of my current thoughts #there’s also g1deon and cytherea which is a whole tangle i have no idea about. lots of question marks there #more question marks about cam/pal/corona being alive #additional question marks about gideon and in what form she will return to us #at one point after my first htn loan lapsed i told mason okay i need some spoilers to get me into this #number one being does gideon come back ever bc if she doesn’t i need to let go of that hope #which was all honestly v helpful bc i was having a hard time getting into it otherwise #ask #typeoneninja #tlt #htn #gtn spoilers #htn spoilers #ntn spoilers #(​i think) #sepulchritudinous

[sibillascribbles08]

Said I might write a follow up to this so yay. There will likely be more later too.

I want more Jasonnie. There isn't more Jasonnie. I sigh and open my doc and make it happen (and then make them upset ah well)

Donatello really wished they could avoid this conversation. 

After all, the only emotion filling up his brain and the only thing he wanted to focus on was sheer relief. All he wanted to do the minute he and Jase got home was hold his husband as close as he could and not let go until the sun came up. 

So close. It’d been so close to going the exact same way it must have happened to his future self. If his siblings hadn’t caught on and intervened, Jase would probably be dead. The idiot still tried to take a hit for him. 

But they won. No one died. And Donatello wanted to spend the night appreciating every second Jase’s heart kept beating.

But his husband obviously didn’t think the same way. Donatello could see the creases in his brow, the squint in his eyes and the accusatory glare. He only changed his expression when Holly came to greet them when they got home, keeping up a pleasant facade until the two of them managed to get her to fall asleep in bed.

The minute her bedroom door clicked shut, Jase’s sharp eyes returned, and he didn’t hesitate to stomp right up to where Donatello stood.

“I want the truth.” 

The softshell took a few steps back, less out of intimidation and more wanting to get them away from their daughter’s room. “Truth? Truth about what?” 

“Do not play dumb.” Jase’s tone was harsh, commanding, a voice he rarely used. “You knew about that mech. You wanted me out of there for some reason. After the whole fight you kept talking like I almost died.”

Donatello gritted his teeth and finally steeled his shoulders. “You did almost die. If you remember you decided to jump between me and that oncoming blast like an idiot. I told you not to do anything reckless.”

“Who’s the one being reckless by just tossing up a shield?”

“It would have been strong enough for that gun.”

“And how would you know that?”

Donatello opened his mouth and then closed it again. He couldn’t answer that, not without giving something else away. Damn, his husband lined his pieces up perfectly this time. 

“Donnie, I’m only going to tell you this one more time.” Jase reached up and grabbed the collar of Donatello’s coat, jerking him down to eye level. “I want. The truth.” 

Donatello could easily pull himself free. He could easily shove Jase back. He could easily just walk away from this. 

But those beautiful eyes held him in place, and he knew he couldn’t keep the truth from them. 

Donatello let out a long sigh as he searched for the right words. “Alright, alright, you deserve to hear it. You probably should have heard it a long time ago but… I’m never really sure how to bring it up.”

Jase let go of him and crossed his arms, obviously waiting for him to continue. 

He might as well just tell it as it happened. “Look, you remember when I saved you from that exploding mech?”

His husband rolled his eyes. “Much to my continued embarrassment.” 

Donatello ignored the urge to crack a joke about it, like they usually did. Not the time. “Right, well, during that time, we had an extra visitor in our lair.” 

Jase raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Uh, me.” 

“Donnie, do not just say that without elaborating.” 

“It was me. A future version of me.” 

Now the other eyebrow shot up and Jase’s eyes went wide. Knowing him, he was probably already putting the pieces together. 

Donatello took a deep breath, praying this conversation didn’t take any nasty turns. “He ended up there due to a mishap with a time traveling device that he built. It took him much farther in the past than he anticipated, and it took him a few days to get it back up to operating. During that time we talked more than once, and I learned exactly why he was time traveling in the first place.” 

Jase stared at him for a second, then finally asked. “Why?” He worded the question like he already knew the answer.

Donatello once again steeled his shoulders, but he still felt himself shrinking under his husband’s gaze. “Well he… wanted to create a timeline where he didn’t lose his husband.” 

“And who was his husband, Donnie.” Jase spoke through his teeth now. “And just how did he die?” 

Donatello looked to the side. “I get the feeling you already know the answer to that.” 

“You’re right, I do.” Jase grabbed Donnie’s chin and turned his head back toward him. “It was me, wasn’t it? It was me and I died while fighting that mech. I died when I threw myself between you and a laser blast. And you already knew all of that. Your future self told you.” 

Donatello did not like how angry his husband sounded. “Jase—” 

“Here’s what I can’t piece together, husband dearest.” He spat out the pet name like it left a bad taste in his mouth. But then his voice cracked as he continued. “Did you deciding to become friends with me and date me just stem from knowing where your future ended up? Or did you actually give a sliver of a damn about me.” 

Donatello’s heart stopped. He reached up to take Jase’s wrist, but his husband jerked away from the contact. “Jase, what? No. I didn’t end up dating you just because my future self did. That’s not—” 

“The truth, Donnie.” Jase’s voice faltered again and he took a deep breath. “Did you reach out to me after that explosion because you knew some other version of you married me?” 

That wasn’t true. Donatello wanted to tell him that wasn’t true. But as he tried to comb his memory for exactly what he’d been feeling when he looked up Jason’s number, he hesitated. 

And Jase took his silence as an answer. 

“I fucking knew it.” Jase muttered and stomped toward the front door.

Donatello darted after him, grabbing his wrist. “Jase, wait.”

“Let go of me.”

“Please, just give me a chance to explain.” 

“Explain what?” Jase tried to pull himself free. “That the only reason we ended up together is because you had your fate spelled out for you?” 

“No!” Donatello failed to keep his voice down at this point. “Jase, I’m with you because I love you. I promise it’s not—”

“Let go of me.” 

“Please, just let me—”

“Let go.” Purple static danced around Jase’s shoulders. “Now.” 

Deciding to avoid an even bigger fight, Donatello did.

His husband continued toward the front door. “I’m going to my dad’s. Do not follow me.” 

He opened his mouth to ask when Jase would be back, but the door slammed closed before he got the chance.

Donatello tried not to panic, but he could already hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was fixable, right? Jason would take the time to cool down and they could talk about this like they always did. 

But he didn’t even think it would turn this sour. Sure he expected the anger, mostly over keeping secrets, but this? He wanted to be offended by the accusation but his brain still hadn’t even settled on an answer. 

He did reach out to Jase because he knew of a future where they got married. It made him curious, but that’s all it had been. Curiosity. Actually talking to Jase and spending time with him was the reason Donnie ended up falling for him. 

Because his future self was right. It wasn’t a once choice kind of deal. It was hundreds of choices and other small things.

But he couldn’t honestly say learning about the future didn’t influence some of those choices. Maybe without knowing he still might have reached out, or they would have run into each other again, but he didn’t have proof of that. 

“Dad?”

Holly’s quiet voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned toward the hallway to see her standing there, rubbing her eyes and clutching her favorite bear. 

“Why were you shouting? Where did Daddy go?”

Donatello walked over to her and knelt down. “I-it’s okay. Sorry for waking you up, Holly Berry.” He rubbed her head. “Daddy and I just had a bit of an argument. I um, did something stupid.” He tried to laugh it off. “But I’m sure we’ll fix it in the morning. He went to his dad’s place to cool off.” 

Holly frowned at him but nodded. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like this happen, and at her age she understood that sometimes taking time away when you were angry was the wiser thing to do. 

“Dad?”

He stopped moving his hand. “Yes?” 

“Are you okay? Your hand is shaking a lot.” 

Only now did he notice the tremors in his shoulders going all the way down his arm. He pulled away from her. “It’s… not for you to worry about, okay?” 

Her frown deepened, but she didn’t argue. Instead she just took a few steps toward him and threw her free arm around his neck, attempting to give him a hug. 

Donatello wrapped his arms around her. He thought about how small she still was compared to him, and yet how much bigger she’d gotten. He thought about the time he and Jase made the firm decision to do whatever they could to bring her into the world. He thought about the countless failures before a success where even then he and his husband held their breath every single day to see if she’d even survive after she hatched. 

He thought about how the fight today could have resulted in either one of them not making it home. How devastated would she have been?

How devastated was the daughter of his future self? 

Donatello tightened the hug. “I love you, Holly. You know that, right?” 

“Yes, Dad. I love you too.” 

He kept his hold on her as he stood, lifting her off the ground. “Come on, you really need to get some sleep. I also need to get some sleep.” 

“You and Daddy will talk tomorrow, right?”

“We will, I promise.” 

He tucked her back under the sheets and kissed her head before retreating to his room. But he hated coming in here after a fight. The bed always looked way too big and it always wound up way too cold. 

A very brief reminder of what his life would look like if Jase hadn’t survived. 

Though now he considered, if he couldn’t get his husband to understand just how loved he was—and not because of some visitor from the future—he may end up losing him a different way. 

Donatello gritted his teeth and pressed his palms to his forehead. He had to toss these thoughts aside. The future is never set in stone. Whatever choices he made could and would change things. 

And he’d find a way to get his husband to understand that no matter what, Donnie would choose him every time. 

#scribbly fics #rottmnt #jasonnie #this may look like a very very bad scenario #but Jase walking away really is the smart move #if you've read any of the other times they've argued #his shit brain is taking this and running and he has to let it run itself ragged #barely check this for typos goodnight