#like i understand it on one level but it also feels like such bullshit. ‘oh you don’t get to know how much protein is in your food’

[essektheylyss]

I am TIRED of hearing the whole "there is NO reason a paragraph shouldn't be more than four lines" writing critique. If Ursula Le Guin can write an asshole psychiatrist monologuing for a page and a half straight, it is FINE, actually.

You can have characters monologue, you can have a long bit of description, you can give exposition in chunks—the issue is when there's no PURPOSE to it and it's treated as a prerequisite dump of information rather than a curated telling.

As long as you're making choices about language and what is being conveyed so that it's relevant and matches the style, it's fine.

#I read body work by melissa febos yesterday and she was like 'unpopular opinion: every single thing in a piece of writing is a choice' #and I was like 'oh my god. a woman after my own heart.' #this is my DEEPEST HELD writing opinion #and also it's fine if you are NOT looking that specifically at every comma but like. #on a larger level you gotta understand why you're doing what you're doing cuz if it implies something you don't want it to? #you gotta be able to understand if that choice is more important to you than the secondary thing it implies #and like. I'm not interrogating every comma or individual word (and my aversion to editing is a flaw that I need to improve upon) #but like. where a paragraph ends is always a choice. always always always. probably the grammar thing I think about most actually. #often it is more of an instinct than conscious examination cuz I've been doing this a long time and there's a feel to it #but I know WHY a paragraph ended when and where it did. I can tell you exactly why if you asked! #and readability is one of the concerns there!!! but that is sure as FUCK not the only concern #nor is it necessarily the most important concern if there's a stylistic need that trumps it or must be balanced with it! and there often is #also. as an adhd person. if I have to hear that it's ableist to adhd people because 'they don't have that much of an attention span!' #I will throw the products of my twenty years worth of writing hyperfixation through your fucking window. #if it's BORING or I don't CARE or I'm TIRED then nO but in a BOOK THAT I AM WILLINGLY READING? shut the fuck uppppp #I don't need No long paragraphs I need VARIATION. INTENTION. STYLE. #I don't have enough attention span for your bullshit actually. #and my experience with adhd is NOT the only one but like. to use adhd to claim that as a stylistic choice is Bad is just. fuck you actually #like constant staccato paragraphs are actually usually WORSE for me cuz I cannot tell what's supposed to be emphasized. #I need the contrast so I know what gets the most weight. cuz NOT EVERYTHING SHOULD. there are LEVELS. #anyway I'll stop ranting in the tags but I was reading lathe of heaven and got mad about it all over again. #I didn't actually see this commentary today I just remembered it. with my so-terribly-short attention span. #so you can rip my long paragraphs out of my cold dead hands.

[werewolfpdfs]

school trying to kill me on this meal plan hello

#uhhhh tw gonna rant abt disordered eating for the tags #my school doesn’t share calorie or nutrient info bc it ‘allows external factors to influence your eating habits’ #which is supposedly like. an attempt to help ppl with eating disorders. but like hi hello im on meds that have a top side effect #of suppressing my appetite. so there is no way for me to ‘not let external factors affect my eating’ it is logically impossible #like i understand it on one level but it also feels like such bullshit. ‘oh you don’t get to know how much protein is in your food’ #that information is essential to me eating enough. what the hell #it’s also the condescension of ‘we don’t support diets try intuitive eating instead!!!’ like i understand the goal here but intuitive eating #Cannot and Does Not work for me. because if i ate when i was hungry id be malnourished. #god it’s just like. this is absolutely a case of competing accessibility needs and there has got to be a better way lol #and the other thing is like. when you already have a dietary needs (hello im pescetarian most meat makes me sick) they present themselves as #sooooo great for that. and they aren’t. #me and Andy fighting for our lives over here bc knowing what we can eat doesn’t make it easier to manage that to eat well #the nutritionist/dietician isn’t trained in eating disorders also lol

[rileyslibrary]

pretty pretty please 🩶

imagine ghost is forced to speak at a school’s career fair because he’s out on medical, and reader gets sent with him to chaperone. (i.e. make sure he doesn’t scare any kids to 💀. and also maybe to feed him some slightly manipulative praises so he stays in a good mood lmao)

———————————————————————

You’re both standing in the principal’s office. The school was kind enough to offer you a private room since kids are a little rowdy today, and Ghost isn’t very fond of tiny hands tagging at his uniform and asking him “how many people he has killed”.

You’re holding two balaclavas; one is black, while the other is a deep shade of army green.

“It’s either this one or that one.” You say while raising both to his eye level.

He pushes your hands down and points to his skull mask. “No.” He states. “I’ll stick with the one I’m wearing.”

You frustratedly shake the balaclavas to your sides. “Come on, Lieutenant,” you plead, “you’ll scare the kids.”

“Have you seen kids these days?” he asks, raising his hands. “These fuckers are not afraid of anything!”

“Oh god,” You wince and toss the balaclavas on the principal’s desk. You shake your index finger at his face like a teacher disciplining a misbehaving student. “Don’t you dare to swear in front of them!”

“Have you heard, kids—”

“—these days.” You cut him off with a flick of the wrist. “Yes, but there’s no need to reinforce bad behaviour.”

He lets out a long exhale and places his hands on his waist. He begins pacing around the principal’s office, swearing under his breath. You’re trying to figure out whether he needs to let it all out before his big speech or if he’s cursing the moment he has agreed to do this.

He pauses in front of a painting hanging next to a window overlooking the school’s playground. He slouches and places one hand on his lower back, rubbing his injury.

You approach him from behind and gently grasp his forearm.

“Hey,” you whisper, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replies sternly. “Never mind.”

“Are you in pain? Please talk to me.”

“I’m not in pain!” He protests. “In fact, I wasn’t in pain to begin with, when the medics decided that I was,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “temporarily unfit for duty.”

You place a palm on his lower back and begin rubbing it. He relaxes at your touch and puts one hand on the wall to support his weight.

“You talk about not reinforcing bad behaviour,” he murmurs, “but I’m not the best role model either.”

“Bullshit!” You scowl.

“Seriously,” he insists, “I highly doubt I’d be here talking to kids about their future if I hadn’t been injured.”

He’s correct, but he doesn’t need to know that, especially now, as you wait to enter a classroom full of kids. Any other team member would be far more qualified for this role. Gaz is such a cool guy that most kids would deem him a god. Price feels like the father you wish you had when he talks, and Soap can adapt to anyone he speaks to. Even you would be a better fit for this year’s career fair. But, Ghost? No, not at all.

“Come on, Simon,” you say as you continue rubbing his back. “It’s less about ‘being a role model’ and more about relating to them.”

“How am I supposed to relate to them?” He wonders, “My childhood was nothing like theirs.”

“How do you know?”

He looks at you and motions towards the window. “Look at them,” he says, “they’re full of life.”

“Not all of them are like that, Ghost; some are putting on a show.” You explain, and he turns to look at you again. “They look all jolly, but they might struggle at home or school. Worse, they can’t admit what’s happening behind closed doors because they’re either ordered to remain silent or not understand it themselves.”

He huffs and shakes his head. “Now I can relate to that.” He murmurs.

“See? You need to spot these kids and indirectly talk to them.”

“Spot?” He asks. “How do I spot them?”

“You mean to tell me you’re trained to spot targets from miles away but can’t see when a child suffers in silence?” You ask back. “Plus, it takes one to know one.”

He nods. “And what should I communicate to these kids?” He asks. “How do I help them?”

“By showing them that there’s something better waiting for them out there.”

“Don’t be naive, Y/N. How is what we do better than what they’re going through right now?”

“It’s not about the military, Simon.” You elaborate. “It’s about giving them another chance. They deserve to know there are options other than turning into their drug-addicted mother or alcoholic father.” You lean forward so he can meet your gaze. “Someone gave you a second chance, right?”

He closes his eyes and ponders your words. You tilt your head at him, trying to predict what he’ll say next so you can respond quickly.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he straightens up and takes a deep breath. “You know,” he begins, “I gave one of those speeches to a school a few years ago.”

“Oh!” You cheer and pat him on the back twice. “Did you, now?”

“Lysychansk, Ukraine.” He recalls, “I was being held hostage with a bunch of kids.”

“Tell me more about it,” you say, sitting on the principal’s desk and playing with a pink highlighter. He begins narrating his story, and you can tell he’s becoming more confident as he realises he’s spoken to children before, albeit in a very different context, but who cares? What matters is that he is becoming more at ease with his “previous experience.”

You, in turn, try to give him your full attention, but now that his doubts have subsided, your primary concern is that mask of his. He needs to take it off.

“See? You’re far more experienced than any of us!” you shout. “And in that setting? My god! None of us would have been able to do such a thing!”

He chuckles and looks proudly out the window at the children playing in the school’s playground. He seems to be looking forward to it now.

“Hey, um, sir?”

He shifts his focus to you.

“Your mask, sir; It’s dirty,” you say as you point to his cheek.

He puts his hands on his mask. “Where?” He yells.

“It’s right….” You get up from the desk and take a step closer to him, inspecting his mask. You raise the marker and draw a bright pink line across his cheek, “...there.”

He immediately places his hand on his cheek, looks at the highlighter in your hand, and then back at you.

“You... motherfucker...” he murmurs.

You move away from him and stand behind the desk.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t let you go out with that mask on; the parents will be furious.” You point to the balaclavas on the principal’s desk. “You do, however, have two other options! Take your pick, and I’ll see you in class in 5 minutes!” And with that, you rush out of the principal’s office and into the school’s corridor.

You enter the classroom and greet the kids with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness. Walking towards the back where the parents are seated, your mind starts racing; Is he trying to choose a mask, or is he cleaning up your mess? What if he’s so furious that he doesn’t show up, leaving you to give the speech? Worse, what if he enters the classroom and takes his anger out on you?

But, the door opens, and Ghost walks in. Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. He’s not wearing any mask. Not the black one, not the green one, not the skull—with the pink streak—mask on. Nothing.

You observe him moving around; despite his lack of disguise, he maintains his composure. He greets everyone in the room, smiles, waves back at the kids and stands next to the teacher. You let out a relieved exhale through pierced lips. This is going well, thank god.

As the teacher introduces Ghost to the class, you turn to give him a thumbs up, and his eyes lock with yours. There’s a faint smirk playing on his lips, and your heart skips a beat as he silently mouths something in your direction: “You’ll pay for this.”

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A/N: YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, ANON! I was forcing myself to take a break from writing, only to be slapped by an inspiration wave. Hope you liked it, though; I had fun making it.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley fic #simon ghost riley fanfiction #cod ghost #ghost cod mwii #ghost cod mw2 #ghost cod

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

PLEASASSWEEPLEASE TOU DONT HUNRERFSTABDS

GLENN GLENN GLENN ITS GLENN VOTE GLENN VOTE FOR THE BOY

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

GLENN GLENNNNNN

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I haven't dedicated the last 2 months of my life drawing Glenn close for him to lose

Vote for Glenn Close or I will make you read the parody I did of the vaporeon copypasta

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

VOTE GLENN

Glenn fuckers fought tooth and nail to get us here from like 38% dawg we DESERVE THIS. GLENN IS THE SEXIEST MAN!!! HE WAS THE FIRST FICTIONAL CHARACTER I FOUND HOT AND HE’S GONNA CONTINUE TO SWEEP!!! Your hot goat woman sounds sexy don’t get me wrong but I’m forever fighting for the man that changed my brain chemistry. Proud of our fandom tbh. I don’t think y’all understand the sheer amount of effort I have put in to get my boy where he is today but this placement feels well earned. TO GLENN SWEEP!!

THE FUCK YOU MEAN GLENN CLOSE ISNT WINNING IM BOUT TO THROW HANDS FR

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

Yalll better vote glenn i swear to god

Vote Glenn or else the bird gets it🐦🛸

HOW IS MY DUDE NOT WINNING????

GLEN GELN NELG GLENNANN HE DESERVS ITTTT

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

A celebrity chef from another plane

#Round 3 #Glenn Close #Taako #Dungeons & Daddies #Dungeons and Daddies #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Balance

[adrianasunderworld]

​Housewardens X Chubby!reader

This has been sitting in the drafts for ages. But for all my fellow Plus size Twst fans out there. 

This isn’t light hearted in tone like the Obey Me one, but even so, I hope you enjoy.

Just like with the Obey Me one, I do mention body insecurities concerning weight. 

Riddle

Riddle is the one who has a lot to unpack. With his moms obsessive calorie counting and portion sizing, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had instilled in Riddle the idea the being over the average weight=the worst thing you can be. Riddle may not be rude to your face about it. But you can feel the judgment.

After his Overblot and realizing he was wrong and needing to mellow out a bit, is when he realized how horribly he had misjudged you. If you had been purposefully avoiding him so as not to deal with his bullshit, Riddle will apologize with you the first chance he gets, because who knows when the next chance will be? 

Over all Riddle has come a long way since coming to NRC, and he is your #1 defender. He will not hear any rudeness towards you. It is off with the heads of anyone that wants to make a comment about your weight or anyone else who is also plus size for that matter. 

Leona

In his homeland it’s actually viewed as a good thing to have extra weight. A bit of a hold over from the olden days of famine when people still lived off the land. Caring more weight meant you were taken care of and nowadays it’s a cute trait. So Leona does not mind at all, and has no qualms telling you he likes it.

You will be a pillow for this asshole. If you find him napping somewhere, you will be dragged down and have him lay on your stomach. 

Pretty much all of the guys from the Sunset Savanna are in the same boat as Leona for the as mentioned above reason. So they’re all cool, and if anyone ever bullies you for being plus size, you can call up one of them. 

Azul

Azul is the one that well and truly gets it. When you vent or recount a story about how the store carried nothing in your size. The times you felt the judgmental eyes of others. Or when you had to get off a ride because the seatbelt was a touch too small to buckle. It’s been a few years since Azul had been in your position, but that fat kid he was never truly left him in the back of his mind. Sure some of the other housewardens may be sympathetic, but Azul is the one that really understands how horrible it can all feel.

It’s one of two things with Azul. Either you are someone like him, who is self conscious and wants to loose weight, he’ll help and share tips on what helped him. (For a modest fee of course) On other hand, if you are comfortable and confident in your skin, Azul has a level of respect for you, and even a bit jealous. Your prior surroundings had not been cruel enough to you where you had endure the mockery he did. And if you were bullied for your weight, you didn’t allow it to break you. That quality alone is something Azul admires in you. In a way it makes him wonder how he would have been if his environment had been kinder to him.

Azul will not tolerate anyone who is rude to you for your weight. Even if it doesn't matter to you, it does to him. He’s not projecting, what? You’ll find minor annoyances like that start go away after awhile. If you ever comment on it he’ll simply go, “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. But it so much nicer without people like that yapping away when they're not wanted?”

Kalim

It has genuinely never occurred to Kalim. Well, not occurred but rather it’s not something he thinks about. Like he knows you're chubby, but he doesn't pay it much mind. If you’re some who is on the shy side, he has a knack for making you comfortable. If you’re more extroverted, you’ll get along with him phenomenally.

Kalim unabashedly adores you. He gives his affection you, whether that be platonic or romantically, without any thought. You’re one of his favorite people. 

If Kalim did have comment about your chubbyness, it is always positive. Boy loves to hug and cuddle you, he loves it. Give him all the snuggles.

Vil

Despite how Vil will diet at at the slightest sign of weight gain, he doesn’t expect that of you, that is just what he puts on himself. Unless you are part of something liek the VDC training camp, Vil will never impose his strict diet or routines onto you if that is not what you want, and you will never hear him comment on it either.

Vil doesn’t really care about you being on the plump side, what he does care about is whether or not you are making any effort. You know he doesn’t take sloppiness. If you tell him you have trouble shopping for your size, Vil will find something. 

Overall, despite being in a very vain industry and the rigid beauty standards he hold himself to, Vil has met many talented and gorgeous people of all shapes and sizes. So he views you in that same regard: Someone wonderful that he cares about dearly.

Idia

Let’s be honest, Idia does not care. If anything you guys are on opposite ends of the spectrum, you’re chubby (and if you’re short too like me, welcome to the club) and then you have this tall lanky mf. If anything Idia wishes he could gain a little weight so he can stop being called a radish sprout. 

 If you and Idia are romantically involved in some way, expect your thighs to be his new obsession. Even if you are not together and it’s just a crush on his part, he’s going to be thinking about it. He would like very much to have to have his head in your lap please. 

Unironically calls you “Thicc AF”. I will let you decide for yourself if that is an endearing quality or not.

Malleus

Like Kalim, Malleus Doesn’t really care nor think about it. Fae don’t really have the same concept of fatphobia or body image issues like humans do. Plus a some very famous fairies are also on the more plump side. Malleus doesn’t really care. If you are self conscious about being chubby or tell him that other people are, this is all news to him. 

But it’s one of those things that, once you bring it to his attention, Malleus finds he likes those qualities about you. Whether that is in general or jsut because they are your traits remains to be seen. But Malleus finds he enjoys holding you, or laying on your stomach, lap, or chest if you will allow it. (Romantically or if you guys are just close like that.) 

If people gave you crap about your weight, you will find that is no longer a  problem, because no one wants the ire of a dragon for bullying his child of man.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst x chubby reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #twst headcanons

[simpliao]

Hi! I just started following you and oh my god you JSchlatt fics are so good, I can’t get enough!!! If you’re taking requests right now, I’d like to ask for a little protective Schlatt! With the internet being what it is, I can imagine that maybe it wouldn’t be to kind to Schlatt’s SO. Or maybe you might have another scenario in mind? Again, thank you so much for all your writing, it makes my day!!! ❤️

i will shoot you dead ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : he couldn't give a shit what people say about him; what actually irritates him is when those assholes involve people that have nothing to do with whatever they're bullshitting about. he's made it a point not to involve his personal life, but when it gets leaked and his s/o gets targeted; he isn't fucking happy.

info : swearing, protective schlatt, pet names, she/her, afab reader, mentions of harassment and death threats, and fluff.

a/n : this was such a good idea i couldn't pass up ah, thank you so much for enjoying ! i am and attempting to post around every two/three days but school is just starting so i'm unsure how well i'll manage. to everyone else that requested, still working on it so apologizes that they are semi-late ! hope this also lives up to your expectations.

Being rich at twenty-three was a blessing and a curse, since he acquired all his wealth from being an Internet personality so to speak. Having what should have been a hobby bare so much fruit wasn't without its issues, and the drawback was most definitely the fame. People in his business, attempting to figure out his name and address, outraged from jokes and pretending that they understand him to a personal level; he was grateful for the normal ones, but one outspoken psycho made him rethink all his life choices.

It was never the audience's right to know or interact with his private life, to the creators that do let their fans have that window into their life was a privilege, not a right. So he never did tell anyone past his close circle of friends of his lover, Y/n, a blue collared worker not high up within her company but making good money to be independent. To Schlatt, she was his own little slice of heaven, always giving him the right kind of realistic advice while could always acknowledge and take in account his own feelings.

To some: she might be considered perfectly average, but he saw beyond the rest, she was more than just a pretty face anyways. He adored her ambition to work her hardest and larger than life aspirations. Despite knowing of the kind of money her boyfriend possessed, she never dared asked for a penny; he appreciated that she wanted her own individual success that came from her and not from outside sources. Being that she was also probably one of the most appreciate human beings he's ever had the chance to meet just added to her charm; she never let him so much as pay for a coffee without him hearing a thousand and one thank yous. She was his to love and adore, no one else should have been mixed up in their lives.

She had absolutely zero internet presence, and he liked it that way. Since she wasn't big into the public sphere she wouldn't be caught up in all the bullshit that followed him. Many people despised him despite not having spoken to or even knowing him beyond his flamboyant internet persona; it was fucking stupid, usually they never really bothered him no matter how much they so desperately wanted to cancel him and throw him off the internet. That's where he thought it ended, they despised him, they couldn't logically harass people that possible know him, right? Wrong.

'uh, schlatt? I'm getting a lot of emails about you coming to my work email. Did you tell people about my job or anything?'

Being that for almost the past decade most if not all of his friends had taken to calling him by his last name it eventually became used more or less so by everyone in his life more than his real one. It wasn't that his girlfriend didn't know his name or hadn't asked, she also enjoyed the sound of it and ended up being the default thing she'd call him.

The text itself was unusual, he wasn't even sure if he knew her work email let alone tell it to other people.

'What? No. I don't even know your email. What are they saying?'

'I have it in my LinkedIn profile, they're asking what's my relationship to you. Some are threatening to message my higher-ups claiming I'm a racist? They keep linking me back to Twitter. I can't work when my important emails are drowned out in this. I had one threatening to come where I work and hurt me.'

'Listen, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I really didn't think that they'd find you. I'll do my best to fix this, I'll come pick you up from work today too so don't leave the building until I arrive.'

A spark of rage ignited from within him, he was sure to be careful about not revealing her identity or even mentioning much about her. He knew how bad these people could get and how low they would stoop because they had no lives and just wanted to get the better of him; he wanted to protect her and now all he felt like was a failure. He was quick to log into Twitter and type in 'Jschlatt Girlfriend' and it was almost immediate that he found the thread of the asshole that went as far as to dox him and figure out who and where Y/n was. "He is a bad person that deserves all the things coming to him." It was written with such conviction, as if dragging unrelated people into a stupid ass controversy about another testing-the-line joke he told. He didn't care what they did to him, but threatening to hurt those closest to him struck a nerve that made him want to do some... Fairly illegal things to these people.

So he hoped that most people had some common sense left, screen shotted the thread and the text from his lover and was quick to make a comment about it.

Say whatever the fuck you want about me. But actively try to dox and threaten my girlfriend when she has nothing to do with any of this bullshit online and I will shoot you dead. Fuck you.

He knew these saggy fuckers wouldn't dare try anything, not when they'd know he'd be right there waiting for them. Was he serious when he said he'd shoot them dead? Only half so. He wasn't scared to use the firearm that he kept at home for protection, and neither was he scared to do what he needed to for the sake of protecting the only bright spot in his life. She didn't deserve this. He knew the hate for him could get damn strong, and who knows who amongst them would be crazy enough to act on those words. He wasn't going to test it and he would clearly set the boundary; don't fuck with him in real life, or you have to deal with him in real life.

It can be said he was not in a good mood as he waited outside the glass skyscraper building for his girl, since the few hours that he tweeted out about the situation public opinion turned more into his favour. Although he still had those that were adamant that he was said bad person, vast majority agreed that the original poster of her information was the biggest asshole. The thread was deleted but he saved all the screenshots and had the username burned into his mind, may god save that asshole's soul should Schlatt ever get his hands on him.

Once he saw her exiting the azure-tinted building he was quick to slip his phone into his pocket and get out of the car, running up to the door to greet her. A sheepish smile graced her lips as she gave him a soft wave, he noticed how she wore his favourite blazer and skirt set and how gorgeous she looked in it, but a more important question left his lips first. "Are you okay?" A worried one captured her features, "yeah I am, you look so stressed out. I'm sorry if I worried you." He shook his head and took hold of the hand that reached up to cup his face, "don't apologize, if anything I should. Being involved with me got you in this." A sympathetic look flashed her features as he walked side-by-side with her, a soft smile growing to her own face.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, I reported it to HR and although it took a while to explain they made sure to notify security about it and I had one guy follow me around when I went out for lunch, he was nice about it too. I had to ask help how to set it so they'd all go to spam but we worked it out eventually. So, please, don't worry too much; I'll be okay I promise." He looked down to see her reassuring smile, he knew she'd worry more over him than her own safety. He knew working himself up was an overreaction, he doubted anything would happen; but should something do he wouldn't ever forgive himself. "So, don't shoot anyone?" His eyebrows shot up at this, "you saw my tweet?" Last time he checked this girl had an issue figuring out how to change her profile picture on instagram.

"Well, other people did. A lot of people caught wind that I was getting death threats so I ended up having to explain who you were and they found your Twitter. Please uh, don't kill anyone on my behalf?" An airy chuckle left him, as he knelt down to kiss her temple, "and leave you behind to go to jail, toots? You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me." Seeing his ease and cheeky grin come about, a sense of relief washed over her. "So then, you wanna go out to–" "no." "Huh, why?"

She separated from him for just a moment so she could get into the passenger's side of the car. "We can go out when this whole thing blows over. Until then I don't want you running out of sight." It may have sounded slightly demanding, but she knew that his anxiety must have been through the roof; overthinking was one of his flaws that they worked through together. It wasn't like it was all that big of a deal, chilling out at the apartment sounded just as nice. "Movie night then?" Her enthusiasm was infectious that he couldn't help but break a smile. "Yes, please."

#schlatt #reader insert #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #afab reader #chuckle sandwich #jschlatt #irl people #schlatt imagine #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschaltt #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #schlatt fluff #schlatt fanfiction #x reader

[thatfilthyanimal]

tw: stalking, grooming, pedophilia, sexual abuse, past suicidal thoughts

I've recently been made aware that Dupsy is still talking about me and is now going to random Megamind fans that don't know me and telling them to avoid me. I'm also aware that they're doing this in the Ruby Gillman fandom. I have no words to really describe the level of discomfort this brings me, but I will attempt.

First of all, all the "grooming" allegations were thoroughly debunked and proven to be bullshit. I can't believe I have to even say this. I'm a victim of grooming and sexual abuse myself. It's extremely traumatic and life-altering shit, and never something I would want to inflict on someone else. I feel like it should be obvious, with the measures I took in the server to ensure no child is exposed to such things. I was recently diagnosed with PTSD due to the shit that happened to me when I was growing up, and between processing that in therapy sessions and stomaching transitioning in a near-constant hostile-to-trans-people online social media hellscape, I am tired.

I love Megamind, more than anything, and this is known and obvious to anyone who's met me. This movie saved my life when I was extremely suicidal and planning to end my life back in 2010. Watching the movie when I did gave me something to focus on, a distraction, and a responsibility as a fandom member that helped distract me long enough to get out of the planning mindset I was in. Had I not seen the movie, I do not think I would have stuck around. I will leave it at that.

And moderating fandom spaces for Megamind has been lovely! I adore this fandom. The people in it are extremely talented and sweet, and just so damn nice, like by default. I say this all the time but I've never experienced another fandom space quite like it. There are usually bad eggs in fandoms, and perhaps -I- am said "bad egg" to some, but genuinely this one is special. I have always felt that way, even when the bad eggs show up and make a stink. It has always felt worth being here for, to me.

And while I hate to give Dupsy the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me, I need to be honest-- it's been rough. I stopped talking in my server, I locked up on most of my friends and stopped talking even in DMs. I still struggle with severe anxiety in the server and have talked to Dal on various occasions about transferring the server ownership to him. He's been very patient with my freakouts and super understanding, but it's still hard. This WAS a place I felt safe, for over ten years! And now it feels like any minor can just say I'm a groomer or a pedo or whatever with ZERO consequences, just because they're mad, just because these are words that make people go "oh shit" and listen, and man! It's not ok! And this coupled with the fact that trans people are often called groomers just for existing, just… man! I'm tired. I'm so tired.

There are real, severe, damaging effects to these claims being thrown around so casually. It's hurtful to me, as a victim of sexual abuse, because when I came forward to people about what happened when -I- was a minor, I was told I "wanted it" and "asked for it". It was made to be my fault that I was abused, and I internalized it for years. It nearly killed me. I cannot stress enough how important it is to not use claims like pedophilia and grooming so lightly-- these are VERY damning terms to use on people and should be reserved for people ACTUALLY HARMING OTHERS. Being mad I banned you from the server is not "abuse" and using my Customer Service Voice to be nice to you and then being obviously tired of you when you were banned is not "emotional grooming". What the actual fuck. ALSO. This was well over a year ago! Why am I still having to post about this? Why are you still TALKING about me? And yet again I ask, where the HELL are your parents?

Anyway, if you've been wondering why I've been so quiet these days and struggling to socialize… honestly? It's this. I hate that this is what did it. I know people trust and believe me, I know the fandom backs me up regularly and I appreciate them all so much for it. I see it, but I never know how to respond. You guys continue to make this fandom feel safe for me even when my entire brain is screaming to run, and I appreciate you so much for it.

Kids deserve to be trusted when they tell people they've been hurt and I hate that the recent proshipping discourse or whatever you want to call it, this culty all-or-nothing shit, has a bunch of minors growing up feeling like EVERYTHING is something to call rapey or predatory, with apparently little room to distinguish when REAL abuse is happening to them. I don't blame anyone for believing Dupsy, and it's honestly better they DO believe all unproven claims of abuse by default, just to stay safe-- but man, it has consequences that follow people, and really should not be a thing to just throw around because you're mad at someone. I just can't believe they're STILL going around and reaching out to strangers telling them to avoid me… like, what the fuck.

I will be ok, I always am eventually, but I needed to say something, because it's honestly been a while since I've said much of anything.

Keep being kind. <3

#trigger warnings in post #Megamind #Ruby Gillman #RGTK #personal #sorry if you have no idea what the heck is happening #continue scrolling its all good #but also maybe uhhhhhh avoid this minor #like a lot

[dontcallmeeds]

I saw a twitter thread that was giving reasons for Nancy Wheeler being a lesbian and I gotta say, I agree. At least that Nancy is NOT straight. The way she interacts with Barb….dude, do you know how many of the stairs conversations (from season one before Barb disappears) I’ve had with friends who were secretly seeing me??? The whole “this isn’t you” after Nancy lies about where she’s going and the way she reacts with her facial expressions…..bro, they’ve kissed before. This has been said a million times here and otherwise since season one.

But with the level of grief and guilt she goes through in season two, I’m seeing that right now in myself as someone who just had one of their best friends pass away suddenly who was also an ex. The whole “bullshit” Stancy Halloween fight could be chalked up to grief and liking Jonathan sure, but I think it’s way more than that. I think she’s calling everything bullshit including herself because she lost the one person who saw her, someone she loved more than just platonically.

Then season three is mostly just her fighting with Jonathan if you really think about it, because she wants to be more than just a sandwich girl at Hawkins Post. Someone Barb would be proud of. We only see her really happy with Jonathan in season three when they wake up late and she sneaks out and the soft moment they have at the end when he’s leaving. Other than that they’re either fighting with each other or fighting monsters. Robin calls her a “priss,” but before Steve she was just kind of a…nerd. Like Robin. Maybe they ran in the same circles? We know they don’t know each other in person, at least Nancy doesn’t know HER.

FOLLOW ME HERE: What if Robin knew Barb?? What if Barb confided in her that she had feelings for Nancy, but that Nancy was dating Steve and we know how hard Robin goes for her friends so she just made this assumption that Nancy is a priss????

Then season four of course, we see Nancy not going to California. She’s frustrated that Jonathan wouldn’t be coming and she stayed for the basketball game for her front page news right?? Why didn’t she take another flight hmmm??? And we think she’s jealous of Robin, but what if she was jealous of Steve??? Because we don’t really have indication that Steve and Nancy have spent much time around each other since summer ‘85…but Robin and Nancy go to school together. Robin is in band which means they’re in the same room *hypothetically* for the important games that Nancy needs to document. We don’t know how many games Steve went to besides the one, he could’ve been working on some of those games or on dates. So ipso facto, Robin and Nancy have (probably) been in the same room more than Steve and Nancy….why would she suddenly be jealous of ROBIN???

And you can see her genuinely enjoying being around Robin after her monologue at the psych ward when she was being “annoyed” and “on edge” with her before that. I don’t see that as “oh well she started considering her a friend” I think she had a crush, she was on edge because she had lost Barb and didn’t want to feel that way about another girl. But the monologue relaxes her because she realized Robin is just as unhinged as she is, but in a different way. Because Nancy Wheeler is IMPULSIVE. She’s smarter than hell, but she is so careless with her own safety.

Also every time the Bylers shippers contrast the Wheeler siblings really they’re just giving us Nancy Wheeler is gay proof too. Because look at their similar behaviors. They fight and bicker in a way that says “i know what you are, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE”

NOT VERY STRAIGHT IF YOU ASK ME.

Also, while I now understand my attraction to men is because I was a queer trans dude the entire time, I used to think it was comphet. But everything I feel about men is different than the way Nancy feels about men. It feels forced, it feels like she thinks she HAS to have a boyfriend and HAS to force a real connection with them. COMP. MOTHERFUCKIN. HET.

In conclusion, for the love of god, let Nancy Wheeler kiss girls. Natalia wants it, the fans want it. Give us a SMOOCH.

#Ive never got so many funny tags on a post (on my fandom tumblr) before thank you guys lmaooo #whoa buddy i meant to write a PARAGRAPH not a ted talk #goddamn i guess i have stronger feelings about this than i thought #also i love nancy stop putting her in these weird boxes duffer brothers #she is so much more than stancy or jancy she either needs a girlfriend or just herself #she is stronger than every man in her life esp her dumbass dad Ted #I love steve and i love Jonathan but she deserves the world i am pro nancy every day #stranger things #nancy stranger things #nancy wheeler #ronance #bancy #barbara holland #barb stranger things #anti stancy #anti jancy #robin buckley #jonathan byers #steve harrington #bi nancy wheeler #lesbian nancy wheeler

[keouil]

root yourselves beside me

yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of personal space. 4k. gojo/shoko/getou. fluff. also on ao3.

It starts with someone getting sick in class.

"So like I was saying last week," Yaga gestures to the blackboard containing a small-scale map of downtown Tokyo. Sniffle. "There are still some areas in Nippori and Mejiro prone to winter curses, no matter how outdated they’ve become in this century." Sniffle. "It mostly has to do with the rapid temperature drops and most of the area being residential condos, meaning a younger workforce," Sniffle. "But generally speaking, jujutsu sorcerers are disposed every December to do an annual cleaning of the—" 

A sneeze.

"Oh my god, Shoko! Are you trying to inhale the entire room?" Gojo snaps at the same time Getou turns to her and asks, "Are you feeling okay?"

They exchange looks. Gojo only barely manages to dodge the smack to his head.

Yaga didn't mind his students, maybe even tolerated them from time to time. He'll admit he wasn't necessarily jumping for joy when the school board delivered the student packet to his office a month before orientation day, frowning at the familiar last name and worrying over the two that weren't. Tokyo rarely took in female sorcerers, most of them fleeing to Kyoto the moment their cursed energy manifested in favor of a kinder teaching environment. Tokyo always lost the betting pool on taking in clan kids, Kyoto and Hokkaido making a strong case for their traditional curriculumn fitting them more.

Their test scores were all over the place too—a mix of highs and lows—not to mention the disproportionate level of raw cursed energy within all three of them and the almost unnatural way they wielded it. A six eyes user, a cursed spirit manipulator, and a reversed curse technique healer. Safe to say they were an unpredictable bunch, and Yaga was the one tasked to soldier them down into a passable team.

Only at the rate they were going, it was highly unlikely.

Shoko sniffles again. "Shutupgojo," she tries to say, only to slur the words because of how muffled her voice sounds. "m' sick, yu idot." 

"Is that the same cold going around the school?" Getou asks, brows furrowed in concern. "Nanami called in sick last week. I had to take over his mission."

"It is flu season right now," Yaga remarks, not bothering to scold them for interrupting him for the nth time. Instead he gestures to the three of them in warning. "And sorcerers or not, your third year is the most brutal. So make sure not to catch anything."

Shoko sneezes again, looking the most miserable and scrawny they've seen her.

Gojo turned to look at her then. "Why don't you just heal yourself?"

Shoko just sniffles some more, looking pointedly—if not a little accusingly—at Yaga.

"We're still studying her technique," Yaga says lowly, suddenly all too busy with himself and the blackboard and making a pointed attempt to ignore Gojo and Getou boring holes down his back. "It's—ah—well, we don't get an RCT user very often."

"And so?" Gojo prompts. "What's that got to do with her healing herself?"

"She is right here," Shoko mumbles, wiping her nose with the tissue Getou passed her. Sniffling, she adds tiredly, like she's already made bed with it, "They just don't want any unauthorized use of the RCT if they can help it."

Gojo scoffs. "Well that's bullshit," he's already waving his hand around and bringing her chair closer. "Shoko, I'll heal you myself."

Now it was Yaga's time to smack him over the head.

"You can't even heal a bug yet!" Yaga waves at finger at him threateningly. "Let alone heal your own bruises. Like I said, RCT is an extremely polished technique that needs the utmost concentration and control. If even Shoko can't get it right just yet, there's no way you're allowed to even try healing Megumi's skinned knees."

Gojo pouts. "But—"

Getou faces him. "Yaga-sensei is right, Satoru," he placates. "If we can't understand Shoko's technique and get in under control, there's no telling what you could do with yours. You could do more harm than good."

Shoko let her head fall on the desk, groaning and making incoherent sounds of death. They think they can hear her murmuring something along the lines of feeling like death, until she says exactly, "I feel like death."

Getou inches his chair closer. "Do you want anything?"

Yaga notes the sincereness in his tone and has to school his expression into something more neutral. That’s… new. He knows the third years had gotten somewhat acquainted ever since the Okinawa incident, always insisting on doing group missions then and almost never letting anyone—juniors included, much to Nanami’s chagrin—go out alone and without a buddy system. He had to reason with the higher-ups that they'd probably just felt shaken somehow, and to give him as much grace period as possible until he felt they were ready to get back into the swing of things.

It's easy to forget, Yaga thinks when he looks at Getou rubbing a consoling hand on Shoko's back and Gojo trying to peek out from under where her head was buried in her arms: how young they were. 

If he had to come up with however many bullshit lesson plans he had to make to justify the in-person classes in lieu of field work, Yaga didn't mind staying up late every night to catch up with.

And when he sees Gojo and Getou getting into another ill-timed bet on who can make Shoko laugh first, Yaga notes, maybe it's all worth it in the end.

All for the good of the team.

-

Taking the Tokyo Metropolitan Subway is a mandatory rite of passage for any student in Jujutsu Tech.

Yaga insisted they use public transport as much as possible, arguing about its unrivalled efficiency in getting to places faster than any chartered car ever could no matter it’s convenience. Navigating the subway and monorails took some getting used to, but once mastered, any self-proclaimed Tokyo-ite should be able to walk the bustling Asakusa station with their eyes closed. 

Only Yaga didn't trust the third years not to push each other on the rails for whatever immature reason they came up with on the spot. They were all temperamental and teenagers like that. 

Enter Ijichi.

"Um," Ijichi starts, looking around the busy station and fidgeting with the straps of his bag. It was more packed than usual for a Tuesday afternoon. "Don't you already have a PASMO card, Getou-san?"

Getou glances at him briefly. "I do," he holds up the familiar pink commuter pass, before gesturing to Gojo behind him, who was trying to drag Shoko into a tanghulu stall. "But Satoru doesn't. And he doesn't know how these machines work, either, so."

When they arrived at the station a few minutes ago, it was glaringly obvious just how much of a sheltered life Gojo had lived. Ijichi tried his best not to let the incredulousness on his face show out of respect. It was hard not to, though, when Gojo really did not know shit about anything: the queues, top-ups, line transfers, etc. Ijichi's almost entirely sure he saw smoke coming out of Shoko's ears when he proudly declared never having been on a train in his life and why should he even get a commuter pass when he has a chauffeur. Getou only just about stopped her from slicing him in half in the nick of time.

Now they were queueing up to get a one-way ticket for Gojo on the shinkansen. His senior who should have been listening and taking notes and maybe learning a thing or two about commuting in the busiest area of Japan. But instead, he's dragging Shoko from one confectionary shop to another, buying every hypoglycemic pastry he can find and forcing her to tell him which one she likes.

"Suguruuu," Gojo whined in a high voice when they came back, arms full of take-out bags. "I wasn’t sure which one you liked, and Shoko was being a brat and wouldn't tell me, so I got you one of everything! You too, Ijichi!"

Ijichi expected Getou to chastise him for the waste of money, time, resources, his patience, etc. But instead is surprised when Getou just looks up from the machine and gives him a small smile. 

"Thank you, Satoru."

Gojo's grin only grew wider. "Not a problem!"

Getou turned back to the ticket machine and double-checked the train times. Only Ijichi noticed something was slightly off. He wasn't as focused as last time, now that he'd secured the ticket and was waiting for the machine to dispense it. He had one eye on the screen, while the other kept glancing at his side, at Shoko who was inching closer to the ticket gates. She doesn't get a few steps in before Getou nods his head firmly in her direction.

"She's doing it again," Getou warns. "Gojo, grab her."

Gojo didn't have to be told twice. "Gladly," He reaches out and catches Shoko just as she was about to scurry away, trapping her in a back-hug that rendered her completely immobile. Gojo rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed dramatically. "Always like this with you. Like clockwork."

Ijichi must've looked as confused as he felt, because Getou turned to regard him with mild amusement.

"Shoko has this rather annoying habit of going straight for the female-only train," Getou explains, turning back to exit out of the machine portal. "Completely understandable, of course. But it's annoying when we get off at the station and can't find each other right away." 

"Yeah, Shoko, what's that about?" Gojo looks down on her. "You worried about perverts on the train or something?"

Shoko tries to shove his arm off. "I'm a sixteen-year old girl living in Tokyo," she hisses. "Of course I'm worried about being groped on the train."

"Like we'd ever let that happen," Getou mutters under his breath, and Ijichi notes, with a tone of annoyance. They must've had this conversation before. Fishing the loose change from the machine, he stands up and flicks her forehead playfully. "How many times do I have to say it? You're safe with us."

"Don't worry," Gojo winks down at her. "We're the strongest."

"Please come up with a new catchphrase," Shoko elbows him on the side. "It's getting old."

The train ride back to school is.. something.

True to their word, Gojo and Getou immediately planted themselves in between either side of Shoko, to her obvious and verbal dismay. Grab my ass one more time, Gojo, and you won't have a hand to jerk off with next time. Ijichi stood by their side, hands clasped firmly around his backpack and looking up at them in thinly veiled awe. They stood so tall and imposing and just.. grand. It was even more obvious mixed in with the corporate slaves, nondescript suits and heels doing nothing but emphasizing the undeniable.

It's moments like that where Ijichi is reminded how some people were just born for this:taking the local train home but somehow still looking like they weren't cut from the same cloth as everyone else. Gojo and Getou nearly always turning heads where they went and Shoko so effortlessly exuding the very embodiment of a cool girl.

Gojo turned to him from time to time, making sure he wasn't suddenly being crushed into the rush hour crowd of Asakusa. "You good there, Ijichi-kun?"

"Y-yes," Ijichi stammered gratefully in return. "All good, Gojo-san. T-thank you."

Getou tried not to let it show, but Ijichi saw the subtle looks he kept throwing at anyone who so much as inched within five metres of their space. Gojo was busy chatting Shoko up and talking about his latest progress in Zelda, hands going a mile a minute demonstrating his different battle strategies. Shoko rolled her eyes but Ijichi heard her indulgent follow-up questions. 

Every time the train hit a bump, he saw Gojo and Getou instinctively reach out to steady Shoko. She glared at Getou's hand on her back. 

"Off."

"No," Getou insisted, but the conviction in his voice didn't feel as strong as it usually did. He must not be used to saying that to her. "Unless you want to start actually holding on to the railing this time?" 

Shoko grimaced. "Do you know how many bacteria are passed on to those things every day?" she points to the handle on top of her. "And you want me to subject myself to that?"

"Exactly," Getou looked at her knowingly.

Shoko huffed, crossing her arms and staring straight ahead in defiance. She hears Gojo chuckling by her side, shutting up when she shoots a glare his way. 

"Then just this once."

Ijichi shuddered at the thought of crossing any of them. He wasn’t an undeniable, and when he sees the kind of attention they attract on this random nondescript day he was tailing them, decides he doesn’t want to. 

The text message Ijichi shoots Yaga as they find their way to the school is riddled with so much question marks and asking—nearly begging—him not to shadow his seniors ever again, ending it with only the vaguest alludement to a possiblequestionablemaybe homoerotic dynamic between them. 

Yaga sees the last line of the text and deletes it just as fast as it came.

-

"Whose jacket is that?" Yaga asks.

They're in the morgue for Shoko's private lesson. Reverse Curse Technique users only spawn once every few generations, if at all, and so the higher-ups were on his back to train Shoko to be the most competent she can be. If only she wasn’t wearing an oversized uniform that was nearly drowning her.

"I'm not sure," Shoko looks down. "We all share clothes."

Yaga pauses. "Why?"

"Makes it easier on laundry day," Shoko shrugs, reading over the medical textbook.

Yaga eyes the length of the uniform. It had to be at least five sizes larger than her usual. 

"But don’t you guys do separate days?" Yaga inquires.

Shoko held up a hand. "Hold on, sensei," she reaches behind her and feels around for the name tag stitched into every student's uniform, tugging it out to read it. "It's Gojo's. Makes sense. I already found at least five candy wrappers just in his front pocket alone."

"Do you need more uniform sets?" Yaga asks, laying out the gauze pads and alcohol. A body ripe for examination lay before them. "I thought we gave you enough during the summer."

"I have enough," Shoko answers, picking up a cavity injector and turning it over in her hand. "But they just aren't as warm."

Yaga opened his mouth to clarify, before a loud clang of metal on metal alerted them of another presence in the clinic. Yaga already felt them before they even made a noise, hovering just outside the door for half an hour. Really, he should commend them for being able to hold out that long.

"Oi, you two," he calls out tiredly, not even bothering to look up from the body on the table. "Come out now."

The doors to the morgue creak open slowly, hesitant footsteps pattering in. Shoko took one look at the intruders and was already reaching for something pointy to throw at them.

"Not this again," Shoko curses under her breath, curling her fingers on a particularly sharp-looking scalpel and aiming it their way. "I said no intruding on private lessons!"

Getou missed being skewered by half a margin. "A dart scalpel again? Really, Shoko? It's getting old." He parrots back to her, holding his hands up in surrender when she picked up a needle. The silver glinted under the fluorescent lights. "We just wanted to make sure—"

"Oi!" Gojo interrupts them both, going straight for Shoko and Yaga. "You can't just casually say you’re going to excavate a transfigured human over breakfast and walk away just like that! Like what does that even mean?

Shoko directs a glare his way. "It means exactly what it means, idiot."

"Don’t call me an idiot!" Gojo flares, gesturing to the decaying corpse and turning to face Yaga. "Yaga-sensei! Are you sure she can do this?"

"Excuse me?!" Shoko bristles, standing up and directing the needle at him. "What did you just say?!"

"Shoko," Getou starts, softly at first, well-timed caution clinging to his voice. "You barely eat at the cafeteria because you don't know where the meat comes from. You won't touch anything on the train. Utahime has to beg us to take you out into the city every now and then. Are you sure you can be around all this blood?"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just somehow patronize and doubt my competency as a medic at the same time," Shoko breathes once, twice. "And ask you guys again, while I still have all shreds of my patience, to kindly fuck off."

Gojo plays with some of the tools in the shed. "Honestly we really would," he accidentally nicks himself on a lancet and drops it, metal on metal vibrating against the sterile room. Shoko winces at the sound. "But if this is anything like last time and Yaga had to call us in the middle of the night because you fainted in the morgue, why not just save everyone the time and crash now?"

Getou smacks a palm down his forehead. "Satoru, that's not—"

But Shoko was already on her heel, making a beeline towards him with nothing but female rage and the sharp end of a surgeon's knife. "Say that one more time pretty boy—"

"Oi, you three."

Gojo only narrowly avoids being sliced in half by the equally menacing timbre of Yaga's voice. Getou snaps to attention right away. Shoko is still looming close over Gojo, who looked like he shrunk about a foot shorter and was now clinging and petting her hair. Yaga felt like putting a stop to whatever this was growing into. The third years had this rather annoying habit of talking over each other and overpowering whichever conversation they were having, and it wouldn't do to become a habit.

No team of his was going to be this disorganized.

"Yes, sensei?"

Getou. Really, at least he had one kid who had a good head on his shoulders. 

"Are you guys done?"

Shoko at least had the decency to put the knife down and look sheepish, Gojo snuggling up to her closer in return. Getou smartly shut his mouth.

"You know for someone so concerned with hygiene," Gojo tugs at the neck of his uniform, trying to fashion it into a hood on Shoko. She slaps his hand away. "You wear my clothes a lot."

Getou coughs in the back of his hand. "Like you don't wear mine."

And then Yaga could only look on in horror as all three of them monopolized the conversation again, idle comments morphing into on a full-on debate about the etiquettes of clothes sharing and the potential hygiene crisis it might cause. Somehow, someway, the conversation morphed into culprit blaming of who was in charge of which chore on which days and really, gojo, that clan kid excuse will only get you so far.

It ends with Gojo all but picking Shoko up from the stool and hoisting her over his shoulder, her protests be damned. Getou just smiles at Yaga patiently, like this was the most normal thing in the world and his students had absolutely no regard for boundaries whatsoever.

"Gojo," Shoko warns in a low voice. "Remember what I said about grabbing me again and not having a hand to jerk yourself off with if you did?"

Gojo only smacks her behind playfully. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, babe."

The door closes with Yaga's jaw permanently drilled into the floor.

-

"Shoko, do you have another cigarette?" 

This is the first thing Getou says as he opens the door, eyeing the one on Shoko's lips. Yaga really, really discouraged his students to take on vices that were detrimental to their health and competency as sorcerers, but God knows trying to tell Shoko to do anything was like arguing with a brick wall. Gojo failed multiple times but kept trying. Getou was smart enough not even to attempt.

But Yaga knows Shoko at least held some semblance of begrudging respect for him, as their principal and the only authority figure in her life who was capable of signing off on her admission papers to her coveted medical school, and so tempers down to at least one stick in his presence. 

It's why he keeps her in the morgue half the time, no-smoking rule strictly enforced. 

He knows it's more a solitary thing for her to do, the smoking; and so when Shoko does that thing and tries sneaking away to smoke one out, all three of them are already standing up and following her. 

Shoko blows out a puff. "Nope. This is my last."

"Give it to me then." 

Getou stalks closer, stopping just a hair's breadth away from her. Ringlets of smoke marry with the air, Getou breathing it all in and not once breaking eye contact with her. He nods again at the cig on her lips. 

“Can I?”

Yaga observes them closely. Shoko wasn't known to be someone exceptionally affectionate. Of the three of them, she was the only one who probably valued—and encouraged—that line of demarcation the most. He's almost entirely sure a beating is coming for Getou to be so all up in her space without warning. Even Gojo is looking at both of them patiently.

And so it came as a complete shock to Yaga, then, when he sees Shoko slowly get up on her tiptoes and stop just an inch away from Getou's lips. They were so close it looked almost like they were—

"Oi," Gojo snaps his fingers at them, sulking. "None of that."

Shoko just smirks into the cigarette, before pulling it out and placing it directly in Getou's mouth. The same cigarette. Then she winks at Gojo when she lowers herself back down. Gojo immediately intrudes and gestures wildly at the offensive cigarette, protesting the indirect kiss they just shared and none of you would even give me a peck on valentines day. Yaga glances at Getou and notices nothing but amusement—maybe even a little pride—playing in his eyes. 

My god, Yaga looks on in horror, He actually enjoyed it.

"And you," Gojo spun on his heel, facing Getou who looked far too satisfied polluting the air. "Enough with the smoking. It's hard enough we have one chain smoker in this relationship, do you have to be the second?"

Yaga very nearly throws himself off the rooftop. 

Jesus Christ.

-

Yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of personal space.

The signs came easier for him now that he can brace himself for it: Gojo constantly needing to have some part of his body surgically attached to one of theirs, Nanami telling him he overheard Shoko in Getou's room early in the morning, Getou's almost constant protectiveness over them both. 

But it's not until he visits the dorm, rather, that Yaga gets the most brutal awakening. 

For safety purposes, the female and male dormitories were separated into different buildings. There's enough scare of cursed spirits to go around, and the school really didn't need the extra headache of trying to contain hormonal teenagers with growing bodies and temperamental outbursts in one area. It was better this way. 

It took two semesters into their first year for the complaints to start.

"But sensei," Gojo says in class one day, when Yaga is busy drawing figures on the blackboard for their upcoming lecture on oni and Gojo is impatient. "Isn't it more dangerous for her to stay in that building all alone?"

Shoko twists the soft flesh on his elbow. "Again, she is right here!"

Getou is no help. "I agree with Satoru," he admits, already rummaging through his bag for a pain-relieving patch. "There's like 6 of us in total here, Shoko. It's safer if we all stick together."

"Oh shut up, you two," Shoko snaps, glaring at them both. "You just want me in the bedroom next to you so someone's there to bail you out when you guys break curfew."

Gojo's eye twitches. Getou has a vein in his forehead threatening to pop.

Yaga turns around slowly, so painfully slow, that it seemed almost an eternity passed by the time he levels both of them with a look that communicated barely restrained patience. 

"You what."

Shoko leans back further into her chair, smirking. She was looking too pleased for their comfort. Gojo had half the mind to tip her chair back if only he wasn't sure Getou would tip his for even thinking of doing it.

Yaga looks at them coldly. "Someone explain right now."

So that was that. Gojo dropped the idea and Getou stopped insisting on moving her into their dorms, Shoko reasoning that she much prefers a break from all the "testosterone" and "masculinity" she's already being subjected to every single day. Yaga's sure he's seen both of them walk out of the female dormitory building well after midnight more often than not, but let it be because good companionship always bred good teamwork. They were being trained as a three-man cell after all, and far be it for him to get in the way.

Or so Yaga thought.

Yaga rounds the corner into the common area of the male dormitory, mission packets at hand to distribute to Gojo and Getou, when he hears a distinctly female voice coming out of Getou's room.

Laughter. Giggling. And maybe even—

"What the hell is going on here?"

Yaga forces the door open, bracing himself for the worst.

Gojo was lying on his stomach all over Getou's bed, too-long-limbs falling off and taking up more than half the bed. He had his head buried in Shoko’s middle, hands wrapped around her waist. She was busy flipping the pages of a book on Getou’s bedside table, judging by the archaic cover. Getou was on the floor, arranging bags of take-out food.

Getou is the first to spring into action. “Yaga-sensei!”

"It's not curfew yet!" Gojo bristled right away, leaping from the bed and pointing to the clock. "It's only 7PM!"

"I know that, Satoru." Yaga eyes them cautiously. "I mean.” He takes a calming breath. “What is all this stuff? "

"This stuff?" Gojo looks down at the discarded clothing on the floor, looking far too relaxed at the prospect of multiple undergarments haphazardly thrown about and Yaga is so scared to confirm if any one of them belonged to Shoko. "They're clothes."

Getou swears under his breath. "No shit, sherlock."

Yaga counts to three in his head. "I'm only gonna ask this once,” he breathes out. “But what is Shoko doing here?"

"She's helping us choose outfits for our date tomorrow," Getou replies casually.

Yaga deflates. Oh. That he knew. "I see—"

"Have you made the booking, by the way?" Shoko finally says, reaching for Gojo's phone and bringing it up to his face to unlock it. "We need to let them know we’re a party of 3."

"T-three of you?" Yaga stutters.

"Yes, sensei," Gojo looks at him unsurely. "Didn't we tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Yaga shrieks. 

Gojo loops his arms around Getou and Shoko, grinning. 

"We're finally official now."

#sashisu #satoshoko #sugushoko #satosugu #gojo satoru #getou suguru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #fic

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Could you do all the greasers and a f!greaser whose neruodivergent? (More so autism but it’s the 60s and no one knows anything then) They know that’s the reason most people don’t hang with her, because she’s not the best at convo and eye contact, but they like her cause she’s cool? Also TwoBit takes her on a few dates

UHM HECK YEAH!

❤️🖤❤️🖤

Ponyboy Curtis

-tbh the least bothered

-I think he’s the most likely to see through the bullshit of other people’s stupidity

-genuinely sees you as human

-doesn’t mind whenever you stim

-honestly I hc that he stims himself

-I feel like he’s a bit on the spectrum (I do headcanon him as that)

-he doesn’t like loud noises and if you have sensitivity he’d go somewhere quiet with you to calm down

-also if you have a special subject and go into depth explaining it to him

-he’d love it

-finds it fascinating and learns more about it just to chat with you about it

-yall are in you’re own world and the gang is just like 🤷‍♀️👍

Johnny Cade

-I feel like he’d be a bit unsure of you at first

-but he gets struggling with eye contact and people

-he would just sit there with you while you snapped your fingers or something (that’s how I stim 🤷‍♀️)

-he’d listen to the rhythm and just vibe tbh

-he thinks you’re pretty cool and if anyone has shit to say he’s tellin them tf off

Sodapop Curtis

-so sweet

-I don’t think he’d judge you in the first place

-I think he ships you and two bit a lot

-If you struggle with anything he would help you

-like explaining stuff

-also helps you a lot with social cues

-he’s super supportive though

-he literally thinks you’re an angel sent down to like, tame two bit

Darry Curtis

-he’s the most likely to try and research

-like learn more about you and certain things

-and when he can’t find anything he wants to try to conduct research

-but he quickly learns about you not liking certain textures, sounds, your trouble with social cues

-and I feel like he would try to understand understand on some level

-the last person who made fun of you got punched by him

-he is really good at giving compressed hugs

-also learns wether you like tighter or looser hugs

-n asks before he hugs you

Dally Winston

-ignorant little shit

-I’m sorry he’d be mean at first because he’s an ignorant little shit

-probably made some rude and hurtful jokes

-and you told him straight up “Stop. You’re being a dick and you don’t even know me.”

-and he was kinda like 🤯

-he played it off as like yeah whatever but

- rest of the gang was irritated with him

-so he stopped making jokes and actually learned you were pretty cool

-he listens to your special subject rants

-and if anyone has shit to say about you they can expect Dallas Winston on their doorstep

Two bit Mathews

-ok but he’s so supportive

-I feel like he made friendly jokes at you, but not quite offensive like dallys

-match made in heaven tbh

-you guys balance each other out

-he probably has shoplifted headphones for you (not noise canceling because it’s the 60s)

-but it was the least he could do

-so in love he actually thinks about your wedding and doesn’t tell anyone

-drinks a lot less when he’s dating you and shows you off to his mom and sister

-SO PROTECTIVE

-if anyone has anything to say the rest of the gang has to hold him back so he won’t get arrested

-asks about all of your needs

-learns them very quickly and is super caring

-textures make you shudder? He’s never letting you touch them again.

-You won’t like the way soap feels on your skin when you do the dishes? He’s doing them every night

-he has his show on too loud and it’s bothering you? It’s always at a lower volume and he grabs you something to block the noise

-I think he thinks it cute when you stim

-he would plan out your dates so carefully

-but whenever you ask him like oh you chose this spot because I mentioned it was my favorite right he downplays the effort so much

-if you have a special subject he’d listen to your rants

-he fs makes jokes about your special subject

Steve Randle

-the second most judgemental next to dally

-but when sodapop lets him know you really are chill

-and people are just dicks

-he actually starts talking to you

-he actually likes you a lot and thinks it’s cool you have your special thing

-just like he has his cars

-he’s fascinated and if anyone makes fun of your special subjects/hobbies

-he runs them over with a car (jkjk)

-he gets the strongest urge to though

#the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #Ponyboy Curtis #johnny cade #sodapop Curtis #Darry Curtis #Dallas Winston #two bit mathews #twobit mathews #two bit mathews headcanons #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader #Steve Randle #urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers

[zara2148]

Interesting Bits from Midnight Mass’s scripts

So I mentioned being a nerd who actually compared the final episodes with the available scripts for Midnight Mass episodes (episodes 3, 4, 5, and 7). One point that jumped out at me was how it more obvious that Riley wasn’t just tolerating Father Paul’s company in AA meetings in the original scripts.

That through line IS still there in the final product, I just think it’s not as obvious and many walk out of the series thinking Riley is only tolerating him or dislikes him the whole time. (deep sigh)

The two cut/altered scenes I have to point to for that are from episode 3.

This first scene survives in an altered form, as the scene we IMMEDIATELY cut to after Hassan brings up his concerns about bibles in school to Bev and everyone, and Bev manages to regain control of the whole situation and is even applauded for wanting to help the children understand miracles.

... like, really kind of strange of Riley, a staunch atheist and someone critical of the church and organized religion, to leap so fast to Paul’s defense against the childhood friend he’s reconnecting with/potentially falling back in love with. Unless we assume that yes, he’s come to like and trust Paul as a person.

(my guess is this scene was trimmed down because we are kind of being TOLD what to think about Paul, versus drawing our own conclusions about him).

Then there’s later in the episode, where the script has Riley speak more casually to Father Paul as he walks in for the meeting than in the episode, where he enters the rec center silently.

A certain level of comfort with Paul is being projected there. A vibe of “You have got to hear the latest shit that Bev is pulling now.” Gossipy housewives the both of them.

There’s also the brief, blink-and-you-miss it mention in this scene that Riley has been talking to Paul more than once a week during AA when Paul urges him to not give such a pat answer to Joe (this part is in the finished episode, I just find it easier to screencap the script).

Speaking of... this bit was cut from the AA trio scene after Riley tells Joe it’s enough he showed up:

From context, it reads very much that Paul is saying he and Riley are friends, rather than suggesting that Riley and Joe will be/are friends. Like you could read that into it and I think it is a part of it (Paul just wants Riley to be surrounded with friends, guys), but it reads more to me that Paul is saying he wanted to push for and challenge Riley to be his best self as a friend with his “that’s bullshit” speech.

But I think the most obvious moment of “Oh, Riley isn’t just talking with Father Paul to fulfill a parole requirement and is hesitant to speak with him otherwise” that survived to the final cut is in episode 4, after Riley’s spent a while comforting Erin about her abortion and Joe’s death has more or less been handled.

Like... he didn’t have to ask that question. He could have just talked about his feelings surrounding this event or not even brought up Erin’s miscarriage at all in the meeting. It’s a very personal thing to share, even with a priest acting as a therapist. 

He’s not doing this for Erin’s sake, it’s not a roundabout way to get the priest to go comfort his religious friend as he’s quick to dissuade Paul from that. Riley brought up this topic to get his own emotions about it out.

And he wanted to hear what Paul thought you should do in that situation. He trusted that perhaps, he might have a better idea than Riley himself did.

And of course, it’s a twist of the knife that not long after this emotional honesty, he catches Paul in a pretty significant lie.

(Also, the sheer number of points I can gesture to as evidence that Paul ALSO very much cared about Riley could really be its own series of posts... and it might need to be, since it does seem to get missed/overlooked as an element of his character. It’s a twisted bromance and I love it so.)

#midnight mass spoilers #midnight mass #priley #might as well tag that though this isn't romantic #long post #it wasn't supposed to be long lulz #riley flynn #john pruitt #father paul hill #let's see how much attention this gets before i consider doing more

[yakuzacanons]

I know this is gonna sound pretty random but since I started playing Yakuza 6 (dw I won't spoil anything!!) I've been wondering how the boys would react to finding a baby and how they would take care of it while they find out what happened/take the baby back to their parents/etc. Feel free to use your imagination as how they found the baby (ex.: the classic "left it at your front door inside a straw basket lmaoo)

If possible do hc for all the boys pls 🙏🙏🙏

sksksk this is so funny to me, yes it's babey time. My apologies for such a late reply, been taking my time coming up with these. Love you guys, mwah. Headcanons below da cut, it's a long one. So many boys...

Kazuma Kiryu

His first thought: what the heck is a baby doing by itself out here. His second thought: if I don't care for this baby, who will? Pretty well practiced with kids so the most difficult thing is actually figuring out who the baby is and what happened to them. Type of guy to tell a baby to stop crying and have the baby actually listen magically.

Majima Goro

Similar reaction to Kiryu except louder and much faster. Baby is now number one priority. Protecting baby is now the most important thing. Will literally walk on water to figure out who the baby is, what happened to them, and most importantly, how to help them. Zero clue how to care for kids though so he mostly calls Kiryu for help.

Akiyama Shun

Clueless as hell and not afraid to admit it. Kind of just bullshitting his way through the whole taking care of a baby thing but he does think the baby is awful cute. Hana lends him a hand whenever Akiyama goes out to figure out more info on the baby. Pretty good at playing peek-a-boo with the baby though.

Saejima Taiga

Mostly confused by the fact that the baby doesn't instantly burst into tears upon seeing him as Saejima is kind of used to most people being freaked out by his appearance. Finding info about the baby is easy, it's the care itself that's hard. Treats the baby oh so very delicately. They take naps together a lot, typically with the baby in its crib, which Saejima most likely built himself, while Saejima naps on the floor next to it with his hand lazily draped over the edge of the crib.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Shockingly a natural with kids. Secretly dedicates a lot of his time on the job digging into the baby's past. Typically when he's working, he leaves the baby at Homeland. For some reason, he's really good at comforting babies when they cry. Fights tooth and nail to find out who this baby is as he feels some part of himself relating to the baby.

Ryuji Goda

This baby is an Omi Alliance issue now. Ryuji kind of relates personally to the baby as he himself felt so disconnected from his own childhood. Puts his Omi resources into not just learning info about the baby but also having the best care in the meantime. The baby's gonna have a nice crib with nice pajamas and a nice bottle and the baby's gonna have all that now, today, immediately, because Ryuji said so.

Nishikiyama Akira

Do not give him a baby, he doesn't know what the heck to do. Just as scared as the baby honestly. Similar to Saejima in that solving the mystery of who this baby is is actually quite easy, especially with Tojo resources. Nishiki does not understand babies. Type of dude to just ask the baby what they want as if the baby can answer. Poor guy, he's just trying his best.

Daigo Dojima

Mostly just wondering who the heck leaves a baby on the steps of the Tojo Clan Headquarters. Kind of just resigns himself to being a temporary dad until the situation gets sorted. Assigns some men to dig up info on the baby but handles the baby's care himself. Secretly thinks babies are adorable and is one of the most doting of the boys, almost on a similar level to Kiryu.

Mine Yoshitaka

Just as clueless as Nishiki but will not show his frustration because he, as silly as it sounds, refuses to be bested by a baby of all things. Kind of guy to kick himself down the line for getting himself so attached to said baby without realizing it. Similar to Daigo, he delegates the info gathering to some of the men below him. His job is more office related like Daigo's so he cares for the baby personally, but mostly out of efficiency, at least at the start of things.

Tatsuo Shinada

Caring for a lost baby is easy, but when it comes to figuring out who this baby is, he's kind of at a loss. Might honestly call up Daigo to ask for assitance, to which Daigo will probably say something like "What the heck do I know about finding information on babies?". Shinada's natural talent is playing with babies. Probably buys more toys than he can afford or that the baby would ever need.

Ichiban Kasuga

Ever the optimist, Ichiban isn't really phased by a lost baby. He and his friends will figure out who the baby is and care for the baby together, like a big happy family. The baby loves playing with his hair, which he resents at first but eventually thinks it's super cute. Calls the baby all kinds of silly pet names.

Tianyou Zhao

Honestly, he would just call up Ichiban and ask him to look after the baby while he goes out to figure out who this baby is and what to do with them. Zhao eventually learns that he does in fact think babies are cute and that he's really good at rocking them to sleep. Babies really like hearing him sing for some reason too. The baby can't stop trying to grab his glasses though, much to Zhao's annoyance and Ichiban's entertainment.

Joon-Gi Han

If he found a baby, he'd just go straight to Seonhee and ask her what they should do. Seonhee would honestly be the one gathering intel, especially with all the surveillance the Geomijul has, which means Joon-Gi still gets stuck babysitting. Treats babies super gently given his abusive childhood and he'd absolutely kick himself if physical harm ever came to the baby. Would give Seonhee a full break down of what the baby did that day even if she didn't ask. Also good at remembering what the baby likes, especially things like food.

#yakuza #majima megaphone moment #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima goro #akiyama shun #nishikiyama akira #akira nishikiyama #ryuji goda #tatsuo shinada #masayoshi tanimura #joon gi han #tianyou zhao #ichiban kasuga #kiryu kazuma #kazuma kiryu #saejima taiga #daigo dojima #mine yoshitaka #yoshitaka mine

[parab0mb]

So, now that I finished the game (again) and the DLC chapters, I'm going to ramble about Crosscode C:

This game is really bizarre in the sense that, to be completely 100% honest, there isn't any particular part of the game that I think is all that mind-blowing. But all the individual elements (heh) of the game come together so well that the resulting product ends up being so much stronger and memorable than the sum of its parts.

Like, most indie games have one or several notable flaws or shortcomings (and understandably so) but this game is such an airtight experience that I can't help thinking about it and just being like "the how HECK is this game so GOOD?!"

...I am of course just getting started, I've got a wall of text of things I liked and thought her just "meh" under the 'keep reading' if you're interested (you've been warned (also spoilers obviously)):

The combat is definitely one of the strongest elements of the game and probably one of my personal favorites; its brutally difficult and sometimes feels like bullshit (and maybe there is one or two instances where it actually is just bullshit) but once you get the hang of it is really is flashy and satisfying and makes you feel badass to pull off. Plus its got the whole easy to learn, hard to master thing going on (like most of it is just charging SP and pressing the space bar, but knowing what moves to use and when def play into things).

I dunno how much of a hot take this is, but I really liked the puzzles in this game! I won't deny that they can sometimes drag on and interrupt the pacing of a temple, but personally I didn't mind. And just like the combat they're so well constructed that, while you'll spend minutes staring blankly reminded that you're a simple-minded creature and that the human mind wasn't made for this and you should be foraging for mushrooms in the woods and risking death over your next meal, they rarely feel impossible to solve without having to resort to a playthrough and are really satisfying to finally figure out (not to brag but there was exactly one puzzle in the game where I had to look up the solution and another where I did solve it on my own but then looked it up cause I thought I cheesed it by mistake). At first I wasn't a huge fan of how fast/precise you have to be for some puzzles on top of just finding out the solution in the first place, but after a while you kinda get used to it (and there is an option to slow things down which is really nice of the devs to include).

The story is... pretty alright. Yeah. I honestly don't have much to say about it. Bit of a slow pace, does the job, and has it's share of twists and emotional moments, but the narrative itself doesn't really do anything mind-blowing either so... you know. I definitely think it's the characters themselves that are memorable and prop up an otherwise average story. I mean every single one of them is just the hugest goober and even characters who initially seem forgettable or one-dimensional end up subverting your expectations and being super endearing/compelling/layered. Oh yeah, and Lea is a character that can only say like 10 words and SHE DESERVES THE WORLD I WOULD KILL FOR H-

Also, since the DLC is brand new to me I do wanna say that the ending was the tiniest bit underwhelming. Like you break into Vermillion Wasteland, fight a (surprisingly easy) boss, and that's... just it. Like 20 minutes top. I dunno, it feels like... something was missing. Still thoroughly enjoyed the entire thing and it is nice for the cast to get their happy ending (not quite as emotionally impactful as the base game's end imo, but still great and I'm glad they gave us more time with these dorks).

The platforming and navigating the overworld is tedious, which sucks a bit since that makes up a good chunk of the game. Idk man, having to scale different elevations of platforms is made frustrating by the fixed camera and the fact that the different "levels" of platforms aren't distinct from each other at all, so its easy to get duped by the perspective and jump to something you can't actually reach (yes you can use projectiles to check but it still isn't fun). Even without everything blending into each other visually, trying to find which obscure paths from four rooms ago will bring you to a chest just isn't all that enjoyable (some of the later maps like Sapphire Ridge were okay though, if only cause they started to have actually interesting puzzles to do). Basically they're just... there, between the actually fun stuff.

The trading system and farming for resources is confusing and kind of a chore. That's all I got.

Guess I'll touch on the art/music since I don't have too much to say about them. To be perfectly honest I'm not actually super crazy about the artstyle (blasphemy!), but I won't deny that the sprite-work and overall aesthetic are still super-well done, even if they aren't my personal taste (tl;dr I'm neutral on it). The soundtrack isn't something I'd put on my phone and listen to in the car, but like the art it's still well-made and perfectly suits the mood of/drives the emotional impact of the game, and there are still a handful of standout bangers (Lea's theme will live rent-free in my brain of course).

One last thing I'll say (that I mentioned before) is that as fun as this game is, it feels like a commitment to get through at times. Even when I first played it and had more free time, sometimes this game just felt "imposing" to pick back up after a break. Idk its hard to describe, but at least for me it was hard to play any other games alongside this (especially with my limited free time) which kinda sucked a bit.

To wrap things up, if I had to give the game an arbitrary number rating, I have to give Crosscode a 0/10 because its an indie game that doesn't have a fishing game (smh honestly how could they make such an obvious mistake 😔).

#like I said I don't have any super deep analyses of the characters or the game to offer #just wanted to ramble about THE EXPERIENCE and what I thought this game did fantastically and slightly less fantastically #ya know #while i still got the brainrot #also reading what I wrote kinda makes me sound more critical of the game than I really am #i do wanna be clear that a lot of this is just me nitpicking #even the “worst” stuff in the game (*cough* the overworld) is still solid #also opinions #crosscode spoilers #crosscode #rambling #long post #game review (i guess)

[sharonisthebettercarter]

contemplated at shooting annie (which he unnecessarily did)

punched Hughie for stopping him from killing Kimiko’s brother, Kenji, right in front of her. Then said if he got in the way of him reuniting with Becca, he’d kill Hughie too.

Used an infant as a weapon and threatened to kill them

Is a hypocrite himself (obviously)

Killed a whale

Drugged Marvin

He was willing to sell Ryan to Vought knowing that it would likely mean another Homelander. He didn't care, because it meant he would have Becca.

Insulted Ryan, TO BECCA'S FACE (honestly, Becca should've never tried to make Billy like, let alone tolerate Ryan if she knew that Billy has a weak connection with children and is distrustworthy around them. Like she should've just told him to kick rocks and make sure he won't have a hand in raising Ryan either)

He said that Becca could just "have another kid", not understanding that kids aren't replaceable, like objects (jewelry, cars, houses, etc.) That attitude is fucking horrifying if you're a parent, and I'd worry that he would have that attitude towards any kids (whether mere mortal or supe)

He betrayed his team multiple times

Threatened to kill hughie multiple times

doesn’t care who he hurts in the process

Gaslighted ryan

Let's also add the fact that he CHEATED ON BECCA WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER

Attempts to kidnap Zoe (based on what the trailers implying)

UNALIVES 2 CHARACTERS AT LEAST (ONE MAIN CHARACTER) wouldn't surprise me if it turns out to be Hughie, considering he threated to unalive Hughie numerous of times.

In all honesty, I hope he hallucinates an angry Becca and Becca's ghost haunts him in the next seasons, like Rhonda's ghost haunted Anika in "Empire".

don't forget unnecessarily attempted to blow up teddy stillwell~!

this shit would be why i roll my eyes anytime someone calls billy an 'aNtI-hErO' or 'gOoD', leik Y'ALL--

lol oh no dear gawd you poor bitch, my dear sweet beautiful angel baby child~<3

just wait until we get to the end of the story or even just a *little* bit further along... this ain't even the half of it...

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the ever expanding shit list on butcher can make homie look tame at times, but yeah no~. def not a good guy, def not right in anyway, one of the big main points of the story is proving butcher wrong and showing just how far his own head was up his own ass.

he's a secondary villain to the series, primary being h--VOUGHT (but also since people forget our *actual* hero is HUGHIE, and that the supes themselves are a SYMPTOM not the actual source of the problems *cough*cough*HEY REMEMBER STARLIGHT WHO EXISTS??* OR THIS WHOLE ASS ABUSIVE FUCKIN' COMPANY THAT EXPLOITS CHILDREN AND EXPERIMENTS ON BABIES LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS??????) and leik. he is *made* specifically to disappoint and prove the reader/viewer *wrong* about him (apart from prove himself wrong) by being his absolute worst with zero excuses for it at legit every chance he gets. mainly by being a serial killer butt~

he's *designed* to toy with our emotions and the hope that we see some *good* in him or give him the benefit of the doubt, because we are seeing the story mostly from *hughie's* perspective, and that is specifically how *HUGHIE* feels about him. and some are def blind to it (like hughie lmao) but some can see through butcher's bullshit (like *annie*)

like his whole damn niche is *dragging* homelander down to his level and causing chaos beyond his own wildest wet dreams at the *expense* of everyone else, and homie clocked that motherfucker before giving him the promise of that ticking time bomb explosion because butcher ain't the only one pushing him too far--but he is certainly the most devoted.

his *obsession* with homie completely consumes his life and everything he does. homelander *hardly* cares about billy beyond his being a persistent thorn in his side that *occasionally* provides *some* level of interest.

i think an easy gauge at what's really going on is to look no further than annie's perspective. many people are more than willing to overlook butcher's bullshit, but annie describes what's going on probably better than anyone i've seen.

for homie? she specifically says. "there's something *wrong* with homelander", but with butcher she just gets fuckin' mad MAD because HE. KNOWS. BETTER. and does worse.

the framing there isn't a mistake. leik at all.

post gen v, i saw a bunch of people calling for the gen v kids to join the boys or for butcher to 'adopt' them and the only thing i could think was 'dear fuckin' satan, for the love of GAWD, PLEASE NO' because the only thing butcher does and *would* do is~

ABUSE.

USE.

MURDER WHEN THEY ARE NO LONGER OF USE.

LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

it is LITERALLY all he does the WHOLE fuckin' time, and it's comin' to a head cause there is only so much bullshit his team will tolerate, and i--.

MM IS BETTER ANYWAY AND IF ANYONE SHOULD BE DOING ANY ADOPTING--

i need butcher... to stay THE FUCK *away* from the gen v kids because *when* he hurts them i will lose my shit--

i don't think hughie will die. given the comic, he's actually one of the few people i would say is actually guaranteed to survive (again, goes back to people forgetting *hughie* is our protagonist, NOT butcher), but he may be the one who ends up killing butcher, def not before billy does a ton of damage to showcase what an irredeemable scumbag he really is (i love him, i really do BUTT JESUS fuckin' CHRIST MAN--)

when it comes to ryan, that's a whole 'nother can o worms, but there's a part of me that honestly feels billy only protected him--not because he actually gives a shit about ryan specifically (let's not forget that moment he was about to beat ryan to death when becca died), but because he actually does care specifically about *keeping his promise to becca* and the leverage that ryan *is* over homelander.

and while i do think it's possible that through that and in his own twisted round about way, he *cares* for ryan in a similar way he cares for hughie (mostly just the connection to becca tho), i also think it's pretty likely there is a part of him that deeply resents ryan *specifically*, i think its SUPER duper fuckin' likely that as soon as billy gets the idea in his head that:

'ryan is a lost cause and can't be saved'?

*and* he's no longer of use to billy?

that poor kid's gonna fall to the 'just another supe freak/only worth somethin' dead' list for billy. :/

and i get it, it is fuckin' infuriating but he is supposed to be infuriating because we're supposed to realize just how full of shit and actually evil he really is under the bravado. he's just another extremist opposite of homelander to the point where even their desires and presentation, inner and outer, ring opposite.

boi is a wannabe frank castle with ZERO fuckin' principles.

but yeah, once you get to the point of trying to BLOW UP A FUCKIN' BABY, i--

#lmao #billy butcher #the boys amazon #yes #the boys #homelander #the boys comics #meta #william butcher #hughie campbell #gen v #teddy stillwell #the list is just gonna keep growin'... #it's bad #like real bad #i can't with this boi #he's such a lunatic #and he breaks my heart #hate him #love him

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Blinding Lights Chapter Seven

Warnings: Implied torture, a little actual torture, thought it’s light, a very intimate scene between the reader and Yoongi (no sex though), and some very angst unbridled rage, oh, and murder. I think that covers it all.

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We end up seated around the dining room table, though the attitude is much more solemn than it was this morning. Jimin still clings to me, his eyes red and puffy. I’m feeling pent up enough to feel ready to burst. Between them taking Taehyung and the state that Jimin is in, I feel like I could kill a man with my bare hands. Hoseok sits at the head of the table. His hair looks wild, like he’s been close to pulling it out a few times.

“I found their warehouse,” Hoseok gets right to point, sensing that no one is in the mood for an anecdote,” I followed the van and saw it park there. I couldn’t get any closer because I didn’t want them to hurt Taehyung. It’s here.”

Hoseok points at a point on a map spread across the table, circling it. For a while, I tune out as I memorize the map and the route to the warehouse. They’re conversing and planning. When I look at Jimin, I see that he has a look on his face that I don’t quite understand. The only words I can think to describe it are determined rage.

“We’ll move out tomorrow,” Namjoon says finally, after considering everything,” It could be dangerous if we go tonight.”

“Tomorrow?” Jimin’s tone is incredulous as he stands, his hands slamming on the table. I’m quick to join him.

“That gives them too much time to have Tae. They could hurt him,” My voice is a little wobbly but I ignore it.

“Neither of you are coming with us,” Yoongi levels a look at me, and then at Jimin. I scoff, fury quickly building in me,” I know you guys want Taehyung back but your rage is a liability. I can’t trust that either of you will keep a level head.”

“This is bullshit,” Jimin growls, his tail flicking in obvious irritation. He turns and stomps up the stairs. I’m quick to follow him, but his door slams, the lock clicking into place. I sigh and go to my own room instead, leaving him to his own grief. I change clothes into something it would be easier to fight someone in. Part of me wishes I could drive, I would go after Taehyung by myself. I’m the reason he was taken, I should be the one getting him out.

That thought is the one that triggers my breakdown. Sobs wrack my body. I grab a blanket and walk into the massive closet, settling into the back corner and wrapping the blanket around me, pulling it over my head. I just, want to be left alone for a while and it will probably be easier to hear me crying in my room. I didn’t bother turning on any of the lights and I made sure to close the closet door behind me. I don’t know how long I lay there, just wallowing in my pity.

I can feel my self-hatred growing. I should have never let Yoongi take me out of there, I should have stayed. Then they would have been safe. Taehyung would be here and Jimin wouldn’t be in this state. Even though I can hear them frantically looking for me, I make no move to make my presence known. I just want to be alone. It’s there that I make my plan.

I’m leaving tonight. After everyone has gone to sleep, I’m going to go and I’m going to get Taehyung. I don’t care if I have to turn myself in for him, make a trade. I would rather be tortured a million times than know that Taehyung is there and I could have done something about it. I can feel my resolve harden.

“Kitten?” I can hear Yoongi’s voice calling for me in my room. I don’t respond. Part of me is anxious about how I’m going to pull off my plan, but I’m also mad at him for leaving Jimin and I out. I can feel the air pressure in the room change when Yoongi opens the closet door. He can probably smell that I’m here,” Baby, what are you doing?”

I don’t respond, curling in on myself. He lets out a soft sigh. He tugs on the blanket gently and I think about fighting but I let him pull it away. His hand gently cradles my cheek, his eyes searching mine. He coos softly, lifting me into his arms. He nuzzles his head into me gently.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you’re worried about Taehyung. I am too,” He murmurs softly, his lips pressed to my forehead,” But you and Jimin could get hurt. It’s late. You need to eat something. Then we can get some sleep.”

“I’m not hungry,” I croak, my voice hoarse from crying,” I just want to go to bed.”

“You haven’t eaten since this morning,” Yoongi frowns.

“I’m not hungry, Yoongi,” My tone is a little more annoyed. He sighs and sinks onto the edge of the bed.

“You need to take care of yourself, baby. You still skip meals, and it’s not good for you,” I chew on my bottom lip at his words. I was hoping no one had noticed but I shouldn’t be surprised.

“I think that anything I eat is gonna come back up, right now,” I say softly, my hands clenching together,” This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Yoongi’s arms wrap around me tightly, like he can squeeze the negative thoughts out of my head.

“They wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for me!” My words come out much more angry than I intended,” They were here because of me! They tried to take Jimin because of me! They took Taehyung because of me! Of course it’s my fault!”

“Then it’s really my fault,” His words have my blood freezing in my veins,” I’m the one that brought you here, I’m the one that didn’t protect you, I’m the one that told them not to let you and Jimin come with us.”

“I can’t do this right now, Yoongi,” For the first time, I almost shove Yoongi away from me. I get off of his lap and move away from him, holding up my hands when he tries to reach for me,” Please, just leave me alone. Please, I’m begging you. I can’t think right now and I don’t want to say something that’s just going to upset us both.

I want to break down again when I see the wounded expression in Yoongi’s eyes. Maybe it’s better this way. It’ll be easier to leave if Yoongi’s mad at me. I wish I had the guts to make them all hate me. It would be so much easier that way. He looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. He get up from the bed and gives me one last look, like he’s expecting me to just say I was kidding or apologize. When he opens my bedroom door, Jin is on the other side, a tray in his hands. Yoongi sighs and takes it, setting it on the bed.

“Be as mad as you want, but please try to eat something,” He says softly, then he’s gone, the door closed behind him. I stomp to the door and flip the lock.

I didn’t lie to him when I said I didn’t feel like eating, but if I’m going to follow through with this plan, I need to eat something. I pick at the food, though I make sure to drink the entire glass of water on the tray. Then I begin my plan. There’s a small backpack in the closet, which I fill with a change of clothes and a few other essentials. I make sure to leave my phone on the bedside table. By now, it’s well passed dark, the sun having set over an hour ago. I change into a pair of comfortable pants and a t-shirt. The last thing I grab is the knife Jungkook gave me for protection.

After working with him for a few weeks, he had presented me with the knife as a sort of courting gift. He wanted me to be ready. I forgot about it earlier and now we’re paying the consequences. I won’t forget it again. I strap it around my hips, the sheath on my left hip. Then begins phase two.

I ease the window open as quietly as I can, climbing up onto the sill and slipping through. For once, I’m extremely grateful for my small stature. It makes it much easier to fix the curtain and close the window before jumping down. I’m sure they probably have people watching the front and back doors, knowing how volatile Jimin and I are right now. So, this was the next best option.

The warehouse is actually a lot closer than I thought it was. I studied a map on my phone for a while, to map my route, scrawling a quick plan on a sheet of paper. Sneaking around the side of the house to get to the gate feels like it takes forever. I can’t take any direct routes, knowing those will be the ones they have eyes on. Luckily, it’s easy to slip through the large wrought iron fences. Turns out, they’re not cat proof.

Following my scrawled instructions, it only takes me about an hour to find the warehouse, maybe a little longer. For a while, I just watch, nearly fully concealed in the brush. The warehouse is well hidden, surrounded on all sides by trees and shrubbery. There aren’t many guards outside, maybe six or seven? It’s easy to learn their routine. The don’t seem to be focused on anything above eye level, seemingly figuring that no one is that dumb. Except me, I guess.

There are a few trees that sit along the edge of the warehouse. A few of the taller trees have branches scraping against the second story windows. I maneuver through the trees carefully, scaling one far enough away that they hopefully won’t hear me. Moving from tree to tree is hard and time consuming, but it’s the only plan I have. When it comes time to jump to the tree closest to the warehouse, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I have a few minutes before the next person will pass under it so I have to do it now. The jump is good but my foot slips from the branch, nearly sending me to the ground. I can feel the skin tearing a little on the underside of my arms when I catch myself. I pull myself up quickly, pressing myself against the tree trunk and catching my breath. I’ve calmed down considerably as the next rotation goes through. Once they’ve passed by, I move toward the window, peaking in. The upper floor isn’t really an upper level at all. The building is almost built like a barn with the upper level being storage. Maybe it is a converted barn, that would explain the location.

The window isn’t locked, and it slides relatively soundlessly. I clamber through and slide it closed just as silently. I creep to the edge, looking down at the floor below. There’s a table set off to one side, where my former Master sits, talking to one of the other guard. Taehyung is in the back corner, curled into a ball. Even from here, I can see his shoulders shaking. He makes no sound but it’s easy to see the signs that he’s crying. My heart clenches, my rage returning.

I have to come up with a plan. There has to be some way to make a distraction, or something, and an get Taehyung out. Those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the door swinging open as they drag someone in. Familiar pink hair sends my heart pounding out of my chest. Jimin.

“Caught this one trying to sneak in,” The hybrid snarls, though I can’t tell what kind he is from here. Master stands and saunters over to him, seeming all too pleased. He crouches and grabs Jimin’s chin, lifting his face to him. His arms are restrained in ropes, as are his legs, but he bares his teeth in anger, a growl resonating from his chest.

“Leave us, all of you,” Master snaps, standing turning his back to the men, and Jimin,” Leave the cat.”

“But-“ One of the guys tries to argue but it seems futile as he is dragged out by the others before he can get himself in trouble.

Master goes over to the corner that Taehyung is in, dragging him up and dragging him over to Jimin. I can see the recognition in Taehyung’s eyes but, as he brings Taehyung into the light, I can also see the bruises. So can Jimin as his growls grow in volume, his body wiggling as he tries to free himself. Master laughs, dropping Taehyung on the floor by Jimin.

“How sweet, a little cat trying to protect a Tiger,” Master coos, rolling his eyes,” I can’t believe they sent a little cat to try to retrieve him. I expected better.”

The state Taehyung is in sends me into a rage I’ve never felt. His back is to me and I move without thinking, back up a few steps and launching myself into the air. I roll when I hit the ground, hopping up and unsheathing my knife. My hand is over his mouth and my knife to his throat before he can react. Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes are wide but I ignore them.

“I’m the only one you need to be worrying about,” My voice is a low growl,” You hurt what’s mine and I won’t let it happen again.”

“You won’t hurt me, Little Kitten,” His voice is muffled by my hand, barely audible.

“You’re right, I won’t hurt you,” I use my grip to switch our positions, pressing him to the ground and holding the knife point to his chin,” But I will kill you.”

It’s almost like I’m watching from far away as the knife moves across his throat. It’s sharp, needing barely any pressure to break the skin. His eyes widen, his hands flying to his throat as red spills out. I feel numb, like this is happening to someone else. I turn to Jimin and Taehyung, using the knife to free them.

“Jimin, get him out of here. Tell the others that you need to go into hiding. I’m serious, you both need to lay low,” I turn and wipe the knife on the dead man’s clothes.

“Come with us. We’re all going back together,” Jimin supports Taehyung, who cradles his ribs.

“I can’t,” My voice is soft. I can hear voices outside,” Go, both of you. Use the second level. Go out the window and use the trees as a bridge.”

Jimin looks like he wants to argue but they’re going to come in here and we can’t be here when they do. I help him get Taehyung up the stairs, leading them to the window I came through. I help them through and close the window behind them, locking it. Jimin turns toward me, his face anxious. I have to leave, create a different trail for them to follow. I can hear the doors of the building slam open as I run to a different building.

I jump out a different window, heading for the trees. The voices I can hear inside start to sound familiar, though. Hoseok runs around the side of the building, his eyes focusing in on me. The urge to run away, sprint into the trees and not turn back is strong. He approaches me cautiously, his hands outstretched like I’m some kind of wild animal. I feel like it. I just killed a man. God, I must look crazy.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay,” He says softly, his hands pressing onto my shoulders. I nearly flinch but manage to suppress it,” Come on. Jungkook found Jimin and Taehyung.”

He leads me to the front of the building, where everyone is gathered. Jin is checking over Taehyung and all I can do is stare at my hands, the red painting it nearly sending me over the edge. I can feel my eyes blurring as we come to a stop, a black t-shirt blocking the view. I look up to see Jungkook staring down at me, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly. I shake my head, my whole body starting to shake like a leaf. I think the shock is starting to subside, or maybe it’s just setting in?

“I killed him,” My breath is nothing but a whisper but I can hear the way everyone stops,” He hurt Taehyung so I killed him. He was gonna hurt Jimin. He hurt me.”

“No one’s mad at you, baby. You did a good job,” Jungkook’s hands run through my hair, brushing tears I didn’t realize were falling from my eyes,” What do you need, baby?”

“Yoongi,” The word leaves me as a hiccup, a sob building in my throat. I didn’t plan to say that, but I realize how true it is after I say it. I have so many things to say. I need to apologize, to tell him I didn’t mean it. None of this is his fault.

“I’m here, Kitten. Come here, I’ve got you,” His voice is soft, arms wrapping around me. He doesn’t seem to care about the blood covering me. I just sob into his shirt, letting his comforting scent wrap around me.

For a while, everything is a blur. I didn’t realize we had made it home until Yoongi carries me into the bathroom, my face buried in his neck. He sets me gently on my feet, leaving me leaning against the counter heavily as he turns on the shower.

“You need to clean up kitten. You’re covered in blood,” His words are soft, but he still won’t meet my eyes. He moves as if to leave me alone, but I grab his arm.

“Will you stay with me?” My voice is tiny, may hand shaking on his arm,” You need to clean up too.”

“Are you sure?” He finally looks up to meet my eyes, but I can still see the faint hurt there.

“Yes, please,” I pull him back toward me, my hand sliding up his arm. He smiles faintly.

I help him pull his now blood stained t-shirt over his head. His hands rest at my waist, his eyes seeming to search mine. After a moment, he tugs the shirt over my head. We both work on our own pants and undergarments. Then it’s just us, no barriers between us.

His fingers twine with mine as me pulls me under the stream of warm water from the open air shower. I press a small kiss to his lips, hoping it can help explain what I’m having a hard time putting into words. How do you apologize for hurting someone like that. He just wanted to help me, but I don’t know how to tell him that I was too far gone, too far stuck in my own head.

He’s gentle as he washes me, red swirling down the drain as he makes sure to clean every inch of me. He pays special attention to my hands, pressing small kisses to the palms after he rinses them. I return the favor, paying the same amount of care as I wash him. He’s practically purring under my touch, a gummy smile peaking out at me.

“I’m sorry,” The words are nearly lost to the water as I clean his arms,” I wasn’t mad at you, not really. I was mad at me. If I had known that Taehyung was in that van, I- I don’t know what I would have done but I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I probably shouldn’t have run off, either.”

“I’m not mad at you,” His voice is a gentle thrum in the air,” I just wish you would have trusted us. We just wanted to keep you safe.”

“I know. But safe isn’t what I wanted. I almost left, you know. When Hoseok found me, I was going to run. This probably isn’t over. They’ll want revenge for his death, and I’m the one that killed him. It would be easier if I left, if you all hated me and their attention was focused on finding me. They would leave you alone,” I finish washing his body and let him rinse off as I pour a generous amount of shampoo in my hands, threading my fingers through his hair to massage it in. If he was purring before, the sound multiples as I massage his scalp.

“I was terrified when I realized you were gone. You and Jimin both. I was so scared I would never see you again. That something would happen and we would never know,” His words are murmured, his face buried in my shoulder. His hands rest on my hips, though they shake slightly,” You’re still not bonded with anyone. Even with Jungkook, it’s half complete.”

“I know,” I say softly, tilting him back so I can rinse his hair,” It’s because I wanted to bond with you first.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes opening and staring into mine. Bonding is a very intimate practice. For most hybrids, it happens during sex, but not always. You can bond outside of that too. Yoongi was the first one I felt comfortable with, the first one to put my feelings first. He keeps me safe and makes sure I eat and take care of myself. The love I feel for him feels immense.

“I love you, Yoongi,” The words feel right to say. The shampoo is gone from his hair by this point, but he seems frozen. Then he’s moving, his lips pressing into mine for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too, Kitten,” His smile is nearly blinding,” So much.”

His hand lifts to run across the juncture between my neck and shoulder, his touch soft. His lips press to the skin, a soft sigh leaving me. His tongue feels warm on my skin and then his teeth bite down. I wince for a moment but the pain quickly fades. This bite feels different than Jungkook’s. I won’t call it more intimate, but a feeling of elation runs through me. He pulls away, his tongue laving the skin around the wound. He grins at me.

“Your turn, Kitten. I want your mark right here,” His hand presses to the back of my head, leading me to his own shoulder. I can feel nerves flutter through me but it’s just Yoongi.

My nose brushes along his shoulder, looking for just the right spot. My lips press to the spot, tasting his skin for a moment. I can feel my teeth adjusting, ready to place my bite. As my teeth sink in, I can feel Yoongi stiffen against me, a whimper leaving him. Like he did, I clean the wound with my tongue before pulling away. He pulls my lips to his in a searing kiss, our naked chests pressed together. He presses a few smaller kisses to my lips before finally pulling away.

“Thank you,” He reaches behind me to turn off the water. I’m not sure when we switched positions. He helps me dry off and I return the favor. He even lets me brush his hair, running my fingers through it to style it the way I want it. He dresses me in one of the shirts I stole from him while he changes into shorts he left in my room.

My sleep that night is content, wrapped in Yoongi’s arms and enjoying the intimate feeling it leaves in my chest. If his presence was comforting before, it’s like it’s increased tenfold. His scent has also become sweeter, a clear happiness contained within it.

As per usual, when sleeping with Yoongi, I wake up before him. I slip from his arms, though he grumbles at me, and skip down the stairs to make him a cup of coffee. I make sure to put it in his special coffee mug. As I set it on the counter, preparing to grab a second one to make myself a cup of milk, arms wrap around me from behind. A hand comes up to cover half my face, suppressing the scream that was crawling up my throat.

“You didn’t think you’d get away that easy, did you?” The voice is low, and my feet are no longer on the floor. I kick my feet, scrambling for some kind of purchase to keep me here. The hand on my face is covered in a thick leather glove and it feels like he’s almost cracking my jaw.

He carries me from my home toward the pool house. Maybe he’s planning to use it to hide. I don’t know what inspires me to do it, but my brain just keeps chanting Yoongi’s name over and over again. I don’t know a lot about bonds, but maybe he can hear me. He slips into the pool house, throwing me onto the floor and pushing some junk in front of the door.

“Where are you?” It takes me a moment to realize that the voice is not out loud, but in my own head.

“Pool House. He’s blocked the door,” I scramble back, searing for some kind of weapon. The pain hits before I can process.

I didn’t notice him remove his belt, but I can feel the sting of it hitting my skin. A yelp leaves me. The first one doesn’t hurt that bad, it just shocks me. The second one hurts much more. I don’t have time to react, other than to raise my arms to cover my face. Some of the hits draw blood.

“Which one killed him?” His voice is a growl. My eyes widen.

“I did,” My voice comes out weaker than intended. The blows grow stronger, the lashes deeper.

“Which! One!” His voice is louder, angrier. Before the belt can land again, the door is shoved open and then he’s gone.

The pain is overwhelming. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breath. I’ve been whipped before, but this might be the worst one. He wanted to hurt me, to torture me. Then Yoongi is there, his eyes wide and terrified. Though he lifts me gently, I can’t help the startled cry that leaves me.

“Oh god, baby. It’s gonna be okay. Please be okay,” His words are pleading and I can feel them nestle in my soul.

“It hurts, Yoongi,” I whimper.

“I know baby. Jin is gonna make it better,” His lips press to my forehead.

“Jungkook, grab my first aide kit. Namjoon, clear off the table. Hoseok, grab two sheets,” Jin’s instructions are hurried as he pulls chairs from around the table. I feel like I’m watching from far away, and it’s hard to focus.

Hoseok throws a sheet over the table and then Yoongi is laying me on it. It’s hard to focus and I feel like I’m fading in and out. For a moment, I’m unaware of anything. Then there’s a stinging pain on one of my wounds. He must be cleaning them. Then I’m gone again. When I come too again, I’m hazy. There’s a sharp pain and a dragging sensation.

“Just rest, baby. You’re gonna be okay,” Yoongi’s voice is gentle and I realize that someone is holding my hand. I can see tear stained eyes and I realize that they belong to Jimin. I want to ask where Taehyung is, if he’s okay, but I can’t find the words. Then, everything is dark again.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to ask any questions or make any comments!

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Mondstadt crew reacting to S/O being pregnant

Diluc

Is very calm on the outside, he is doing it for both of you. Everything gets baby proofed. No no suits of armor or swords on display. Winery? I don’t think so, he is making sure no one mistakes grape juice for wine. He is very on top of what needs to be done. You would think he was prepared for this. Does not take anyone’s bullshit. Especially later in your pregnancy. No one is making you do anything strenuous.

On the inside, very worried about being a dad. He still has to worry about the Abyss so he worries he won’t be able to protect you both.

Kaeya

Another one good at hiding how worried he is. Won’t even bat an eye about it. Just smiles and good vibes. But boy is he scheming. He will have entire scenarios already planned out in order to make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. Drinks less to stay sharp too. Although he likes to make jokes about making a small eyepatch for the baby or something.

Albedo

He is actually very enthusiastic about it, he is getting to see human life being created. Although you kind of feel like a test subject, he assures you he just wants to be careful. He has an entire baby log about how often the baby kicked and calculated the delivery. He was right. Albedo strikes me as the type to enjoy brining his child into work with him so he baby proofs his lab.

Bennett

Oh my god he is going to keep away from you as much as possible. But it hurts because he wants to be there all the time too. His bad luck makes it hard for him to find the best time to be around you.  Lowkey worried he might be the cause of a miscarriage or something. He tricks out a baby room that has an adventurer’s theme. He also dreams about taking the baby out on an adventure. Very happy dad.

Venti

Another one interested in the creation of humans but isn’t helpful with the pregnancy. He has next to no knowledge as to how to help so he kinda just hangs around. Oh but you bet he is already picking cute clothes and joke clothing. Like Venti would wear the “The Original” shirt and give the baby “The Remix” shirt. He will sing to your belly in hopes he can soothe the baby.

Razor

Has no idea what to do on a humane level but understands your body is changing. Will make sure you are healthy and comfortable. Like he will tell you to eat meat or bring you fruits he knows the wolf mom’s eat. He is trying, he knows it would be better to learn what humans do. Will try and ask Jean about it but speaking is hard. Klee can’t help much but at least she clues him in on it.

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