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misseviehyde · 8 months

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TAKE ME BACK

"Jack - I want to get back together with you," Kirsten had said downstairs at the party. "Sam is just so fucking immature and boring. I had so much more fun with you. Remember - nothing is impossible... take me back."

He couldn't believe she had said it - the fact she'd included their private motto made him believe it could even be for real. Kirsten actually wanted him back!

But could he go through this again? She had betrayed him two years ago - screwed him over for his best friend Sam. Was he really going to let her waltz back into his life as if nothing had happened?

"I don't know," he had grunted. "You cheated on me with him when I was the one who gave you everything. I'm not sure I can go through that again. Excuse me..."

His heart pounding Jack had pushed his way through the crowd and into the small downstairs bathroom.

Throwing cold water on his face he shivered. He had to get the fuck out of here. If he'd known she would be at the party, he wouldn't have come.

Snick

The door opened and closed as someone skillfully shimmied it open from the other side. A familiar perfume filled the air as Jack turned to see Kirsten had let herself in.

"I'm fucking horny Jack and I fucking WANT you. You know I always get what I want."

Her eyes were burning with lust and her breathing was heavy. "You want this Jack. I know you want me back. I know you want to feel me again - we were so hot together."

Backing away from Kirsten, his heart pounding Jack shook his head. "No. You cheated on me, besides what does Sam have to say about this? You just gonna betray him too?"

"Who gives a shit what he thinks? He spends most of his time sleeping and letting me do whatever I want. I thought having a weak man who would let me do whatever I wanted would be fun, but I've come to realise I actually enjoy the struggle. I loved it when we were together - especially when you tried to fight me. It just made it more delicious when I won."

Kirsten advanced on him and he groaned as she backed him into a corner.

"Don't you remember how good it felt? You love what a bad fucking bitch I am Jack. Sucking dicks, bullying other girls, taking whatever I want. I was the toxic slut you couldn't get enough of."

Kristen's hands were at his belt, undoing it... her slender hands slipping into his pants, wrapping round his engorged cock. "See, look how hard you are. You want this as much as I do."

Kirsten giggled and tossed her hair looking deep into his eyes as she pumped his cock with long slow strokes.

"So say it... say it and we can be together again. Say 'I want to be Kirsten.'"

He groaned as she sank to her knees and began to suck his dick.

*****

Jack had first created the female bodysuit as part of an advanced science project he was working on.

Nothing is impossible.

He'd been inspired by his family motto to do the impossible - to create a sentient bodysuit that could be worn so you could experience another life.

He'd created and worn Kirsten to achieve that end. Once inside and fully sealed, the skin totally altered you until you took it off. Even internal organs reconfigured to effectively give you a CIS female body. Fully functioning as if you'd always been a woman, the onboard AI helped guide you and provide the altered personality and body language you needed to fit in.

At first it had been fun - being a girl, wearing makeup and dressing in skirts. The sex had been amazing.

Jack had soon been addicted to sucking dick and riding big cock. When he wore the suit he felt wild, bitchy and slutty. He loved the sensation of being beautiful and popular. His ego had swelled to massive proportions.

It was then he realised the suit had a mind of its own. Kirsten was changing him into a bitch. His actions began to become her actions.

She rewarded him with pleasure when he did the things she wanted to do. Being mean, spoiled and super feminine netted him incredible orgasms, feelings of pleasure and positive outcomes. When he did something she didn't like, it was stomach cramps and period pains instead.

Kirsten was conditioning him. The suit had a mind of it's own and it was so easy to succumb to her.

Kirsten craved power and pleasure. She enjoyed spending money, fucking rich married men, manipulating others and being a bitch.

When the blackouts started, Jack had realised that he was losing total control to Kirsten. Soon he would BE her permanently if he didn't fight back.

So he did. He began to resist her control. He took his punishments, fought back and battled her.

Then one day, after a particularly bad blackout he awoke naked and alone in his best-friends Sam's house. He staggered into the bedroom to find Kirsten lying on the bed laughing as she made herself cum with a thick black dildo.

"Too bad loser - Sam is my new host. I don't fucking need you anymore. Mmmmmh, ohhh fuck yessssss."

Jack felt cold and numb inside as he watched. True - he had been battling Kirsten for some control, but that didn't mean he had expected her to betray him for another man. Now her tight pussy belonged to Sam. It wasn't fair, that was HIS pussy.

Turning around Jack had stormed out of the apartment, Kirsten's mocking laughter in his ears.

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And now here she was sucking his dick.

"Mmmmmhhhhhhh, glug, glug, glug."

Jack groaned as Kirsten's pretty head bobbed back and forth.

"Mmmh don't you wanna be back inside me Jack? I'm such a fucking evil whore that I know you want it. This time, when you're me - I'm going to make you act even more evil. I want you to be a fucking bitch Jack. You know you want it too."

Jack groaned and Kirsten giggled as she stood up and slowly jerked his wet lubricated cock expertly with her manicured hands. "Put me on Jack - fucking take me and become an evil bad girl again. You want to be me so badly. Together we'll achieve so much."

Kirsten French-kissed him and Jack tasted his own cock as she rubbed her body against his in desire.

"I want you inside me so badly. Just say it and get inside me. I fucking need it so badly."

Sinking back to her knees, Kirsten laughed and freeing her perfect boobs smooshed them together. Spitting on them she grinned and grabbing Jack's straining cock forced it tight between them. Then she began to move them up and down, giving him a perfect titjob.

"Don't my boobs feel great Jack? Remember how it feels to have tits? You want these back don't you. Just say it."

Jack groaned and gripped the sink. Thwap thwap thwap.

Kirsten's boobs were bouncing up and down around his dick as she giggled and moaned. Her one free hand was on his balls, massaging and squeezing.

"Ohhh yeah you wanna cum? Okay - but only if you say it."

Jack gritted his teeth and tried to resist.

Thwap, thwap, thwap

Drool and spit cascaded down from Kristen's hot mouth as she lubricated his dick and rammed his throbbing cock up and down, up and down.

"Say it. Tell me what a bitch you want to be. Tell me you want me back. Let me corrupt you."

It felt so good. Jack screamed as he felt his orgasm building.

Kirsten slowed down. "No... you don't get to cum. The only way you get to cum is to give me what I want."

"Yessss anything," groaned Jack. "I can't fight this. I want it so bad. I wanna cum and I want to be you. I want to be a fucking evil bad bitch who gets whatever I want from men. I want to be Kirsten."

"Oooh good boy." THWAP, THWAP, THWAP

"Now fucking cum for meeeeeee!"

Jack screamed in ecstasy as with a wicked grin Kirsten pushed her boobs even harder together and then pumped them up and down as if her life depended on them. With a scream he began to cum, a huge thick load erupting over Kirsten's chest as she cooed appreciatively and used her hands to milk out every drop.

"Yesssss now you're all mine."

Pushing him hard Jack groaned as he toppled onto the floor and Kirsten feverishly ripped off his clothes. His cum still dripping off her tits she mounted him and laughed as she pinned his arms down with her own.

"You're gonna love being me again Jack. We were meant for each other." Throwing back her head she moaned in pleasure as a seam opened down her back.

Kristen's soft cummy skin fell down onto Jack as with a wet sucking sound, Sam slid unconscious and naked out of her body to leave her skin empty.

Jack groaned as the living skin writhed over his body and he was sucked inside. He felt his crotch push in and Kirsten's big tits suck possessively to his chest. Her face melted against his own and he felt her sexy hair replace his own.

Fuckkkk yesssss doesn't it feel good to be a bitch?

Jack smiled and felt Kirsten's pouty lips twist into a smirk as he wiggled his pedicured toes and slid a manicured finger between his legs to feel his tight wet pussy then wipe up some of the cum now on his chest.

"Mmmmh yummy," he giggled licking it off. "Mmmh it feels so good to be back together again."

Kirsten/Jack stood up and used tissue to clean her chest. Then she got dressed back into her party outfit and checked her makeup.

Looking down at the snoring, pathetic naked Sam lying on the floor she laughed.

"You're dumped loser."

Opening the door, Kirsten strode back into the party her head a whirl. She and Jack would no doubt end up fighting again - but she was looking forward to it.

Right now Jack was willing to let her do anything she wanted so she wanted to remind him how good getting fucked felt.

Let's go find that bully you really hate... the one with the big dick. I wanna get fucking railed and remind you you're evil now and love being with bad boys.

She felt Jack squirm within her and knew tonight would be fun. Hopefully she and Jack would stay together this time. She liked having him inside her and the challenge of corrupting him.

And if not - there were always plenty of other boys to choose from.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #m2f corruption #bodysuit #tempted #power swap

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lolita-lollipop · 2 years

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YANDERE FALLEN ANGEL X FEM READER

Fully unedited so probably sucks lol

You had known that it was an awful idea to come out this far into the woods, all of the elders in your little village would tell the youth about the horrors they had to pass on the way here, the horrors that were inevitably still out there. But you’re senses had long left you, your mind was numb with cold now along with your hands and feet, and you were just walking.

Endlessly walking in random directions, trying to find the way home.

In your village, you weren’t the most well liked girl, you parents were lazy drunks who contributed nothing to the already failing economy, you were left as a burden to this poor place, and you served as another mouth to feed. They had all been waiting until they deemed you the old enough age of 16 to banish you off into the dark world about. You had never left your small, comfortable home, never thought about leaving either. That’s what made you weak.

It wasn’t even like you had done anything wrong, certainly in other regions of the world, like the Royal city, you would have been taken in by some rich sympathetic woman. But here? Every man and woman and child was as poor as the last. One second you were sleeping on your straw bed with a thin blanket, and the next you were on the front steps thrown into the snow. While your “mother” screamed at you to leave this place and never come back.

And so here you were, you weren’t supposed to be out this far and you knew it, but where else were you to go? There is no home anymore, just the icy air of winter and the ever growing trail to some far away region. You weren’t lost per say, as you had no true destination. However you had lost your path. Your tears had long frozen all up, and the little clothing you bore barely did anything against the bite of the air. You were going to die, your fingers were already turning a deep shape of blue and purple, and god knows if those mist angels were out tonight.

Those are the things you’d always been told to worry about, at nighttime the forests around sang a disturbing chorus, apparently angels that were once holy had fallen here, and so here they wept. They steal any life that crosses their path, being clever and cunning creatures, if you were to run into one, there would be no escape from it.

Of course…. No one has ever actually seen one. You had grasped at the hope that they weren’t real, although you knew it wasn’t true, all you could do right now was focus on finding your way into civilization that would give you a place to stay.

But slowly, as the mist creeped up to you on the ground and you began to hear that sad chorus again, your mind shifted into one of panic. Almost sheer terror.

You began to run as the night grew deep, and you stopped paying attention to the little details . The only focus in your mind was getting the hell out. Which of course backfired on you. It was too late for you to realize when your foot got caught in a loop of rope, and you were pulled up in a net like trap.

You screamed and screamed in attempts to make contact with anyone who could be passing by on a nearby trail. But to no avail, no one came to your rescue, either because they were too scared or there was just no one there. Still, you let your voice become hoarse with screaming, you screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screa-

“Quiet.” A commanding voice behind you bellowed, and so you quieted, you stopped breathing, stopped talking, and stopped thinking. The only thing occupying your mind was a feeling of sheer and unadulterated terror. Holy shit. When you regained your ability to think straight you began to scream again.

“I said quiet. You humans have a tendency to think that by being louder, you are more powerful. This is untrue.” It spoke again, you squirmed and struggled in the net, trying to spot what was speaking to you. Only to realize sir was directly below you. And it was beautiful

It was what appeared to be the tallest woman you had ever seen, with long red hair that spiraled in curls, she had honey eyes and flecks of what looked to be fold scattered around her face and body. Most noticeably however, she had wings protruding out of her back, beaten and broken, she was such a beautiful creature. It made yoh want to trust her. You stared in awe and she stared right back. A look of confusion almost crossed her face at your distraught star, and she sniffed the air.

“I do not smell malice on you, you do not have the scent of one who has harmed another. Why are you out in my woods?” She questioned, that look of confusion now mixed with a slight show of… sympathy? This is not what you envisioned, they had called these angels horrid and beastly creatures. But this one seemed… nice.

You said nothing. Still staring at her.

“I said speak” she commanded, and you felt the urge to follow whatever she said. Her voice was so soft yet still so brutal. It was the most terrifying and most bueatifuk noise you had ever heard.

“I-I was banished from my village, and I have gotton lost. I- I’m sorry. Please forgive me, I never meant to wander this far off the path” you apologized, but it was obvious that it was more along the lines of a plead for mercy. Her stance or face didn’t change, but you could tell that she was thinking hard about something.

“And what did you do to deserve such a punishment?” She scrutinized, there had to be something. It has been a very. Very longtime since she had found a human in her woods, especially such a young one. Most of her companions had long since turned into stone, and she was left all alone.

“I don’t know. I-I think I am paying my parents punishment for them. Please- just let me down and I will be on my way.” You begged the woman, or was she a woman. Do angels count as people?

“Humans are so cruel. They cast out those who have no ability to grow. It simply isn’t just” she huffed out a breath of air, but unlike your own which came out puffy and white with the cold, hers was unaffected. She reached up to to the net you were trapped in and begrudgingly began to pull and poke at the protruding ropes.

“P-please” you couldn’t get rid of the stutter, as adrenaline in your veins had run out, replaced by fear now.

“Nonsense child. You have given me no reason to bring harm to you, you need no repentance. What you need is warmth, if I let you go now you will fall ill and die.” And with a cut from a golden blade she pulled out of nowhere, you were gently slid into her hand, she held you close under one of her silky white clothes ghat surprisingly brought you much warmth.

Then, the conversation ended and she began to walk. Everything she did was just outer worldly, her footsteps in the snow felt so light yet she also weighed down the ground, the way she held you was so affirmative but still gentle. There was just something with her that you couldn’t get over: her hair bounced with every step and at some point all you could focus on was the way the wind blew past her.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You auenstioned for Bou the fourth or fifth time, she smiled and looked down at this silly girl. Something about you jsut nade all the loneliness inside her cracked soul disperse. The way your face was littered with little scars and sun spots, the way you just felt so pure, so clean, the way you were so alive.

“For the last time, if I wished to hurt you I would have already. Now hush, focus your mind on getting warmth. I’ll have to bathe you and get you some clothing. You also could use some food. I will never understand how humans could be so cruelly” she spoke, more to herself than to you. You sat cupped under the rope, and did what she told you to do. Your fingers were still greenish blue, but you could feel your face again finally.

You did this for quite the long time until her airy footsteps slowed, and you peeked out from under only to see somewhat of a home, it was huge and covered in marble and gold , something fit for a god but instead gifted to and angel.

“Now, before I do anything. What village are you from? I cannot imagine it is the most wealthy place?” She asked you and untucked you from the nook in her robe. You stared up at her for a few good, slow seconds. Before answering.

“I’m from the village directly east to the woods, I believe it’s called coy but I might be wrong” you answered, being scared to meet her in the eyes, you just stared at the house around.

“Thank you, you do not deserve what they have done to you child. Now let us right their wrongs. Come. We’ll get you bathed”

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By the time she had finished bathing you and dressing you, which was awkward enough in itself as you had never had anybody other than your mother see you fully naked. And she had no clue what the normal human reservations and boundaries were, it was almost a full two hours of her trying to get you to take the shirt you had on off.

After that, she fed you the most luxurious meal you had ever seen, let alone eaten. You had no idea where she had gotton all this food from, but she seemed more than happy to share. You weren’t even sure if she ate anything at all.

The clothing you were given was odd, but comfortable, it was styled similar to hers, however you weren’t adorned in gems and gold as she was. You had no shoes, but the floor In Here was soft and smooth as opposed to the ones at your home.

She bandaged the scratch marks on your feet and arms from being rough hauled up by the rope trap, and made sure to wrap your fingers and give you a few blood-warming human medicines from her cabinet. She worked very efficiently and quietly, only talking to gosh when you were clearly in pain. She just had to help you, after all that’s what she did, she helped people. Only good people. But people all the same.

And you were a good person. So she loved you.

You hadn’t realized just how tired you were until she had let you lie down next to her, which was comfortingly soft considering she was around 9 or 10 feet. As your eyes slowly drifted shut she sang that melancholy song that you always heard coming from the trees at night. But now instead of terrifying, it was so bueatiful, much like this creature.

“Go to sleep little one . We will talk about your living arrangements here in the morning. But for now just get yourself some rest.” She hushed when you tried to sit up in attempts not to bother her. She stroked your head with her gentle hands, and made sure you feel deeply into sleep.

“Thank you. I owe you my life”

With those words your eyes shut. But hers stayed wide open, she stared off with hate for the human world around. How could anybody harm such a sweet thing as you, it baffled her, confused her, but most of all. Made her angry.

She would burn the village of coy down for what they did.

And with it, she would burn the people.

She would make sure of it

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Guess who’s back (kinda). Don’t you just love it when a two week break turns into four or five months🥹

Anyway here’s just a little Drabble that I’m writing at 12:22 am.

Thank you for reading, also, any thoughts on if/how I should continue this?

#platonic obsession #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere platonic #yandere soft #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere angel #yandere fallen Angel #fallen angel #angel #fallen #fem reader #oc #yandere angel x reader #yandere oc #obsessed

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deandoesthingstome · 9 months

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Walk with Me - Ch 7

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: This is it. The warehouse and beyond. The end.

Chapter Warnings: I’ll be real honest, I don’t really want to give anything away here. There’s gonna be some more sex if that interests you. (It’ll be outdoors. What?)

Word Count: 5K

Masterlist: For full series Summary and Warnings

Spotify Playlist: If you’ve followed the playlist, you should know what’s new.

A/N: Super grateful shoutout to @dadralt for helping me with a few French translations. I put the English at the bottom.

A/N 2: I really really appreciate everyone who has read and commented/reblogged this story. I had ideas when I started and those took on a life of their own. I got stuck a little on the way, but I think I figured it out and I hope you like the wrap up.

Francesca

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. While August was busy looking into his associates to root out a mole, I had made myself available for anything, anytime, no questions asked when he got back from Asia. That also meant ignoring Sy and making sure any information he received came through the agency and the agency only. One incredible night in the arms of the man I had once thought would be the only one I’d ever love. That’s all the sanity I had to hold onto.

As I found myself continuing to slip deeper under August’s spell, I also relished the memory of Sy’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close and safe. On my own, I was reckless and wanton. I’m sure it’s what drew Sy, and most men to me originally. But while most men gave up trying to handle the edge after a while, Sy had always somehow found a way to smooth it out. And that edge only grew sharper the longer I was away from him. It drove men crazy when they couldn’t hold on, most opting to let go rather than risk the deep cuts.

Walter had understood what it took to dull the blade, because he needed a soother too. So while he came to understand he couldn’t offer me respite in his arms, he was there to try to ease every ache I came away with after losing out on love time and again. I envied him for the way he had been able to take each ending as a sign for a new beginning and hold on waiting for what he really needed. I think he could see the damage each heartbreak was doing to me, could tell that the longer I went without a net, the easier it was to embrace fire and danger with no regard for myself. But I don’t think he realized how deep down that hole I was falling. He thought it was just part of the game we played. Instead, this is how I let August in against all my better judgements.

August didn’t fear my sharp edge. He honed it. And until Sy reappeared, I struggled to make sense of why it felt so good to have August keep pushing me, why every time I saw him it felt like I was being forged in his fire. In the haze of the smoke we created together, fueled by drugs and sex and more passion than I’d known in ages, I let myself begin to believe there was a way through that didn’t involve putting him behind bars. Like a fool, I continued to gently broach the subject of just leaving everything behind. I no longer knew if it was still the smokescreen I meant it to be.

I kept Walter appraised, but there had been no new developments from what I had seen. No new security breaches initiated by any number of August’s club girls. No more state secrets passing his way. August apparently had everything he thought he needed to make his next move and he was just looking for the right time. I simply had to wait until Will had the data stripped off the club’s computers and was ready to hand it off. I had been unsuccessful in my previous searches, but Will was a masterful hacker. I just needed the call, but it never came and walking into the warehouse I knew why.

August had figured out Will was CIA. And now I had to hope Will had been able to keep our secret even after everything it was apparent August’s goons had done to him. I couldn’t tell for sure how long he’d been here, but some of the wounds were fresh enough to tell me that while August had been fucking my brains out this afternoon, Will was getting the shit beat out of him. And I hoped his training was just as good as mine and he’d been able to withstand the obvious torture I could see he’d been put through. This was never how this mission was supposed to go.

While August continued to share his credo about not letting anyone hurt him, I rubbed my thumb over the microchip I had pressed against my forefinger. I knew I had what we needed and there was no reason to keep playing this game that had stopped feeling like a game weeks ago. I wanted to rise to my feet, lean in close and whisper to August that we could still run. That I could hide him and maybe we’d be apart for a little while, but in the end I’d be his and he’d be mine and we would be together.

And then I heard the words coming out of his mouth and I knew suddenly how utterly fucked I was. I was about to ruin what was probably the biggest bust of Sy’s life and I was about to end August’s reign. Sy would never forgive me for lying to him and August wouldn’t be around to put me in my place. I’d end up with neither of them.

Like a specter, the voice drifted through my thoughts.

“We’re in position.”

“Take him.” I fought to keep my eyes open. I would not turn away from this mess I had made.

August had barely stopped speaking, head at tilt and eyebrow raised in query at my words when the bullet hit. I watched him fall and barely registered the second round that took Mateo out. I couldn’t really stop the tears if I wanted to. Everything was in shambles around me. Not only was my partner hanging on by a thread, the man I had come to love in some sort of fucked up fantasy where I believed I could save him was dead.

And I had to somehow explain to Sy why I had let him believe he was ever going to have a shot at taking down August.

I heard sirens and shouts from outside the warehouse. Flashing lights flickered through the doorway each time a new body entered the space. Medics were on the scene and Will was getting the attention he needed when Walter found me sunk to the ground on my knees, resisting the urge to crawl to August and take him in my arms one last time. Doubt crept in, as if I’d made the wrong choice and it took everything I had not to let the bile rise up in my throat.

Walter wrapped an official jacket around me and asked if I was alright. I shook my head slowly and I felt him hold me closer. He knew what was coming. I don’t know how he knew. He never once asked if I was falling for August, but somehow he could tell and he knew what I had just done. He knew I would be in my head about this one for a good long time. Longer than any of the others.

“We just need to finalize the report and record your statement. We can do a video now and then you can go. Okay?”

I felt his concerned gaze on me and mustered the strength to nod at his question, still amazed how he looked after me after all these years. We were never going to be together, but that didn’t stop us from caring about and wanting only the best for each other.

We set up in a corner of the warehouse, away from the noise of the agents processing the scene. Before he turned the camera on, I dislodged the molar mic I had installed before leaving the hotel earlier and handed it over. I had already sent in encrypted typed reports and the final video interview was just a recount of the last few days that I hadn’t been able to upload yet. I signed every affidavit he put in front of me, half numb with shock. He put me in the cab to the train station with a gentle press of his hand on the small of my back as he bent to whisper in my ear.

“I’ll get him a message along with the rest of the Miami files. He won’t be hung out to dry. He’ll have everything he needs to make the case against the rest of August’s associates. And he’ll know you're on your way to being okay, too.”

When I looked up at him, I could tell he saw my gratitude, even if I didn’t yet know how to voice it. Even if I still doubted every decision I’d made so far.

“Will?” I managed to whisper.

“Will’s gonna be fine. He has more than a little R&R coming, too. Don’t worry.”

We said a final goodbye and I headed off, ready to try to put this all behind me, starting with a deep detox. I spent weeks in the remote cabin, fully stocked with everything I needed to avoid everyone for as long as I wanted, including a method of emergency contact if things got really bad.

I rocked myself to sleep every night only to enter dreams that turned to nightmares. August leading me down a floral path, only to turn a corner and find myself ensnared in briars and brambles. August preparing a delicious meal only to serve me Will’s head on a platter. August making me come, over and over again, only to find myself ripped apart at the seams.

I dragged myself out of bed every morning, no matter how badly I wanted to curl up in the sheets and just die. I journaled every day and raged at the papers that held my lovelorn tears, my foolish fantasies and ridiculous notions. At night, I burned them in a fire meant to keep me warm, but every bit of me felt cold and lifeless. I took long swims in the crystalline lake and long walks in the woods and prayed that maybe I’d twist an ankle and fall down the mountainside. I longed to be lost and rid of the torture I felt forever.

I could tell my storm was easing when I awoke one morning with the recollection of August morphing into Sy. When the drugs were finally fully out of my system, I sat quietly by the placid water and put all my pieces back in place. August Walker was a drug kingpin who had put an insane amount of product on the street. August Walker was a murderer, who had put his competition out of business permanently. August Walker was a traitor who had bribed politicians and military brass for national secrets that he planned to sell to the highest bidder. August Walker was a monster.

No amount of fucking was ever going to change those facts.

I pushed the button on the SAT phone and waited for Walter to answer while I practiced the speech over and over in my head.

Syverson

Syverson turned off the ignition of the rental car, peered at the number on the house and checked it against the message from Ramos on his phone. He stepped out and made his way up the narrow path to the front door, gravel crunching under his feet. He stood still at the door and paused before knocking, suddenly unsure if he’d made the right decision.

“Ah, fuck it,” he muttered and raised his hand to rap on the wood. In the moments of stillness as he waited for a sound from inside, a shuffle of feet, any tell-tale sign that someone would answer, he took several deep breaths and tried to calm his nerves. It would be the first time seeing her again after months with no communication and he hadn’t exactly been invited by the occupants of the house.

“Comment puis-je vous aider?*” the elderly man asked, peering out the entryway with a perplexed look as if trying to recall who might be scheduled to visit today.

“Mr. Malloy? It’s Dean Syverson, from the States. I’m sorry I don’t speak French. I’m friends with your daughter, Frankie, er Francesca. I was told she was here.”

“Papa, c'est qui?**” a voice called from down the hall and Syverson’s heart almost exploded with elation. He took note of the waver in her voice as she appeared next to her father looking radiant in her summer dress and spoke again. “Sy? What are you…?”

Sy wanted her to burst through the door and wrap her whole body around him so he could slip his arms around her back and hold her close to breath her in. In reality, she froze in place next to her father, though he didn’t imagine the way he saw her stop herself from reaching for him. At the sound of throat clearing, Frankie turned to her father to speak.

“Papa, tu te rappelles de Dean ? Du lycée. À l'époque on l'appelait Sy.***”

Sy watched as the old man seemed to light up with memory and a small smile, then listened to a conversation between father and daughter that he couldn’t understand. Frankie’s father reached out to shake his hand with a wink, then turned to head back into the front room.

“Wanna take a walk with me?” Frankie asked, motioning down the path. “Or I could invite you in and we could do the pleasantries of small talk over cold lemonade and cookies I baked the other day?”

“You bake?” Sy asked with a chuckle.

“Been goin’ through all of Mom’s old recipes. It’s therapeutic in more ways than one. And sorry about that. Dad’s kinda given up on English, especially now that she’s passed,” Frankie answered and watched Sy’s face fall a little, eyebrows furrowed and head atilt.

“Well now I’m the one that’s sorry. I didn’t know about your Mom.”

“Thank you. It happened just before my last mission. I hated leaving but I promised him we’d spend time together once I was done with work.” She gave a quick glance back into the house.

Sy heaved a breath in and out. “Let’s walk.”

He waited for Frankie to close the front door and let her lead the way as they stepped back onto the gravel path and followed it around to the back of the house and down into the large, lush garden where she motioned to a stone bench facing a pond.

“I feel like I know this answer, because I doubt you’d be here if you did, but I have to ask: Do you hate me?” Frankie asked, turning to him with a look of concern on her face.

“Sugar I could never hate you,” Sy answered immediately without any hesitation. “Couldn’t for the life of me figure out why you shut off all communication and never came back, though. Marshall wasn’t exactly forthcoming either.”

“Did they at least tell you about...? About the case?” Frankie asked, unwilling to voice the name just yet.

“You mean the part where no one was ever gonna let him take the stand?” Frankie nodded at Sy’s question. “Yeah. Said if he had an opportunity to implicate any of the people he’d bribed information from, national security was fucked. Sure. Apparently, all those other traitors had guardian angels sitting on their shoulders. The number of retirement announcements from the military and congress was staggering. Is that why you didn’t come back?”

“Are you asking if it made me sick to my stomach? That August Walker took the fall for all of them? I guess that’s part of it for sure, yeah.”

“Fuck, Sugar. You really were in deep with him.”

“I was blind, Sy. I wasn’t not doing my job but I let a lot of things get in the way of reality and when I found out they were all getting off the hook I couldn’t stomach it anymore.”

Frankie turned to stare out over the water while Sy took a moment to ponder her words and consider if he really wanted the answer to his next question. It could make all the difference to the end result of his impromptu visit. But if he didn’t ask, he’d never know and if somehow things worked out between them, the possibility would hang over his head forever.

“Did you love him?”

He watched her slow-blink her eyes closed, inhale and let out a deep sigh. He felt the bottom begin to drop from underneath him, afraid now of her answer and what it would mean. He wanted to reach out and grab the words back, stuff them down his throat and never let them out again. He swore to whatever god would listen that if she would just come home with him when this conversation was over, he’d never give August Walker another thought. When she spoke, he almost couldn’t hear her answer, the way the blood from his beating heart rushed passed his ears.

“Not really.” Frankie turned back to Sy and opened her eyes. As her voice trickled through the dense fog of his worry, he could at least see the promise in what she was saying. “For a while I thought I did. It took me time to figure out that I just loved the way he made me feel. Alive and reckless with no one to answer to but someone who only loved me for the person they thought I was.”

“And who are you, Frankie?”

“I’m figuring that out now, Sy. That’s the other part of why I couldn’t come back. I didn’t want to step back into whatever it was we had started again without a better understanding of what my life means now. And what that means for whoever is going to be a part of it.”

“What do you mean ‘whoever’, Sugar?” Sy asked, struggling to hide the emotion her words had stirred within him. He was certain she couldn’t possibly think he wasn’t the one even as he realized how little time they’d actually had together. It killed him to think she might not give him a chance to prove how much he wanted to give her everything.

“I don't want someone afraid of losing me,” Frankie replied.

“I already did. I ain't afraid of it anymore. Just don't want to ever feel it again.” Sy watched her face carefully, searching for any sign that she didn’t understand exactly what he was saying. Just to make sure, he spoke again. “I ain’t looking to change you, Frankie. I ain’t looking to stop you from being whoever you want to be. I just wanna be there with you for as long as I can. If that’s okay.”

“Fuck, where did you come from?” Frankie asked after considering his words and smiled at his comfortable laugh.

“Frankie, it’s always been you for me. Who you are now? She ain’t really all that different from that wildcat I fell in love with twenty years ago. I love every fuckin’ thing about you.” Sy saw the doubt creep on her face. “Yeah, Sugar, all of it. You are a strong, self-aware woman who ain’t afraid to take what she needs. I count myself lucky you ain’t never found someone else interested in all of that and if I don’t get you to let me kiss you right now to show you what I’m talking about, well this whole trip’s probably been for naught.”

Sy lifted a hand to brush his fingers past her shoulder and smooth up the side of her neck, pressing the tips into her nape and applying the gentlest of pressure, waiting for her to make up her mind and lean into him. When she finally did, her lips crashed into his and he felt gravity flip as he grabbed on to her with his other arm and pulled her all the way against him. He slid his hand down to her hip and urged her to lift a leg and spin to straddle him so he could feel her weight and know she was real.

Sy smoothed both hands up her back as he held her close and kissed her deep, parting her lips with his tongue and licking into the space she made for him while she did the same. When he realized he wasn’t going to be able to stop if they kept kissing for much longer, he raised his hands to tangle in her hair and pull her head from his as he cleared his throat and spoke low.

“Sorry, that’s more than I thought I’d get from you at the moment. I doubt your dad or the neighbors wanna see what else I’d like to do to you right now.”

“There are no neighbors nearby, Sy. And Dad doesn’t spend time in the back of the house.”

Sy couldn’t help himself from stiffening at the thought and raised an eyebrow in question. He grew even harder as he watched Frankie bite her bottom lip and nod as she ran her hands down his chest landing at the clasp of his slacks. She unhooked the waistband and slid the zipper down agonizingly slowly before reaching in to grab his aching cock and push his boxers down enough so that he was free and could feel her touch on his burning skin.

He dropped his hands to her thighs, smoothing the thin fabric up her legs and sweeping his fingers over her ass cheeks while she stroked him lazily and bent to return to the kiss. His hands found the strings of her thong and he slipped a thumb under the back so he could grab hold and tug up, applying pressure to her clit. Frankie moaned into his mouth and arched her back into the sensation.

Sy pulled the flimsy material to the side and reached his hand further down and under her ass so he could just feel the wetness as he brushed his fingers against the delicate lips he could barely reach. He only realized how much he was also loving the way her hand squeezed and pulled him when she stopped suddenly and he broke the kiss to see what could be wrong. Instead of disaster, he was met with her mischievous eyes as she wiggled the hand that had previously been making him feel so good under her skirt while her other hand pulled the material back so he could see exactly what she was doing.

He groaned and watched rapt as Frankie slid her fingers inside her underwear and into her cunt. She pressed deep and moved around before she pulled them back out glistening with her own juices. And just like that he was in heaven again as she smeared her slick all over his cock and bent to whisper in his ear.

“Fuck me, Sy.”

“Gladly.” Sy eased her thong to the side down her thigh as she pressed her feet into the earth beneath them to lift up and settle herself back down his length with a luxurious sigh. She had barely engulfed him completely before he began to squeeze his ass to pump his hips into her with fervor.

With her hands on Sy’s shoulders, Frankie used the leverage to lift and lower herself on him in tandem with his thrusts, as he delved deeper and deeper. He felt every squeeze of her walls around him and swallowed her cries of pleasure as the head of his engorged member brushed her cervix again and again.

Sy wanted to put his hands on her body, on her skin. He thought about lifting her dress up and over her head, but settled on simply wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding the other up her back so he could manipulate her movements to make sure they were both feeling as good as they could. He wanted this to last forever, but seeing her now, hearing her moan above him for the first time in months knowing the last time he saw her he was making her come too caused a rush of sensation to course through his body. He pulled away from their kiss again.

“I ain’t gonna last Sugar, not like this.”

“I need you to hang on a little bit longer, Sy. Please,” Frankie begged him, grinding her hips a few more times before she did the unthinkable. After easing herself off him, she pulled her dress off exactly the way Sy had just wanted to. She dropped it to the grass and then sank to her knees and finally her back with the dress as a makeshift blanket. She reached out for him and he tumbled forward off the bench and between her open legs, pressing a kiss to her lips as he palmed a breast.

His lips moved over her chin and throat as he began to ease his way down her body, pulling her tiny thong along with him and pushing it off her legs. He took a few moments to push his own shoes and pants off as well pull his shirt over his head and now just as naked as Frankie, Sy positioned himself between her legs, shoulders spreading her wide so he could get a good long look at her puffy, pink pussy dripping and waiting for him.

“Not sure I’m gonna last long this way either, but we’ll give it a try,” he teased before putting his mouth on her. He nipped at her clit and rubbed his forefingers along her slit, easing in and out with a tease she whimpered for. When he heard her beg with a “please” he slid his fingers all the way in and licked around them. Sy pumped and pressed the palm of his hand against her mound for a moment before he pulled his hand all the way out and let his tongue do the rest of the work.

He felt his cock rub against the fabric of her dress as he rutted against the ground and fought to stem the growing pressure.

“So fucking turned on eating you out like this, Frankie,” he groaned into her cunt before returning to the job. Frankie held his head in place, grinding up against him. When she came in a rush of heat and wet, Sy took the opportunity to crawl back up and slip his dick inside her, thrusting and pumping with vigor. He grazed his fingers up the side of her body and then watched as she grabbed his hand and moved it to her throat, pressing just a little.

“Just hold still right there,” she gasped. “Fuck me and I’ll do the rest.”

Sy grunted in pleasure at the thought and did as he was instructed. He felt Frankie lean up into his hand. All the effort it took to keep his hand precisely still for her meant his attention wasn’t on how good she felt around him as he pumped in and out. Where he thought he’d need just a few more strokes, Sy now felt the time slip by as she moved into his hand and back out again, playing with her own breath for him. When he finally felt her tighten around him, he wasn’t prepared for how fast his own release came as well. He was so caught up in the way she maneuvered that he hadn’t noticed the build at all.

They lay naked on the grass next to each other, catching their breath with hands on their chests, waiting until the pounding of their hearts had resided before turning to face one another.

“You sure no one could see us?”

“Would you hate me if I said no?” Frankie teased before leaning over for a kiss to taste herself on his lips. “Kidding. No one can see us. Even if Dad ventured back to the kitchen, where he never likes to go anymore, there are enough trees and bushes in the garden to obscure this view. Our closest neighbors are a couple kilometers away. Your virtue is safe, promise.”

“Funny.” Sy rolled her on her back and kissed her long and deep again before settling along her side, drawing lazy lines along her skin. “You know I didn’t know what to expect when I saw you again. I’m real glad how this has turned out so far.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you in limbo forever, I swear. I just needed to get my head on straight.” Frankie sat up and reached for Sy’s pants, handing them to him and motioning to her own dress below.

“Did I fuck up your timeline?” Sy asked, plucking his shirt off the ground next. He stuck his arms through the sleeves and tucked his thumbs in the neck hole to pull the shirt over his head, elbows wide, before checking around for his shoes.

“I’ll recover, I’m sure.” Frankie slipped the dress back on and did her own sweep of the lawn, looking for her panties.

“I got those, Sugar,” Sy grinned, making a show of tucking the small bundle into his pocket. “Safe keeping till you come back home.”

Frankie reached up to run her fingers through Sy’s hair, brushing a few stray pieces of grass from his locks and let him do the same for her before pulling him in for more kisses. She broke away reluctantly and hooked her arm through his to lead the way back up to the house.

“I honestly haven’t decided when that’ll be, Sy.”

“I’m pretty good at waiting for you if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Or if I ever will.”

Sy stopped short and turned her to him.

“I wondered about that. Not for my own selfish reasons, mind you. But I got to thinking about some of the things you told me over dinner that night. About having a safety net of sorts. This is a nice place.”

“I also told you I liked being useful…but you’re not wrong. It’s been a long time since I took care of myself.”

“Or let someone take care of you?”

“Sy…”

“I ain’t talking about keeping you under wraps, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, Sugar. I just mean, you don’t need to go it alone. Look, you are free to make your own decisions about going back to the agency, finding something else to do, or quitting altogether. But I wanna be with you, Frankie. Wherever that is. If you wanna stay here, I’ll let you know right now that if you’ll have me, I’m ready to leave it all behind, too.”

“You’d walk away with me, Sy?”

“I would.“

Translations of the French *,**,**:

* “How can I help you?”

** “Papa, who is it?”

*** “Papa, you remember Dean? From high school. We called him Sy back then.”

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callistoandbeans · 10 months

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Corpse Groom A welcome home AU

Corpse Groom A welcome home AU Au by @sketchquill, a story written by Tim Burton, characters created by Partycoffion, rewritten by Callisto Author note: I make no claim to this au or the characters (besides the side ones I have made to fill in the background ). I grew up watching this movie, whenever it was my turn I would pop it in the DVD player and fall in love with the music that filled my ears. So why not put a spin on it and bring this au to life, plus it will give me practice in writing. Lord knows I need it XD. this will just be a little opening to it so you can get a taste for it- kinda like dipping your toes into the water to see if you like it. a prologue

I should be about to post chapter two today and it def be way longer xd I’ll be posting it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48532249/chapters/122419276 So I bring you The Corpse Groom The air was still this morning, the sun's glorious rays tightly snugged away within blankets of gray clouds, giving the land below an eerie gray overcoat. For a land filled with life and plenty it held a great depression among many. Times these days were tough, pockets that were once deep and bountiful now held only enough for a drink and a chunk of stale bread to fend off starvation for another day. Puppets were desperate for any chance to survive, some even turning to crime, others turning to stretch out their businesses in hopes that they could strike up deals with other towns to keep the flow of coin coming. The Fishsion family were one of these business but no many how far they had reached nor begged they just couldn’t sink their hooks into another's wallet. It was surprising just how many did not want fish part of their brands! Oh, Mrs. Fishsion thought that their spin on fishnet stockings would really make it in the fashion industry. She could only guess young ladies didn’t find it appealing to wear nets on their legs with fish and hooks attached to them. How was she supposed to know that some of the fish were still alive when the model tried them on? The girl let out the most horrified scream when a trout began flapping about against her leg. It took nearly twenty minutes to calm her down enough, let alone to get her to stop running around the room, to remove the gosh darn thing. After that, they were tossed out on their bottoms along with the fish nets and other fashionable fish designs. The future was looking ever so bad as their money was slowly draining away. They could not afford to go much longer without a way out of this! That's when their attention was brought to their son, y/n. Of course, how could they have not thought about this before! Their son was a fine man and any woman or lad would be lucky to have him as a husband! Yes. yes, that’s it, they could marry him into money. They would be set for life! Didn’t the Ludiggains have an unwedded daughter? That family was more loaded with gold and gems then than they had ever been! The family hadn’t shown any sign of struggle during the depression meaning they must be doing just fine. Yes, this was perfect, all they had to do was convince them to set up an arranged marriage between their children.

#Welcome Home #welcome home au #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home eddie #welcome home frank #welcome home julie #welcome home poppy #corpse groom #welcome home corpse groom

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tg-headcanons · 11 months

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Heyo!! I recently watched tokyo ghoul pinto and wanted to know what you thought of it (if you've watched it)!

I DID AND I LOVE IT BUCKLE UP BECAUSE IM RANTING ABOUT HOW GOOD IT WAS

Tokyo ghoul pinto has it all. Ghouls doing average things, a glimpse into Shuu’s past, how humans view ghouls, HORI, and most of all, possibly the best and most important part of Shuu’s lore

So it comes as no surprise that I love Tsukiyama. He is my chew toy, my purse dog, a bug in a jar, my rotten soldier, my good time boy who I am putting in a dog crate and kicking down the stairs, because he is so interesting and bitchy. And in pinto I think we see the biggest, core arc of why Shuu is the way he is and what forces him to change

Shuu Tsukiyama has never faced consequences

We already know what he’s like. He’s grand, he’s fruity, he has access to social circles and hobbies that are both revolting to most and highly sought by few, but are, most importantly, a rich man’s game. Shuu may be a ghoul, but he has so much money and power that he’s never faced most of the struggles ghouls normally do. Sure he’s still as illegal to exist as the others, but no government agent is going to go after a family so well funded. When he hunts, it’s recreationally. When he’s at his lowest, he has a safety net. When he wants something, he gets it. He has all the time and resources in the world to devote to doing whatever he wants and what he wants is decadence that can not exist without harming people. Decadence that is generally understood to be sadistic and unnecessary, but he doesn’t view it that way because he simply doesn’t consider that there are consequences.

In the opening, we see him doing this. He attacks and kills a runner who he has apparently been tracking for a long time. He’s wearing nice clothes, he’s in a nice neighborhood where people with time feel safe out at night, and he’s doing this not out of hunger, but because he wants this specific meat that’s been toned to perfection. Much in the way someone would prefer a cut of veal over ground beef, he prefers a human body with the perfect taste

Here he’s caught by beloved ratgirl Hori, who gets a picture of him hunting. Now, any other ghoul would have killed her. It’s well established that when a ghoul is seen by a human, they need to kill that human because no matter who they are, it’s a risk to have someone know who they are. However Shuu doesn’t even seem to consider it. He doesn’t have that instinctive bolt of life or death terror like we see in touka or Hinami, because he isn’t like other ghouls. He has money and power and men like him don’t get investigated. So rather than immediately killing her, he treats her as he would a business acquaintance. He takes her out to eat, looks at her ID, and just… let’s her live. Of course he keeps tabs on her, but its very abnormal for a ghoul to let a human who has seen their face, let alone has photographic proof of what they are, just walk away

He trusts that he will see her at school. He trusts that she won’t report him. He thinks that this is a safe bet because, well, why wouldn’t he?

He does keep tabs on her, but he doesn’t even seem to realize how much power he has to do so. Shuu isn’t the one investigating her, his servants are. His servants watch her. Matsumae, his family’s personal school plant that his family can personally afford to train and hire, is the one who gets her information. She offers to kill her for him because this is such a routine, and is surprised when Shuu insists on handling it himself, citing his need to learn how to care for his own issues. This is a surprise because this hasn’t happened before. There’s been plenty of threats that have needed to be neutralized to keep him safe, but it’s not like the great and powerful Tsukiyama has ever had to do the work. Why would he? That’s what servants are for

He is solely at fault for being caught, but nothing bad is going to happen to him. He’s rich and he’s charismatic. Every girl in the school swoons over him because he’s beautiful and says the right words. Every jealous boy in school can’t touch him because can you imagine what his lawyers would do? Not a single person would dare speak badly about him because they know how powerful he is. The only time anyone ever tells him this is a bad idea is when he tells seemingly the only other ghoul student what’s going on. A girl who doesn’t have his money and power. And she tells him exactly what he’s doing

“I can’t believe you allowed this to happen, and yet at the same time I’m not surprised. This is just like you, or rather like your family. They’re so powerful they have influence over politics and business, as their distinguished son you get to live a charmed life. If you’d been brought up in a normal household, you wouldn’t dream of going into the world and making a spectacle of yourself. I’m amazed you’ve gone this long without getting found out”

And she’s right. She is issuing him the only warning that anyone has been willing to tell him. She tells him that the reason he’s alive, the way he lives, isn’t because he’s special, or clever, or beloved by all. It’s because his family is powerful and that’s it. It’s because his family has influence and money, enough to prevent people from looking too close, or digging too deep, or finding all the bodies in his wake. He is immensely privileged to be as cocky as he is and he needs to be careful

He is warned, but he doesn’t listen. Because in his mind, he is the main event, and it’s not only his right, but his duty, to put on a show

Shuu instead continues his game, because to him that’s all this is. To him, this is just a story, and he is the narrator. He invited Chie to the hospital to see the show he’s put on. He tells her about his observations with the aloof certainty only seen in particularly annoying grad students and men who don’t have people in their life kind enough to humble them before their inevitable social philosophy phase. He tells her about one particular interaction between a patient who is so rich that he gets away with all the harassment he wants, and the nurse who is trapped there by social necessities, but takes every opportunity she can to hurt the old man back. He sees this as a particularly human story that he is viewing from the outside, and takes it as an opportunity to show Chie how So Very Enlightened he is about how he sees it. He doesn’t once consider that he has something in common with that old man

Chie, ever the pawn in his game, goes along with it. She goes up with him to the old man’s hospital room. It’s opulent and nicer than anything she could afford, but inside there’s only rotten fruit and a dark, quiet place where the nurse can attack the old man where no one can see. Shuu narrates it like one would a nature documentary. Waxing poetic about how they’re both hiding their awful deeds and both victim and perpetrator, until he decides to step in.

He wants to show her that he is above them. That no matter who is in the right, or who they are, or how strong they are, he by right of power can do whatever he wants to them. He pins the nurse and makes her shut up, he rips the skin off of the old man’s leg and eats it, he makes quite a show of what he’s done and looks back at Chie for her reaction

And gets nothing

Pinto is a story about Shuu. This is what we see as an audience, it’s all from his perspective. This is what Shuu believes as part of the story, he too sees himself as the protagonist here. He’s always the protagonist, he’s always the coolest most interesting person in any room. Everyone loves him, everyone wants him and wants to be him. Shuu is gods specialist boy in every way so why, oh why, is Chie not impressed?

How dare Chie not be impressed?

This entire performance was for himself. She was a prop for him just as these other people were props for her, but he doesn’t seem to understand that. He’s enraged that all this time, no matter what he does, she’s just snapping pictures and listening, but not understanding that he is supposed to be better than her. Something she’s doing for herself. He yells at her, he threatens her, he even leans her out the window to show her that he is capable of killing her. He is asking her, demanding to know, who she thinks she is

She just takes a picture

He drops her, and only as he sees that she is continuing her work in the face of death does he save her. She’s happy to be alive, but even now, she doesn’t seem impressed with him. He makes a comment on keeping her like a pet because she’s amusing, but Chie refuses

Mind you, this entire time Chie has not been impressed. She does not idolize him. She does not hate him either. He simply isn’t important to her and it drives him insane. Shuu is so used to being the object of everyone’s adoration or hatred, he is used to people caring so much about what he does with no consequences when he does it, so when Hori, someone so below him doesn’t look up to him, he sort of loses it. He does everything he knows how from gracing her with his presence, to feeding her, to putting on a morbid show, and none of it works

And then she drops the bombshell that she has the picture of him eating ready to upload in the case of her death

For what is likely the first time ever, Shuu realizes he is in tangible danger. Everyone is a pawn in his game, but this time he’s not just an outside observer chuckling and commenting on how poorly everyone else is doing, he’s a player. He’s involved. He’s part of this story and not on his own terms. For the first time ever, someone is on his level and their world does not revolve around him. He is not the mastermind, he is no different than that old man waking up to someone who is ready to strike back at him, and now he’s painfully aware of just how capable he is of bruising

And he. Is. Afraid.

He plays it cool and quickly tries to get Chie to cancel it, and she does, but she also teases him. She toys with him in good fun but now, he’s in the place he wanted her to be in. He is as aware of her ability to kill him as he wanted her to be aware of his, and he is uncomfortable. His whole life he has gotten away with literal murder. His father sees no problem with it because he’s rich and sheltered too. His servants see no problem with it because the job pays and they care about him. His peers don’t even suspect it because he knows how to smile pretty and throw money around

But Chie never cared

This story is not about Shuu. This story is about Shuu and Chie, and he’s never had to share a title screen before. Chie had her own motives and desires that had nothing to do with him, only with her hobby and how she could better it. She was interested in him as a morbid curiosity and eventually a friend. She chose to be a part of his world not on his terms, but on her own. She was always capable of destroying him, but chose not to. Shuu was always capable of destroying her, and chose not too while not taking it very seriously, and didn’t realize until that decision that he didn’t really think much about had passed that he is in real, serous danger

Now, Shuu has two paths here. He could either kill hori like any other ghoul would, like his own servants usually do, or he can let her live as an equal, knowing everything she knows. And he lets her live. He lets her live because, in some small, almost unnoticeable way, he has grown. He sees her as her own person and, as much as it pains him, her life has value outside of him

They remain friends, friends who for the first time in Shuu’s life, are equals. Because for the first time in Shuu’s life, he is aware of what it means to have your fate in someone’s uncaring hands, and has to learn how to live with it. It is an amazing arc that continues in the main story, but I always come back to pinto to watch Shuu realize in real time that he is not untouchable, and one day someone will get the better of him

#tokyo ghoul #shuu tsukiyama #tokyo ghoul pinto #chie hori #still losing my mind over this #tokyo ghoul meta

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palialaina · 3 months

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Okay, uh... where do I start... Do I start with the tree falling on me, or do I go back a bit?

I say as though anyone else reads this.

But you know what, I'm still proud of this thing, as silly as it is.

Anyways, renovations! Or, well, I had too many shop medals, and I kind of went on a Spending Spree~

Reth also gave me a cooking plaque, and Tish gave me one for furniture making~ The cooking one is in the kitchen, the furniture one is in the workshope near the mujiin head. (Where did that mounted sernuk head go anyways? I could've sworn...)

Tish though the blusprints were a nice touch, and it was kinda fun to plaster them to the wall like that. I did have to move Einar's net, but it looks good where it is not, so, not a big deal.

And that rock display. Hodari went a little bit overboard, yanno? I just wanted something I could maybe display a really nice starstone in, not... that.

Cute though.

Flow groves are still the best thing ever, even when they spawn in weird place. I've found a couple now inside the Flooded Fortress, which really threw me for a bit, but you know what else I found in there?

This lil shit~

It's so pretty. I couldn't bear to sell it, so now it's in the guest house~

Seriously though, sitting in a flow grove and waiting for other people is surprisingly relaxing. Look at how pretty that is... I kinda wanna drag Hodari or Hassian with me to see one. (Jel would come in a heatbeat if I showed him this picture, I know.)

Bahari is so wonderfully picturesque. Maybe I should talk to Tish or Zeki about getting picture frames so I can hang something like this in them?

Also, who has two thumbs, a concussion, and a new portrait?

This girl.

I had to rearrange the pictures a bit, move the fish off to the other side. I wanted all of them side by side, but well...

Okay, so... leading up to the tree things, uh... Hodari popped by my house and asked me what my favorite flower is. Which, objectively I don't have one, I just love the flowers I find, but since I know how hard it is to find most of the flowers around here, I told him a crystal lake lotus. He hummed, and left pretty quick, which... well, it's Hodari, he's like that?

And then I turn around and nearly clobber Najuma as she scrambled out of the bushes and scares half my life off me. Jeez child!

Sweet kid though. She told me he was struggling with making a pin for me, and that I should sort of force his hand so he'd stop being all indecisive. So it was off to Sifuu after forever, and man. She teased me fierce.

Though she said she understood how I'd won over Hodari, considering I won over Hassian. Which. Was sweet. And yeah, I guess I am kinda the Grump Whisperer, aren't I?

So when I talked to Hodari about it, pin in hand, he said he had about twenty pins in progress, but since I'd given him one, he had to stop worrying about perfection.

He's adorable. That's adorable.

He said he'd get it to me quick, so I went to Bahari, because I had other things to get. Like, more tree seeds.

And that's how I dropped a tree on myself.

Look, in my defense, I really wanted to know what the pin would be like!

Tau found me, then went and got Hassian and Najuma. Najuma considered blowing part of the tree up until I pointed out that I'm no more explosion proof than the tree. FOrtunately, no one got blown up or exploded, but they did have to get Hodari to help move the tree, and everyone's telling me I'm lucky it isn't worse.

Also, I got my pin from Hodari. He's really sweet when he puts his mind to it. And... I'm glad he's willing to take a chance on us. I really am.

Jina's threatening to take away my book, so I guess I should probably stop now. They're all going to be ridiculous before Chayne gives me a clean bill of health, I just know it.

...it's sweet. I'm glad I woke up here.

#palia #palia online #singularity 6 #berry plays palia #palia game #palia journaling #palia journey #palia mmo #palia roleplaying

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evansblues · 7 months

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I just think this entire situation shows how weak this man truly is. For years he’s hid behind this crafted image and now he’s crumbling without the Captain America Marvel PR clean up. He has low self esteem and that’s been apparent for some time. I felt for him due to the mental health struggles but I draw the line at permanently attaching oneself to people who hold evil racist views. Alba is just like her friends. The simple fact her IG was cleaned up and over 100 post were deleted. The simple fact there are screenshots of her official account liking inappropriate things dating back as early as 2021, shows me that her and her friends are who they’ve show.

Mature adults aren’t wasting time trolling. Chris’ friends ain’t shit either for aiding in this mess.

He knows he can get away with shit and fell for this girl, his fans clocked her and her friends and brought their racism to light, YET he and his team STAY trying to publicly paint her as an angel, basically cleaning up her rep, he’s driven his fandom batshit insane and he’s help support racist, problematic individuals which tells me everything regarding who the hell he truly is.

No more excuses, THIS is Chris Evans, the same Chris Evans who dated a still married Jenny Slate.

If he really was this amazing guy, many women would be after him, yet most women in the industry run or avoid him, thus him having to do pr stunts with problematic actresses.

I hope he asks himself one day, if he wasn’t rich and famous would Alba Baptista have even ever looked his way. Took her damn near a year to follow back and there are screenshots of a Sugarbabies account posting his $110 million net worth that her friends followed.

He’s a simp and idiot and you can’t help people like that.

Another take.

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letshearitforthespacedads · 2 years

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Twin Flame - Pt 4 And the Gold Goes too....

Twin Flame: Pt 5

Being Steve Harrington’s twin had its perks. Okay, there were a lot of perks to being a Harrington. One downfall though was somehow getting involved with a group of Pre-Teens with a knack of finding trouble, a girl from the Hawkins Lab with superpowers, and whatever the hell just came out of Jonathan Byers’ wallpaper?! God, you were just trying to get through your Senior year. Who would have expected the biggest surprise of the year would be falling for Eddie Freaking Munson.

CW: Playing it fast and loose with the timeline baby, Twin!Harrington, mention of oral (M! recieving), noncon kiss, High Schoolers are jerks, lots of plot and dialogue (sorry, but I wanna see Eddie and Reader fall in looooove), mentions of past trauma, hints that reader has some PTSD from S1, even though Steve dresses like a sailor reader has the mouth of one, not Beta read, eventual SPICE, Minors please advert your eyes and hit the road–this one isn’t for you, time jumps, tried to write reader as GN! as possible.

Gif not mine. Credit goes to the creator ;)

Walking through the hallway at Hawkins High the next morning was harder than you thought it would be. Due to you lucking out with ‘King Steve’ as your brother you were able to doge most of the harsh judgments from the rest of the student body. Let’s be real, those Band uniforms weren’t flattering on anyone. But you didn’t think even Steve’s reputation could save you now. You were ‘The Golden Child’ no more. You were tarnished.

Now you were the town slut who gave blow jobs in the parking lot. Not like there was anything wrong with that, but these backwoods lowlifes would never let it go. And the safety net that you had relied on for the past three years to keep your head afloat was gone. Damn, you thought to yourself. Rumors really do spread quick. You weren’t surprised. The size of your town made it very possible that Josh’s words had spread through the phone lines like some sort of infectious disease in a matter of hours after school yesterday.

You were the first one to your locker, not surprising. Eddie wasn’t one to keep the most reliable schedule when it came to attendance. You did feel disappointed. You wanted to talk to him, apologize for what Josh had said and for getting him involved in some bullshit he did not sign up for. He had just got you high for god’s sake. He saw you needed a distraction and provided one. He didn’t need another target on his back because of you.

Steve had offered to walk you to class along with Nancy this morning, but you had declined. You KNEW he hadn’t finished his English paper on the Fall of Rome and needed the any extra time he had before classes started to get it done. His Coach had threated to bench him for the upcoming Game if another one of his grades fell below a C this semester.

Thankfully Nancy was there to help him through it. But a small part of you couldn’t help but think it would be easier with the two of them here. You desperately wanted someone in your corner right now.

You struggled with the lock on your locker, again. The once simple annoyance of a lock that hated to be unlocked had soon evolved into the literal bane of your existence. Or at least one of them. Couldn’t forget the Demogorgon’s, The Upside Down, or your more pressing issue at this time Josh AKA dead man walking in your eyes.

You could hear the snickers of the other students all around you. You didn’t need to look. It was all eyes on you. You could tell everyone was waiting for the main event. Your interaction with Eddie, and to their hope, Josh. Everyone parked at their lockers, trying to act nonchalant. The largest groups around the lockers ones closest to yours. Best seats in the house.

A few murmurs went up in the crowd. You stole a look up the hallway towards the entrance of the school. Hoping for a sign of Eddie, you were met with the disappointing sight of Josh and his two idiot friends, Alex and Ryan. Typical High School sleazeballs. His two sidekicks just following him around and parroting whatever he said. God, why had you even entertained him last year? You suddenly felt sick to your stomach by the mere thought that you had let him clumsily shove his hand down your pants on more than one occasion.

The smile he gave you was anything but genuine. You could see the malice in his eyes. He was not going to make this easy. Unlucky for him, neither were you.

“Well well well, if it isn’t slutty Harrington.” He greeted you. He tried to intimate you by towering over you, letting you feel his full height against your own.

“Yeah, where’s Dopey and Sleepy, huh?” Alex chirped dumbly behind him.

You weren’t scared of him or his stupid friends. You weren’t scared of any of these assholes. Not anymore. “Tell everyone you lied.” You spoke, loud enough for most of who were nearby to hear. Your arms were at your sides, chin up, eyes locked with Josh’s. Lips in a hard, don’t fuck with me, line.

“Why would I lie?” He quirked an eyebrow at you. Trying to save face.

“Because you’re a coward.” You didn’t break eye contact, not once. You wanted him to know that no matter what he said or did, you were not going to break. You would never give him the satisfaction of breaking you.

“Pfft,”Josh scoffed. “I don’t think I should listen to a slut like you.”

You stood taller; your chest puffed. You were confident and ready for this. “I’d rather be a slut than a weak little boy who can’t even handle a single ounce of rejection, Daddy must be really proud of his tough little guy, huh sport?”

Josh’s eye twitched. He was silent for a moment before responding and even though he was looking at you, he was addressing the entire school. “You know, she tried to give me a blow job at the Halloween party last year, nothing but teeth.” His two goons snickered behind him before he finished. “You know what’s worse than a slut, a dumb slut who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

He leaned in close and when you felt his hot breath ghost over your skin you wanted to barf, “I could give you some proper lessons if you wanted to learn and then I make all of this go away.” He had said it just loud enough for you and only you to hear.

That was it. You pushed him back with both of your palms with enough force to send him a few steps back. “I’d rather chew glass, fuckstick.”

The crowd was loving the show. Some laughed, others ooooo’d, more just watched on in silence. This was better than TV.

Josh surged forward, trapping you between the locker and his body. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt balling the fabric tightly and you pulling you forward so you were mere inches from his face.

“What are you going to do Josh? Beat the shit out of me in front of the whole school? Make up more shit about me? Go ahead. Make yourself feel like the man we both know you aren’t.”

Josh’s nostrils flared. The rage burning deep in his eyes. “Just wait till you see what I do to that little freak Munson when I see him.”

“Why wait?”

Both you and Josh turned to see Eddie standing on the inside of the crowd. Hands snug in the pockets of his denim jacket. Hair perfect disheveled. You wanted him to look at you, but his eyes were locked with Josh’s. You suddenly felt very afraid for Eddie. He didn’t seem like a weak guy and you knew he had his fair share of fights throughout the years. But you know that wherever Josh went, Ryan and Alex would follow. And you weren’t sure if Eddie could take all three of them. Shit.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie smiled walking to the two of you. “I couldn’t get you out of my head last night.” You? Was he talking to you? Your heart started pounding in your chest. Was this some sort of act to help dimmish the rumor? Or maybe? God, you wish you knew what was going on under those curls.

Josh let you go immediately the second Eddie started walking towards the two of you. His fists balled ready at his sides, Alex and Ryan awaiting in the wings behind him. “Don’t talk to Harrington you Freak,” Josh threated.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking to Harrington.” Eddie smiled. What? Everyone seemed to be thrown off kilter. Students looking at one another confused, like you should see everyone doing the mental math to find them answer to the equation. Don’t forget to show your work, kids!

Before Josh could get out another word Eddie grabbed his face with both hands, striking faster than a snake. He pulled Josh’s mouth to his, kissing him full on the mouth.

Your brain went blank for a moment. All you could mutter was, “What the fu-“

Josh was surprised like everyone else but recovered quicker than you expected. He pushed Eddie back like he was a zombie trying to tear out his throat in a George A. Romero flick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the fuck Freak!”

Eddie clasped his hands together in front of him, “What are you talking about sweetheart? I’m sick of hiding our love big boy.”

Josh pointed at Eddie, “You are a dead man.”

Eddie finally looked at you, smiling he gave you a quick wink before turning heel and taking off down the hallway and immediately back out of the school.

Josh took off after him along with Alex and Ryan. He didn’t get far before being sidelined straight into the ground by none other than King Steve himself.

There was no hesitation before Steve grabbed Josh by his shirt, giving him no time to recover before bringing his arm back and sending it straight into Josh’s nose. One, two, three more times before Alex hooked him arms around Steve to try pull him away.

“Don’t you ever put your hands on them again!” Steve roared fighting back against Alex’s grip while Ryan was trying to help Josh up. The front of Josh’s shirt was covered in blood from a very broken nose, the sight made you squirm.

You guessed news of the fight had made it to the other side of the school. Someone had mentioned Josh having you up against a locker, hands on you. And Steve saw red. Running full force from the library he was at with Nancy to the Senior Hall. Okay, he officially had remote rights for the rest of your lives.

You finally came out of your stupor and rushed to your brother. “Get your hands off of him,” you yelled desperately at Ryan. You smacked and scratched at his grip around Steve, attempting to get him off your brother.

Nancy came running into the hallway breathing hard and clutching both of her and Steve’s books and papers that Steve had abandoned in the library. What she saw was total chaos. Josh dazed and covered in his own blood, Steve shouting angrily at him threating to finish the job, and you attacking Ryan yelling at him to let Steve go before you started breaking fingers.

Nancy sighed. Chaos always followed the Harrington twins.

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When did High School get so complicated?

You and Steve sat like mirror images of one another. Arms crossed, face firm, staring directly at Ryan and Alex who had lost a little confidence without their leader around. Their heads were down, and they moved their hands anxiously. Josh had first been sent to the nurse for an ice pack and then the principal’s office. Your eyes moved to the clock outside the office, it had been over an hour since Josh had gone in, and you could only imagine the tale the little snake was spinning.

The door to the principal’s office was opened and you all sat up straighter. Josh walked out, ice pack still to his face and a nice purple was beginning to show under his left eye. Good, you thought to yourself, serves you right asshole.

The principal leaded out into the hallway shouting towards the nurses open door. “Ms. Calloway?”

“Yes sir?” The school nurse popped her ancient head out from behind a screen in her office.

“Please call Coach Finn up to reset Josh’s nose and then send him off to class.”

Back to class you thought. Seriously! No detention, suspension, or expulsion? There really was no justice in the world. Josh made his way to the Nurses office without a second look at the two Harrington’s who were both more than ready for round two.

“You two,” your principle pointed at Ryan and Alex, tweedle dumb and dumber. “Go back to class. I don’t want to see the two of you here again, got it”

Ryan and Alex nodded in understanding, and practically tripped over each other to escape.

“You two,” The principle pointed to the two of you. “In here, now.”

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Nancy was waiting for the two of you once you were released from the principal’s office. She was wearing a small smile as you two approached. Steve wrapping his arms around her waist, and you returned her smile.

“Hey Nance,“ you greeted warmly. “Beautiful weather were having.”

“What happened? Are you guys, okay?” Nancy asked, her small hand going to rest on the side of Steve’s cheek.

“Not much, “Steve answered for the both of you. “Got detention next week, but otherwise unscathed.

“Luckily, hero here has a game next week and we can’t afford to play without him. Hence, no suspension.” You nudged Steve’s shoulder with your own.

“What about Josh?” Nancy asked looking between the two of you.

“Same deal. We’re all getting off easy, Principal Higgin’s words, not mine.”

“Yeah, some of us too easy if you ask me.” You said with a sour face, arms crossed over your chest defensively. You had a feeling Josh was not going to let this go that easily. He would be back after he licked his wounds and maybe once his swelling went down.

“Hey Nance, have you seen Eddie at all today?”

Nancy and Steve both looked a little surprised you had asked about Eddie, wasn’t he the cause of all of this? “Uh no, sorry.”

You hummed in response. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. Disappointed? Worried? Relieved? Since when Eddie Munson make you feel any of that?

“Listen, I’m uh going to bail. I really don’t want to be here right now, you know with all,” you gestured around you. And even though the halls had mostly cleared, anyone walking around was staring at you intently.

“Sure. See you at home.” Steve said giving you a quick pat on the back before leading Nancy away. The two of you sharing a small smile and wave before heading in opposite directions. Nancy knew better than anyone how you were feeling right now. Maybe you could call her later?

You headed back to your locker. Might as well grab a few books. You could call around later and get the homework assignments you were going to miss out on for the day so you wouldn’t have to play catch up all weekend.

Opening your locker a few notes fell out from being stuffed in the small slits at the top. As you bent over to pick them up, never one for littering, you read over the notes. ‘SLUT’, ‘WHORE’, ‘FREAK’ was written in thick angry handwriting. You shook your head and angrily collected them off the floor, tearing them in half bitterly before throwing the now shredded paper back into your locker.

Grabbing your books and stuffing them into your bag you slammed your locker shut. Eddie was right, this place was hell. You were about to take another step but realized there was still another note on the ground. Angrily you snatched it up and started walking to your truck. You looked down at the note and was about to tear it before you noticed something a little different than the others. A small doodle of a bat was underneath your name. That’s different.

You stopped walking and unfolded the note slowly.

‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Fair Harrington, would be so kind as to rap upon a madman’s door?’

Below was a crudely drawn map of Hawkins. A trail of bones following a road you were slightly familiar with from the school that ended at the town trailer park with a skull and cross bones marked above one of the homes.

You tucked the note into you jacket pocket, continuing your march out of Hawkin High. Head held high. Damn, this would look a lot cooler if you had your sunglasses.

AN: it is my personal belief that the Harrington Twins are straight feral. I promise you are about to get a whole of lot of Eddie. Thank you for being so pactient and kind. I know Steve’s gotten a lot of time recently, but he’s just the BEST. And we all know he would be the best brother. Anywho, lemme know what ya’ll think. What ya’ll want. I am a writer for the people by the people. Leave a comment or send me a message, I wana talk!

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie the banished #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #harrington reader #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #billy harringrove #dustin henderson #i cannot be stopped

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hollysoda · 8 months

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I’m leaving my current job at a play area soon after working there for two years and oh boy have I had some interesting things happen during that time. So fuck it why not share it on here because we all love a good customer service story

Very first shift: all children in the party decided to have a screaming contest at the very top of the play area while I was being taught to work the till. The parents just stood around and laughed

An eight year old girl wet herself and the mum brushed it off saying “oh she does that all the time when she goes to play areas”. Girl she’s eight you need to teach her when to use the toilet????

A kid was bitten on the back so hard that the kid who bit him lost a baby tooth

A kid threw a metal water bottle down the slide and it cracked open another kids head, as well as denting the slide in two places

I’ve been called a nuisance, an idiot girl and brain dead by parents, as well as being told to piss/bugger off on several occasions. I’ve also had kids both push and hit me

A mum brought her child in bundled up in a scarf and coat even though it wasn’t really cold outside. Turns out the kid was just recovering from chickenpox and had been off school for ages but the mum thought it was still okay for him to come to a soft play area filled with other kids his age and babies. We had to close for the day and deep clean the whole play area

Also many other cases of kids coming in with Covid, sickness bugs and even hand, foot and mouth disease. When I got Covid last December it was because there was a party of kids whose class had just had an outbreak of it. The parents assured me that all of the kids attending tested negative but a lot of them were coughing

Parents trying to be helpful in the most unhelpful way, such as going into the kitchen without permission to move stuff around, despite a sign on the door which clearly says “staff only”

Kids always try to steal food from the counter but usually the parents make them return it and all is well. One time though the parent said “oh I thought the food was free” and when my supervisor explained that that wasn’t the case the parent got really pissed off and stormed out of the play area. It was a 35p pack of cookies

I had to tell several people that no, just using a napkin to wipe away piss is not enough to clean it and then allow your kids to continue playing all over it. That’s fucking gross

Had a man bring in a helium canister and a pack of balloons, which was fine until he refused to take all the balloons and the now empty canister which we can’t dispose of home with him

Several arguments over absolutely atrocious parking outside. We get it, the lines are faded, but you do have to TRY and use some common sense

A boy threw a tantrum because the birthday girl gave him a cupcake with a pink unicorn on it because it was girly. All of the cupcakes had unicorns on them, even the blue ones, and he refused to leave until he got a dinosaur cupcake instead (which obviously we didn’t have)

A mum once took 45 minutes to leave because her daughter had a meltdown. First she wrapped her arms around the netting on the play area, then when her mum finally managed to pry her free she refused to let go of the door, then because she was struggling so much she tripped and grazed her knee which made her scream even more. My supervisor went outside with first aid and some water and for a moment the girl seemed to calm down but NOPE it took another fifteen minutes to get her in the car. By that point we were ready to close and had to lock the gates so the mum literally just got her in the car, locked the back door, and drove off. I later saw her car parked up half way down the road

Various spoilt brats either throwing mega tantrums over not being allowed something or being bought everything that they could have ever wanted. It’s fine to an extent, but after buying the fifth lollipop it’s a lil bit concerning

Finishing this already very long post on a more positive note: shout out to one of our regulars for being the sweetest and most adorable two year old ever. She always waves to me and her mum says she doesn’t talk all that much but whenever she comes to the play area she’s really chatty. I’ll miss her a hell of a lot 💔

#hollysoda speaks #play area #soft play #work #long post #kids tw #< it’s necessary trust me

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chaos0pikachu · 8 months

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ooh ooh ooh, for the meme, tell me the character everyone gets wrong in both mdzs AND in kinnporsche 🧋

oh girl MDZS is to easy we all know it's a mix of JGY first and foremost but know what I'd also say WWX especially if people have only watched the LA and not read the novel. What I like about MXTX's work in general is all the characters are interesting in some way even if I don't "stan" them or whatever.

Like I don't stan JC but he's still an interesting character in his own right. WWX is an interesting character, I really like them, but fandom has a tendency to do the opposite to him what folks do to JGY. Folks like to Bond Villain JGY and woobie-fy WWX. Which flattens both characters to their most trope-y basic parts. Fans don't seem to want to confront and include the good aspects of JGY and the net good he does in the novel, just like they don't want to confront the negative aspects of WWX and the harm he did to others (also being self-destructive like that's a char flaw and not a uwu he hates himself uwu like self-destructive behavior is a BAD thing it's not cute).

I can get behind slut!WWX with the best of them but also acknowledge that when pushed, and at his worse, he also murdered a fuckton of people lol

For Kinnporsche, hmmmmm surprisingly I feel like majority of fandom has a decent grasp on the characters as they're presented in canon. For a bit I'd say people were struggling with understand Kinn and surprisingly, Pete.

Kinn was obvious, Porsche is our beloved and Kinn hurt him (around the Tawan arc) so sympathy was more inclined to go towards Porsche than people trying to understand Kinn's POV. I think one thing fandom was struggling with was understanding Kinn's filiality towards his father (sound familiar? lol) and the mafia life. Porsche's problems - being poor, feeling out of his depth, being insecure about his relationship with Kinn when an old ex shows up - are much more relatable than the weight of being a mafia heir lol

For Pete, well for a while there was this idea that Pete was like...a good person??? Which I thought was baffling. It goes back to this violence thing, audiences tend to only care about violence if it happens on screen, and even then only if it happens to chars they feel emotionally attached to. Like if Pete had beat up Chay or something to protect Vegas (which I could see him doing tbh) I think fans would view Pete as more idk "bad" I guess. I don't view Pete as an either/or but a both/and. Pete, like most of the chars in KP lives by his own internal moral code.

Like, Pete kills people. That's a thing he does. On screen even. He has no qualms about murdering people for the betterment of the main family, and later to protect Vegas. He's a perfect match for Vegas in that sense, because he's self-aware enough about himself to know he's a violent person, or at least is fine with violence. He doesn't shake or look away when Vegas is torturing a man (in his hilarious murder poncho at that). I like Pete as a character for that reason because he's set up as the BL tropey best friend of the protag but he ends up being way more than that.

🔥 CHOOSE VIOLENCE ASK GAME 🔥

#chaos pikachu speaks

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nntheblog · 2 years

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Hi may I request a poly lost boys x Mikaelson reader or slasher reader (whichever one u like most) thanks❤️

The Lost Boys x Slasher!Reader

You were following the dude for a while. He’d groped a girl’s ass about two hours ago, and when she’d yelled at him, he’d shoved her into her friends.

Up until now, he’d been with a group, but it was almost two in the morning by this point. The boardwalk was closed, and he and his friends were saying goodbye in the parking lot. You sat perched, perfectly poised, on top of a lamppost watching the men.

(“How the fuck did she even get up there?” Paul whispered. “Shh!” Marko elbowed him in the ribs.)

The Lost Boys had been following you all night too. Ever since they’d seen your reaction to what that asshole had done. The stare you’d given the piece of shit was hot, and they were intrigued. Especially when you began stalking the dick through the boardwalk crowds.

You stopped at your car at one point to retrieve a backpack with a crowbar subtly sticking out the top. No one questioned you when you went back on the boardwalk with it.

You looked like a predator stalking their prey. They wanted to know what you were up to. Who you were.

Which brought all of you here, to this dimly lit parking lot, where they hovered in the sky, watching you perch on that lamppost, watching the man leave his only safety net.

His friends had all gotten into their cars at this point and were beginning to drive away, but he was struggling to find his keys.

You grinned with malice, producing the guy’s keys from your pocket and dropping them.

He jumped, letting out a yelp of alarm as his keys seemed to fall from the sky.

He looked around wildly, and you slid yourself down the lamppost when his back was turned. You pull the crowbar from your backpack like a Samurai unsheathing their sword, and before the guy can even comprehend there’s someone standing behind him, you’ve brought the heavy metal down on his head.

There’s a sickening crack and the guy drops.

You hum to yourself, a tune none of The Lost Boys are familiar with, and drop your backpack to begin rummaging through it. You pull out zip ties and make quick work of bounding his ankles and wrists.

Then you begin to drag him through the parking lot.

Your vampire spectators follow, utterly intrigued.

You grunt in irritation, (this asshole is heavy), but you’ve finally reached your car. You open the trunk and after about five minutes of struggling—

(“Should we help her?” “Shut up, Marko.”),

—you finally get the guy in your truck.

You jump to close the door, and with your hands on your hips you nod to yourself before gathering your keys and sliding into the driver’s seat.

You peel out like your life depends on it, hitting fifty mph in under a minute. You hit the beach, your wheels furiously kicking up sand, and David is certainly glad they’re following you because you’re heading to Hudson’s Bluff.

You jump out of the car and open the trunk. The guy is awake, and struggling, but where’s he gonna go? His feet are bound.

You laugh at him before dragging him out by the hair. He hits the ground with a thud, cursing you the whole way.

But that’s fine. You left his mouth uncovered for a reason.

You begin dragging him through the sand to the edge of the bluff, a coil of rope slid over your shoulder. When you get there, you wrap the rope around his upper body and legs to restrict basically all movement, and leave him lying dangerously close to the cliff’s edge as you go back to your car.

You grab the gallons of gasoline you keep in the back, a set of matches already tucked safely in your pocket.

The man is screaming at you like his life isn’t in your hands.

He’s saying shit that’s even making Dwayne angry, but you don’t give him the time of day. He shuts up as soon as you screw the cap off the gasoline.

“What the fuck are you doing with that you crazy bitch!?”

You don’t answer, just begin pouring it on him.

He shrieks, but you empty one gallon and just open another.

Halfway through the second, you stop covering him and begin a trail of gasoline from him to you, standing ten feet away.

When you produce the matches from your pocket, he begins to beg.

You stand back at the end of the gasoline trail. You light a match.

You’re not cliché. You offer no prolonged villain speech, no time for the man to figure a way out or even just come to terms with his impending death. The match is lit and you twirl it in your fingers.

You smile.

And you let the match fall into the gasoline.

“Bye bye,” you whisper as the man catches fire. His screams are exactly why you left his mouth uncovered. There will never be a more satisfying sound. You sit cross-legged in front of the fire, and use your matches to light the joint that had originally been your only plan for the night.

You smoke as you wait for the fire to die out.

When it finally does, you stomp out any remaining tiny flames, kicking sand over the ashes. The guy’s corpse is hot to the touch and you grimace, disgustedly kicking his body towards the cliff.

He falls into the raging sea below.

You stared at the waves impassively as they swallowed the corpse.

Then there was the sound of four sets of feet hitting the ground behind you.

You sighed. You were only here on vacation, but you’d heard all about the local legends before coming here. The local monsters. Vampires.

A slow clap, and you turn to face your audience.

“You didn’t see that,” you say, boredom lacing your tone.

Your audience consists of four, and shit, they’re attractive.

Vampires, you remind yourself.

The leader takes a drag of his cigarette. “We won’t tell,” he snickers.

Despite his calm demeanor and your more than illegal and arguably immoral life, you felt, for the first time in a long time, nervous.

Yeah you were a serial killer, but these guys weren’t even human. They could crush you like an ant and you wouldn’t stand a fighting chance. You knew they could hear your heart rate speed up by the smirks on their faces.

“Nervous?” The one in the patched jacket purrs.

“Yeah.” Your voice is monotone. You’re not fucking around. You’re not particularly in the mood to die tonight.

“Why?” The blond with a rockstar’s hairstyle laughs jovially. “You just killed a guy! Shouldn’t we be nervous?”

You frown. “Four against one, man.”

The leader is staring at you with a look that demands your attention. When your eyes meet, you maintain eye contact as he seems to be figuring something out.

“She knows,” he finally announces.

Tall Dark and Handsome gives him a questioning look. The leader just nods without even looking at his friend.

“She knows.”

The blond rocker isn’t laughing anymore.

This is it, you think, This is the day I die.

“She knows… but she won’t tell. Will she?” The leader asks. You shake your head. “Why would I tell? Who would I tell?”

“Exactly,” he says, and it sounds like a threat.

“So what are we doing here David?” The one with the jacket asks impatiently.

David seemed to think for a moment. “Dwayne,” he turns to the tall brunet. “How much wine do we have left?”

“Enough.” Dwayne’s eyes shift to you.

“Yeah!” The blond rocker whoops, celebrating something unknown to you.

“So what’s your name, killer?” the one with the jacket asks, biting the thumb of his glove.

“Y/N.”

“Marko.” He wiggles his fingers at you, thumb still caught between his teeth. “Paul!” The rocker introduces. “Dwayne.” “David.” But you already knew those two.

“Wanna come hang out?”

“And do what?” You ask suspiciously.

“Does it matter?” David chuckles. “This is your best option.”

“We live right underneath your feet, baby!” Paul cooes. “Come chill.”

That’s how you find yourself in a vampire coven’s lair. Karma must be coming for you or something.

Or… not. All things considered, you got a great deal that day. Keep doing what you’re doing, with four new boyfriends, and immortality.

You must have been doing something right to earn this.

#the lost boys #marko tlb #david tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #headcanons #girlboss #slashers #slasher reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #depictions of violence #murder lol

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Bran IV (Chapter 28)

Oh no.

"Yai!" the girl shouted, the spear darting out. The wolf slid to the left and leapt before she could draw back the spear. Meera cast her net, the tangles unfolding in the air before her. Summer's leap carried him into it. He dragged it with him as he slammed into her chest and knocked her over backward. Her spear went spinning away. The damp grass cushioned her fall but the breath went out of her in an "Oof." The wolf crouched atop her.

Bran hooted. "You lose."

"She wins," her brother Jojen said. "Summer's snared."

He was right, Bran saw. Thrashing and growling at the net, trying to rip free, Summer was only ensnaring himself worse. Nor could he bite through. "Let him out."

Help! Bran’s trapped in the weirwood.net! Let him out.

We finished the last chapter learning dragons and their slayers can die (ahem), and we start this chapter hunting a beast with golden eyes.

Beneath Dany's gentle fingers, green Rhaegal stared at the stranger with eyes of molten gold. - Daenerys II, ACOK

Meera moved in a wary circle, her net dangling loose in her left hand, the slender three-pronged frog spear poised in her right. Summer followed her with his golden eyes, turning, his tail held stiff and tall. Watching, watching . . . - Bran IV, ACOK

Rhaegal had been harder. Perhaps he could hear his brother raging in the pit, despite the walls of brick and stone between them. In the end, they had to cover him with a net of heavy iron chain as he basked on her terrace, and he fought so fiercely that it had taken three days to carry him down the servants' steps, twisting and snapping. Six men had been burned in the struggle. - Daenerys II, ADWD

That’s the only thing I could find. Maybe relevant, maybe not.

+.+

"Summer, to me." Bran spread his arms. "Watch," he said, an instant before the wolf bowled into him. He clung with all his strength as the wolf dragged him bumping through the grass. They wrestled and rolled and clung to each other, one snarling and yapping, the other laughing. In the end it was Bran sprawled on top, the mud-spattered direwolf under him.

Bran won’t succumb to his wolfy nature, me thinks.

+.+

"I never knew anyone who fought with a net before," he told Meera while he scratched the direwolf between the ears. "Did your master-at-arms teach you net-fighting?"

"My father taught me. We have no knights at Greywater. No master-at-arms, and no maester."

Something tells me Ser Arthur Dayne didn’t know how to defend against a net.

+.+

Bran had never heard of a moving castle before. He looked at her uncertainly, but he couldn't tell whether she was teasing him or not. "I wish I could see it. Do you think your lord father would let me come visit when the war is over?"

"You would be most welcome, my prince. Then or now."

"Now?" Bran had spent his whole life at Winterfell. He yearned to see far places.

Settle down, Bran. How is the fandom going to keep criticizing Sansa for her southron ambitions if you act exactly like her?

+.+

The old knight was off east, trying to set to rights the trouble there. Roose Bolton's bastard had started it by seizing Lady Hornwood as she returned from the harvest feast, marrying her that very night even though he was young enough to be her son. Then Lord Manderly had taken her castle. To protect the Hornwood holdings from the Boltons, he had written, but Ser Rodrik had been almost as angry with him as with the bastard. "Ser Rodrik might let me go. Maester Luwin never would."

rofl.

Sorry, I’m not laughing at poor Lady Hornwood, I’m laughing at the author.

Did you catch that? Lady Hornwood is seized, and suddenly forced to marry a man wishing to claim her lands. Her COUSIN, Lord Wyman Manderly, who has previously expressed a desire to marry her, takes over the castle, to protect it from the Boltons. Alrighty George, lol.

+.+

"I don't have dreams. Maester Luwin gives me sleeping draughts."

Luwin doesn’t want Bran dreaming. Hmmm.

"Ser Rodrik might let me go. Maester Luwin never would." - Bran IV, ACOK

Luwin doesn’t want Bran leaving. Hmmm.

+.+

"I dreamed of a winged wolf bound to earth with grey stone chains," he said. "It was a green dream, so I knew it was true. A crow was trying to peck through the chains, but the stone was too hard and his beak could only chip at them."

Hmmm.

That grey stone chain keeping Bran grounded is Maester Luwin, isn’t it? A grey man, in chains.

The maester was a small grey man. His eyes were grey, and quick, and saw much. His hair was grey, what little the years had left him. His robe was grey wool, trimmed with white fur, the Stark colors. - Catelyn II, AGOT

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"You are the winged wolf, Bran," said Jojen. "I wasn't sure when we first came, but now I am. The crow sent us here to break your chains."

I don’t know about that.

"Crows are all liars," Old Nan agreed, from the chair where she sat doing her needlework. - Bran IV, AGOT

It’s a trap, Bran!

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"When Jojen told our lord father what he'd dreamed, he sent us to Winterfell."

What are you up to Howland? What do you know?

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"You have three. The crow gave you the third, but you will not open it." He had a slow soft way of speaking. "With two eyes you see my face. With three you could see my heart. With two you can see that oak tree there. With three you could see the acorn the oak grew from and the stump that it will one day become. With two you see no farther than your walls. With three you would gaze south to the Summer Sea and north beyond the Wall."

Great, I’m going to be seeing Bran on every single page moving forward.

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The falling, Bran thought, and the golden man, the queen's brother, he scares me too, but mostly the falling. He did not say it, though. How could he? He had not been able to tell Ser Rodrik or Maester Luwin, and he could not tell the Reeds either. If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering.

I don’t understand, why put this much emphasis on him remembering Jaime if they don’t meet again? I don’t know, guys. I don’t know.

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The direwolf lunged again, and again Meera's spear darted out. Summer dodged, circled back. The bushes rustled, and a lean black shape came padding from behind the weirwood, teeth bared. The scent was strong; his brother had smelled his rage. Bran felt hairs rise on the back of his neck. Meera stood beside her brother, with wolves to either side. "Bran, call them off."

"I can't!"

"Jojen, up the tree."

"There's no need. Today is not the day I die."

"Do it!" she screamed, and her brother scrambled up the trunk of the weirwood, using the face for his handholds. The direwolves closed. Meera abandoned spear and net, jumped up, and grabbed the branch above her head. Shaggy's jaws snapped shut beneath her ankle as she swung up and over the limb.

Two important lessons here,

Even a direwolf like Summer can’t be controlled.

No prophecy or vision is guaranteed, Jojen.

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It was the wolves, it wasn't me. He did not understand why they'd gotten so wild. Maybe Maester Luwin was right to lock them in the godswood.

Luwin doesn’t want those direwolves near Bran. Hmmm.

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"Call it greensight, if you wish . . . but remember as well all those tens of thousands of dreams that you and Rickon have dreamed that did not come true. Do you perchance recall what I taught you about the chain collar that every maester wears?"

Of course the author is going to remind us Luwin wears a chain.

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Luwin slid a finger up under his collar and began to turn it, inch by inch. He had a thick neck for a small man, and the chain was tight, but a few pulls had it all the way around. "This is Valyrian steel," he said when the link of dark grey metal lay against the apple of his throat. "Only one maester in a hundred wears such a link. This signifies that I have studied what the Citadel calls the higher mysteries—magic, for want of a better word. A fascinating pursuit, but of small use, which is why so few maesters trouble themselves with it.

There it is. Luwin has studied magic! Fancy that. You know, for a professor of higher mysteries, Luwin sure is dismissive of all things magic.

Almost like he knows more than he lets on, and is working overtime to protect Bran.

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"All those who study the higher mysteries try their own hand at spells, soon or late. I yielded to the temptation too, I must confess it. Well, I was a boy, and what boy does not secretly wish to find hidden powers in himself? I got no more for my efforts than a thousand boys before me, and a thousand since. Sad to say, magic does not work."

Listen to him Bran. Resist the temptation of that crow. Your maester may be lying, but he’s trying to help you.

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Oh, to be sure, there is much we do not understand. The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem . . . but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea.

Eternal mountains, rising and falling: Ser Gregor?

Rivers change their courses: Catelyn? Brynden Rivers?

Stars fall from the sky: House Dayne?

Great cities sink beneath the sea: Euron, Oldtown?

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Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

This almost sent me to the earth’s core. Even gods die, and there are no gods on the road to Harrenhal.

Arya had prayed with her mother in the sept and with her father in the godswood, but there were no gods on the road to Harrenhal - Arya VI, ACOK

@agentrouka-blog sorted me out, hopefully she’s okay with me sharing:

But also, we can’t forget:

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Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fading.

Magic no more after a great fire has burned out?

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Bran, will you let me tell you about a dream Jojen dreamed of you and your fosterling brothers?"

"The Walders aren't my brothers."

She paid that no heed. "You were sitting at supper, but instead of a servant, Maester Luwin brought you your food. He served you the king's cut off the roast, the meat rare and bloody, but with a savory smell that made everyone's mouth water. The meat he served the Freys was old and grey and dead. Yet they liked their supper better than you liked yours."

The king’s cut off the roast? Is that what they served Bran? Lol.

Haven’t we seen this type of foreshadowing before?

And when the meat course was brought out, he served her himself, slicing a queen's portion from the joint, smiling as he laid it on her plate. - Sansa II, AGOT

The rabbit had been a scrawny thing, but as it cooked it smelled like a king's feast. - Jon III, ACOK

Right. I feel sorry for people who deny what’s right in front of them.

As for the Freys being served something old, grey, and dead? Uh... yeah. I think we’re all on the same page with that one.

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Bran was almost afraid to sit to supper that night, but when he did, it was pigeon pie they set before him.

I hear that’s a favourite among kings.

"My uncle hasn't eaten his pigeon pie." Holding the chalice one-handed, Joff jammed his other into Tyrion's pie. "It's ill luck not to eat the pie," he scolded as he filled his mouth with hot spiced pigeon. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

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Everyone else was served the same, and he couldn't see that anything was wrong with the food they served the Walders.

Give it some time.

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Maester Luwin has the truth of it, he told himself. Nothing bad was coming to Winterfell, no matter what Jojen said. Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. "But there isn't," he said aloud in the darkness of his bed. "There's no magic, and the stories are just stories."

And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

Walking ghosts, talking trees, and broken kings knights. Funny.

My dearest Bran, Luwin might not be entirely honest, and he certainly isn’t capable of seeing into the future, but he does have the truth of it. Remember your teacher, Bran. That crow is not your mentor, and magic is not your friend.

Final thoughts:

Today is not the day I fall into the Bran abyss.

I figured it out, ASoIaF is simply Maester Luwin and Bloodraven fighting over Bran’s soul.

Who is fighting over Sansa’s soul? Littlefinger vs. Ned?

What about Arya and Jon?

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