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ringleaderising · 3 months

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@dissentersrising // I LIED HERE ARE QUESTIONS FAST

okay. first off: magic system! i am always curious about this. are you just using site canon entirely? have you changed the way magic works at all? if you have, in what way/how does it work now?

also! the wicked dig: what's their deal? what are they doing about what they accidentally unearthed/do they even know what they accidentally unearthed? hell, what is their plans about digging up something decidedly living? infamous as they are, too, is anyone else keeping tabs on this digsite in the first place given exactly who's mining it?

I'm gonna go ahead and note that this is gonna be a long as fuck post so I'm putting the Wicked Dig under a cut LMAO

Also if anybody reads this feel free to talk at me about it in tags/replies or whatever because this much writing feels like I missed something and will need to clarify @dissentersrising you made me do more writing than NaNoWriMo last year and that's cause for a gold star I think.

MAGIC IN THE GAPLANDS

While I borrow a good handful of the on-site lore for magic, specifically in the realm of magical attunement often being tied to birthright/location, the things that can be done with this magic, and alternate kinds of magic exist among the dragons that inhabit the Gaplands- especially The Host. Their abilities are often far more detrimental than simple elemental magic, The Puppeteer can imbue a sense of false-life into the dead and use the resulting entity to interact with the world without the requirement of finding her way through a gap. The Gambler can manipulate the probability of anything occurring, for better or worse, no matter how improbable, through a single roll of his dice. These more 'impressive' talents are present in each member of The Host, and are used to control or punish those who break their deals- or that they've simply taken a vested interest in- however I feel like some of these things could easily still be explained away with some form of elemental magic, which is why I think my largest deviation is definitely the Analog Virus/Technomancy/Temporal Manipulation- which is connected to Hope Adder Enterprises.

The Analog Virus is an infection spread via the INTRUDER and a newly surfaced disease in the wake of The Splintering. it has a number of symptoms, variant in most of the affected, but there's a handful of commonalities.

Mouths altered, be that made wider, too-full of teeth, splintering into multiple parts to operate more like mandibles/that thing Predator's mouth does.

Eyes sunken deeper in the sockets/vanishing completely, Irises developing a strange looping pattern or an odd glow- additional eyes in places they shouldn't be.

Body parts that don't make sense, or are enveloped in static/blurry/scan lines like an old tube TV experiencing difficulty getting a feed.

Garbled, reversed, or fuzzy speech, strange behavior out of the infected's norm typically ending in violence against family, friends, or other people simply trying to help.

Strange magical talents and attunement to technology, in the event that the infection doesn't simply kill those suffering from it outright.

Essentially a computer virus capable of infecting people, the Analog Virus has led to a number of dragons with magical attunement to attempt to heal or cope with their illness- and that's led to a new form of magic most similar to the idea of Technomancy. Not connected to the idea of electrical impulse through things and more tied to the presence of code, and technology on the whole, it's often misunderstood as an offshoot of Lightning magic, despite being something wholly different.

The most talented Technomancers at present, however, are AI themselves, or bonded to an AI, in some form, as is the case with MIND. Technically Bastian's assistive AI, (Contained within a Black Iron Creeper) MIND is a splintered portion of VAN- the AI responsible for The Splintering- and has the ability to 'infest' the bodies of robotic entities, augmented dragons, or really, anything with a chip, code, or metal embedded within- the body she inhabits outside of "Drone Mode" is the body of a deceased H.A.E. test subject killed in the initial accident, referred to as "The Hivemistress" in discussions about her deployments, She's only been required to use this body a small number of times, as her abilities are just as prevalent in the shell of the Creeper. Bast's infection has given the two of them something of a Pseudo-telepathy- allowing Bast to look through her eyes in cases of espionage.

And with the discovery of technomancy, and within the aftermath of the splintering, Avis Gyldwell discovered Temporal magic. Little's really known about it, beyond the fact that Only Bastian has permission to use the T.I.M.E. Device outside of Hope Adder grounds, and that it's lasting effects on those without the Analog Virus has been determined to be 'too high risk for any value to come from it'. The T.I.M.E. pieces- designed to appear like highly advanced pocket watches are capable of setting 3 points in time and space to 'reset' to- Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. "Loop Point Alpha" is permanent, a set point in time mere seconds after The Splintering occurred. Hope Adder Enterprises sits trapped inside this point in time, those inside well-aware of each loop they've jumped back on, and the time that's passed, suspended in place by VAN. Thirteen, and her 'sister' XIII are the attendants of this pocket- named for "The 13th Hour" not present on a 12-hour clock- a time that simply shouldn't exist.

And by god that's all I've got for the Magic System- which really is just The Host and Hope Adder breaking every known rule of the universe now that I write it down, so I will be putting the Wicked Dig under a cut because I am SORRY I talk so much.

THE DIAMOND AND THE DIG

To understand the Diamond Riot- the crew behind the Wicked Dig, it's best to start with Mal.

Mal is not the originator of The Diamond Riot- he was little more than a child, when his predecessor took him in, an orphan hustling on the streets of Lanternlea to try and make a living. Talented in manipulation even then, he was quickly made an asset to the crew, and when the time came that the rest of the crew grew too old-or met a deadly end- Mal took the role of leader- and recruited the members of the Diamond Riot that work with him presently. A group of rustlers, thieves and grave robbers too stubborn to die, it's their willingness to do anything for survival that keeps the plague ideals of Mal's mentor alive within them- And it's part of the glittering blue stones that made up Mother Misery's scar-battered frame that now replaces his front horn- picked from her body upon her death.

They are, at their core, adventurers, but in the way that Indiana Jones was only the hero of his story because the people around him were even more reprehensible, they're selfish, driven by their own gain, over a respect for the cultures and people they're stealing from- a behavior that has served them well with exception of injuries simply replaced and limped on from- at least until this excursion.

Hired by the mysterious Arizona, Mal and his crew- currently made up of the guardian couple that shares him as a charge, Shuck and Tearmarsh, and his own adoptive daughter Rezonant have found themselves in Dragonhome, operating largely in the pitch-darkness, to avoid any questions from locals- but those who recognize them- or have any particular issues with their presence are typically turned away from any sort of troublemaking for the crew by the threat of 'having something very very painful done to your body' by one of Mal's heavies- The threat of "Having a Stoneshatter Drill run through you" alone is scary enough- when it's made by a Guardian who could probably break you to pieces without the drill- most don't like the Diamond Riot- but still more are not brave or fool enough to interfere.

But their propensity for robbing graves and interference with the Dead for their belongings has, as mentioned- caught up with them, and it started with awakening Micte and Chel. A pair of Auraboa guardians of the thing that slumbered in the tombs they disturbed, the duo were initially assumed to be the only thing slumbering within, agitated by their awakening but doing little more than offering a hissed warning to delve no further into the dim, dusty halls of the tomb- A warning expressly ignored, as blinded by the glittering riches worn as adornments on the snake women, Mal insisted they push on.

That which slumbers below is an Imperial... Or several, perhaps. A massive, sprawling creature made of thousands- Colloquially known as The Child it was nothing but a rumor for centuries, causing quakes across Dragonhome and buried deep enough that it was assumed it would never be found again- an assumption foiled by the Diamond Riot.

The member of The Host who's eyes they've drawn is none other than Mithos- As The Calcite Nursery is his domain. And The Child his monstrous, fused progeny.

The Child is weak, exhausted, rotten from centuries beneath the earth, but their father is always listening, and The Heathen's blessing winds them in magic, gold, and flora- stirs the rot to life- They will protect their home against intruders, and as light seeps into their labyrinth from above- thousands of minds cry out for one thing: Escape.

So it is perhaps a good thing that another with no fear of the Diamond Riot was, in fact, keeping tabs on them. Daisy "The Daggerless" Bandy is something of a folk-hero around Earth Territory, a traveling explorer who's morals are a good bit less gray than the Riot's, Daggerless knows of The Child and it's resting place- and had for a time, ensured no one approached it. Foolishly, she trusted Mal long enough for a night of passion- and he stole away the artifact required to enter the depths of the Nursery. Blessed by Lacrymosa to never fall in battle, she has become something of an unwitting champion to what seems to be The Host's single benevolent goddess- And The Warmistress wants The Child slain.

Reluctantly, Daggerless will do as she's called to- even if it means saving Mal's two-timing ass in the process.

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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You opened this can of worms. Now lay in it.

But I’m all seriousness if you have time can you do the wedding ask but with Kylar, Whitney, and great Hawk (I just think I’d be funny to try and explain a wedding to a harpy)

Aight here we go, part two electric boogaloo

NSFW below

Great Hawk

So, so confused. Does not get it, these strange landstrider ways of signing things.

Of getting permission from people to love.

Perfectly happy stealing you ring after ring until they find a perfect one though. If you want pretty jewellery, the harpy is more than happy to provide.

Its gonna be impossible to get the harpy into a dress or tux. Impossible to get them into town and find a venue or do anything normal.

And getting an official out in the moors? You better be paying good money.

But say you do do all that, manage to escort some poor priest or whatever to the tower, Great Hawk may get a little territorial.

Once you calm them down, they’ll allow the person inside. If it will make you happy, they suppose.

“Don’t worry about a witness,” the officiate says, obviously uncomfortable and wanting away from the situation.

If you dress up, Great Hawk will smother you in compliments, their mate looks amazing! So excellently preened!

The officiate goes through the words as quickly as they can, jumping when, instead of saying vows, the harpy screeches a song that declares their love for you.

You sign the presented papers, helping the harpy put their mark down, too. and the officiate runs off so they don’t have to risk their sanity any longer.

Buying a radio so the two of you can have a dance, sing along. Maybe even buying a small cake and feeding it to them, delighting in how they react to the sweet taste.

Great Hawk could fly you anywhere you wanted for a honeymoon. But what about the nest? Maybe you should wait till winter, then you two can find a nice spot somewhere warm.

Excited to mate that night, stripping your clothes and laying you down so they can breed you full of chicks. Tries to keep your clothes pristine for you.

Very thorough in their treatment of you, caresses your body and praising your everything.

You’re not entirely sure Great Hawk gets what happened. You’re still happy though, and so are they, knowing that you’re bound by their ways and yours.

Kylar

Oh this fucker planned.

Years and years in advance.

I’m talking slide shows, binders, cut-out collages of outfits and themes.

Proposes to you. The ring is goddamn expensive, and its perfect because of course it is.

The proposal was more of a formality, a definite put the plan into motion moment, you’ve always been bound to marry.

Lets you check the plans over, any changes you need to make are okay. Its your big day, too.

So happy to tour venues, to try catering, to find outfits. Everyone can see how excited Kylar is, how proud they are that they get to marry you.

Tells. Fucking. Everyone.

Old lady on the bus? Told. Local butcher? An earful. Don’t bring them to any poetry events, they’ll claim the mic to tell the whole room.

Really wants a Halloween themed wedding. Wants the two of you dressed like Gomez and Morticia, or Victor and Emily, or Jack and Sally.

If you let them do that, they’ll cry from joy and start practicing make-up every day so its perfect.

Don’t worry about price, they’ve got that covered.

The day comes and Kylar can’t wait to see you. Does not obey the traditional don’t see each other thing, will drag you off to touch you.

Most of the people from school are banned. Especially Whitney. May allow Robin, if you’ve assured them that you’re just friends.

Kylar’s family is there, they’re an interesting bunch. Rich, some a bit condescending. If this is your first time meeting his parents (unlikely) then I agree with the headcanon that one of them is probably just like Kylar - and gushes over you. Their little baby is getting a spouse all of their own.

Done in a church, even if its been dressed up in spiders webs and other stuff like that (if you let Kylar theme it).

Every guest is in costume, too.

If the PC is given away, then again you could use Bailey. They’ll smile and wave, knowing they can socialise and use it to their advantage. But I would find it funny if Doren does it, briefly telling you they were worried about Kylar in school, but you look so happy now! That's wonderful!

Kylar cries. Almost sobbing. Their mother/father stand beside them with tissues.

Records the wedding.

Personal vows. Its a poem, of course. Its not like the racy ones in English. Its heartfelt, beautiful, been drafted over and over again till it looked wrong and then right again,

One of you is getting dipped in the kiss. Be careful not to drop each other.

Honeymoon in Japan!

Going to the official stores of games you like, cat cafes, Kylar spending so long in the arcade.

Of course marathon sex. They’re not letting you go. You’ll be finding it hard to walk, room service being the only thing keeping you going.

Already said ‘I love you’ a thousand times during sex, now says it a million.

Time to start planning for babies, they’ll point out. They also have slideshows for that.

Whitney

You know how people get really drunk and do it impulsively? Yeah.

It would be on a trip out to some foreign country, you’re their slut so of course you get to come with. Doesn’t admit to having saved up for so long to take you away somewhere, just the two of you.

Parties hard throughout the vacation, taking advantage of the hot climate to dress in as little as possible, and wants to fuck you anywhere they can.

Until you wake up one night to find a signed marriage certificate with your names on it and a whole lot of missing memories.

Finds a camera, flicks though it to find out the two of you got married the night before. You’re dressed up in the worst outfits they’ve ever seen, but you’re smiling so wide, the kiss looks so full of love.

Oh look you took photos of the consummation, too.

Divorces are expensive, you know. Besides, not like you’re leaving them anytime soon. Its convenient to stay married.

Years down the line you could convince Whitney to do a proper ceremony. A recital, just so you can have one you remember.

They give in, and let you plan. But dear God are they nervous.

Terrified to tell their family. Doesn’t really want them there, scared they’ll say something to you. But if you insist.

Jokes about inviting Leighton for a brief second before deciding against. Bastard would show up and ruin everything, knowing them.

Almost runs off. Even if you’re already married, if its just a little ceremony with close people, Whitney feels vulnerable. Their friends will be there, will they think they’re weak?

But they suck it up and go to the recital.

Tries not to cry when they see you. Fails. Quickly wipes their face before anyone can see. Everyone already saw.

Whispers their vows to you. So quiet everyone leans in, but you hear them perfectly. They mean it when they say they love you, and you can only tell further when you go to place the ring on their finger to find a black band a writing around where the ring goes.

Its your name. Tattooed in a band, around their finger.

Okay now you’re both crying.

The after party is one hell of a show. Even if the venue, the food, the DJ aren't expensive, Whitney and their friends make it so that it isn't dull.

The best man’s speech is embarrassing for both of you, whether its your best friend (Robin, probably) or Whitney’s recounting something like you two stabbing at each other with protractors in Maths.

At one point you hear Whitney’s friends congratulate them. Telling them its okay they cried, they’re all happy for them.

The honeymoon? The place you got married in the first place. And you’re going to recreate the photos from the night, too.

Whipped cream and strawberries. Whitney covers you in it, licks it off and is eager to try other food-related kinks with you.

Whitney is very happy they didn’t run.

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity great hawk #spill your guts #anonymous

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Okay! Inversion Arc Reactions Under the Cut!

Warning: Spoilers for the Inversion arc. Much More Mild Secondary Warning: This post is really freaking long

(I wrote all of these as the episodes came out, so you’ll see me adding onto previous statements later down the line probably as more information came to light)

The River Runs Both Ways Tonight

First of all: I was right about Gavin being safe from the shades feeding on him since he doesn’t have human life force.

Though, whatever the heck else was wrong with him I don’t know yet. I get the feeling something else is preying on him (that deep voice that spoke to Brachium? Possibly the entity of Death? The thing that the Deathwalkers were wardens of?) because demons are powerful

Also the magic speed thing was an interesting development for demons

The fact that he wanted to stay behind inside the ward as the only demon in attendance to help innocent people really speaks to his character development (I imagine the Gavin that Freelancer met in the 7/11 would still stay behind to help, but would be a lot more sarcastic about it)

Freelancer slipping back into the ward before it closed to stay with him is Very Stupid but very sweet.

Next segment: it makes a lot of sense for shifters to be pretty good at telepathy—and honestly I was wondering for a while if they were, or if they could somehow understand each other’s wolf noises when they shifted—so I like that development

Ash’s loyalty to David is so absolute. David was so concerned about Asher (even if it was just expressed by how quietly he “spoke” to Ash) joining him and Asher is so determined. I love these boys

David is doing his best, trying to get people out to the training grounds and Ash is trying to make David feel better with humor

Next: Lasko barely knows Milo and still went looking for him seeking comfort—and Milo being Milo has a bit of an attitude but is still trying to be nice to Lasko and it’s very comforting

Also, I totally called that Lasko was safe outside the ward. Which is good because he would not have handled being inside particularly well

And the fact that Milo is running for the control room and Lasko goes with is kinda cute (but also I’m sure Lasko doesn’t know where else to go and is clinging to the one tiny bit of familiarity he has like following your mom around at a family reunion)

Next: Okay, I was wrong about Lovely sticking close to Damien and Hux (dang it)

But I was right about powerful magical people trying to fight off the shades (not that that’s surprising—that’s a logical leap to make)

Damien is incredibly powerful and aware of it, and his feeling of uselessness is evident in his voice breaking as he asks what’s the point if he can’t do anything

Also Huxley is always the best, being quietly supportive and encouraging Damien to hang in there. And so sweet. Like, he talked to Lovely for all of a minute before the closing ceremony and he’s still hoping they’re okay

Have I mentioned I love Huxley because I f*&^ing love Huxley

He also is ridiculously powerful and his protectiveness is great, but he sounded so scared when he commented on how if he hadn’t gotten the wall up in time and Damien finished the sentence (Erik I swear if you hurt Huxley I am going to riot)

I wonder if that electricity we heard in that corridor was Lovely (more likely, though, it was one of the other Electros who medaled in one of the events)

They were both so scared when they saw the ward was sealed. I wanted to cry

Listen, Damien, David is doing his best to try and keep everyone safe. I’m really hoping it won’t be a death sentence

Next: Vincent really got that impulse adrenaline brain going, doesn’t he?

Honestly? Thank the good heavens for Sam. Vincent would have gotten himself killed very quickly without Sam being there to be level-headed

Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t expect anything else from Vincent, but by goodness he needed Sam there

Also I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard a vampire growl in this universe (not complaining...)

I’m kinda surprised vampires can pinpoint one person so precisely in a crowd that massive—I dig it though

The way the crowds screams got quieter as Vincent found Lovely was a subtle, very nice touch to the audio experience. I liked it.

Next: Milo’s back! (Honestly this whole segment I was waiting for him to lose it and snap at the commissioner but Milo is still a relatively well-behaved guy.)

Milo Greer!!!! Greer! We have another last name dropped! (Seriously, David, Vincent, and Sam are the only ones with last names that we knew about before and Vincent’s isn’t even the one he was born with!)

Milo being a lil sassy to the commissioner about hopefully not needing his sympathy is a Mood

So the portal wasn’t left open for too terribly long... presuming it hasn’t reopened but I doubt that for the moment.

The commissioner being defensive that there was only one breakout and Milo’s response is a thinly-veiled “don’t give me that $#!+, my mate works for you people and I ain’t stupid” continues to prove why Milo is a Sass King™

Milo campaigning for human reinforcements is definitely a callback to the fact that he and Sweetheart fought just one shade before and he knows it can be done—and the commissioner is kind of a dumb@$$

Commissioner, I doubt that this shade infestation has anything to do with those breakouts. They’re probably the product of a smaller story arc for another time (except Erik delights in spiting me so that remains to be seen)

Milo’s voice getting soft at David’s jacket—Erik I swear if you kill Davey without letting Angel say goodbye I’m going to f*&^in’ riot

Lasko’s back! And Milo losing his patience about “remember about if you really want me to answer your questions or not” while Lasko’s just being his usual self

Also this interference messing with telepathy, radios, and cell signals is fascinating. I’ve been wondering for a long time how magic didn’t seem to usually mess with technology (lots of other contemporary fantasy stories tend to say magic and tech don’t mesh very well), but apparently if you get enough shades in one place, they do (lol it’s definitely gonna be more complicated than that)

Milo sounds so heartbroken when he said he needs to call everyone’s mates. I wonder if that includes Darlin’—because I imagine Darlin’s gonna flip their lid and come running because they know Sam is in there.

I hope when he calls Sweetheart that Sweetheart comes down to the control room and rips the commissioner a new one about how they fought a shade 1v1 (’cuz the Department still doesn’t know Milo was involved around 3 years later) and that he needs to get his $#!+ together and protect the innocent people inside the ward (Sweetheart seems like they have the personality to do it too)

Lasko’s trying to be nice—but hearing him break when Milo asked if his friends were inside to get their medals made me wanna cry. Then Milo promising they’re gonna get them all out—please let these two be friends after this!

Voices Gone Silent

Okay, maybe I was wrong about why Gavin is hurting but I don’t think I’m wrong about CloseKnit trying to lure dozens of Department demons close to kill them all in one fell swoop

Avior(?) wasn’t lying when he said they could feel the loss of every voice in the Spellsong. I thought that was just a metaphor. I was... very much wrong

Gavin’s emotions were so damn palpable as he broke down—I wanted to give him such a big, comforting hug—and he was so unwilling to leave Freelancer behind but still determined to help even though he was hurting so badly

Next segment: Davey’s loud, authoritative voice confused the heckie outta me, not gonna lie. I didn’t think it was him at first—hell, I didn’t even think it was Erik at first. I went looking through the description for a “Thanks to so-and-so for voicing [X member of the Shaw pack]” but then Ash turns up and I’m like “huh okay”

The wolf fighting noises were pretty cool, ngl—but with all of them shifting back and forth and how they talked about phasing through clothing... is everybody just taking orders from a tall, random, naked David/Ash/etc.??? Because, I’m sorry, but that image in my head kills the whole mood and makes me want to laugh.

I’ve liked hearing the names of all the pack members though—there’s so many of them! No wonder the Shaw pack is the most influential wolf pack in Dahlia—they’re probably the biggest!

“We shifters are apparently the only thing that’s going to slow them down” well... I’m writing these reactions on my second listens to the audios so... yes, but technically no. Gavin sure as hell did somethin’

Shades feed on human life force, so I’m guessing that’s why wolf form throws them off. They’re not... 100% human in that form I guess...

Next: Huxley’s idea to go underground wasn’t a terrible idea but yeah it wouldn’t work

Poor Damien is having a frickin’ panic attack—also micro black holes sound terrifying. Graviton Energetics must be gatdang cosmic forces

They need to find Gavin and Freelancer ASAP.

Next: Yeesh vampire senses are OP. I’m so down for that. Like Vincent practically got Lovely’s coordinates

Sam splitting off to try and do something made me so nervous—not that I’d expect anything else from him

Next, technically: glad Lovely’s trying to fight them off

I just imagine Lovely hearing Vincent calling for them and shrieking his name while pushing people out of the way to get to him

Also in a previous post I said someone would need to make a cloud to help Sam and Vincent not burn up because apparently I’m a dumb@$$ who forgot that this is taking place at 7PM in the winter time when the sun has already gone down. 10/10 i’m a genius

Vincent’s relief is so vivid. I imagine him gathering Lovely to his chest and just holding them there

Yeah... I guess he wouldn’t know a lot about shades if most of his magic knowledge is still mostly vampire stuff

I like that he just barely raises his voice and is like “yeah Sam’ll hear me nbd” and then Sam actually does. Again, vamp senses are O.P.

Sam continuing to be the MVP tho, being smart about all the magic stuff. I’m guessing he was magic-born too so this has been his entire life

Also dozens of people are maintaining that ward? Wow. I would have thought, like, 15 at the most.

Called it that vamps are invulnerable to the shades. That’s decent at least

Though Sam’s grim pronouncement made me feel scared

And he’s being practical protective of Lovely too. Sam’s great, y’all.

Next: Gavin’s “I’ll manage, I have to” made me want to break but his magic appeared to be affecting the shades, even as the waves of it got weak

“What’s happening to me” did make me think that maybe I’m not entirely wrong that something else is affecting him

Honestly I looked away from my screen when Xavier came in and I thought it was Damien and Hux. Then I looked and saw Xavier’s symbol and heard him remind Freelancer his name and felt both relieved yet sad

... Xavier... Xavier died... trying to protect people... and Gavin... (yes I cried actual tears)(I really wanted him to join our friend group and fill in the last spot in the “box set” Kody was talking about)

Oh... Huxley’s gonna be so heartbroken...

Erik, how very dare you make me like Xavier so much and then you just go and F^&*ING kill him off?

And Gavin tried to get the shades off of Xavier in return... before breaking down again... oh nelly

Gavin... what the hell did you do? Your voice got all reverb-y like Vega’s and then there was a flare of white and the episode ended! Please don’t tear yourself apart—I know you want to protect people and demon magic seems to be affecting the shades but if you die, who’s gonna protect your deviant?

More Than A Promise

Gavin, bruh, you made a massive ward. At least you’re not tearing yourself apart but $#!+ dude

Unfortunately, Damien and Hux aren’t inside it. Here’s hoping they’re gonna be okay. I’m so worried about them. The fact that they haven’t even looked for Freelancer and Gavin worries me—like, they know FL and Gav were at the stadium, right? It’s reasonable to assume they guessed Gavin would get FL out, but it didn’t even cross their minds that Gav was the one who made the ward?

Huxley is a lot smarter than I think most people in-universe give him credit for. Getting to the training grounds sounds like a good start...

The fact that we don’t get to hear Gavin say anything to Freelancer during this episode though... trying to determine if it’s concerning. I know this one is focusing on the pack primarily but please don’t let Gavin burn himself out

Next segment: Yasss, Milo! Give it to the idiot commissioner who’s letting people die! Six hours is too long!

I get where the commissioner is coming from, don’t get me wrong. Cutting losses, the situation is technically contained, blah, blah, blah. But just because I understand his view point doesn’t mean I think he’s right. And I don’t think he’s right. The human forces can help more than he thinks—he’s being too reliant on demon teams.

Milo absolutely losing his temper and telling Jet about fighting shades and then snapping at whoever else is in the control room is so f*&^ing good. I love Milo’s character so much. He doesn’t have Davey’s attitude, but he does have an attitude, and I frickin love it.

At least that did seem to get Jet’s rear in gear

Next: Ash sounds so worried—and TBH so am I

"We’ll make it [safe]” Davey you’re so good. I’m hoping your pack is safe

Next: Lasko meeting Angel was not something I ever expected. Shame it’s under these circumstances

Lasko knowing David’s reputation really shows how far Davey’s rep has spread—and Lasko trying not to make Angel uncomfortable is so sweet

But the way his voice broke when he said his family was all inside the ward and that they’re the only people he’s got... I teared up

(I kinda imagine Angel giving him a side-arm hug when he started getting emotional about it)

Next: Milo’s relief at seeing Sweetheart—all the feels. This poor boi is so heckin’ stressed and trying to manage a situation he definitely feels is above his pay grade (probably), he really needed his Sweetheart there.

I just imagine Babe running up to them all wide-eyed and freaked out when Milo spots them

Then Lasko comes over with Angel—and Angel is obviously talking a mile a minute. At least Milo is good at explaining to Angel and Babe magic stuff, but him not having words for shades... mood.

You can hear the guilt in Milo’s voice when he said he tried to catch up to Ash and Davey

And his words of what he and Davey both would have been thinking... Milo’s a good guy

Then obviously Angel and Babe are saying everything he’s already said and he’s so patient with them even with him losing his temper

Giving Angel Davey’s jacket feels so much like foreshadowing that Davey’s gonna die—I am going to f^&*ing riot, and I am not even kidding.

But I’m still stubbornly believing that even if David does die, it won’t be permanent. You’re telling me he wouldn’t hold on in Death’s river until Ash or Angel or someone could resuscitate him? I don’t think so

What’s Milo’s plan? Why’d he take Sweetheart aside to talk about getting the control back? What devious machinations are going on in this boy’s head? I want the details!

But Lasko looking after Babe and Angel for a minute is kinda sweet.

Next: Ash and Davey fighting together, flanking the shade—my brain went to Pack Tactics in DnD, when you fight wolves.

Again, when they shift back, are they just on the edge of the Safe Zone naked? I’m sure it’s something that shifters think about less, because they probably grew up naked around each other as teens and up but still, imagine all the other empowered people just watching these wolves turn into tall naked guys lol

Humor is how I cope with angst don’t @ me

Ash is trying so hard to cheer Davey up even though he’s probably terrified too. My poor, sweet boy.

Ash knowing Milo won’t let anyone have a second of peace was great. They’re family who know each other so well

“We’ll last as long as it takes” is a very heroic line, David, but does hysteric strength apply to magic, too? Can adrenaline make your powers stronger? (If so, fascinating lore)

And Ash just starts laughing—geez this boy knows his pack like he’s a damn telepath. He just knows David’s upset with him even though David is only really displaying his usual attitude. And Davey tried to deny it but Ash just keeps laughing. I love Asher so much. I love them all.

And Davey starting to emotionally break down and release his feelings to Ash... he really trusts people now

“I wish you were safe right now” my FEELS

Asher said the thing! The episode title. And my heart broke a little. David feels so primed to die in this arc. I hope he doesn’t though

Ash straight up saying he’s loved and trusted David his entire life and doesn’t want to know who he’d be without him... some serious Imperium flashbacks but also some of the happy feels that Asher gets to say it out loud #NonToxicMasculinityFTW

David’s voice break just on Asher’s name was what made me start actually crying proper crocodile tears.

They’re hugging. They’re hugging! There is no way to mistake that as anything other than a f*%&ing hug (finally my boys!) oh my gaaash! And Davey finally actually expressing emotions to Ash again and saying he loves him—this is the character development I. Am. HERE. For!

They’re so determined not to go down without a fight, but David trusts Ash so much to send him to the west side. And Ash has so much faith in them both.

One last hug for the road. I am going to die of feels.

Right Here

Gavin! The high-pitched ringing wasn’t necessary but it definitely added atmosphere

Again, glad it was a ward and he’s not ripping himself to shreds, but he still sounds so strained... I just want you to be okay, pretty boy

I headcanon that Freelancer calls Gavin pretty boy, don’t @ me

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough” Gavin if you keep talking bad about yourself, I will physically fight you (10 points if you get that reference and guess what other fandoms I might be part of lol)

Gavin realizing Hux and Damien might not be in the ward... how strained he gets

The fact that Gavin’s magic tore out of him on instinct to protect Freelancer after feeling how much they hurt seeing Xavier die... Gavin is so human, for being an Incubus—and hearing him cry... he’s come so far from the demon we met in 7/11

Does no one else inside his ward notice or wonder who made this ward and how they’re maintaining it?

“I ground myself in thoughts of you. I won’t fail you” sIR! Who said you were allowed to have character development this incredible? I love Gavin so much, y’all. But can you imagine how much worse his freakout would have been if Caelum was with them too?

And then the shades started attacking the ward and he sounded like he was in so much pain and I wished there was something I could do to help

BTW, this audio editing is top notch, I really gotta give Erik props for that

“Just... stay with me... please” b!+ch did you think there was any way in hell I’d leave? No way!

Next segment: Damien and Huxley tried so hard to protect the group they gathered—and holy crap Huxley’s magic still sounds so incredibly powerful it blows me away every time.

And it was all for naught... they tried so hard and failed—and their devastation was so audible

I know Huxley is one of the most empathetic characters in this entire universe, but I never would have expected him to lose control of his magic in a bout of emotion. He’s usually so calm—and he’s been so calm during the crisis... he deserves to let out that frustration. You can only be strong for others for so long

Also he’s smart, figuring out the shades’ strategies

Next: Vincent, Lovely, and Sam are back! I missed them last episode. And they made their way to safety, sorta. We all know they’re not gonna cower with the survivors. They’re gonna fight.

Sam made it to David first—but I still think Vincent’s a faster runner, he’s just slowed down a bit by carrying Lovely.

Like that Vincent and David got to meet—but when Vincent’s like “This is my partner” I imagined Lovely looked at how frickin’ tall and muscly David is just being like, “Hi” in this tiny little voice (If Sam’s intimidated by Davey, everyone probably is at first, lol)

David immediately trusting Vincent even though they’ve never officially met before. Sure it’s a crisis situation, but he’s just like “ok. whatever you can do, do it.” Love that for Davey.

The underground thing was pretty smart for the south side of the stadium, and the Freelancers making a ward is smart.

Everyone’s running out of energy and the athletes being exhausted is making me nervous

I know for a fact that David doesn’t regret sealing the ward, but he still sounds kinda guilty that people are dying. Of course he’s at the front of every shade attack.

Sam wanting to heal people—this man is so good, but yeah Davey needs him to defend the crowd

Davey: *gives a radio to the two people who absolutely don’t need a radio to hear you trying to get their attention*

I know they’d need it in order to talk back to him but he still reached out to them on the radio

This segment did confirm, though, that at the very least he’s not naked—which is both great and mildly disappointing given the image was helping me cope with the anxiety of this situation

David, if your shirt is soaked in blood, why didn’t you let Sam at least patch you up a little? Maybe he got healed by someone else briefly but, knowing Davey, that’s unlikely

Of course Lovely’s not going underground where it’s safe, Vincent. You think they’re going to leave you and Sam when they’re still ridiculously powerful?

Next: Hello, Nate Wexler. Who exactly are you and do your parents know you’re here? You sound like you’re 14, son

Well duh the ward is getting hard to maintain—how long has it been up, actively being slammed against by shades trying to break out

I know with Damien and Hux, too, there’s no listener character present, but I like to imagine for this segment that Sweetheart is phase-cloaked in the room, aura muted completely, eavesdropping

So... is the ward not see-through to some degree? How come they can’t tell how much of the shades’ force is being applied—like Nate says they don’t know how many shades are pushing against it—can they not see the shades on the other side?

The commissioner is still a dumb@$$—not wanting to reach out to the Chorus—what’s this guy’s deal?

Next: Hux protecting Damien from what I assume is a tidal wave... does Huxley not give off “protective big brother” vibes to anyone else?

Why is Kody’s voice so reverby and boomy? He’s such an irritating character. Apparently it was too much to hope that he was one of the first ones that the shades got. Then again he’s a slippery guy so I shouldn’t be surprised

Damien realizing who it was—and immediately losing his temper but still able to turn Kody’s wave to steam

Meanwhile Huxley is trying so hard to keep Damien reined in.

Huh. Damien really did straight up just punch Kody. Good for him. I’m sure he’s been waiting to do that since before Freelancer told him about the bridging

Hux trying to physically pull Damien off—how is that even a struggle? Damien must be stronger than I figured

Oh... oh Damien is having a breakdown. No... I mean, he totally deserves to but I just want to give him a hug—at least he’s got Hux with him. I hope Hux is hugging him

Hux bringing up Friendsgiving, and slowly talking Damien down—saying this is bigger, but not different... everyone needs a Huxley in their lives

“I’m here, Damien. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” I swear if that’s more foreshadowing that Huxley is going to die... again, I will frickin’ riot. But it’s not like Hux isn’t the type to sacrifice himself for everyone else...

Also, roll credits. He said the episode title

Finally, they found the other survivors! Please get them to safety.

Next: Milo’s here!

“Before I do it anyway” I would expect nothing less of Milo. The plan being absolutely crazy but that’s not gonna stop him... yeah, I love Milo.

He sounds like he’s inches away from absolutely losing it

Milo, you should punch the commissioner when this is all over. As a treat XD You deserve it

Milo’s plan might be crazy but it’s not bad. There’s a lot of humans... it might work. And he’s right... the humans are friends and family of people dying inside... if hysterical strength and adrenaline apply to magic, there might be enough power outside the ward to contain the situation and wipe out the rest of the shades... maybe...

But there’s still that deep voice who spoke to Brachium, and CloseKnit, to consider...

But when Milo said “People who have friends and family trapped in there” my mind went to Lasko. Keeping his eye on Babe and Angel while Milo talks to Sweetheart, not knowing if his little found family in those walls is alive... sure he’s an Air Elemental but he’s fully certified... he might be decent enough to make containment wards and even do some damage to solid shades if it means finding Hux, Damien, Freelancer, and Gavin.

Milo’s gonna frickin’ incite a “rebellion.” I’m down for this.

How’s he gonna get the ward to drop, I wonder? Probably talk to the warders holding it lol

And Sweetheart is also apparently down for this. Not that I’m surprised. Sweetheart’s always felt like they’re meant to be a bit of a reckless one.

The Void They Leave Behind

Gavin still is struggling with that ward, holy crap. He has to pull it in... but he’s still so determined to help as many as he can with whatever he can do—even if it means shades attacking him to not hunt down the rest of the people on the grounds

Okay, here’s the thing tho, Freelancer hasn’t used any of their magic today, really—can’t they help him? Please? Like, reinforce his ward or something?

And as his ward got thinner... this voice acting is phenomenal, y’all

He said the episode title pretty early in the episode. Roll credits

Also poignant title, btw

Gavin’s helplessness... gatdang, he’s come a long way from the “Arrogant” Incubus

All the good things, Freelancer presumably telling him to remember good things, the same way they told Caelum to do so after Vega attacked him

The good things were so sweet—all the stuff with the Elemental bois, but always circling back to Freelancer. I wanted to freaking cry—he’s come so far

“Hold me” Erik, sir, what do you mean I haven’t been holding him this entire damn time?!

Next segment: Oh my heck, Milo and Lasko have to be friends after this. Please. Like, exchange phone numbers and go out to lunch to talk about their families type of friends. Please.

I also never get over Milo’s accent.

Last we saw Lasko he was keeping an eye on Babe and Angel—and I like to think that when Milo comes over to talk to him, they’re both still there, just listening in, absolutely eating it up because Ash and Davey are still in there and they don’t know if their boyfriends are dead

Lasko agreeing to Milo’s plan before even hearing what it is if it means saving his friends family... is a very big leap for Lasko and I’m proud of his Character Development™

But Milo looking out for Lasko’s deniability is good

“The Department isn’t right just by virtue of being the Department” well we know Lasko has some personal experience with the bureaucracy of DUMP with how human-borns are just pushed into the deep end and expected to swim, so 10/10, good boy

I have no idea how Milo’s gonna make it look like an accident, but I’m so down for whatever he’s planning. Milo’s character is great

Milo: *proposes talking to people* Lasko: *immediately clams up* Social Anxiety Mood™

Milo taking the lead on this crazy plan... he’s said before that he doesn’t mind just being a member of the pack and he doesn’t need to be Alpha Material™, but damn he kinda is

Let’s hope that’s also not foreshadowing that Davey’s gonna die, thus promoting Ash to alpha and we know he’ll make Milo beta, based on the Imperium series

I’m just so worried that something’s gonna happen to Davey, y’all. Every trick of foreshadowing I know is practically priming him to die

“I can’t even convince Starbucks to give me the right order” Oh, Lasko, honey. Big mood.

Milo being so encouraging... he’s such a great character

“Our families are in there. Maybe not the ones we were born to. But the ones we chose” no need to punch me right in the gut, Milo

And then Lasko getting up the courage to actually do it! Woohoo! I’m so proud of him. Season 1 Lasko probably wouldn’t have done it.

Milo trying to tell Sweetheart not to join him as if he actually believed he’d be able to. LOL you’re cute, honey. This is the Investigator who won you over by breaking into your apartment twice and then fought a shade with you three years ago—you really think Sweetheart’s gonna care about the Department hanging over their head?

Plus, they’re on of the most powerful Stealths in Dahlia, if not the country. I imagine they could just phase-cloak into wherever the warders are isolated and just bamf them to sleep or something.

But I appreciate that he’s trying to protect his Sweetheart

Still, Sweetheart’s just giving him crap until he agrees—but then giving in with “I know... They’re your family too” aww my heart

I think that’s good insight too, to how shifter packs and mates work. They’re not blood family but Davey and Ash probably feel like Sweetheart’s brothers-in-law (esp since Sweetheart and Milo have been together for 3 gatdang years)

Next: Just imagining Vincent and Lovely standing with their arms around each other in the dark, looking around, alone together...

Vincent is so cute and protective, and trying so hard to be sensitive to Lovely’s past trauma with Adam... man I really felt for him

“I prayed that we’d never be in a situation like that again” Yeah but you’re a character and writers always torture their characters. So here we are

These two have gone through so much together. I love Vincent and Lovely’s dynamic

Oh shoot. Lots of shades coming in from everywhere. This isn’t going to end well

Next: Ohhh Sam. How I wish Darlin’ was with you right now to see how hot you sound when you’re being aggressive. You’ve always just been this soft-spoken voice of reason around them, but with Darlin’s aggression, they’d absolutely eat up seeing you tear apart shades with your bare hands

(Where is Darlin’ anyway? How did Milo not call them? You’d think he’d want another member of his pack there, on the outside of the ward.. Are they just eating ramen watching Addams Family reruns at home, not worried at all?)

Davey! That whimper friggin’ scared me to death. And of course he’s gonna say he’s fine even if he’s not. It’s Davey.

That said, Ash’s concern is so cute. And hearing them so resolved, fighting together—I frickin love it

Lovely having to zap Vincent to get a shade off of him—not gonna lie it scared me

But then of course, Lovely got got and the high-pitched ringing started and Vincent sounded so panicked as the other sounds muffled

And Ash getting hurt—hearing David’s voice go up in pitch—I started tearing up when Davey did

This whole arc with hearing Davey actually express real emotion and not sound so growly all the time has been really good voice work. And calling over Sam—it’s gonna break me

Sam is so calm even with David saying he never learned to heal and breaking down again

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: thank the good heavens for Sam Collins

He’s just talking Davey through it so levelly—he’s a good teacher

Honestly, I was waiting for Asher to wake up and say, “You look like $#!+, David,” even though Ash was the one on death’s door—but the little “Ow” was cute too

Also if Asher ends up being the one that dies I will also f&^*ing riot

Then Vincent calling for Sam—poor Sam’s really getting pulled in every direction tonight

Next: Lasko! Lasko Moore! Moore!!! We got another last name, friends!

He’s trying so hard to be brave, even though he obviously has no idea what to say (or how to say it, at least)

The way his stutter fades, even though his voice is shaking with tears... he’s being so brave

“I know where I’m gonna be ... to keep our home safe” Yes, Lasko! you’re stronger than you think!

And then he just cries and I’m crying with him

Next: Vincent sounds like he’s breaking, desperately trying to heal Lovely

And then Sam’s here, also sounding hurt, despite the fact that he and Lovely don’t really know each other. Sympathetic man

Vincent admitting they’ve avoided talking about turning Lovely... and how strained he sounds... my heart was breaking for him

“It’s forever. I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me. But I won’t do this unless it’s what you want. It would be a new life.” *voice breaks* “Do you want this?” Y’all when I tell ya I was sobbing right along with him—not exaggerating.

I wrote a whole short one shot from my feelings over this segment, are you surprised? Though I did partially write it because I thought there were some things that needed to be said from Lovely’s side and Erik glossed over (because Lovely freaking loved their magic and this was going to rob them of it) but ssshhh that’s not important

Anyway. Sam goes back into Teacher Mode™ so gently. Vincent is his family—he’s gonna help however he can

Vincent sounds like he frickin ripped a chunk out of his arm to get Lovely to drink his blood

Also the heartbeat and the high-pitched ringing gave me flashbacks to Adam’s kidnapping episode... what a way to end it.

NGL I’m worried about Lovely in the finale tomorrow. Vincent will have to be watching out for them, which means the survivors lose a defender... oh boy

See you tomorrow, Inversion. Please get resolved

OMG if today’s episode was 35 mins, tomorrow’s is gonna be, like, 45 or more to get all this resolved

Also where were Damien and Hux during all this? Did they not make it to the survivors’ spot in this amount of time? Seems unlikely. I hope they’re okay

Side note: I think I figured out why Commissioner Jet is being such a hard nose. What if he’s waiting for demon teams because he’s in CloseKnit secretly and trying to bring them in to wipe them all out at once?

All Along

Frickin’ loved this freaking series. Let’s jump into this. The last one!

Starting with Vincent, Sam, and Davey—I was interested that bloodlust didn’t begin immediately. I figured it would. Fun.

Sam and Davey arguing is great. Sam claims to be intimidated by Davey but he certainly holds his ground regardless

“I could drag you underground” “You could try” Davey, you realize Sam could just trance you, right? I mean, he wouldn’t, probably—unless you were mortally wounded and actively in the process of dying. But he could

Did Darlin’ gossip to David that Sam is a worried lecturer? If so, LOL

Again, vamp senses are OP

Davey struggling to shift was probably a new experience for him

Another vampire growl—never gonna complain

Next Segment: Yeesh. David got hit hard enough to revert to human form. And he really was about done for

But HUXLEY! And Damien! They’ve met David!

NGL feels kinda weird because they’re like on opposite sides of the Redactedverse but ssshhh it’s still awesome

Damien insisting he could hold them off because of course he would insist he could

Also—how did Huxley carry David? Like fireman style or princess style or just like sling an arm over his shoulders and support his weight? Because the idea of Huxley carrying big bad@$$ tough tsundere alpha werewolf David Shaw princess style is making me f^&*in’ lose it to giggles

Even if David said not to leave his friend—which made me emotional that David was still looking out for others’ safety while he was quite possibly on the verge of bleeding out

Next: Sam being aggressive is still hot

Poor vamp bois—they’re so tired and Vincent shouldn’t even be awake after turning Lovely... he’s a really strong guy

But they’re still so determined to fight to the end

Next: Damien’s determination has always been a characteristic I admired, but he really pushed himself so hard. Hearing his magic getting weaker and how surprised he was that he ran out... it freaked me out

Still goading the shades—not surprised—but he sounded surprised and hopeful at hearing Hux calling for him

Not gonna lie, the clawing sound effect is still very jarring, though that might be because I’m sick and my ears are super sensitive

Thank the heavens for Huxley, as always

How is Hux still so powerful? I mean, guy’s gotta be wiped—they’ve been sealed in for hours and he makes an earthquake that shakes the ground outside the weakening containment ward

I will never not be amazed by how powerful Huxley is. I adore him

Next: Milo feeling Hux’s earthquake was great. But he and Sweetheart are underground so I imagine he’d feel that intensely

Also Sweetheart giving him crap about him needing them to get in is great—you can tell that’s exactly what they’re doing with how Milo said everything but the last door so defensively (but you can still tell he’s super nervous OMG)

Which I imagine Sweetheart phased their arm through and opened it from the inside, LOL. Just like, “Oh, we need a way in? How’s about this?” *click* Milo: -_-

How was that door not warded against Stealths, tho?

“Not even a demon” bruh have you seen Gavin’s ward tho? It’s massive

Ah. So that’s what Milo’s been planning this whole time. Okay.

It makes sense with the worldbuilding. How Erik has established shifter magic works. Okay.

Milo this is a terrible idea

I know you’re gonna do it anyway but this is a bad idea

And his voice gets so low when he tells Sweetheart he doesn’t know for sure that he’ll be okay—boi you ain’t sacrificing yourself on my watch! If you survive this, I will kick your butt into next week for scaring me!

Oh my heck that kiss felt like such a desperate goodbye—i have been emotionally damaged

"I love you sweetheart—*laughs* of course i’m gonna make it—how else are you gonna kick my @$$ later for doing something this stupid?” Well, good to know Sweetheart!me is on the same page as IRL!me

He still sounds scared and then that last kiss

That noise was so jarring of him taking it in

Next: Sam and Vincent seeing the ward go down—

And then you hear Lasko! Encouraging everyone!

Then that blast of magic (and again with the unnecessary high-pitched ringing)! Human unity! Yay!

Sam and Vincent sounded so relieved and then the background noise of people celebrating

I am so proud of Lasko! He did it!

Oh yeah and Vincent and Sam immediately back in business mode

Next: Gavin feeling the magic build—I imagine him shielding Freelancer with his own body, holding on

And he sounds so relieved when they saw the sky

Gavin’s relief! The happy kisses! The “you were my strength, you saved their lives, not me” oh my GAAASH *cries in character development*

Time to go find Damien, Hux, and Lasko!

Next: Commissioner, be nice to little Nate Wexler. He’s doing his best. He seems like a... kid just doing his job

He sounds like a 16-year-old intern who should have gone home with his parents hours ago

Bossy bossy bossy. I get why though.

Next: Milo!!! You sound like you’re coughing up your own blood

And his first word is looking for Sweetheart—my boy, you’re so cute

You are most certainly not alright

Oh good, glad you agree

His accent slips a little in this segment but I’ll allow it for the sake of good emoting

Of course your body feels like its on fire ya doofus—you just absorbed enough magic to fry some of your cells, probably.

But it worked!

Yes, yes please get out quickly so no one charges you with treason

At least he can still walk

“Yeah, yeah—and get me help *pause* definitely get me help” Love how he starts exasperated at Sweetheart’s fussing and then he’s like, “Oh wait you right”

Well... if your plan was not to get caught... I hope someone cleaned up after everything you coughed and threw up

Next: Lasko running for Huxley! They made it! Lasko sounds so scared but relieved—I am so proud of him. He did it! He convinced people to help him save his family and friends

Hux sounds so relieved too—even with how worried he is about Damien

“I can walk” Damien no the f^&* you can’t

Hux, you and I are in agreement—and he’s gonna carry Damien anyway because of course he is

Damien’s so weak he probably can’t open his eyes with that tiny “Lasko’s here?”

And then Lasko says yes and Damien immediately talks like he’s not there. Probably to be funny

Actually maybe Damien was telling Lasko to tell Huxley that he could walk? IDK

Oh man—season 1 Damien and Lasko would never have responded like this without Freelancer—I’m so proud of these guys becoming family. Damien’s old contempt for Lasko and Lasko’s fear of Damien—*sobs in character development*

Glad Lasko laughs it off even though he sounds like he’s also crying. I love the Elemental boys so much

Next: Oh my heck how are Asher and Davey still on their feet? They should be on stretchers or something!

Of course David would absolutely refuse one so someone else could have it (and Ash probably would too, he’d just need to be dramatic first)

“Taking turns” is so cute. I loved their characterization over these videos

Their mates giving them hugs—oof. Ouch

But they’re still both so relieved—like Davey’s soft “angel!” freaking broke me and healed my soul at the same time

“Duct Tape and a Prayer” sounds like a great book/fic title and is also a Mood™

But the “I love you babe!”— “holding you feels so good”— “I love you so much” I couldn’t quite tell who was who when they were so quiet and Asher’s more nasal tone vanished but I don’t care because they were both crying (Davey crying in public from relief at surviving and seeing Angel again was enough to get me teary, not gonna lie) and kissing their mates and just holding onto them and it was so sweet and aaahhh!!!

Made this all worth it

Except what happened to Xavier but that’s for another time

Next: Finally! Darlin’ you’re late! What were you doing, eating ramen and watching old TV reruns?

No I’m kidding. I figured Milo called Darlin’ and it took them a while to get there.

But hearing the intro noises before the graphic even came up, I was like “Oh. This has gotta be Darlin’” and I was right

So satisfying when that happens

Anyway. I know this bit is brief but I had so many feels about it.

Sam’s palpable relief at seeing and holding Darlin’. His grunt as they slam into him to hug him

The shaking voice

The desperate kisses

Trying so hard to find something light to say, so joking about finally seeing Darlin’s wolf form

(Obviously from the fic I posted I thought Sam would have gone on the pack run and already seen it but it’s not that big of a deal)

But sturdy, steady, level-headed Sam just breaking down and sobbing into his partner’s embrace out of relief at being alive and grief over everything lost—

I. Love. These. Two. So. F*&^ing. Much!

Oh man.

Next: Milo, baby, you still sound absolutely exhausted. You self-sacrificing moron. I’m so proud of you.

But he sounds so relieved—he should be proud of himself. He did it

Love that his first instinct is to reach out to his family

And he’s so scared that something happened to them

And then he sobs upon hearing Davey and laughs through tears at hearing Ash

I wish we got the moment Sweetheart and Milo caught up to them for hugs

But this was good for me

“We did it!” Oh Milo. Not complaining about the kisses though lol

“Our family”—“Our family!” I love it so much

I have a huge family of relatives that I mostly get along with and yet somehow I still kinda love my own found family more... don’t tell my cousins. I feel ya Milo

Next: Okay... so I was wrong (probably?) about Jet being a secret member of CloseKnit (and the motivations of sending out the shades in the first place) but that’s okay. I’m fine with that

“They’re going to see a Department taskforce left outside to twiddle their thumbs instead of helping!” Yeah. On your orders, ya nitwit

Okay, I get where Jet is coming from, like, from a PR standpoint, but he doesn’t have to be such a jerk about it

Honestly if their government as they know it does become a casualty of this event, maybe let Damien rebuild it a little? He’d do a great job considering this is the canon universe and not the Imperium XD

It won’t become a casualty because stubborn bureaucracy—but it could be

“Have to figure out how to describe this to the unempowered government” So... does anyone else wonder if there’s a Secretary of the Department of Uniform Magical Practices that’s like, secretly in the USA President’s cabinet but only in a very “cold opening of Harry Potter 6″ vibe? Like “Oh yeah there’s all this stuff going on in the magical world but you really have no say in it but we do have to warn you out of obligation but don’t worry about it k thx bye” Because I sure wonder

Jet be nice to Nate!

Next: So... that end credits scene, am I right? Anyone else screaming internally that the Inversion wasn’t the worst thing that’s gonna happen to our boys? That the creature/figure in Death Brachium and the other Walkers are wardens of is just gathering life force and magic for something big?

“How much time do we have left?” IDK Brachium however long it takes Erik to figure out how to weave every. Single. Character. and. Their. Storyline. Into. One. Cohesive. Single. Plotline. I’m gonna cry.

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Victory

For a fellow Drakgo fan, it’s @dawhitebag‘s birthday tomorrow! Happy birthday!!!

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Enjoy “Victory,” a tiny AU ending to So the Drama.

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On the computer screen: destruction. Outside the building, a timely lightning storm that would have made any super-villain envious. And inside, standing before the screen, the mad scientist's head was thrown back in maniacal laughter.

Shego watched from the back of the room as henchmen seated at rows of computer consoles maintained careful control of the Li'l Diablos—Drakken's (finally) successful robots that had been his means of taking over the world. The big screen was cycling between news feeds from cities of various nations where armed forces were useless against Drakken's—for once—brilliant plan.

Or had they all been brilliant, and she had just never seen it before? In most every one of his previous plans, she had been over his shoulder, mocking him all the way. This time he had kept everything secret from her. He had said it was to make sure Kim Possible wouldn't discover it, but she wondered now... Had he shut her out so he could actually succeed?

She looked at Drakken's back, and the way he stood taller and prouder than she'd ever seen him. Hands on his hips as the well-tailored suit made clear the fact that the person who usually skulked in an over-sized blue lab coat was in fact a man, and one she realized she was spending more and more of her thoughts on. He turned then, and she noticed how the electric blue of the suit seemed to make his skin and eyes less corpse-like and more vibrant.

He was grinning at her, but not with the chaotic abandon she'd expected. Yes, his eyes held fire and glee, but there was also a knowing within the dark depths as he stared at her, and a desire to know. It sent her heart racing, and she instinctively straightened up from where she was leaned back against the wall. Usually when she let her thoughts stray from the professional to the impossible, it was he who fell uncomfortable under her gaze. But there was something different in his eyes; he had never looked at her that way before.

"Go get changed."

"E-Excuse me?" she answered with unexpected fluster.

"You should be on my level when we make our announcement about ruling the world," he said, gesturing broadly to his suit.

Her eyes widened. "We...?"

"Yes of course...unless... You don't want to make the announcement with me?"

He looked worried for the first time in days, and Shego quickly pushed off the wall and turned to go find something less side-kick and more...co-ruler of the world? Was that what he was saying?

"Give me a minute, I'll be right back."

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Drakken replayed the image of Shego's retreating back with unease as his nerve-endings were tingling with a slow build of anxiety. He stared at the images on the computer screen, all revealing his triumph in explosive detail. He had hoped to impress her... He had hoped that taking over the world would show her he was more than he appeared, and certainly more than the losers she kept dating.

Recently she had acted more friendly toward him. She had even taken him up on an offer to get revenge against one of the gorillas who had dumped her. Evil bonding was a good secret first date, he had thought. And while she had certainly enjoyed it, and even seemed to enjoy his company...nothing changed beyond that.

He knew world domination was the only way to be worthy of her. But...he had succeeded, and she had yet to say a word about it. Would she reject the offer he was going to make her, of ruling the world together...? It was extremely risky, he knew, but over the past several months as he plotted and schemed, impressing her always at the front of his mind, he had come to realize... Shego was his world. He didn't want to do it without her.

The soft sound of Shego clearing her throat caused him to whirl around, and then his brow rose. She was dressed in the blouse and skirt set modeled after her costume that she had worn when they'd gone to see Brotherson at the Bermuda Triangle. And...she might have done something to her makeup, because her eyes were somehow more vibrant, and her hair was as luxurious as ever.

"This good?" she asked off-handedly, glancing down at the claws of her glove.

"Yes," he said, swallowing a lump in his throat and then clearing it. He hadn't expected her to wear...that, or anything so alluring and feminine. He tried to put back on his usual airs as he beckoned her forward with a small jerk of his head. "Perfect."

Shego seemed to hold her breath before moving, releasing it only when the clack of her heeled boots started eliminated the distance between them.

"Dunno why you need me for this," she said nonchalantly.

Drakken realized he was holding his breath too.

"I thought...you might enjoy more of a...leading role, now. Now that there's no reason to hide things anymore," he quickly justified his statement.

Shego looked up at him with a raised brow. "You mean...co-ruler?"

Drakken bit the inside of his cheek. He selfishly wanted to rule the world alone, but...this might be his only chance.

"I can think of none better," he said, holding his hand out to her not to shake, but palm up and open. He was glad for his gloves to hide his skin's clamminess.

Shego looked between his face and his hand. There was something unspoken in her eyes that made him nervous, and her too apparently as she glanced away to the brightness of the destruction still displayed on screen.

Her silence was causing his anxiety to rise and he rushed to fill it.

"We can...work out the details later."

Shego looked back at his hand, and then up into his eyes. He held her gaze, despite wanting to look away and make excuses for what he was saying. He was expecting the usual sarcastic quip or question of doubt, but instead she simply stared at him. She had never done that before, and he wanted to escape her verdant gaze as much as he longed to fall into it.

She slowly lifted her hand and set her gloved fingertips in his palm, her cheeks coloring as she did so. His lips parted in a silent gasp as her eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty at the same time she rose up on her toes.

Lightning flashed outside, and the next moment was a blur as her other hand was somehow resting on his shoulder and his other inexplicably on the bare flesh at her waist. He saw the flutter of her eyelashes just before her eyes closed, and then her lips pressed softly against his.

The moment was broken far too quickly as he became aware of more things: the orange reflective glow from the explosions on screen, the sudden silence in the room but for the storm outside as the henchmen all stared at them, and the way Shego's hand tightly gripped his.

When she pulled back from the too-brief glimpse into heaven, her eyes were worried and questioning. But not regretful. Drakken released his breath as he gripped her hand in return, a smile of unbridled joy blooming across his face that he couldn't have held back if he wanted to. Her expression changed to one of relief, hope, and excitement, and as he lifted his other hand from her waist to put behind her head and draw her back to the intimate moment, an answering smile filled her face.

The instant before their lips met they were startled from the moment by a resounding cheer, and they both turned to see the entire room of henchmen on their feet, applauding and shouting and a few even exchanging money over bets won and lost no doubt. Drakken ran his hand over his hair sheepishly, but the feel of Shego's hand looping through his arm drew his focus back to her and where she was smiling up at him, trying to maintain her usual air of confidence through the shy joy that had filled her eyes.

"Shego..." He wasn't sure what else he would have said, but the awed breathing of her name was all he could manage.

She cleared her throat, though it didn't do anything to mask the blush in her cheeks.

"Ruling the world?" she said softly.

Drakken blinked. "Right... Jameson!" he bellowed for the henchman, "Get ready for the broadcast!"

Drakken and Shego turned to face the computer screen that changed to show their image. He was startled by what he saw, as he had only ever seen it in his dreams before: Shego on his arm, her confidence, beauty, and intelligence...devoted to him.

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Shego looked at Drakken's eyes through the video monitor where his assurance suddenly seemed to have faltered. Her heart was still racing from the impulsive kiss, but she couldn't have agreed to rule the world with him without knowing. But suddenly, something seemed to have changed.

"Dr. D.?" she asked softly, her fingers tightening on his arm in what she hoped was reassurance.

He blinked a few times and then looked down, anxiety rapidly joining the happiness in his eyes. His jaw worked for a moment before one word finally slipped out.

"Me...?"

Shego grinned. "Yes. You."

He seemed to calm, but then his brow furrowed. She cut him off before he could continue.

"Why me?" Drakken's brow rose in response. And again, she cut him off. "Probably similar reasons?"

Drakken considered, and Shego decided in a split-second to let her own remaining uncertainty show.

"We can...talk about all of it later. As long as you're sure...?"

Drakken grabbed her hand on his arm and held it tight, nodding firmly.

"Yes. I'm sure."

The laser-focus in his eyes was all the assurance she needed, and as her expression melted back to happiness she watched his shift into the same.

"So..." she sighed as she felt her nerves finally begin to calm, "talk later... But right now, I believe we have a broadcast to make?"

Drakken straightened, and his broad grin of victory returned.

"Yes," he said firmly, "we do."

Shego mirrored his devilish look as they faced the screen again, taking just a moment to survey the image that met them once more. Side by side, and arm in arm... She honestly wondered what had taken them so long.

Drakken turned and nodded at the henchman waiting to begin the live broadcast to the world that they now owned. He turned back and gave Shego that same knowing grin that had spurred her to action. She returned it in kind.

"Let's do it!"

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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I am so living for your angst right now, if you're feeling up tonite, could you do something where the boys poly neglect their mate, she breaks away from them and finds someone new and despite the boys reealizing shes distanced, they try to claw their selves back in, it doesn't work? Or it can be a makeup type thing, I'll leave that up to you

Okay, so this is definitely gonna be angsty. Also, I’m using the “someone new” to basically include Michael in this. Sorry not sorry. I hope you enjoy!!

Exploring My Options (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader, Michael x Fem!Reader) fic

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 2540

They hadn’t meant to neglect you. They really hadn’t. You had been with them for so long, they’d just become too used to you. You were a constant background, and, usually, at least one of them would be paying attention to you. Not that night, however. But, then again, this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

You were used to them flirting with other women. Even sleeping with them. How could you not be? You all had to eat, and pretty, young girls were easy pickings for your boys. Just like drunk assholes were for you. You knew that they hadn’t meant to ignore you. If you brought it to their attention, there would be a flurry of looks and blame. David would probably look at one of the blondes, and there would be a quick exchange of,

“Wasn’t it your turn tonight?” Or Dwayne would apologize and stick by you until the two of you had to feed. Paul might even drag you away for some attention, some ‘loving’ of your own. Marko might tease you and tell you to cheer up. He’d say,

“Is someone jealous, babe?” With his usual smile etched across his face. It would be over as quick as it had happened, but you didn’t feel like bringing it up to them. Pointing it out. Why did you have to? You’d done it before, yet it always seemed to happen again. So, instead, you decided to see how long it would last. That had been two hours ago, and now you were starting to get pissed. You left their sides, secretly hoping that one of them would notice the fact that you had completely left. But none of them called after you. Not one of your mates seemed to care.

It made tears prick in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. Whatever. It was fine. It wasn’t like you had been with them for nearly half a century. If they wanted to focus more on their food, they could. The bastards.

Anger was brewing inside you with each step you took away from the four. The farther you wandered, the more it hurt. Whenever you felt a brush of fingertips or heard a voice similar to theirs, part of you sparked. But, when you looked over your shoulder and none of them were there, it was snuffed out just as quick. It had been three hours in total. You’d been away from them for hours, and none of them seemed to notice. Finally, your heart started to crack.

Could they really forget you this easily? Could they go on same as always without you there? As if you’d never been there at all? Did any of them even care about your bond?

You could feel tears brimming your eyes, and you had to quickly wipe away a stray tear. You didn’t want to cry in public, and if you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. So, you turned towards the nearest distraction. There was a live show playing right on the beach. Usually, Paul would take you. But that was only when some heavy metal band was playing. The guy on stage had a saxophone and was oiled up so much it was almost comical. But there was electricity in the air, and it was the opposite of what was settling inside your still, cold heart. So, you descended down into the sand and wormed your way into the crowd.

You were used to catching attention. It was just what happened. Usually, it’d be a drunk surf-nazi who was more content with just fucking your brains out instead of actually finding out your name. But a boy, one that you’d never seen before, was staring at you. You caught his eyes. They were blue, like two of your lovers. But not ocean or crystal like their’s were. They were dark, and almost grey. His hair was curly and brown, and his jaw was angular and square. You didn’t have a single boy like him. He smiled at you, but you didn’t smile back. Instead, you turned and walked out of the crowd.

You hadn’t meant for him to follow you, but there he was. You knew you were heading back towards the boys. You could feel their pull, your bond guiding you back to them. But, perhaps, you didn’t walk as quickly as you could’ve. You knew he was getting closer, and you only slowed just a little bit more. So, he was right behind you. A hand grabbed your wrist, but only to grab your attention. It dropped the minute you looked over your shoulder, and you saw the boy from earlier. You had been wishing for one of your boys to do the very same the entire night, and the action made you decide something. If your boys were so concerned with their meals, then you’d amuse yourself with other pleasures just the same.

“Hi. What’s your name?” He asked, and you gave him a small smile. You gave it to him, and he quickly supplied his own. “I’m Michael.” After only a short conversation, he was leading you to his bike. It wasn’t too far away from where your boys were, and you knew that they were probably close by. All on their own set of wheels. You chuckled to yourself when you saw it. It reminded you of your boys, and, for a moment, you thought that he wasn’t so different from them. “You wanna grab something to eat?” He asked, and you smiled. You tilted your head, and you debated eating him. He was pretty. Almost unfairly so. It’d be a pity to waste such a face.

You felt a mental tap, and you didn’t have to look to see where it’d came from. The boys had noticed your absence, and who you were with. You shut it out. Shut them out. If they wanted you, they should have done something about it already. Now, you had someone else to amuse yourself with.

“I already ate, but you said you’re new, right? Maybe I could show you around Santa Carla.” You offered, and he gave you a wide smile. It was petty, you knew. You were telling the others exactly what you planned on doing with this boy. He wasn’t a meal, at least not tonight. He got onto his bike, and said,

“That sounds great.” And then there was a roar of bike engines all around you. You rolled your eyes when you heard David’s voice behind you, and you gave him a flat look. He tilted his head and asked,

“Where you goin’, y/n?” He asked, and the same anger from before flared up. Oh, he had nerve. He’d ignored you, all of them had, for practically the entire night and, now, he was interrupting you? You frowned at him. David didn’t scare you, none of them did. You were their mate. The only one that had to worry was Michael.

“For a ride. David, this is Michael. I was gonna show him around.” You said, and your boys didn’t seem pleased. They had circled his bike, preventing him from driving off. Even so, he reached for your hand and quietly said,

“Let’s go.” And you gave the others a pointed look. David frowned, as did the rest. Well, except Paul. He had an easy smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp. Trained on the brunette, and sizing him up.

David called your name and raised his brows. You knew what he was doing, and you could hear his voice in your head. What do you think you’re doing? He asked. You gave him a small smile, and you tilted your head. Exploring my options. You replied, and you gave Dwayne a look. You silently told him to move his bike, and his face hardened. Dwayne stared at the other brunette, and then he looked at David. David was their leader, but you were their mate. The only girl in their pack. It gave you a certain unspoken power, to hold all of their hearts in your hand. None of them ever wanted to upset you, but that was exactly what they had done. Silently, Dwayne moved his bike to the side, giving Michael barely enough room to leave from where they had trapped him. There was a flurry of thoughts in response, but Dwayne stared at you. He knew that if they stood in your way, you’d only widen the gap that had developed between them. As angry as David had been in all of your heads, you knew that he knew the same.

It’s why Michael wasn’t dead the next night, or the night after that, or the night after that. They didn’t know what you were doing, but you were giving them a taste of their own medicine. If they didn’t want to pay attention to you, then you didn’t have to pay attention to them. It didn’t matter who you arrived with. You always left the boardwalk with Michael. He was sweet. He reminded you of when you and your boys had first started dating. He was completely enamored with you, and he followed you around like a stray dog. He begged for any scraps of attention, and his devotion would always make a smile creep across your face.

Your boys were becoming restless. David was tightening his grip even time you drifted further away. He was determined to keep you, but he let Michael have you in the meantime. He was going to wait until you got bored or hungry. A more arrogant part of him thought that it would be over soon, but that certainty became more and more fragile the longer he lasted. He was becoming angry, and he had once made a comment about ‘turning him if you like him so much’. But you knew David would like nothing less. Instead, he settled for icy glares and sharp words in passing.

Paul was impulsive. He tried to draw you back with affection. He kissed you longer and harder before you left the cave, and his attention barely left you. You were the one that always left them. He held your hand ever so tightly before he was forced to drop it, and he practically dragged you to your nest every time you came home reeking of the blue-eyed brunette. You never did anything with Michael, but it drove him just as insane as if you did. He’d scent mark you for hours, and he didn’t try to hide his displeasure when you didn’t return the gesture. He whispered,

“Why are you doing this? Don’t you want me anymore?” But you’d always assured him the same way he had assured you. You told him that he was your mate, that you’d never not want him. But you knew how empty those words felt on that side of them. How they barely helped.

Dwayne was a silent storm. He watched every move Michael made. He watched how you barely entertained them. He was silent, and he never made a comment to him. Instead, he’d kiss you before you left. Always on the forehead. It was a silent reminder, to both you and Michael. You were his. You were theirs. He’d tilt your chin up afterwards. He was waiting for the day that you would lean up, press a kiss to his lips and finally decide to end whatever game you were playing. Waiting for the same exact day that David was. He’d stare down at you, but he wouldn’t even speak to you over your mental link. When you slipped out of his grasp, he let you.

Marko could barely stand this. He wouldn’t get off his bike when Michael approached to draw you away. He’d grip the handlebars so hard you were sure one day he was going to break them. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were alight with anger. He glared at Michael, almost just as fiercely as David did. You’d heard his thoughts on multiple occasions. Just say the word. He’d thought once, and you’d given him a glare right back. He’d scowled the moment your eyes met, and he’d clicked his jaw before he’d driven off. He was the most hotheaded of the four, and he would do something you’d make him regret if he lost his temper.

They had no intention of letting you go, and they each tried to claw their way back in. They tried to win you back by letting you do what you wanted. When you failed to grow bored, they took Pauls route. They layered on the affection, even if their growing anger tainted it. Finally, after nearly four weeks, Marko snapped. He kicked over a lit barrel, spilling the flames onto the cave floor. You hadn’t even gone to the boardwalk yet.

“That’s it! I’m killing him.” He said, and he headed straight for the entrance of the cave. As if he was going to do it as soon as possible. You snatched his wrist and he ripped it right out of your grasp. It had been the tipping point for the both of you. Words had been screamed between you, and the others didn’t know whether to join or stay out of it. They decided that was their own choice to make. Dwayne ended up being the only one sticking to the sidelines as the four of you screamed at eachother. It had taken hours for the fighting words to finally be put aside and for them to get out why you were doing this.

You’d felt ignored. Not just that night but several nights for years. It had been growing. A doubt that had wormed it’s way into your heart and head. That night had just been particularly bad. That night had just been your tipping point. You hadn’t even slept with Michael, barely grazed the tip of the iceberg of what they’d done with other women. You wanted someone that would pay attention to you. Someone that followed you around like you were everything they ever wanted. You admitted it as sobs escaped your throat, and you pushed them away when they tried to hold you close. They ignored your attempts, and you were pulled into a hug by all four of them. You tried to struggle, tried to stay mad. But it was useless. Their scent always calmed you, and you’d barely gotten to hold or be held by them in the past few weeks. You relaxed and sobbed, and David held you to his chest. They each whispered soft words to you, and your chin had been lifted to press even softer kisses to your lips. Words of assurance and affection had been passed between all five of you. How you would never truly leave them, and how they only ever wanted to come back to you.

They didn’t bother taking you to the boardwalk that night, and the next time they did you’d convinced them not to slaughter Michael.

“You know, he really isn’t that bad. You might even like him.” You told them, and they all scoffed and rolled their eyes. Yeah, sure, they would.

#the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #david the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys paul #the lost boys michael #michael the lost boys #michael emerson

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speedywitchanchor · 3 years

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Neil Armstrong Died After Heart Surgery. That May Have Been Avoidable.

Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, died in 2012 at age 82 after what should have been routine heart surgery. When nurses removed wires linked to a temporary pacemaker, he bled profusely into the membrane surrounding the heart. He died a week later.

The medical details, disclosed this week by The Times, have prompted questions from both doctors and readers. Did Mr. Armstrong need open-heart surgery in the first place? What went wrong, and why?

Here are some answers from leading heart surgeons.

Mr. Armstrong went to the hospital complaining of severe chest pain. Don’t people with chest pain from blocked arteries get stents to open them up?

It depends on what sort of blockage a person has, said Dr. Michael Mack, a heart surgeon at Baylor Scott & White The Heart Hospital — Plano.

Three major arteries feed blood into the heart. In Mr. Armstrong, the most important, the left anterior descending artery, was not blocked, according to records received by The Times. The other two, the circumflex and the right coronary artery, were blocked completely.

“You can’t put a stent in an artery that is completely occluded,” Dr. Mack said — at least, it could not have been done a few years ago. With advanced techniques, it can be done now by some expert surgeons.

Were there other options?

The blockages Mr. Armstrong had were probably not going to kill him, Dr. Mack said, but they do result in chest pain, also called angina. So treatment was not life-or-death; it was a quality-of-life issue. That raises questions about whether Mr. Armstrong should have been rushed into surgery.

There is an alternative to bypass surgery: medical therapy, which means trying to treat the condition with drugs. The medications that alleviate angina include nitrates that widen coronary arteries, beta blockers that slow the heart and calcium channel agonists, which also open arteries.

“If it was me, I would try medical therapy first, but it depends on how severe the pain is,” Dr. Mack said.

What is a temporary pacemaker, and why did Mr. Armstrong get one?

In open-heart surgery — whether to bypass a blocked artery or to insert a heart valve — surgeons usually stop the patient’s heart so they can work on it. A heart-lung machine temporarily substitutes for the heart’s functions.

To stop the heart, surgeons infuse an icy solution into it. But the cold can dampen the heart’s electrical circuitry, said Dr. Jonathan Haft, a heart surgeon at the University of Michigan. So when doctors try to wean patients off the heart-lung machine, the electrical circuits can be slow to recover and the heart may beat feebly, or not at all.

So when surgeons finish the operation, they almost always sew fine wires, not much thicker than a human hair, onto the surface of the heart. They thread the bright blue or orange wires through the chest wall and skin.

The wires are hooked to a box the size of a clunky, old-fashioned cellphone, which generates electrical impulses that control the heart’s rhythm.

Once the heart’s electrical system has recovered, a member of the medical staff gently tugs the wires. They are so fine that they almost always come right out; if they don’t, they are simply clipped at the skin’s surface and left in place.

No harm is done most of the time, as the heart’s own circuitry takes over. (Permanent pacemakers, which are not meant to come out, are placed inside the heart, Dr. Haft noted.)

What went wrong in Mr. Armstrong’s case?

Very occasionally, when a nurse or other staff member tugs on one of the pacemaker wires, it tears the heart surface and causes bleeding. That usually occurs because the wire was stitched on too tightly, or someone pulled too hard, Dr. Mack said.

At first there may be no sign of a problem, Dr. Haft said. But as bleeding continues, blood pressure drops and the heart rate rises. The condition, called tamponade, occurs because blood is pooling around the heart and starting to clot. This inhibits the heart’s ability to relax and fill with blood.

#bypass surgery #Alternative To Bypass Surgery #heart surgery #doctor

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? Oh man, I’m probably subscribed to over a hundred, if not 200. I’ve subscribed to channels relevant to interests I’ve had over the years, and since it’s not my habit to do spring cleaning on my feeds, the subscriptions have just keep piling up even if I no longer keep up with literally like 98% of them.

Do you like to go to the farmer's market? I don’t think I’ve ever been in one yet. They aren’t very common here and the ones we do have are pricey and mostly inaccessible to the everyday consumer, I’m sure.

What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? I wouldn’t want any other color than white.

What's your favorite melon? I don’t like fruits.

What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Arlee. Technically my family mostly considered her as just Nina’s pet, but the sting was felt all the same when we learned she died.

When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Yesterday, because it was Friday. Pretty self-explanatory, I wanted to get to the weekend so I can finally let go of work for a couple of days.

Name one person you've never had a fight with: Andi. I think we’re both afraid of pissing the other off, which works out for us lol.

What are you currently listening to? I can just hear the really loud whirring of my electric fan because it’s a grossly humid day today.

What would you rather have: cat or dog? Dogs.

Who is your least favorite person in real life? I have a lot of uncles I just don’t like.

Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? Technically, yeah. I will sometimes tune in to livestreams of lofi music on YouTube, but I do it to listen, not to watch.

Does your house have security cameras? No.

If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I think I might dye it for a certain period of time, but I also think I would eventually reach the point where I’ll just accept it and slowly let go of the dye.

What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I haven’t run into much bad service, but I’ll never forget how long my order and bill took for Mad Mark’s. I never really vowed per se to never go back there again and I definitely didn’t confront the staff, but I haven’t eaten there since that incident.

What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Not a big soundtrack listener.

Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? Nah, they’re kept from us until now. The biggest one I’ve heard about was having a kleptomaniac in the family but we were never told who it is.

Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yeah, my dislike for fruits.

What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Clothes, I guess, like bucket hats. I don’t shop a lot and clothes aren’t a priority in my budget, so when I do pick out clothes, it has to be exactly what I want so that I don’t feel it was a waste of money.

What’s the strangest decorative object you own? We have several quirky, disconnected decor in the living room from gifts we’ve acquired over the years. One object I can tell you about is the polar bear glass figurine we have on the coffee table.

What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? Dating around.

What’s been your proudest moment? Managing to stay alive this year and turn my life around for the better when I thought there was no hope.

What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Eyes Wide Shut, probably.

Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? I don’t think so. Like any animal...? I would find that quite odd, honestly. And I wouldn’t want to be friends with them if we weren’t already close .

Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No, nothing set in stone. I do want to fly out to South Korea soon, though.

Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? I know a few people who are afraid of dogs.

Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Yeah, Apple.

Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Hayley Williams and Jin, especially when he’s belting; and I don’t listen to her much, but I find that Billie Eilish has a unique voice that sounds really nice.

And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Selena Gomez for some of her songs, Meghan Trainor for most of her songs.

Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? No.

Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? Sure.

Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? My aunt sent over this gigantic-ass slab of salmon that I can’t wait to eat as sashimi. I already had a few pieces last night and it was hea ven ly.

Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? Hmm, I don’t think so. I know my coworker Dev got into a relationship a few weeks ago but it fizzled out as soon as it started because the guy was shitty.

If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? Only on the emotional side; I rarely get physical symptoms. I usually feel down or emotionally heavy a few days before my period.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? No, I don’t have any tattoos. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Hmm, like last night. I wanted to stay up to maximize the weekend, buuuut I decided against it and slept instead since I had been up since 2 in the morning.

When was the last time you did something on a whim? Two weeks ago when I impulsively dropped a thousand bucks to have cheese tarts delivered to Angela and Reena, hahaha.

Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? My mom, grandma, and one of my aunts were the main people who raised me. Dad works overseas, so he was never at home much.

Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No, I wouldn’t do that.

Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Mik tried to pair me with one of his friends just days before I finally implied on social media that I was no longer in a relationship. It was a cool ego boost but I declined, since my emotions were still super turbulent then. Andi tried to initiate sex with me once too, but I also declined.

What is your card game of choice? I hate card games; I can never seem to understand them lmao, though that’s really more of a me problem than anything else.

What is your favourite books series? Growing up, I really loved the Septimus Heap series. But the thing about it was that I got into it while the series was still ongoing; and with how bad my attention span is, I always forgot the events/plot whenever the newest book came out.

So whenever that happened I had to read the entire series from Book 1; eventually the number of books I had to reread/revisit became too many (it was a seven-part series) and I simply just lost the time to read and I never got to know about the conclusion.

Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Street names – more precise. Landmarks to me can be pretty subjective – a green building might look blue to me, and I could just end up being lost.

Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Sure.

What was your favourite gym class moment? If I genuinely like or already play the sport that was being taught. That’s why PE table tennis was a lot of fun for me.

Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? I’ve never been on one but I imagine they are fun, yeah.

Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? That’s not a tradition here.

Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? No. I was too young for Scooby-Doo in a sense that I do remember watching the movies as a 3/4 year old as they were kept on in the background at home, but I didn’t get any of the plots/didn’t really appreciate the films.

Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? Sometimes, yeah. If the fall looked nasty I would obviously be concerned.

Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? Honestly, only one of my grandparents would be the type to do this but he’s been dead for six years now. It’s a big shame he passed before I could bond with him the way I had always wanted to. My three other grandparents are either too closed off or too quiet to share stories from their youth.

Do you have a crush on someone? Nah, nothing more than a celebrity crush.

If so... what does his/her name begin with?

What attracts you to them?

Do they know that you like them?

If they don't know, why didn't you tell them?

Name two people that you miss: Angela and Laurice.

Have you ever seen Titanic? More times than I can count. I’m sure I memorize like 80% of the script, too.

Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. I’m not so sure if I’ve seen dolphins, either. Maybe I have? Or maybe I’m confusing it with whales...idrk.

When was the last time you had a stomachache? Wednesday.

What's going to bed early for you? 11 PM or midnight.

Do you want to have a big family in the future? I used to, but I don’t think that’s the future I want anymore. One or two kids should be okay.

What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Technically speaking, an orgasm, I guess?? Lmao idk

Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? I don’t think I have one.

Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yeah, I’m fully dosed. Sinovac.

If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I was suuuuuuper tired right after my first dose and I wanted to be knocked the fuck out, but I went right back to work after the shot because I am allergic to filing leaves hahaha. Second dose went smoothly.

What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? A bucket hat or maybe one of the Fila x BTS shirts because the collection is actually quite cute!

What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? I join Facebook groups to be entertained, not because I actively look for advice.

Do you like your butt? Why or why not? Yeah. It...has a good form hahahahahaha.

Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? Yes, a few years ago I went to a food park with my ex-girlfriend. I was already not feeling my best that day to begin with, so having to see an old woman stare daggers at us for what felt like years really stung. I felt small under her look and almost cried, but in the end I felt angry that I momentarily felt shame about my relationship. I decided to just piss the woman off on purpose and do PDA right in front of her.

Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I have two dogs at present and I know they make me extremely happy.

Who was the last person you went on a date with? Gabie.

Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. The first and only time I was hospitalized (other than being birthed), I was about 12, I think.

What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? I don’t do that. I rarely style my hair.

At what age did you start swearing? I was 11.

What is something you physically can’t do? Ride a bike.

What do like better, apples or oranges? I don’t like any fruits; but in terms of flavored stuff, I like orange-flavored food, especially chewy candy, slightly more.

Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Well, no.

What are your top two favorite bands? Paramore and Against Me!

How many people do you 100% trust? There are a handful. I generally trust easily just because I like to believe all people are kind and loyal – but I can also take it away in the snap of a finger.

Do you care what others think about you? Not so much.

Has anyone ever called you a bitch? Sure.

Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Yeah but just super super faint memories. It wasn’t one of my main shows.

Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don’t.

Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? I doubt it. I could try, but I think I’d get cranky and start looking for meat way earlier than I would like to admit.

Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yup, if you mean a stroller. I think I’ve answered this on a previous survey.

Did you make any money today? No, because it’s a weekend. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? Nothing dramatically high. I’ve had acrophobia-themed nightmares in the past, so even though I don’t actually have a fear of heights, the idea of jumping from a high place still makes me antsy.

Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Not that I can recall.

What was the last souvenir someone got you? I dunno if it counts but Andi bought merch from the AEW shop but made sure to also get a CM Punk sticker set for me :(

Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Remixes have never been my thing. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Piano.

Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Yeah they can definitely affect the level of appreciation I hold towards a film. For instance, if I genuinely enjoyed a movie only to find out it has average to bad reviews, it invites me to think more critically about the movie.

Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? No.

If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Give half to my parents and let them do whatever they wish it. With the remaining P12,500,000, I’d probably get myself my own condo and have it fully furnished, then get braces, then get a new phone and laptop. I’ll have a bunch of money still left, I’m pretty sure – the rest of it I’ll save.

Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? No. I mean, I have honestly no clue what’s going on in her life now, but I know she doesn’t want kids so this is very unlikely.

"First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? It’s true in a sense that she left me a lot of trauma and self-esteem issues that will irrevocably always be a part of me now even though I’ve worked hard to resolved most of them by myself.

Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? Yes, because he has always been my favorite singer’s role model.

What are some things that would make you break up with someone? I don’t know how to answer this question, honestly. All the red flags were thrown and tossed and slapped into my face and down my throat for six years yet I never left. I don’t actually know what my limits are, and I believe it’s because my coping mechanism has to just accept things and suck them up no matter how bad they get. That’s what I’m trying to change for myself now.

What was the worst breakup you've ever had? I’ve had two breakups with the same person, and the second one was worse.

#survey #surveys

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sulfurousdreamscapes · 4 years

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The humans don't see us, so they don't think we exist. If they did, maybe they'd stop killing each other. Maybe they'd kill each other more. Hard to tell, because that's how it always is with humans.

When a human dies, they probably go to heaven, or to hell, or to another world. Before they do that, though, they're still humans. Dead humans, with consciousnesses trapped in electrical impulses still think they're alive.

I feed on those consciousnesses. I stick my hand past the corporeal flesh, into the nerves, and I wrap the flying charges against my finger. I pull them out—rip them out if I have to—and I lay them on whatever flat surface is nearest to me.

I place a broad, calloused, numbed forearm onto the fibre that was once a human's consciousness. Then, I pick the thoughts and memories sticking to the charges. They pile up into a small mound (although for some, smaller humans, there is not much of that).

Once the consciousness is tripped clean of anything that resembles a thought or memory, I roll up what remains, and place it back into the human's body. Then, the human is dead, as in body, so in spirit.

Brine is like me. I met her so long ago, before we thought humans would ever end up doing the things they do now.

She was starving. I had to force so many memories down her throat. Her body was like a bundle of antlers, and I nursed her until she could walk again.

"I don't want to look at any more dead people," she said. "They are grotesque. Disgusting. The things those people can do to each other... each time, I think they have reached the ends of their imaginations, and they still go further."

I held her cheek and rubbed a finger under her eye. "You have to eat."

"Or what? Will I die?" She pushed my hand away.

"I don't want to find out," I said.

Brine stopped searching battlefields and waiting by the gallows, even if I pleaded with her to come. "You're the only other I've found in this entire existence like me," I said to her. She left.

Meanwhile, the humans killed each other. Some of them killed themselves. I held my nose and I wiped the blood off on flesh. I kept listening to the humans as they talked, as their grand, death-fearing imaginations came up with gods and heavens and hells.

I started believing them, too. Maybe I really was some kind of horrific thing, far beyond even a demon. These poor humans were to go to heaven or hell, depending on what they'd done in life, and I was making sure they met their gods as clean slates, without a memory, without a sin, without a good dead. Just like babies, confused and innocent and curious.

Brine returned to me, a few thousand years later, when the humans were now building the Pyramids, hoping to reach gods themselves.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," I said. "I guess you have a stomach for the dead after all."

She shook her head. "They don't always die violently," she said. "They also die in peace. It's harder to find those, but I've been doing just that. There's no blood, then. No bloating, no dismemberment, no gore. They lie so peacefully, like they're asleep. Sometimes, even the other humans don't notice that they're dead."

Deaths like that were so uncommon in those days, I'd never considered looking for them.

"You'll take care of yourself, yeah?" I asked. "Just eat. I don't care what kind of dead you eat, but eat."

"You know what I think?" She crossed her legs and held her knee. "I think that one day, the humans will become immortal. Maybe it will be a god, maybe it will be their own ingenuity. But one day, they'll stop dying."

She looked at me, then. "They'll stop killing each other, too."

"You think we can die," I said.

"Maybe," she said. "I wonder who will eat us."

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jj-ktae · 5 years

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The Brunch (M)

Pairing : Jinyoung x Fem!Reader Genre : Smut (It’s food play so expect oral and other stuff I’m not responsible for anything) Beta : @listlessmaenads I don’t know why she puts up with me. Words : 2838 Summary : You are starving but your boyfriend is horny so you both find a way to satisfy your needs.

Food Play: Sexual intercourse involving the use of food.

AN : Written for The Kink Chronicles and I have no words. I hate myself.

The Brunch

Waking up late feels good. It means there is nothing to do that would require getting up at ungodly hours, it helps you rest more than usual and most importantly, it involves more time with your boyfriend.

And this morning he happens to have nothing planned either.

So you let him sleep, not in the mood to wake him up when he has been working non-stop for the past few weeks. He is snoring softly, an arm thrown over his eyes.

You find the kitchen with heavy steps after you finally wash your face. Food sounds like a great idea as you fell asleep the night before without even having anything to eat. Your stomach almost hurts, the sounds loud enough to be heard from miles away.

Your cravings make you reach for sugary stuff. Jam, chocolate, fresh fruits, toasts, you take it all out, not sure about what will end up in your stomach first.

You open the bottle of orange juice, softly sucking on your chocolate covered spoon and dancing to silent music.

You turn around, putting two pieces of bread into the toaster and grabbing two strawberries to pop them into your mouth.

Your huge tee-shirt floats and moves along, making you look nothing more but crazy woman in the middle of your apartment.

It’s all fresh and it feels so good.

“Are you having a little party…?” You jump when you feel arms around your waist, letting a strawberry fall to the ground.

“You freaked me out, Jinyoung!” Your moody side takes the lead as you turn around and find yourself in your boyfriend’s arms. Why is he only in his boxers? “Are you okay?”

The boy smiles, not bothered by your outburst and notice only now that his face is flushed. He timidly pulls you against him, silent and visibly disturbed.

He doesn’t answer and he doesn’t need to, for his erection is already poking at your stomach. You look down, bewildered and finally understanding the reason behind such calmness.

Jinyoung never acts like a foolish horny teen.

He chuckles, his eyes turning into slits and wrinkles appear. “I just had the weirdest dream.”

You make a face “Weird as in creepy weird or weird as in I ended up with a boner and I don’t know what to do with it?”

Jinyoung sighs, annoyed by the fact that you’d rather tease him than help him.

“If you’d stay in bed I wouldn’t have to come all the way here.” He explains, eyes looking at the kitchen.

“Hungry?” he asks, hands going to your face to analyse your slightly bloated yet adorable face.

“Starving,” You sigh, turning around automatically to get another piece of fresh fruit. You lean against the kitchen stool and accidentally brush against Jinyoung’s hard-on with your butt.

The latter grunts. “This feast can wait, right?” he tries, parting just enough to take a deep breath. “Come back to bed, babe…” Jinyoung almost whines, his usually deep voice now needy and slightly higher.

“It’ll take -I don’t know, Ten minutes! I’m really starving, I’ll come back really quick.” You pop another fruit into your mouth and he looks so damn offended it’s almost funny.

You look at him from head to toe, stopping your munching mid-way to raise a brow at his pouty face. It’s true that he is attractive. His body is well-built; his skin looks smooth and his features are sharp. He is handsome, but he will have to wait until you don’t feel hungry anymore.

“Just go, I’ll be back before you know.”

You turn around, convinced he’d probably drop the subject and head for the bed, sulking like a toddler.

But he didn’t. He didn’t and this you notice when he grabs your hips to lift you on top of the counter. You stumble, hands falling flat on the fruit and crushing two strawberries. The toast ends up on the flood, the jar of honey almost spills and all you do is yelp.

“Wh-what are you-“ You have enough time to push the food away before your ass lands harshly on the hard surface. You look up as soon as you find your balance back, ready to shove him away for almost destroying-

But Jinyoung kisses you. He kisses you at full force, hands grabbing your face to bring you closer. His tongue goes out, opening your mouth while he moans in delight.

When he parts from you, you understand that he must be very horny, Jinyoung barely acts on impulse. Today, all logic vanished as his hand finds yours, grabbing your fingers to inspect them.

“So messy…” He muses, eyes scanning the pieces of crushed fruit covering your skin. He shrugs, face dead serious before silently bringing your hand to his mouth.

You mouth falls open when his tongue peeks between his lips to lick your finger.

“I wanted to go back to bed but then I realised I was also…craving something to eat.”

Jinyoung opens his mouth and before you can even realize his innuendo, your finger disappears into his mouth. You feel his tongue twirl around your digit, the sucking sensation and warmth paralysing.

He lets go of your finger when he is sure it’s clean, the popping sound echoing way too loudly into the now electric air.

“Wanna taste?” His voice is tempting but his face is dead serious. You hate it, when he uses his poker face to act falsely unbothered. He can’t fool you though, his erection is still too obvious to be forgotten.

You grab one of the two apricots left on the counter before turning around. “I’d rather try one of these, I heard they’re very juicy.”

Jinyoung tilts his head, letting go of your hand and signalling you to proceed with your plan. You quickly rip the tender fruit, juice leaking and falling on your uncovered thigh. Jinyoung is in awe, finding the moment too arousing not to move. He can only blink slowly, pupils dilated as you pop a piece into your mouth.

“You’re not even going to share then…” He sulks, hand reaching for your lip to collect the remaining juice. He brings his own finger to his mouth, humming sweetly when the sugary taste hits his taste buds.

“There you go.” You approach the fruit and stop in front of his mouth. Jinyoung opens his mouth, eyes fixated on yours as he lets you place the fruit between his lips. He closes his mouth before you’re done and only a little piece is left out of his mouth.

So you decide not to let it go to waste and lean to have a taste.

It’s very thrilling for Jinyoung. The probability of ending up in the kitchen, eating seductively with a painful erection never crossed his mind but as your mouth closes around the piece of fruit and brush against his lips, he wonders how he never thought about this sooner.

You munch on the food sweetly, marvelling in the sight of the juice sweetly dripping from Jinyoung chin. You smile sweetly, stealing a kiss before licking the soft trail left by the engorged fruit.

Your tongue goes back up, out and wetting your boyfriend’s skin. He lets you move, pleased by the attention and while he parts his lips to suck on your soft and sweet muscle, he decides to stop containing himself.

So you’re not surprised when you find yourself lying over the counter. Jinyoung is busy lifting your shirt all the way to your head to get rid of it, impatience written all over is now tensed muscles and hot puffs of air.

“Weren’t you starving…?” He asks, busy nipping at your neck. Your legs find their way around his hips, pressing his pelvis against yours and making him grunt.

“I am, but you won’t let me eat…”

Jinyoung raises from his hidden spot, falsely outraged. He snorts, his face still serious like he isn’t loving the situation. “That’s not true…I might even feed you.”

It tickles your interest, your stomach flipping with excitement in front of an unwavering – and still half-naked – Jinyoung.

“How are you going to do that?”

The boy stays silent, eyes following the numerous jars and assorted foods on the counter. He leans, grabs the honey jar and hands it to you.

“It’s all up to you.”

To this you chuckle, not able to hide the coiling feeling slowly burning your guts in anticipation. If you know enough about Jinyoung, he is probably implying something that you both never even considered doing.

He must be beyond horny.

When you think about it, Jinyoung isn’t into many kinks. He has his preferences but most of them aren’t over the top. It’s not like he isn’t adventurous, he knows how to have fun and isn’t boring, but his impatience and ability to lose control easily always made it hard for the both of you to tease each other and try new things.

It’s normal for you to gulp when you watch your boyfriend pop a raspberry into his mouth before leaving some room for you to jump off the counter.

He grunts when your breasts bounce when you land but decides to focus before he loses all sanity. You signal him to sit on one of the kitchen chairs and he gladly complies, legs reaching for the furniture to bring it close to the counter.

You don’t know what to say. Maybe you should announce what you’re about to do but at the same time, it’s so exciting, you can’t help but feel your pussy contract in need. Images flash into your brain, blocking you from moving and it takes a soft tap on your butt from Jinyoung for you to approach him. He is still eating raspberries, legs spread and leaning lazily on the chair.

He lets you do your thing. He watches you grab a strawberry and grab his face to place it between his lips, he doesn’t even touch you when you lean and suck on the fruit. It drips again all over his face, making him moan gracefully when you suck him dry of any remains, the red droplets disappearing between your lips.

It wakes you up, arousal hitting and turning you into a madwoman, needy and dressed in nothing but panties. You lean then, head aiming for every piece of skin it can reach. You claim Jinyoung with your tongue, teeth and lips, graced with deep grunts and soft whining.

You look up to grab the wooden spoon before dipping it into the honey jar. Jinyoung waits, expectant and curious as you collect a spoonful of the sticky mixture and let it fall gracefully on his chest.

He hisses at the contact, not expecting it to feel this cold against his moist and burning skin.

You dive, throwing the spoon aside and sticking out your tongue to taste the sweet liquid. Jinyoung’s head falls back on the chair, hand finding your hair as you softly lick and suck on his abs, navel, chest, before stopping over his nipple, shiny and completely covered in honey.

He shakes on the chair when you suck, his reaction tearing a needy moan from his mouth. He hears you mumble words

So sweet, so damn sweet, baby…

He is on the edge, boxers tight, nipples now hard and body shaking from the stimulation.

You rise only when you’re satisfied with how clean Jinyoung’s body is and you find his face flushed, sweaty, eyes half-open and lips bitten.

He breathes out, looking so in pain it almost breaks your heart.

You decide to stop teasing and grab the orange jam from where it’s resting.

“Remove your underwear, it’s time for the main course.”

Jinyoung would have made fun of you under any other circumstances. Your porn-like dialogue is something he loves to laugh at, but as you open the jar and lick your lips, he can do nothing but let his boxers fall on the ground.

His erection springs free, giving him some much needed oxygen as the tension loosens.

You kneel in front of him, as serious as you can possibly be before grabbing his penis to give it two tentative strokes. He grips the chair in obvious distress, shivering when he sees you approach the jam and slightly tilt the half empty jar.

The experience is not unpleasant, Jinyoung thinks. It feels quite cold but maybe it’s the fact that he knows what is going to happen, or his obvious horniness that make him enjoy the liquid falling on his hard dick.

You pour enough to cover his hard-on and put the jar down when you’re done. Jinyoung watches your every move, focused on what your next move will be but he lets out the loudest moan when your lips touch the engorged, red, and now orange flavoured tip of his dick.

He feels you suckle softly, tongue trying to gather the sugary jam and it’s even better than a regular blowjob. He feels it drip over his balls and he knows he will regret this later – jam is so damn sticky – but he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care because you’re opening your mouth wider to take more of him, jam pooling around your lips as you do your best to gather as much as you can.

It tastes sweet, you think. The soft skin of Jinyoung’s penis feels even softer with a nice thick coat of jam and orange flavour. You get lost in the moment, releasing his hard member to let your tongue run flat over it. You nuzzle further, tongue reaching for his balls and giving it a couple of agonising licks. You wonder how he is going to clean his pubic hair off the jam but you decide not to think about the probable moment of madness you will have to deal with once this is over.

Jinyoung spreads his legs further to grant you more access, dirty words reaching your ears with every lick. His body contracts when you hum around his cock, finishing your cleaning word with deep throating and almost choking in the process. The sugar makes you produce more saliva than usual, the strings falling into the hair around his penis and sliding over his balls, mixing with what’s left of the jam.

It’s a huge mess, but it’s freaking hot.

“Babe, stop….st-..come here..” Jinyoung almost begs, shameless and burning from the way you ate his dick. “Sit on my lap.” He orders, eager to fill you up.

You comply, quick enough to pop two more strawberries into your mouth. Jinyoung almost tears your underwear and grabs your leg, letting it rest on the chair.

You fall over him as soon as you let you weight down. He aligned his dick beautifully and your arousal, coupled with his coated dick created a direct path into your pussy.

He slides in with no difficulties, hips lifting to go deeper and it feels so damn good. You carry your weight by resting your hands on his shoulders and move your hips along.

“Kiss me.”

Jinyoung voice tears you out of the momentum, forcing you to look down at his needy face and leaning to grab his lips in another messy kiss. He grabs the opportunity to whisper, words spitting and as dirty as ever.

But you’re too taken by pleasure, so you can only hum in agreement.

“Did you like eating me out? Hmm? How did it taste, how did it fucking taste when you sucked on my cock, hmm?”

“Delicious, so damn delicious…” You sigh, releasing his lips long enough to answer.

Jinyoung barely finds it in enough to hold it longer so he thanks all the gods when he feels you contract around him.

“Let it out babe, cum on my fucking dirty dick- oh shit...” Jinyoung grunts loudly when your orgasm hits. The position makes you slide all the way down, making him disappear between your glowing pussy lips. He loses all sanity when he sees you yelp in pleasure. Your hips go faster as you run after one of the strongest orgasms you ever felt, mouth hanging open.

You repeat your boyfriend’s name until it gets too tiring to breathe, until your body hurts and your pussy burns. Jinyoung grabs your face and accelerates, muffling his needy moans by sucking on your lip and climaxing beautifully. Your elbows end up resting over his shoulders and your hands nestle into his now messy locks as you both end up out of breath and slightly dizzy from the strong sensation.

Silence comes back but Jinyoung breaks it with a slap on your butt. He is still deep inside of you when you sit up and raise a brow at him.

“Is this how you thank me for helping you out?”

Jinyoung scoffs, thrusting his hips up once more and earning a tiny moan from you. “It’s going to be such a pain in the ass to clean…”

You get up, wiggling your butt at him.

“At least I’m full ~”

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forestdivinity · 4 years

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there’s nothing for me but the dying

You make mountains from molehills, Reginald had always been fond of telling him, you let your fear control you, instead of controlling it. You crave attention; you leave yourself deranged for want of it- The thing was, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Something inside of him was an ache, a great yawning mouth that throbbed like it was teething at all times. It was hungry and all it wanted was to feed, to consume, to fill that emptiness with the tender meat of the world around him. Maybe it was the death of small things inside of him, he was rotting in all the places people couldn’t see. All his life, Klaus had flirted with dangerous situations in an attempt to fill that void. Around him was reality, always twisting. It was a volatile thing, split across two realms. Or he was the distortion, body snapped around an emptiness, trying to exist in life and death at once. Humans weren’t meant for such things, and it terrified him. He had to choose one or the other.

And so the danger-

It was fights with his father that would end with a crack around the ear that always left his head spinning. There wasn’t pain, or there was pain, but it simply melded with the ache of his being, that rot beneath his skin. More impactful than the pain was the touch, the blood beneath Reginald’s fingers, the heat of his hand. Life. And then it was the mausoleum, the cold that seeped into his bones, the hollowness of his body mirroring the emptiness of the room; at least until it was full of spectres, visages of the undead, drawn like moths to a flame. Or one of those sparkling, electric lights, the same blue as the glow of his powers, the cracked lava lamp of his body. Some metaphor, some dream. They flocked to him, all ice and incorporeality. That was Death.

Somewhere between the two, Klaus began to know other dangers. The heat of MDMA and the cold of a comedown (life, death, repeat, start again. It was all cyclical; he was the cycle, something never ending) the touch of a body, the concrete of an alley. He flirted with men and women alike, anyone who caught his eye. Anyone who offered a bump or a hit.

Danger successfully courted and all that.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Ben moaned at him. It was a familiar complaint, barely a question at the point they were at now.

“Don’t kid yourself into thinking I have an answer.” Klaus told him, waving his GOODBYE hand in his brother’s direction. Something in his soul ached. Maybe not his soul - did he even have one of those? Was he alive enough? Was he human enough? Maybe it was just his body that ached, that old familiar thing. Rot split open his veins, it flooded through him with every beat of his heart.

What was even the point of that thing? It worked overtime and Klaus didn’t even want it.

“You must have a reason-”

“Oh, you know darling Benny. Benerino. Ghost of my life-” people were looking at him funny now, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, “I’m here for a good time, not a long time and all that.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Klaus.”

“Drop dead, Benzo. Oh, wait-” He was tetchy, somewhere between the high and the comedown. Ben had been tetchy since he’d died and realised he was stuck with the one brother he’d never been closest to.

Screw him. Screw all the ghosts. Klaus had better things to focus on, even if Ben was the only thing haunting him now, it didn’t mean he wanted to stay sober. Addictive personality, he’d been told once, no drive to help himself. Then again, that doctor had also thought him schizophrenic.

Klaus couldn’t really prove him wrong. Maybe his father had listened to the ramblings of a psychotic child and decided he must be seeing ghosts. Who knew what he should believe anymore, all Klaus wanted was the high. It was the floating that he craved, that heat that flooded his body, the freedom from the expectations of his own mind. Maybe he’d been fucked up since birth, always pushing for more, always looking for danger.

Trauma response, CPTSD, suicidal ideation, another rehab center had written on a chart after three mandatory weeks of group therapy. His fingers had itched then, even though it had been a relatively nice place. Clean, smelling faintly of antiseptic - one Allison had clearly paid for.

He’d only seen two ghosts in his time there, neither one of them screamers. They terrified him nonetheless. Klaus was always terrified: of himself, of the world, of the living and the dead. When sober he remembered his father’s hand, the sound of it cracking against his head. Ouch, what a bastard he’d been. Thinking about Reginald always made his cravings worse. It was hard not to think about Reginald when he was sober. The man lingered in his mind like a bad smell. Klaus wanted to claw at the soft underside of his belly, imagined opening up the fragile skin there and letting all his rotten organs spill out onto the dirt. The thought gave him nightmares for weeks. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill again, a voice echoed in his mind., somehow he couldn’t tell if it was his father’s or his own. “I really think you can do it this time.” Ben told him on the day before they were let out of rehab. His support was nice, if obviously fake, they’d been through this dance enough times. They both knew Klaus wasn’t the type to get better.

Addictive personality. Attention seeker.

“Nah.” He said. Ben sighed, a low, haunted sound. Like a ghost!

“You’re gonna kill yourself one of these days!” Diego seethes from across the hospital room, it’s a wonder the nice nurse from before hadn’t kicked him out yet. She’d been blonde, like their mother, and brought him jello with a wink like she wasn’t meant to be spoiling him.

Klaus had liked her.

“Pish.” He waved his hands at his brother - brothers, Ben was standing there too with a frown. “Lighten up, it was only one measly overdose.”

“Fuck you, Klaus! Your h-heart stopped, it took two minutes to revive you-”

“Impressive timing. Down to the wire there. Gotta admire our healthcare system- oh wait.” Klaus rolled his eyes. Diego’s teeth were grit, above his scar Klaus could see the little vein on his forehead threatening to pop like bubblegum. Inside of him, something ached and snapped. The emptiness was brittle, stale, like it had been left for too long.

“I can’t keep fucking doing this.” Diego sounded angry, but that wasn’t unusual. Strangely, there was a pleading to his face, like if he gave Klaus big enough puppy dog eyes then Klaus would get down on his knees and promise to never do drugs again.

Yeah, right.

“Then don’t, I’m not keeping you here Diego-”

“You’re such an ass! You really don’t care about anything other than your habit-” Also untrue. Harder to say though, Klaus thought of street corners and vomit and club lights. Danger, flirted with.

Couldn’t Diego see he was already dead, dying, dried out in the worst of ways? Existing in two places was exhausting. Sometimes all he wanted to do was sleep.

Klaus closed his eyes.

Danger, danger, danger, it rang like a klaxon in his head. His ears rang like someone had smacked him. He could practically hear his father’s disappointment - or maybe that was just Diego scoffing.

“Don’t contact me again unless you’re clean, Klaus. I’m not gonna sit here and watch you die.”

“Sure, whatever. I’ll see you at the funeral then, hm?” There was a crash and a stomp and a few hissed swear words. Klaus didn’t bother to open his eyes - it was easier to hide his tears that way. Not to mention he didn’t have to see Ben’s disappointed look or the otherwise empty room.

Another month of rehab was ordered by the court, probably only because his daddy was rich and Klaus was still somewhat famous, despite the homelessness and the drug addiction. Childhood fame had its perks, as did the lawyer kept on standby for their family. Reginald wouldn’t rent him an apartment, but so far he’d kept Klaus out of jail - he wasn’t sure whether to be happy about that or not.

Eventually he settled on not.

It wasn’t as nice as his last one. Klaus saw a ghost with her wrists split, thought of the danger of a knife, and then thought of his brother.

His stay got extended another month. The lack of drugs was disappointing, but the attention was fun - in the same way that bee stings and casts were fun for about five minutes until the novelty wore off. God, was he bored.

-drive yourself deranged for want of it, echoes, echoes. Klaus thought of his father often and wished he had a drink or a pill to drown them out. At night they locked him into his room, restraints and all due to the word suicidal in his file, and he had screaming nightmares of the mausoleum, that cool, deadly place.

He needed to get out; he realised. Before, rehab had just been a pain. Something to endure between bouts of danger and death. Klaus bounced between his highs and lows and occasionally thought of killing himself in how most people thought of buying coffee when they were broke. It was hard to take the impulse seriously when he knew (had always known) that he was born halfway to his grave already.

You couldn’t kill something that was already alive.

Now, though, something had snapped. Maybe it was the loss of his brother. Maybe it was the soft leather restraints that they’d clasped around his wrists (as if he hadn’t been trained to escape cuffs when he was eight, as if he wasn’t a child soldier superhero).

“You’re okay, Klaus. You’re not there, you need to calm down-” Ben was telling him. Klaus realised he was crying - screaming again, maybe. Something was cracking, and the sound echoed around the room, like it wasn’t just inside him this time. And then he had a dull realisation that it might be his wrist. That was fine, fun even.

More danger. More pain. God, was he acquainted with it by now, the rot inside of him was going to slip out if he wasn’t careful. Klaus was going to slip out too, right out of this godawful place and out of reality too if he was lucky. He needed a hit.

He’d do just about anything for it.

Surprisingly, no-one had noticed his yelling. Then again, this rehab facility wasn’t as nice as the last one. The one before that? They had all begun to blur together, Klaus didn’t remember what number he was on now. Addictive personality, he remembered, letting your fear control you.

Fuck it, maybe they were right about him - who even cared any longer.

“Klaus, come on, don’t do this- at least get some shoes, Klaus-” Ben was talking, his voice felt very far away. Klaus removed the bars on his window without really knowing how - training had made escaping places instinctive at this point. Klaus hadn’t used the skills since he was fourteen and had gotten kidnapped on a mission but, well, it was like riding a bike! That was how the saying went, wasn’t it?

He didn’t know. He’d never leant to ride a bike.

And then he was outside in the snow, and it was still so, so cold. He realised he wasn’t wearing shoes, socks. Not even a coat. Still, he’d gotten by on worse before, hadn’t he? Another danger to dance around. Only. this time, there was no Diego to fetch him. Fine. It was fine.

The ghosts were somewhat easier to deal with for once, while he slowly froze under the foundations of some cracking bridge. It was winter again, like it was every year. Weirdly, Klaus always felt more alive as everything around him rotten and died.

Well, usually he did. Now he just felt cold and exhausted and on the brink of death. Ben had convinced him to find clothes. He had a pair of boots two sizes too big and a thick fur coat on over his blue gown. Inside of his shoes, his toes curled and went numb - Klaus hoped they didn’t fall off. Sure, he was rotten inside, but he’d rather not be rotting outside too.

If he went to the hospital, they’d just send him back to rehab (or worse).

Everything hurt from the inside out. The cold made his vision swim. Around him was the familiar stench of mildew and wet earth, like he’d been born and crafted from mud. Sure, it was probably the sludge that had once been a river, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Maybe it was Christmas already? Klaus hoped it was, he hadn’t been very good but hopefully Santa didn’t mind - the bastard had a few decades worth of presents to make up.

“I’ll take a bottle of vodka and a bag of cocaine, if you’re out there fat man.” He muttered, hands shoved up under his armpits. It did little to warm them up - for as long as he could remember his hands had been cold.

Poor circulation, dear, don’t forget your gloves, his mother had told him, but Klaus knew better. He was dead and rotten on the inside, and corpses didn’t get to be warm.

“I can’t believe you’re still thinking about drugs-” Ben hissed, as if he had to be quiet. It was ridiculous, Ben was a ghost, and he still insisted on whispering at times, as if anyone but Klaus could hear him.

“Drowns out the ghosties, Benny boy!” Usually, Klaus would throw his arms out to emphasise his point, but he’s a little focused on making sure his fingers don’t fall off.

Useful things, fingers.

“I’m the only one here!” Ben huffs and looks around pointedly.

“Exactly.”

“God, you need serious help. The drugs aren’t some magic medicine, Klaus, you’re just an addict.” Ben’s voice was a sneer. It’s funny, they’d had never gotten along in life and they’re only doing a fraction better in death.

Death, because they’re both dead. Klaus is just a bit alive too. Maybe. Some days it’s hard to tell.

He shoots a glare at Ben. It does very little. Inside him the void aches, it wants to take and take and fill itself up on anything it can get. Ben should understand that better than anyone else but Ben is dead and Ben was always too similar to him and Klaus understands, he’s always been too much-

-mountain out of a molehill the voice inside of him reminds and Klaus snaps again.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s snapped in his life. Sometimes it feels like all he ever does is break.

“An addict who’s tired of hearing your voice!” He hisses. Ben recoils back and stomps off to the other side of the river where he sits and ignores Klaus for the rest of the night.

Well, Klaus assumes it’s the rest of the night.

He passes out after their fight and can’t remember if it was minutes or hours between the silence and the darkness. There’s a blissfulness to being unconscious, but when he wakes up the void is hungry as ever.

That’s the cycle, after all. He fucks up; he does something dangerous, skirts between life and death, has a fun time of it all and then fucks up again. Life, death. Living, dying.

Klaus is an addictive personality stuck somewhere between worlds. Sometimes he wants to blame the cycle for his problems, but he thinks the addiction is just what he’s like on the inside. Nature versus nurture and all that shit.

Maybe its nature versus nature. Himself against his powers. Life against death. God, he hates the contrariness of it all; it makes him want to vomit. Klaus picks himself up, wraps his coat around himself, and wanders towards a shelter he knows gives out free clothes.

In his body there is a beat playing out, it sings drugs drugs drugs, it sings attention seeker, it sings addict, it sings deranged with want, it sings complex post traumatic stress disorder, it sings mountains and molehills and suicidal tendencies.

Through it all there is the ringing of a hand against his ear and the chill of old stones against his back. Klaus whistles a tune as he goes.

Everything is absolutely fine.

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Can I get a headcanon of Yandere Bakugou and Mirio?

Ok!! Gosh it has taken me far to long to get this done, General headcanons lets seeeeee I assume you mean separate but oh.,,, they'd be an interesting duo now that i think about it hmmmm,,

Likes to hear how great he is this goes for everyone but,

He gets a special kick hearing it from you.

Now Bakugou is the sort of person to jump the gun on may things. He’s capable of strategizing on the spot, leading to him not caring about making what most deem to be “Impulsive decisions.”

This is more unfortunate for you than most other people.

It’s as if when he even gets wind that someone even remotely dangerous really, what was Shouto going to do, beat you to death? He just has to make sure you’re alright.

It started with looking over you an unnerving amount as red eyes looked you up and down. Looking for a scuff mark or worse, a bruise.

He’d always yell at you for it.

Blame it on the fact that you were always so, so weak.

really, you should just let him take care of you. It’d be easier for everyone involved.

You always refused his offers of “protection” You were in class 1-A of the hero course for a reason thank you very much.

His hands would pop and spark as he growled a little under his breath.

Eventually it would escalate, far to quickly for your taste.

You might could deal with him yelling at you, (he yells at everyone, even Kirishima) you could deal with him staring at you, that just happens sometimes, people stare. And who’s to say he wasn’t just zoning out? Bakugou doesn’t zone out.

So,

You continue to learn and grow at your own rate, paying little attention to Bakugou’s behavior, (really he’s a little strange to everyone) and laughing it off with your friends.

Of course, they notice.

They notice that Bakugou seems a little extra angry when you refuse his protection. How he cusses just a little more when it’s you who gets hurt in a training exercise.

They start to laugh a little less when you talk about how “Bakugou was staring at my arm again. I mean, I know i had a gash there a while back, but it’s healed now!” and start to wonder just why a hormonal, teenage boy, was staring at your arm rather than anything else.

Eventually he starts to stay near you during training exercises, even when you told him you were fine.

“Like hell you are, are you such a shitty hero that you don’t even notice when you’d need to call for backup?”

“Nah, I can handle myself you know, i’m able to take a few hits!”

“You fucking can’t, if that gash you had in your arm was anything to go by.”

You choose to just ignore him.

This is the wrong call apparently.

If him taking you home and locking you in a room was anything to go by.

It seems that he’s made a pretty difficult situation for you, even if he wasn’t prepared for it at all.

You’re stuck in his dorm room, which clearly was not made or decorated to host two people.

It occurs to you that, you didn’t really know how you got here?

He must’ve caught you sleeping. It probably wasn’t that hard, an unfortunate drawback of your quirk.

Still, you were a hero, and you could get out of this.

If it wasn’t for your goddamn quirk.

Incredible power, at the expense of feeling just a tad drained.

So, here you are sitting in Bakugou’s room.

It’s an odd place, full of cushions and much softer things than you would've expected the guy who wanted to name himself “Lord Explosion Murder” would’ve had.

(And oh shit these were supposed to be general headcanons im so sorry)

He’s standing in his room, preparing some microwave food when you realize that you can’t even move your mouth.

That wasn’t a by product of your quirk.

Your mouth felt numb, you are unable to do much but wiggle your tongue in a mouth that cannot feel.

You try humming.

“Yeah yeah.” He huffs. “I hear ya. Foods’ done in a bit.” He sounds so nonchalant. So indifferent to the fact that you are sitting on his bed.

“It’s a shit meal tonight, no fire in the dorm. That shit’s dangerous for you.” and not to you?

It’s stifling the way he spoon feeds you a cup of water that is almost to cold to be any good. You suppose the spoon is necessary given that your mouth won’t move on its own. Still, you glare at him, giving him a good ol’ hero-stares-down-the-villain looks.

He laughs, it’s the big raucous kind that you hear when he’s around Kirishima.

“You’re fuckin adorable when you glare like that.” He wipes at his eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m just shitting my pants over here. If I were a villain, I’d be fucking terrified.” He has to take a few breaths of air before he can speak again. “S’why I gotta protect you.” And it hits you that it wasn’t just Bakugou being weird like with the rest of his classmates. He meant what he said. every word.

It doesn’t matter, you’re a hero.

You would escape.

You can’t stay numb forever.

(So onto actual headcannons)

Bakugou is a very protective boy, a bit of a bully and will absolutely drug you into submission if he thinks it’s the best way to keep you safe.

He has control issues (Like so many yanderes i seem to write for.) and wants to feel like he’s control of the entire “you” situation.

He loves and lives to keep you locked up with him, any bruise that you get and little paper cut? You bet your ass thats getting kissed and bandaged by him.

The kiss only comes after he’s yelled at you for being dumb and that you should’ve known that you would get hurt.

But the kiss after?

It’s soft and sweet in a way Katsuki Bakugou should never have been able to manage.

He also doesn’t cook around you, doesn’t allow you near almost any electrical appliance and he feels like he has to either baby proof his dorm/apartment or regulate you to one room unless you’re with him. You are only safe with him and no one else should really be near you.

You want to go outside again?

It’ll never happen.

Mirio isn’t completely delusional.

He doesn’t think you two are dating before you takes you to his apartment, by which point,

You two are actually married.

It doesn’t matter if no one was there for the wedding and if he didn’t get you a ring.

He knows.

And there’s no chance in at least a million that you don’t know it too.

The way he calls you “Wifey” and “Doll” and “Honey” all while your wearing the most recent apron? Oh yeah you two are married.

He just doesn’t get why you’re so against the idea of cooking for him or sleeping in the same bed. Sure it’s a little nerve wracking and it’s probably just newly-wed jitters. But it hurts a little when you insist that you take the couch and he takes the bed.

He’d bring up the topic of children multiple times. Adopting or sex? Both work. But you two haven’t been on your honeymoon yet and he can’t wait, cannot fucking wait, to see you out of that akimpy little apron that he bought you.

Not that he doesn’t just love watching you cook in it.

But marriage is about more than just looking.

And he was plenty of tired of just looking.

He likes to try and dance with you, to put his hands on your hips as you cook and clean and do all your spously duties.

He always put on reccords too.

Something about reccords makes everything feel more romantic and he can’t help, but to see you sway to music and think how he’d love to relive your first dance all over again.

“What first dance?”

Well now he has too.

You were vacuuming at the time, you have to turn it off before you even here him talk about your first dance. (It never happened)

You can only nod dumbly and he laughs at your forgetfulness.

“It’s adorable sweetie, here, let me just,” He tugs at your hips, pulling you into your chest as you squeal. You forget how strong he is sometimes.

He turns you around and places one large hand on your shoulder, the other is gentlely clasped in your other.

“It was a waltz, remeber?” It’s the Blue Danube. You’d never heard a classical record before. It must be new.

“Oh, yes.” You sound a little numb. “I remember!” It sounds almost like your protesting when he gives a quizzical look with his bright blue eyes.

He taps the counts on your shoulder, each finger a different beat.

He’s an excellent dancer, you are much less coordinated.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“We haven’t taken out honeymoon yet, where would you like to go?” You suppose a honeymoon was never arranged. (Maybe it’s because you were never married.)

“I don’t know, where do you think would be nice?” You smile up at Mirio. His eyes haven’t left your face since you started cleaning.

“I think that Paris would be nice, don’t you? Plenty for us to do!”

“Paris would be lovely Mirio.” And you press a kiss to his jaw.

You can hear his breath hitch as you lean into his chest.

“Honey,” he sounded so happy. “Honey I love you.”

It’s a one in a million chance that Mirio Togata found you amoungst a crowd of civilians. You could stand to make the most of it.

“I love you too Mirio.” You take your hands away from his for only a moment before wrapping them around his broad chest.

“I can’t wait to go to Paris with you.”

You think you mean it.

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A/n (oh yeah there's a (very dumb) pun in each of these hcs. what do you take me for, a simpleton? These also got away from me and i legit forgot what i was writing. I don’t know the difference between general has and just “when the yandere kidnaps their darling im so sorry if it’s not what you wanted i try to fix it in Mirio’s section though. Katsuki is just my weakness i am such a simp.) thank you @popsicledrop for putting up with how long it took to get these out! I am so happy i got to write for these bois and maybe one day i will make a poly scenario because now that i have that idea 👀👀 thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

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