#reminder that this game exists and yall should play it!!

[rexxdjarin]

dom!Commander Wolffe spanking punishment thot

Ok I just wrote a quick lil thing bc i think wolffe would be the best, most fair, balanced and rewarding dom ever like he’s equal parts powerful yet secure. I love him ok here’s him punishing you for being bold in public

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

warnings: this is very much so light bdsm/dom!wolffe brat handling type stuff so if you’re not into that gtfo, spanking, punishment talk, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship and prior consent given, THESE TWO HAVE UTMOST TRUST IN EACH OTHER AND NO BDSM RELATIONSHIP CAN OR SHOULD EXIST WITHOUT THIS TRUST FYI

His firm hand came down on the plush of your ass just hard enough to sting and you gripped the sheets underneath you tightly.

“Wolffe.” You whimpered pitifully, the slick dripping between your thighs. Though your cries were out of slight reaction to the pain, the rest of your body betrayed you. You liked this. So fucking much. And Wolffe knew that.

Wolffe knew better than anyone that you thrived on pushing your luck. Despite the prim and proper rules he expected you to abide by to maintain his image as a strict commander, you always acted out anyways. Because you knew deep down that Wolffe loved to take you home and remind you all about his rules while he plowed into you.

The cat and mouse game of making the rules for you to break and receive punishment for was a cornerstone of your relationship. It was part of what made your attraction to each other so irresistible.

“Now darlin….you know the punishment you get for making me so hard in public, my pretty little tease.” His callous hand caressed softly over the warm red mark raising up on your cheek. Every spank dissolving into numbing tingles the second his large hand passed over it to soothe the pain. “Tell me you remember…?”

You wiggled your hips, lifting your ass just a bit higher into the air. “As many spanks as you think I deserve.” You answered, hearing him grumble out an amused chuckle.

“You know what happens and still you don’t listen. Maybe I’m gonna have to up your punishment.” He thought aloud, the dark tone of his voice more alluring than it ever was threatening. At least to you.

You pouted, secretly wanting him to relent and give you what you had actually wanted from him all night. To have him lift you into his lap and split you in half over his cock. Most times taking him so rough was all that ever could ease the ache inside you. There was no one else who did it like he could.

“B-but….Sir I-I just wanted…you.” You gulped, knowing that there was little you could do to make up for how much you teased him in public before.

His hand came down again, slightly softer this time and the tiniest little moan slipped out of you. “I know. I know. But I had to wait all night to touch you how I wanted. And now I’m going to make you wait too. Need you to know how awful it feels to need it so bad and not get it.”

His free hand guided the pink lace of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare laid out over his lap. “Wolffe….I’m sorry I was bold. I’m sorry.” You faked, the sugary sweet lilt to your tone not convincing him for a second.

“Uh uh. Too late for sorry, darlin.” He spanked each side of your ass one final time and then sat you up in front of him, both his hands firmly holding your bottom in his palms. His dark, brooding glare met your soft eyes feigning innocence that you absolutely did not mean. He smirked, “don’t play innocent with me. I can feel you dripping all over my lap, dirty girl. You like being teased? Tell me, sweetheart, be honest. Remember I can tell when you’re lying.” His right hand slid from behind the curve of your ass to slip two of his thick fingers through your folds.

His tongue slid out quickly to wet his parted lips, as if it would bring him closer to tasting all of you coating his fingers. He hummed, softly praising you and watching as he words of encouragement made your body react even more. His touch sent jolts of pleasure up the base of your spine and coiling into a pressure filled spot in your lower belly. All at once you felt so good you didn’t want his fingers to stop spiraling, petting, twisting and stroking. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips into his hands for more only to find he was gone.

The wave of pleasure drawing closer relaxed back into nothing again and you whined like the very needy brat he knew you were. You were so lost in the feeling of his touch you forgot he’d asked you a question.

“Answer me, gorgeous. You know the more you fight me, the longer I’ll drag this out…” The heel of his palm rested just below your navel, his fingertips hovering torturously above where’d just been playing with your clit so perfectly. He leaned forward, kissing a sensitive spot just below your ear and whispered, “…even though you’re so pretty and all I really want to do is fill you and stretch you out on my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, cyar’ika.” His voice rasped deeper in his throat, his own desire now starting to consume him.

“Y-yes, Commander. I love when you tease me.” You relented, finally deciding to stop fighting and give in to him. To let him know you liked all the ways he took care of you in public, keeping you safe and respected and happy all the time even when you wanted to be too spontaneous or reckless for your own good. “Can…you tease me a little more?” You asked, pawing at his chest and sliding your self forward to slip your heated lap over where he’d been waiting to be touched all night.

He dropped his head back and sighed at the contact, knowing in his heart that he probably didn’t have it in him to tease you much more anyways. Not if you felt this warm, soft and just inviting everywhere all around him. He could barely breathe you’d riled him up so heavily. “Call me Commander again and I’m not going to last long enough to keep teasing you, my perfect, bratty girl.”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled happily, grabbing him by the shoulders and slowly guiding him down on the bed behind you. “Ok, Commander.” You teased, letting your naked body hover over him while your still sore bottom slid up to run the length of your drenched slit along his cock.

Wolffe’s hand flew forward to grip your hips, slipping you carefully over himself to coat his pounding cock with arousal. “I changed my mind.” He laughed, sitting up to press his forehead with yours and watching your mouth drop open in ecstasy as he suddenly pressed himself into your fluttering opening.

You cried out sharply, gasping as he bottomed out in you with ease with how soaked you already were. “Oh…Wolffe.” You moaned, his hands on your waist steadying you as his thrusts upward increased in intensity. You swear he was trying to fill every empty space he could inside you.

He huffed out harshly between pumps of his snapping hips inside of you. “Your punishment is that anytime you think about walking tomorrow, you’ll feel me everywhere. On your ass when you go sit down…I want you to feel my hands. Want between your thighs to burn whenever you walk from how long I spent down here licking you up. I want you to feel the ache of me filling up this tight pussy whenever you breathe. I want you to think only about me the way I always think about you.”

And yet still you looked in his big, dark, scowling eyes and giggled, “that’s not a punishment. that’s a reward, Commander.” He smiled and made sure that by the next morning you realized that with him anytime you were together it would always be a little bit of both. He liked balance that way. Even if he completely threw off yours whenever you walked for a good week after that.

#I just thought he’d be such a powerful but completely safe and fair dom #he’s perfect balance of structure pleasure comfort and safety #i love him i love him i love him #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe thots #commander wolffe #this can be daddy if you squint hehehehe #dom!wolffe #dom! commander wolffe

[couriersixty]

honestly i have many grievances with the fallout show as a long time fan of the series but i think it's really enjoyable in the little moments. the lore mistakes are GIANT and it's not a leftist game in the way that (most of) new vegas was a leftist game - i have issues with new vegas as well but those are more just a long list of critiques of my favourite game that i think abt all the time. and maybe later i'll make a longer post about my issues with the show and with the series in general. i think that it was somewhat unoriginal because it was trying to cater to people who have never played the games, and while it does a lot of winking at the already existing fanbase, it feels like a show that is trying to be both a reboot and a sequel. it can't do both. i think it also tries far too hard to be grandiose, and also. the irony of it existing as it is, distributed by amazon. the communism lite. the events which are literally impossible given the new vegas canon unless they're meant as a GIANT retcon, which i don't accept. lmfao. it shines when it's just being irreverent dark wasteland comedy.

another point wrt fallout i've been thinking about a lot lately is like... the reasons it may be loved. personally i adore it because my family were displaced by genocide, and as a nomad with that history i really relate to a lot of the themes in new vegas (i also have a lot of issues with new vegas and the way it frames benny's story - he did nothing wrong imo - and just. the racism) but like. watching this show i'm also reminded of the horror of the western genre (which is lampshaded a little in the show but it's like... yall are doing this Right Now, writers). haven't seen westworld and i doubt i ever will but there is something about science fiction western which avoids really touching on the racism inherent to the genre by setting it in the future. and in fallout sometimes i feel like that is where the horror comes from, and again, i don't know shit about westworld. in new vegas some of my fave parts are the parts that lean into and do not shy away from the horrors but i feel like the fallout show like? it really? can't grapple with that shit, because it doesn't really understand it. it's a western and it's not really much more than that, but it's trying to pretend to be deeper.

this doesn't mean i fully disliked it but it's like... seeing that shot of new vegas at the end of the show didn't fill me with excitement lmfao it just filled me with dread! i don't feel like this show should go anywhere near new vegas content. i don't want them to hurt it. it's not perfect by any means and i don't mean to uphold it as that, but. judging by s1 i don't think the showrunners have anything close to the nuance required to measure up to a lot of the obsidian writing.

giant list of grievances aside the protagonists are cute i rly love maximus !!! all three of them are chill but i think he is honestly the most interesting lmfao like... cooper and lucy are very fun but i think they're a little more cookie cutter (not a complaint, to be clear - i do enjoy them). maximus like... was also the least predictable to me and i think his motivations at first, despite being clearly stated by the show, seem sort of nebulous because his performance has a little more subtlety and so. yeah. may he rediscover oysters. + from a screenwriting standpoint it's cute that it ended like. with him and lucy both reaching their goal and realizing "oh shit. this is not the vibe."

also genuinely enjoyed the minor characters and cameos!! genuinely just really wish it wasn't trying to do this much, because like... imagine the same story but a little smaller scale. like. all they'd have to have done to make it all make sense is set it a decade or two later and/or simply not destroy the WHOLE ncr.

+ this detail was so cute !!!

#fallout spoilers / #fallout 2024 #fallout #nonzero chance this is going to turn into a fallout blog #just like the inside of my brain...

[syubub]

Rae I was hoping you could do a reading (nothing grand, it can be small) on BTS’ (each member’s individual) current post-Grammy energy? The past 24 hours have been a rollercoaster of emotions. I noticed a lot in their demeanors on both their vlive, and reaction to the loss they posted on Twitter. I have my own analysis and observations, but all that mostly comes from a psychological/logical pov. I want your take on the spiritual side and most importantly your thoughts on what the cameras won’t show us and what the members would probably never vocally/publicaly express (since bless their hearts, they’re such humble people). — 💼

That's such a great ask 💼 anon! I love the idea and I have to do it right now bc I need to know lol

bts post-grammy energy reading

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact. This is only my personal interpretation!

So first off we have the energy of the group.

The 6 of coins, the magician, ten of wands reversed.

Starting with the 6 of coins

This to me feels like they are happy to have preformed and likely feel very loved.

Like they're happy to have shown their talents to the world and spread some joy and love

The card itself Is a lot about give and take and sharing and I think they feel that with army

The kind of solidarity and appreciation of eachother

With the magician (this came up in pre grammy read too) it feels like the determination and drive to succeed. They probably are feeling motivated to come back again stronger.

I see this too as bts not holding back and doing what they feel they have to do (I'm excited for what it could be)

Then we have 10 of wands reversed

This talks about feeling relief about being able to release a burden

This makes a lot of sense

In a way they were kinda carrying A LOT on their backs with this grammy nom

And for it to be over I think now they can catch their breaths

Seokjin

Knight of wands.

This is so very him.

Passion, inspired action, energy.

It's the "pushing foward bc I have a thing that I'm going to do" energy

I see this as him being fired up and like "Okay so this is how we can do this and next time this will happen and we can do this as well"

Very much no time to dwell

It's the confidence and belief in himself and the group and their goals

Like he took his time to be be angry, sad, mad and whatever but I don't think it was at not winning. It was all the other stuff

And now hes ready to continue and push through

He could have a million ideas in his head rn

The knight of wands is one of my absolute favorite cards

It's also associated with sagittarius so maybe I'm just a bit biased lol

Renewed energy and passion

Love it

Yoongi

YOONGI

It's in caps bc im yelling

Ace of cups

You absolute pain

Yes this card can be about love

In this context though I see it as creativity

Ace is always the start of things.

The ace of cups is an emotional beginning

The beginning of a new creative project fuled by emotions and your emotions about your experiences

Yall

Yoongi is writing and making stuff and this might just be the new project that takes them to the grammys and win them the trophies

Yoongi had a planned we should always listen carefully to his words.

He technically said a 2021 grammy preformance and 2022 grammy win...

Ugh

Essentially I think that whatever project comes from the emotions of this time will be extremely significant for them

Maybe we'll get a song or album that talks about the shit they go through with interlude: FUCK YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT

I hope we get swearing...

Probably not bc in true bangtan fashion they can form their emotions and experience into beautiful metaphors.

To sum up I think yoobi kinda knew what would happen so he sees it as an opportunity to take the emotions/creativity and create a very special thing(again, is he consciously aware of this shit??)

Hoseok

Wheel of fortune reverse

Hobi :(

Dissapointment and misfortune

It's that "the whole world is against me" feeling

I bet he was extremely excited and it was just an emotional blow to him

I think he probably can't help but be hard on himself

Like, "if we did this better" or "we should have done this"

But he knows that it's not his fault. It's just hard not to question yourself

It's feeling like they just can't catch a break

With this card though I feel like there's also an energy of no longer feeling like they have to "play the game"

Breaking the cycle

I think dynamite served 2 purposes

1. To bring joy and some sense of normality to a mid pandemic world

And 2. To play the game by its rules. Everything according to the book

Kinda an experiment

And to see that even doing everything right and excelling at the game didn't really change the scammys mind

Theirs freedom there

They did it the grammys way

And now they'll do it the bangtan way

Bc they've learned

Maybe they'll try another English song but it will be more them

Namjoon

Seven of cups

This card...

The first thing I want to talk about is illusion

The idea that an option you pick has a whole lot of things hiding behind the surface and it's not what it first looked to be

Being hyped up by the grammys and having a bunch of interviews and stuff only to be used

I think namjoon is dealing with that extra hard because as a leader I think he has this idea that he's ment to protect his members

I think he feels a bit like, "I should have seen this coming and been more careful"

Stuff like that.

When joon said "I told you" after they announced the winner

I feel like he told them that it was un likely bc the closer and closer it got he kinda started to see things for what they really were

I think too that joon is trying to decide where to go from here

Do they try a new English song?

Do they say fuck it and make a metal album?

Do they make an album focusing on the positives?

Do they make an album talking about the negatives?

Do they mix a bunch of ideas together?

Do they go back to their roots?

Very many options and namjoon is trying to choose the best one

However.

Everything has an upside and a downside

Jimin

Chim chim

The hermit

Soul searching and introspection

Listening to yourself

I think jimin might feel a bit down

Like, he needs time to re evaluate

I think jimin tends to base his worth on some external factors and he might have put a lot of his own worth on this situation

So now he has to go back and remind himself that this doesn't define him and that his value has nothing to do with the grammys or how others view him

Like hobi he might be bit hard on himself rn

But the hermit is such a powerful card bc you find yourself in the soul searching and you can asses how to move foward

I think also the hermit might also symbolize feeling shut out of the music industry and maybe too a bit of shame about not winning

JIMIM :'(

Taehyung

Ha

The high priestess

This whole situation did not pass his vibe check in the first place

I think he probably knew

Maybe his angel told him or he subconsciously knew

Very much trusting his intuition and will probably be using that to guide him going foward in what he will do with this situation

Creating and being vulnerable and open is important

Anything that has to do with intuition and creativity and empathy

He's probably also comforting jimin in preticular rn

He's also probably thinking about how to comfort us

(Maybe he's working extra hard to push the mixtape foward in order to comfort us)

(( we are trying to comfort YOU. You don't need to comfort us!!))

Regardless

It's a very intresting energy and it makes sense lol

Jungkook

The hanged man

Koo

A pause to re evaluate

Similar to jimin in that this is a time to reflect and to do some soul searching

Taking the time to see things from a new perspective that is desperately needed for him

Some new and important thing might be on the horizon (see yoongis reading) and he will be able to see it and see its potential because he's taking time to just

Exist

Gather his thoughts so that he can know what he's feeling and take that

Morph it into something beautiful

And use that to move foward with a new perspective.

I think also this could indicate feeling like this is a hurdle they can't get over.

Stuck where they are bc the obstacles are insurmountable.

Another interpretation is being made an example of publicly?

Like he might feel like they failed publicly and that it hurt rather than helped south Korea as a whole?

But overall feeling like he needs that new perspective and taking this as an opertunity to find that!

I hope this kinda makes sense! I only pulled one card bc I think they're all feeling A LOT of things and I wanted to focus on the main theme.

It's a lot more positive than I thought but that's bts for you, always looking to grow and learn and create. I'm really interested to see what kind of songs come from this emotional influx! I think it definitely differs some from what they've shown so I'm curious how this energy manifests for them!

#💼anon #bts #bts tarot #seokjinnie #seokjin #jin #suga #min suga #yoongi #hoseok #jhope #hobi #namjoon #rm #jimin #park jimin #taehyung #v #tae tae #jungkook #kookie #jk #bts reactions #bts imagines

[sparklingichigo]

OVA III - Beel's courting

A/N: This chapter is inspired by a headcanon made by @diavolosthots you can find the actual writing here!

This happens during the times where Beel and Ichigo are not together yet. It was the time where Beel finally realized that he genuinely likes Ichigo and wants to pursue her. Of course, it wouldn't be easy since this girl is friendly and kind to everyone, even him. It's to the point that's he's confused if she's flirting or just being nice to him.

Belphie: So you like-like her?

Beel: I do, but I do need some advice from you since she's actually friendly to everyone :(

Belphie: I think it is safe to pursue her since she's a single pringle.

Beel: True...

Belphie: You can do it Beel! I believe in you!

Beel: Thanks a lot, Belphie!

After talking to Belphie, Beel tells the other brothers that he's about to enter that phase, just if anything he said would be harmful and so that they won't disturb him during such phase.

With that, the courting phase begins. From the looks of it, Ichigo notices that Beel always appears in the same places as her. When she gets out from magic class with Solomon, Beel is waiting for her outside her classroom. It was unfortunate that Beel has a different schedule from her despite having the same exact major.

Solomon: Oh, Hey, Beel!

Beel: Hey, Solomon^^

Ichigo: Beel!! [runs to give him a hug]

Beel: O-oh hey ^^

Ichigo: Did you come to get me? Am I invited to your taste trip again?

Beel: Yeah, I actually want to take you out for lunch today. I know you like exploring Devildom's food, right?

Ichigo: I do! It's interesting actually^^

Solomon: Well, I'll get going. Have fun, you two.

Ichigo: Bye, Monsolo!!

As soon as Solomon leaves, the two go to the restaurant that Beel wants to take her to. It's called Devil's chicken. Devil's chicken just opened days ago, and it seems to be a really famous chicken restaurant in devildom.

Ichigo: These are actually good! I like it!

Beel: You do?

Ichigo: Yeah, I'll give it a 5/5!

Beel responds with a smile listening to her remarks. He's already whipped since day one, especially after Ichigo saved him and Luke from Lucifer's wrath. That's where he starts to admire her. Sure, at first he thinks she's just a delicious meal, now she's not only a delicious meal, but she's also something more. Plus, he admits that Ichigo is good-looking, Asmo has stated, but he hasn't paid any attention until they stayed together in his room. That's when he starts getting attracted to her!

Ichigo: Beel?

Beel: Yeah?

Ichigo: You're blanking out... are you okay?

Beel: Yeah. Oh, there's something on your face

Ichigo: Hm? What is it?

Beel: Here, let me help.

Beel helps Ichigo get rid of the chicken crumbs on her face as the pink-haired girl smiles shyly at this action. Ichigo herself does find Beel attractive because who wouldn't be attracted to that handsome face, tall body, and- *cough* friendly nature.

Anyways, the more they got closer, the clingier Beel got. Luckily it doesn't bother Ichigo since she has some space to herself as well. But it gets a bit troublesome when Beel reaches the next phase, the protective phase. How do we explain this? This man has always been protective, but this time it's troublesome because he actually replaces Mammon as Ichigo's study partner and actually the one taking her to school.

Mammon: Wait! Beel! Hold up!! [chasing after them]

Beel: It's okay, Mammon. I'll be the one taking her. Besides, you have a different major, right?

Mammon: Well...yeah, but still! Lucifer might kill me!

Beel: He won't. I'll explain to him. Don't worry!

Mammon: Alright then... be careful, human!

Ichigo: Don't worry! Beel is a good protector~

Mammon: Shut it! I'm literally your first!

Ichigo: Yeah, yeah~

Another time, Beel actually hangs out inside Ichigo's room, more often confusing everyone. Not only that, they all get glares and growls from this man just because they're entering Ichigo's room except for Haruka since it's her room too. The first victim is Asmo since he wants Ichigo to model for him for another clothing line he's doing, but as soon as he opens the door....that man literally glares at him.

Asmo: [opens the door unannounced] Bestie~! Let's go! I need you for-

Beel: [glaring at Asmo]

Asmo: What's wrong?

Beel: Get out.

Asmo: Why should I?! Plus, Ichigo has promised that she'll model for me!

Beel: Get. Out!

Asmo:... oh my goodness! Are you in that phase?!

Beel: Asmo, please don't make me repeat it!

Asmo: Alright, okay! Understandable! Good luck, Beel!

The door slams close as the girl beside him glances at Beel confusedly.

Ichigo: What's wrong?

Beel: It's nothing. I'm just in a terrible mood...that's all

Ichigo: Oh, do you want to do something to cheer you up?

Beel: Having you near me is enough actually^^

Ichigo blushes a little by that statement, but she doesn't say a thing and just snuggles into Beel's hold once again. Yes, they're actually just laying down on her bed with a movie playing in front of them.

Another time, Satan wants to return a book to Ichigo because they've been exchanging them a lot. Once he opens the door, he finds Beel glaring at him. Satan, being the avatar of wrath, is clearly offended.

Satan: What?! Can I not return my book?!

Beel: Then make it quick.

Satan: What?!

Beel: Just put it there, and go!

Satan: excuse me?! Okay, first of all, you piece of sht, you've monopolizing her! I can't even exchange books freely with her because as soon as I did that, you dragged her away into what?! Some unimportant bullsht like this!

Beel: Satan, please don't-

Satan: And you know what?! Just because you're pursuing her doesn't give you the right to be an asshole!

Ichigo: Sa-Satan...calm down...it's okay....just put the book there...

Satan: Shut it, human! This is none of your business!

And that does it, f in the chatroom for Satan's cheek because Beel literally just punched him there.

Satan: Did you just punched me?! Oh! So that's how it is, huh?! Let's do this then! [demon form mode on]

Ichigo: Guys...there's no need to fight.....

Beel: Let's go then- [completely ignoring Ichigo's words]

Ichigo: Beel, get back here! The movie is still going!

Beel: But-

Ichigo: Please? [puppy eyes]

Beel instantly went soft and did what Ichigo told him. Satan rolls his eyes and places the book on Ichigo's table, and gets out of there. The next victim is Mammon, who walks in unannounced. Oh, boy, that's just worse.

Mammon: Hey, human! Guess what!

Beel: [glaring at him]

Mammon: What?!

Beel: [still doing that]

Ichigo: [points at the door awkwardly]

Mammon: Right...that horrible phase of courting....dang it! [exits the door]

Once Mammon exits the door, he sees Asmo and Satan giving him the "I told you so" look. It's not like he didn't believe them, but it's Beel! He's the kindest demon of them all. How could he scold his own siblings?

Satan: First of all, he did. Didn't you hear us shouting there?!

Mammon: You probably did something fatal to him!

Satan: I was just returning a book! How is that fatal?!

Asmo: And Ichigo has promised to model for me today! Now I have to postpone every single set in existence!

Satan: I'll just do this reasonably. Who here, when they have a crush on someone, would go overprotective?

Mammon: [is silent]

Asmo: Mammon, don't play this game with me. You are too protective for your own good!

Mammon: Fine... [raises his hand]

Satan: So am I, and I'm well aware of that [putting his hand up]

Asmo: I'm guessing Levi, Lucifer and Belphie is also part of that. I'm more on the flirty side, you know~

Satan: We know-

As the three of them discuss this, Haruka sees them, and she asks them what's going on out of curiosity.

Satan: [sigh] That friend of yours is stuck in that room with Beel! He won't even let us in, look! He even punched me!

Haruka: Perhaps you did something incredibly wrong?

Satan: How is returning my book wrong?!

Haruka: Why are you shouting at me?!

Satan: Because I'm still pissed?!

Asmo: Why are you guys getting loud?!

Satan and Haruka: SHUT IT!

Suddenly they hear Levi's door slam open with an angry avatar of envy right there.

Levi: What's with yall?! Why are you so loud in the middle of the night?!

Satan: None of your business, you, snake of a demon!

Levi: Okay...?

Asmo: [sigh] Beel has been scolding us for no reason and has been overly protective of Ichigo. When I say over, I mean OVERLY and UNREASONABLE!

Levi: I'm sure something you guys did may harm that girl. It ain't that big of a deal.

Asmo: It does! It does to my career!

Satan: ...it's not a big deal, but it still pisses me off because he dares to act like an asshole just because he likes someone.

Levi: Wait...

Satan: What?

Levi: BEEL LIKES ICHIGO?!

Mammon: You haven't noticed?!

Levi:...no?

Mammon: Do his acts not reminded you of every single romance show you watched?!

Levi: Sort- OMLD!

Another door was opened by an annoyed Lucifer, shouting at them to shut up because their loudness gave him a migraine.

Lucifer: Can you all keep it down?!

Satan: Well, blame your younger brother then!

Lucifer: ???

Belphie: zzz.....Beel is in the courting phase....zzz...

Lucifer facepalms at this, but it's best not to disturb him since Beel is on his courting phase. It might create more problems, so Lucifer doesn't bother confronting that gluttony of a demon and just goes back to his office.

Haruka: Are you sure he literally did not let anyone in?

Asmo: Solomon once got smacked by a pillow when he was trying to return something.

Haruka: Really?

Asmo: Yeah, I'd probably justify it if it's out of shock. But nope, Beel actually goes to that portal and Smacks Solomon's head as soon as it pops up.

Haruka: Wow, he's not only protective but violent as well?

Satan: Yes, yes he is [sigh]

Without hesitation, Haruka goes to her room. Of course, the brothers try to stop her out of concern, but Haruka doesn't listen to them because it's her room too.

Haruka: [knocking on the door] Ichigo, you there?

Ichigo: Yep! Right here! Beel is with me too!

Haruka: Can I come in?

Haruka waits for the answer until she hears the door unlock and Beel's voice answering her.

Beel: Yes, you can.

Haruka: Oh, Thank God- [entering the room] oh! You guys are watching a movie?

Beel: Yeah!

Ichigo: Do you want to join us?

Haruka : If Beel allows me^^

Beel was a bit hesitant about this idea, but he lets her watch the movie with them. Meanwhile, in Lucifer's office, the rest of the brothers (namely Mammon, Satan, and Asmo) complain about Beel's attitude causing the eldest to slam his desk to shut them up.

Lucifer: Then don't disturb him!

Satan: What?! Okay, first off, just because you're pursuing someone doesn't mean you should be an asshole to others!

Lucifer: Don't play this game with me, Satan. You know well that this phase isn't something he can't control!

Satan: Oh? So we're talking self-control, huh?! How about you control that pride of yours, huh?!

Asmo and Mammon gasp at Satan's comment because, oh wow, this is getting personal. Lucifer glares at his brother/son while Satan looks as smug as ever.

Lucifer: Mammon, Asmo, take him out of my office.

Mammon: Will do-

Asmo: Okay-

The two brothers dragged Satan away from the office, leaving Lucifer sighing and thinks he might need something to relieve his stress.

About the phase, there's something odd about it. Because Beel surprisingly allows the angels to meet Ichigo! The target of his pursue! One time, Simeon and Luke both visit because Simeon needs to meet Haruka and Luke wants to meet Ichigo to share food together.

Beel: Oh well, Haruka is in her room with Ichigo.

Luke: Ooh! Is she busy?

Beel: Not really^^ [sniffs the air] Oh, those smell good-

Luke: No! [puts the basket away] These are for Ichigo! >:(

Beel: Alright, alright^^ [pats Luke]

The other brothers witnessing this are confused. Why is Beel allowing the angels in?!

Satan: Are you for real?!

Asmo: I'm so confused-

Mammon: He let them in, and he's friendly with them?!

Satan: That doesn't make sense! We're all men, and we can't enter her room yet when it's Simeon and Luke they can?!

Asmo: That's so unfair!

As Beel takes them into the room, the chaotic trio (yes, Satan is now as chaotic due to his rage) chases after him. The three of them basically trying to enter.

Satan: Beel! Open up! This doesn't make any sense! You're allowing them in, but we can't?!

Asmo: Bestie, Ichigo? Can I come in? I won't do much. Cross my heart!

Mammon: Heh! Courting phase, my ass! You're just monopolizing her for your own benefit!

Haruka, who is also inside, is concerned because THEIR DOOR IS ABOUT TO BREAK FOR THE NTH TIME!

Haruka: That door is going to break! We need someone to stop it

Simeon: ... I didn't know your phase would go this bad, Beel...

Beel: I told them I'd be in my courting phase, and I even apologized beforehand for my actions, but here we are...

Ichigo: You're in a what-

Luke: What even is going on? What phase? Why am I here?

Beel: No-nothing! I'm just-

Haruka: [sigh] Whatever, we need someone to prevent the door from breaking apart. The last time that broke was because SOMEONE is too SENSITIVE of his FOOD!

Beel: Can we stop talking about that... it's been months!

Haruka: Just stop that! I don't want my door breaking out again!

Beel: Fine-

Ichigo: Wait, no-

Haruka: ??? Our door is going to break, and you still hesitate?!

Ichigo: I know what to do- [calls Lucifer]

With that, Ichigo calls Lucifer to help them with the door. Lucifer sighs for the nth time. How many times does he need to deal with this?!

Lucifer: For the last time! STOP BOTHERING HIM!

Satan: It isn't fair! He even lets Simeon and Luke in!

Lucifer: They're angels-

Satan: Yeah? Tell that to Solomon, who got smack by him because he's trying to return something.

Lucifer: Solomon is suspicious, and I'm sort of proud he did that. Now get off the door before I use physical force on you.

Asmo: But-

Lucifer: NOW!

Asmo and Mammon back away while Satan scoffs and just leans on the door. We have no idea why he's so persistent. Either he's into one of the girls, or he just wants to piss Lucifer off.

Lucifer: [sigh] Fine, physical force it is. [drags Satan by force]

Satan: What the?! Let go! Hey! LET GO!!

Lucifer: I TOLD YOU TO BACK AWAY BUT YOU DIDN'T!

Satan: This is none of your business!

Lucifer: Clearly is, Beel's my brother, and obviously, our honored guest needs my help.

Satan: Just let go of me, you prideful prick!

Back inside, the rest are listening to the chaos out there. They did hear Lucifer scolding them but finally, it's silent.

Haruka: Oh God, finally!

Beel: Finally, indeed...

Ichigo: Can someone just tell me what's going on?!

Beel: I can't.... not now, at least...

Ichigo: Why not?! Beel, I don't know how the demon system works, sure, but you have to be honest with me!

Beel: If I tell you.... it would just fail. Can you please trust me on this? This is not a bad thing, okay...

Ichigo: Not a bad thing?! You're literally keeping me away from your brothers! Are you sure this isn't a bad thing?!

Luke: ?? Why are they fighting??

Simeon: I'm not sure.... let's just leave them...

Haruka: I think that's a good idea... sure, let's do that...

Days have passed, and Ichigo is still a bit salty about this. Because clearly, Beel has gone a bit overprotective for his own good. Even when she's hanging out with Belphie, that man would literally growl at his own twin. I repeat, his OWN TWIN BROTHER! Even the youngest groans in frustration hearing him.

Belphie: Beel! This is my room! Come on!

Beel: Fine....just don't come near her. [actually keeps Ichigo close]

Belphie: I won't! Chill out, twin bro!

Beel: Okay...

Ichigo: What's happening? Why are you still like this?!

Beel:...

Belphie: He's in-

Beel: [glares at Belphie]

Belphie: Well, alright then- :))

The last case is when Lucifer calls Ichigo into his office. Beel is hesitant to let her leave, but this is Lucifer, so he has to. Once she's there, it turns out that Lucifer found out about Beel's actions and asked about them.

Lucifer: So, I heard Beel is on another phase, is he?

Ichigo: A phase? What phase?

Lucifer: A phase where he turns into an overprotective demon.

Ichigo: That's true... I'm not sure why, though.

Lucifer: Of course not. You're not a demon, Ichigo. You have 0 idea how the system works.

Ichigo: True...

Lucifer: He's actually on his courting phase.

Ichigo: Courting phase?

Lucifer: Yes, just like in the human world. He's courting you.

Ichigo: ...what?!

Lucifer: I'm not surprised. Honestly, he's already whipped. But here's the issue with that behavior. He'll most likely abandon his tasks for you or the other way around, pulling you away from your tasks. Now we don't want that don't we?

Ichigo: Certainly not, sir-

Lucifer: Indeed. I'm not sure when it'll end, but you need to catch up on your tasks and your report soon once that phase ends.

Ichigo: Of course

Jokes on you all, there's more. Because that one time, Ichigo, Haruka, and Levi are watching TSL. Levi even invited Simeon and Solomon to watch with them. Ichigo is so engorged in that movie that she didn't realize Beel has joined them.

Simeon: Oh hey, Beel! You're here to join us?

Beel: Yep^^

Levi: Probably here for the snack. Here, have them. [gives Beel popcorns]

Beel: Thanks a lot, Levi!

The movie went on as the TSL fans (Levi and Solomon) focused on the film. Haruka and Ichigo are not big fans, but they must admit it's a good movie. Suddenly, Ichigo feels a head on her shoulder. She turns her head to the right and finds Beel leaning on her shoulder. He's even nuzzling on her neck.

Ichigo: Beel, that tickles- [tries not to laugh]

Beel: Oh...can I still lean on you?

Ichigo: Sure, that's okay^^

Beel: Thanks, you're really cozy [gives her a slight ruffle on her hair]

Ichigo: Hey! You're going to ruin it!

Beel: No, I didn't!

The others stare at them, yes, even Levi because these two are kinda loud. Levi rolls his eyes and scolds them for talking during a movie.

Levi: Can you two normies take the flirting somewhere else?!

Beel:... :(

Ichigo: Sorry Levi- ;-;

Haruka: Don't mind them, Levi. We can still watch the movie.

Levi: Fine...

Solomon holds down his laughter because he can clearly see these two are pinning. The way Beel clings to her and how Ichigo reacts to it, that's quite obvious to this sorcerer. Haruka also notices, which is why she justifies their action. They're in love; let them be!

Now back to the movie, they all watch it silently this time, but because of how late they're watching, Ichigo turns sleepy and accidentally sleeps on the couch. Everyone looks back and sees the pink-haired girl asleep with a blanket on top of her, hugging her water bottle. Levi and Beel both went soft on her, plus knowing how many tasks Lucifer has given her, yeah, no wonder she's tired.

Haruka: Beel, can you get her into our room?

Beel: Of course^^

Haruka: I feel bad that she's sleeping on the sofa like this...

Beel: Yeah...

With that, Beel carries Ichigo back to Haruka's and Ichigo's room. Once they're gone, Solomon, Levi, and Haruka sigh while Simeon is just there staring at them confusedly.

Solomon: Those two are clearly in love!

Haruka: I know, right?! I can see it!

Levi: Beel be acting as the male lead of some shoujo manga or something-

Simeon: He reminds me of a book character, such a sweetheart^^

Haruka: I agree entirely. Hope they'll get together soon. They're just adorable together~

Levi: This normie talk makes me wanna puke!

Solomon: There's a toilet. Use it. [deadpan]

Levi: Shut it!

Weeks later, the courting phase has died down, and Beel finally musters his courage to tell her his feelings. He looks for her everywhere and finally finds her in the kitchen making instant noodles in the middle of the afternoon since it's Sunday and there's no food around.

Ichigo: Oh! Hey, Beel!

Beel: Hi [awkwardly]

Ichigo: What's up? Hungry by chance?

The orange-haired man nod as he goes to the fridge to get some snacks. Perhaps an ice cream Mammon bought for him when he went grocery shopping. Once he gets his snack, Ichigo is also finished with her instant noodle. The two finally sit together in silence, yet it's sort of awkward because Beel keeps on fidgeting.

Ichigo: Beel, what's wrong?

Beel: I'm fine... the noodles smell good, by the way

Ichigo: I present to you, Indomie! It's a human-world instant noodle. Do you want some?

Beel: If you don't mind...

Ichigo: Of course not, let me get a plate for you- [goes to the pantry to get one]

Beel: Wait!

Ichigo: Hm?

Beel: I have to tell you something...

Ichigo: Oh? What is it [going back to her chair]

Beel: I like you.

Ichigo: I know, we're friends. We're literally close!

Beel: Friends don't kiss...don't they?

Ichigo: They can if you live in France...I don't know how devildom works, though...

Beel: Ichigo, I like you, as a lover-

Ichigo: A-A lover?!

Beel: Please tell me you reciprocate my feelings.... you do, right?

Ichigo: I do... but I'm not ready for a relationship... is it okay if we take this slow?

Beel: I'm totally okay with that. I just need to let it out since my courting phase has died down.

Ichigo: Well, that's true. That was a wild ride- [laughs slightly]

Beel: It is...

Ichigo: Have you apologized to them?

Beel: I do...Satan smacked me with his thick novel for it, though.

Ichigo: Really?! Where did he hit you?! Is it painful?!

Beel: Quite painful, but I'm fine now. He hit me around this area, I think... [points to that area]

Suddenly Beel feels Ichigo's fingers go through that area, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

Ichigo: I can still feel the bump in there. I think it's not fully healed.

Beel: Really?

Ichigo: Yeah... you poor thing :(

Beel: I'm okay, really

Ichigo: Still, I was the cause of all your conflicts with all your brothers-

Beel: Hey, hey, don't blame yourself for it! It's not your fault!

Ichigo still feels guilty, causing Beel to sigh and pulls her into his lap, earning him a surprised yelp from the pink-hair girl. Beel looks up to her as Ichigo instinctively wraps her arms around his neck to keep her position.

Beel: It's not your fault, okay. Every demon experiences this. It just differs between demons. We do get protective of the beings that we love. Some are overly protective like me...some do it more subtlety, but everyone is different.

Ichigo: So it's just your way of courting me?

Beel: It is. If anything, I'm sorry. You're probably overwhelmed by it...

Ichigo: It's okay, and I'm sorry for snapping at you that one time. Plus, if that didn't happen, we won't be here, don't we?

Beel: True, very true, and I'm totally okay with that. You have no idea what's going on.

Ichigo smiles sweetly at the man beneath her, and he returns it. Until they hear footsteps coming to the kitchen. The two of them stare at the intruder, and it turns out to be Satan, about to cook some lunch for everyone.

Satan: What the fck-

Ichigo: I can explain!

Satan: Please do! Because I'm sure such affections can be done in the bedroom!

Ichigo rolls her eyes and gets off Beel to finish her indomie while Beel just throws the ice cream package on the trash can. Well, that's an awkward ending, but that's pretty much how Beel courts Ichigo, and with her, they create a beautiful relationship together~

#obeymefanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #roleplaybased #oc roleplay #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

[jae-daddy]

magic (4)

Draco Malfoy Fanfic 

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pairing: draco x reader genre: shifting realities, romance, clown shit plot: you mistaken shift realities too well and end up in harry potter universe with draco malfoy as your companion  a/n: i need to stop getting carried away and writing so much lmao. hope yall enjoy it <3 not edited

"Can’t you magic this, so it’s a bit bigger?” You walked out wearing the white and green jumper Draco got for you.

Draco just ignored you and straightened his collar. His hair brushed back, and the black suit stark against his pale skin.

He was undeniably the most attractive human you had ever seen. The TikTok, movies and pictures did not do justice to his beauty. The one that existed in your universe dulled down his beauty.

You had realised on the second night you spent here, that while Draco did look like Tom Felton, he was, in fact, not Tom Felton. It was him, but not him. It was Draco Malfoy. In this universe, no Tom Felton was playing the character, it was just Draco Malfoy, and he was magnificent.

Your eyes met his sliver ones through the reflection, making you frown as you gestured to your outfit.

“I was hoping for a more oversized, boyfriend’s-jersey aesthetic,” you muttered as you spun in front of the mirror. “I mean, it’s not bad, but a little bigger would just be perfect.”

“It won’t make a difference,” Draco sighed, as he turned to face you. “You will still remain a hideous muggle.”

You rolled your eyes at him, as he walked past you. “Not everything is about you Malfoy. This is about self-confidence and love.”

“Are you coming?” He ignored you, as he held the door open for you.

You looked at him with butterflies dancing in your stomach as your palms got sweaty. You gulped as you looked beyond him to the dark hallway outside.

Your eyes glanced at Draco’s face to find him watching you impatiently. You wiped your palms on the pair of joggers you had borrowed from Draco.

You were nervous. You had thought about leaving this room a thousand times over the past week, but now that the moment was here, you were scared.

What if you didn’t remain invisible? What if you’re somehow caught?

What would happen to you? What would happen to Draco?

Your shaky gaze fixed on Draco once more, and his face softened slightly as he gave you a small reassuring nod.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. With your fists clenched tightly by your side, you marched outside of the room. You felt yourself brush past Draco, and the door close behind you.

You remained still; your eyes shut tight as you stood there unmoving.

“Let’s go, muggle,” Draco whispered in your ear, making you jump. He looked at you his eyes lighting up with amusement as he smirked at you. He was enjoying seeing you so on the edge.

“I wouldn’t worry as much if I were you,” Draco pulled you by the elbow as he began strutting down the stretching hallway. “My parents have left for the game long ago, and no one is here to see you in all your disgusting muggle glory.”

You glared at his head, before relaxing by his side.

He led you through the maze, called Malfoy Mansion, until you were finally outside.

You almost hissed as the sunlight assaulted your eyes.

“I feel like a vampire,” you muttered, making Draco chuckle.

“You really do not want to feel like a vampire,” he snickered, making you turn to him with eyes wide in surprise.

“No way!” You gasped. “There are actual vampires here? Are they hot?”

Draco peered at you with absolute disgust, “I will choose to ignore whatever you just said.”

“I guess not then,” you sighed as you folded your arms and stomped behind him. You hoped you could get a little mixture of every supernatural fantasy, maybe dip your toe into the Twilight world before you returned home.

Your steps stopped as you approached a beautiful red car. It was a real vintage that you only saw in movies or sportscar conventions. The top was down, and you were ready for a vintage seventies trip.

“Wow,” you awed as you ran your fingers over the cool metal as you made your way to the passenger side.

“I know,” Draco smiled brightly, as he sat into the driver's seat.

You stared at him before snorting at his ridiculous actions.

“Does this car drive itself?” You snorted at him as he put on his sunglasses. He pointed to the middle, and just like magic, another pair appeared. You put them on rolling your eyes.

“It can,” he shrugged after a moment, before starting the engine with a button. “But I like driving it.”

“Draco, do you even have your license?” You quirked an eyebrow at the boy.

“Of course I do,” he sneered, but he was too happy to make it hateful. “The only reason I got this for my birthday last year was that I passed.”

“Aww,” you swooned at him, sarcastically. “Daddy bought you a nice car for your sweet sixteen?”

Draco smirked at you, bringing his glasses down a bit before winking, “I’m twenty-two.”

The car drove off speedily, as he rammed the pedal.

“Fuck off,” you shot back. “You’re still in high school.”

Draco just snickered, the wind blew through his hair. He rested his elbow on the edge, letting the wind run through his fingers. He smiled, as tilted his head back and you almost screamed at him to look at the road.

“We learned about your education system in muggle studies,” he spoke, not looking at you. “It is quite a scam, really. But we do not have what you muggles call universities. Hogwarts and other magical institutions teach everything you need to know.”

“Then how do you become a scholar?” You furrowed your eyebrows. It doesn’t make sense that education is limited to just a few years of study, and then expect wizards to know all.

“You work in that field, you dedicate your life to that magic,” he shrugged, before continuing. “The wizarding world is not built on capitalism where jobs are everything. Wizards do not need a job to survive.”

You nodded taking it all that in. You sunk into your seat and looked at the scene that rushed past you. It was beautiful.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still in Hogwarts,” you frowned at him.

Draco just sighed, annoyed. “Hogwarts is all the education a wizard needs. I shouldn’t have to spell out that would take some time. Each Hogwarts year is two years long.”

“The maths doesn’t add up.” You muttered, folding your arms as you turned away from him. You watched as the plain hills and lakes rushed by you.

You closed your eyes and welcomed the cold crisp wind jolting you awake.

“Don’t stress your pretty muggle mind,” was all Draco said.

__________

“Draco,” you stopped the blonde boy as he reached for another vile. “I know I’m not an expert at magic, but I do have a feeling that it is quite possible to overdose on potions.”

Draco stared at you, his eyes examining you and then the bottle in his hand. He sighed as he put in back.

“I guess two should be enough,” and then as an afterthought put two more into the inner pockets of his jacket. “Alright, stand still now.”

He pulled out a small jar from his bag and he opened it to reveal black paint. He dipped two fingers in before motioning you to come closer. You stood in between his parted legs, as he sat on the hood of his car parked a few miles away from where the Quidditch World Cup was taking place.

You gasped slightly as the cool paint touched your face. You tried hard not to look at Draco’s face, despite the burning feeling of his gaze fixed on you.

You gulped to calm your heart that was beating louder than it should be.

Draco’s fingers dragged along your cheek, leaving two lines. And then he held your chin with his thumb turning your face to the other side.

Your eyes met his piercing ones, and your breath got caught at the back off your throat.

God, you thought he was gorgeous from far away. But right now, from this close, you realised there were no words to describe just how incredibly good-looking he was. His skin was clear, soft and reminded you of snow-covered mountains in the middle of blooming winter. You realised his eyes weren’t blue or grey, no, there were a colour that reminded you of winter mornings.

You felt your cheeks heat as his eyes took you in.

You felt his fingers touch your face with the cool paint.

Draco took his time, his hands moving slowly as he softly ran his fingers along your cheeks. You didn’t want them to ever stop, you wanted it to continue.

You wanted his fingers to trace your ear, then travel down your neck, and keep moving south.

You bit your lip as your eyes shut involuntarily.

You could feel the vicious victory smile plastered smugly on Draco’s handsome face but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

Draco’s fingers stopped on your cheek by your ear, and you thought it was over.

But then you felt the ghost of his touch trail down. His knuckles tracing the slope of your face for the slightest moment, and then it was gone.

He pushed you back, making your eyes shoot open.

You stared at him, glowering, before fear flashed through them as Draco pulled out his wand.

He snorted, as he rose a perfect eyebrow at you, “Scared, muggle?”

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled at him, “Are you trying to create sexual tension with me as you do with Harry Potter?”

Draco took a deep breath as if holding onto the last bit of self-control he had. He opened his eyes, burning with anger, his jaw locked.

“You’re not denying it,” you smirked, folding your arms.

“Do not test me, muggle,” he sneered, his voice dripping with so much anger, you took a step back in fear.  

The smirk fell from your lips as your eyes bounced between the ground and the vicious muggle-hating boy.

He cleared his throat after a moment, his stiff body relaxing slightly. You didn’t follow his shift in tension and remained on the edge of the road not nearing him.

Draco noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Time to make you invisible.” He got up from the car, and walked towards you, his wand dancing between his long fingers.

___________

“I’m so excited!” you giggled as you turned to a sour-faced Draco. “I’ve never gone to quidditch game before.”

“Lucky you,” he muttered, sourly, his eyes following you. “Your first game, and it is in the Minister’s box.”

You just giggled as you skipped along, only to stop when you noticed the older Malfoy laughing with some old man.

Draco came behind you, his breath brushing your ear, “Stay behind me.”

You nodded trailing behind him. 

You didn’t speak or move while you were around Lucius Malfoy. You weren’t sure if you were even breathing at times.

You must’ve been doing a good job because Draco would look over his shoulder occasionally to check if you were still there.

You watched Draco meet the other old men, and kept looking around for someone who might be suspicious.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game when Draco got up from his seat and turned to his father.

“Would it be alright for me to go greet Goyle and Crabbe?” He asked, his eyes darting to you for a split second. “I’ve spotted them down in first.”

Lucius Malfoy just waved a hand, but Draco didn’t need more as he began walking away, with you hot on his heels.

“Oh my god,” you whined as you both stopped somewhere on the stairs. “I couldn’t even enjoy the game properly I was so scared.”

Draco stared at you for a moment before snorting.

He pulled out a ticket from his coat, and then, after a second, a lady with a cart appeared.

“Greetings, sir,” the lady grinned, before gesturing to the cart. “What would you like?”

Draco lifted an eyebrow to you as you took in the delicious food displayed.

“Hotdogs?” You asked Draco who hadn’t looked away from you. “What is traditional to have at these games?”

“Two hotdogs,” Draco told the lady, and instantly two appeared in his hands. He didn’t say thank you, and the lady didn’t wait, disappearing right after.

He handed you one.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking a big bite. You chewed the most delicious hotdog you had ever tasted, and Draco snickered as he saw your eyes widen.

You rolled your eyes as you saw him begin to gloat from the pride of his Wizard world, and how your muggle realm couldn’t even compare. He was right, but you couldn’t stand his smug face.

You sniffled as the cool wind ran through your hair. You looked out to the field where a team scored another goal.

“Good thing you got merch for the winning team,” you smiled at Draco who frowned.

“I was hoping they would lose.” He clipped back.

“You would rather have me visible, then stand next to you in clothes supporting the losing team, Draco,” you shook your head at him, giggling.

Draco looked out onto the field, “Or maybe I’m living through you.”

Your smile flattered as you took in the young boy.

There he was standing in the middle of the finals of the biggest quidditch tournament of the season. The crowds roaring behind him in the bright stadium lights as he remained polished in his black suit and perfect hair. He couldn’t even support the team he wanted.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he spat as his eyes looked at you. “I don’t need your pity, filthy muggle.”

You glared at him before looking above you.

“Oh my, it’s Harry Potter,” you gasped.

Draco followed your gaze and then growled in distaste, rolling his eyes.

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Draco’s father had disappeared by the time you returned to the Minister’s box, but neither of you minded. You walked through the crowds as you took in all the different people jeer around you.

You followed the crowd as it led towards a ground filled with tents and lights.

“What’s that?” you breathed looking over the crowd milling over the place.

“That’s the sewer,” Draco spat scanning the area with disgust. Your eyes met his and he rolled his eyes as the poison lessened. “It’s the breeding ground for muggles, blood traitors and mudbloods.”

You ignored his bad behaviour and looked over at the place in longing instead. You took in the rides, music and laughter and felt the need to go there.

“Can we go?” You asked Draco in the sweetest way you could.

“No,” he bit back in disgust.

“Please?” You begged, making Draco’s face curl into a sneer.

“Fine,” you huffed and began marching off by yourself. “I’ll go explore by myself. You can wait for me here if you want.”

You heard Draco groan in frustration before you heard loud footsteps behind you, “Five minutes.”

You turned to him with a huge grin, “Thank you!”

Draco rolled his eyes and followed your happy skipping form into the campsite.

However, your happiness didn’t last long. An unsettling feeling settled into your stomach making it churn with nerves. You looked around the campsite you were pretty well inside, and you felt your hands begin to shake.

The air thickened with ominous energy, some darkness, but you couldn’t put your finger in.

“What’s wrong?” Draco ordered from beside you. You turned to look at him with glazed eyes. He stared at you, his brows furrowing.

A little kid ran up to you, holding onto your hand, “Do you want to know your destiny, mam?”

You turned to the kid, your mind raging, but you nodded offering him a small smile.

Draco muttered something under his breath but followed closely behind you nonetheless.

You looked at the site, and images began flashing through your mind. It was scenes from the movies. It was the golden trio, and the Weasley twins... and something else, something else you couldn’t remember.

Suddenly, you remembered screams and pain.

You looked around looking for some clue, but you couldn’t remember.

The kid took you inside a tent, a dark-faced Draco behind you, his eyes focused on you.

And then it hit you.

Hot. Flames. Fire. Lucius Malfoy. Death Eaters.

You turned to Malfoy with wide-eyes but it wasn’t almost as if he saw your mind.

“We need to get out of here. Now.” He ordered, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

Before you were out, you turned to the kid, your throat dry, “Run. Get your friends and family, tell everyone to run, now.”

The kid looked frightened but then nodded running off.

Draco kept leading you out, and somewhere in the distance, a woman’s bloodcurdling scream rang through the night.

You both turned to see flames erupt across the sea of tents, spreading fast. Draco’s grip tightened on your hand as he began running towards the forest.

You could feel the heat of the flames closing in around you. The temperature rising with every step you tried taking away from it. And then you were beating it, the flames moving further and further away as Draco took you to the forest.

You stopped at the edge and turned to the sight in front of you.

The music, lights and happiness all burning in the flames of hell now. Screams and cries tore through the night, and you felt your heart tear into pieces.

You fell onto your knees as each cry of pain cut through your skin. You held onto Draco’s hand, squeezing it tight to keep you in reality. You closed your eyes as a heartwrenching sob fell from you.

Your body shook as uncontrollable sobs raked through your body.

You could’ve stopped it. You could’ve done something. If only you remembered.

Your hand gripped the front of your jumper, thumping against your chest as you silently shook as your sorrow and guilt tore through your body.

Draco didn’t move. He stood there, cold.

His hand limp in yours as you squeezed it tight.

“Shouldn’t you be getting that one out of here?” His cold words spoke. You opened your eyes to find the golden trio. Your eyes met Hermonine’s for a moment before Harry and Ron dragged her away.

Draco didn’t move. He watched as flames raged on. He stood there as you clutched onto his hand as if your life depended on it.

The camp was nothing but smoke and ashes when you finally stopped crying. You felt empty. You didn’t have anything inside you.

Draco bent down to your side, his voice void of any emotion, “Let’s go.”

You turned towards him, letting him help you up. Once you were standing up, you looked into his eyes as tears fell from your eyes.

“I could’ve saved them, Draco.”

#draco malfoy #draco #draco x reader #draco x y/n #Slytherin #Draco angst #fluff #harry potter #jaedaddy #Malfoy #magic #hope y'all enjoy it #im having too much fun writing this #shifting realities

[kouhaiofcolor]

2020's finally over. Can we not go into 2021 pacifying texturism w "It's just hair" tho?

It was "just hair" until Black Women started exercising the freedom to discover the unique needs & maintenance beneficial to our hair. Then as soon as non black women got wind of it & the nerve to lurk on platforms the natural hair community was uprising thru, nowadays you've got all these non black women bandwagoning & hashtagging literally everything under the sun w/ this fake ass inclusiveness, advocacy, relatability & support for textured hair. Like all women have suffered oppression around wearing their real hair 😒. Like all races of women have been socially targeted in blatant discriminations against their hair texture, complexion, & how acceptable they are or are not together. I hate the "All Hair (Matters/Is Beautiful/Is 'Good Hair')" clout bc it talks over & totally overwrites the foundational issue around hair & toxic femininity that, at its misogynoir core, has always been that textured hair is unprofessional, unkempt, unmanageable, & ugly. Colorism also erases the initial creators of the movement — which were Monoracial Brown & Dark Skinned Black Women; put some respek onnat, period. Straight hair is not oppressed; wavy hair is not oppressed; all hair is not oppressed. Black hair is. This "all hair is good hair" bullshit is so monotonous & inconsiderate bc its almost like a passive aggressive refusal to acknowledge what antiblackness imposed on Black Women alone. None of you non black know what it's like in depth to be the descendants of a race of ppl who's features, traits & harmless existence have always been insulted, hated & envied by the whole world. Esp not all at once. That is something totally unique to us inflicted & imposed by everyone else since the beginning of time. So why be out here chasing clout under tags & movements & in spaces you are no real part of? Why wanna be a part of the Black Girl Experience that bad? Yall have identities in everything outside of us. Why vulture off of this like you even have reasons to be there? We were investing in ourselves & trying to teach generations of Monoracial Black People how to manage their hair texture & develop cathartic habits thru self care. Nb ppl ruined that.

Looser hair textures have omnipresent representation & acceptance all, over, the, world. There is no lack of being seen, romanticized or exemplified for having texture 1a-3b hair; esp on the prevalent basis around colorism we see regularly on social media & on tv. Yet what remains of the community as it stands is today the furthest thing from textured or Black at all. At this point we owe the decline (if not death) of the natural hair community to the parasitic latching of non black women, the infiltration of "pick me's" & antiblackness generally — but I still be feeling like even that's not direct enough. We're talking ab something authentic & wholesome for Monoracial Black Women created by us for us being straight up sabotaged by races of women the cause was totally irrelevant to & in regard of. Bc that's how cosmetic industries have been towards us for centuries. Bc we were always excluded & thought of least & last. By other women. By all other women; don't get it twisted. So we set out on figuring ourselves out. Doing research on our own. Incorporating self care & beneficial habits in our lives to nourish & feel better ab ourselves & disprove the racist shit non black cultures & ppl either ignorantly surmise, make up or project ab Black Girls. That includes Black Men too in case yall thought yall were safe. Yall are some of the most toxic & prevalent faces behind colorism, antiblackness & misogynoir among black ppl specifically.

But anyhow. At first a lot of the initiation of the vulturing in the nhc light skinned women were the face of. Esp w the clout around having 4c hair amongst the beige-est, most ambiguously or straight up non black individuals, good lord. Then it went mainstream for huwight ppl, whom enevitably invited themselves, & following were the masses of non black women looking to pillage for themselves while the community was being swallowed by the crowdedness & irrelevant content being put out there (specifically on YouTube, Twitter & Instagram) by "hair gurus" of the light skinned, biracial or non black texture 1a-3b variety. Hair gurus who literally may as well've fallen from the sky & met social media stardom overnight based on their hair texture & complexion alone they're so brand new. Hair gurus who aren't even in the community for legitimately informative reasons or purposes unionized in Blackness. They're whole natural hair niche be — as a favorite natural of mine put it — manipulating textured hair into a sort of submission to appear or behave like looser textures do. They'll swear by 'game changer' products they both mention & only use like once & insist you should invest in a $30 8oz. bottle of clarifying shampoo or a $35 cowash if you want your hair to behave & look like theirs. Again, mind you, these types of individuals casually claim having texture 4 hair when they're anything but, just for the attention it brings from both ppl who will gullibly follow their every word & who know what kind of scamming to look for & won't.

If it's "just hair", how come so many of you that are non black are riding the wave? If it's just hair, why have so many of you found refuge in using the hashtags & participating/contributing uninvited? How come so many ran to get a seat at the table w Black Women only to kick them to the side the more popular it became if its just hair? How come nobody was calling it natural hair before Black Women created the nhc & started growing their own? Why was there no natural hair community before Black Women coined it, reminder, for ourselves? If it's just hair, how come so many ran to youtube to begin w to start channels for their own non-textured journeys? If its just hair, why is the nhc so damn obsessed w defining curls & length than overall health & gradual growth? If its just hair, why are white girls anywhere near this? Yall are the most out of place of anyone, honestly. Even if you're curly. Why do light skinned girls get to both represent textured hair & "good hair"? How does that even make sense? Thats just putting monoracial black girls in isolated boxes they're not even allowed to be symbols of or in. If its just hair, why's it so unheard of to see the roles of Black female characters in just ab anything played by actual Black Women? If its just hair, why have so many non or partially Black women worked in ignorant succession to water down & essentially wash out the Monoracial Black Women vital to the community's relevance at all? I really do not get the involvement of non black women in this movement at all — esp when culturally you have no reason to call your hair natural. There are no & have never been prejudice notions around having or growing texture 1a-3b hair. There's nothing oppressive ab it, either. Yall have gotta stop w that. You've already made a mockery of something that was supposed to be beautiful by making yourselves comfortable in & hijacking our space itfp. Theres far too much misrepresentation of textured hair to keep up w now. This is why i say the nhc (as well as culture vulturing generally) has just become nbwoc copying white women copying light skinned women copying Black Women, bc the audacity is unreal.

Its not just hair tho. To those it applies to, yall proved that the minute Black Women started going public w their growth journeys. The minute conversations ab "shrinkage this & 4c that" broadened & went mainstream. Yall couldn't move all at once fast enough when you realized you weren't as special as you thought & had always been told — esp w melanin at its modern value. Now all yall either "natural", seeking black men for either casual sex or cultural infiltration via fetishised reproduction, certain you have texture 4 hair or know the best tips for a DIY silk press 🤭😂 yall can't sit w us. You don't belong here. I'm calling yall out on allll the bs around this "All Hair Matters" garbage, cus yall are now sputtering the same shit while literally wearing your own non black hair in black styles. Be consistent. Make some fucking sense. I don't wanna be part of this fake ass girl squad propaganda that says every other woman never looked at Black Women's hair like it was bottomest of the barrel, foh. We're not on the same team & yall know it.

#natural hair community #black tumblr #black twitter #blm #black women #protect black girls #protect black women #misogynoir #antiblackness #mixed girls #white women #cultural misappropriation #black hair #colorism #natural hair movement #textured hair #mine.txt #dark skin #texturism #culture vultures #nbwoc

[macklives]

session 63 end

okayyy. neat-fucking-o. thats done and boy OH FUCKING BOY i have a lot to say. and this is going to get mildly serious. sorry. theres a lot to uncover this session which basically is just one huge overall plot point. the whole timeline shindig. the thing that has messed me up for a few hours ngl.

man.... this is gonna be a long one. im not even exaggerating. (still, a tldr at the end)

so, the main thing besides from the time shindig plot, which is both important and essential and precious: DAVESPRITE <3 

k cool. ill expand on that throughout this whole note, but would rather like to make a whole analogy first before i do so.

so, to start off from last session, dave went back in time to fix jade and john’s death.

but i guess, from what ive read, GC never realized what she did was bad. she basically screwed everyone over and dave had to go back to fix things, which yes, does sound bad. but honestly? i dont think she really realized how bad it was until davesprite had the talk with her. and now they are both friends i take it, shocking development. but thats between davesprite, rather than dave himself so there may be two different views on how he sees GC. anyways, it was pretty bad. i wont just forget that. i love her character but she killed off two characters (who thankfully are now alive), making dave a sprite and future rose to just not exist anymore. or... well.... she does, but she seemed to have fused with PRESENT rose. which i guess we’ll figure out how that works the next time we see her. which will probably be on derse. 

but, tbh, GC wanted to apologize and felt bad about the whole situation. so im giving her the benefit of the doubt here.

now.. man...

can i take a second to analyze davesprite? and a little bit about the concept of john/dave’s friendship (just a tad)? ie the two greatest things in the world? thanks.

i think the thing that hit me the hardest was how davesprite (im calling him that to distinguish which dave im talking about but keep in mind i should be calling them both dave. but this makes it easier to write up.) well, davesprite explained how he’d continue to reset the timeline until john and jade are alive. which basically means he would use himself as a sacrifice to allow their survival. which ALSO means he cares more for them than he does himself. he’d throw his life away for them. he knew there was a possibility of him ceasing to exist if they reset the timeline again. he literally said it in such a nonchalant way that it makes me wonder how much his friends really mean to him. which in retrospect, is a lot. now pls keep this in mind for the next part.

now, dave also has so much appreciation towards himself. but not in the cocky way, of course. rather in the way that shows self love?? kinda?? like he genuinely wanted to hang with davesprite, brainstorm his comic and vice versa bc they both think their alt version is that cool. i know it should sound kinda narcissistic, but listen. a lot of people dont often appreciate themselves for who they are. and what i really want to emphasize on that here, is that this comes back to the whole putting himself before others thing. because that specific line i mentioned before is a BIG FUCKING DEAL. since dave thinks so highly of himself as a cool guy, rad dude, arent we so awesome type kid that he LITERALLY didnt care for his life in that one hot second. he made sure he was a pawn used to help out his friends rather than an actual human being who should worry about his life as well. he didnt care if he survived or not in the process of making sure everything was going alright. which is such a fucking leap from this whole self-respecting thing. its as if that didnt matter anymore. and that takes a fucking beating. that shows how much dave truly loves his friends. do you know how fucking BIG THAT WHOLE DEAL IS?

take john for example. dave didnt give two shits who the person on the other line was. he found out GC was the troll who killed john and basically threatened her with every inch of his life to make her back away from him. he knew what it would cause and said “fuck you” in bright and bold. all because he didnt want to see his friend die again. which? fair enough. and if we look back at the last session, god that could mess someone up. especially someone as young as 13. rose even got the worst end of the stick bc she flat out ceased to exist. but then again, thats in the same boat as jade/john. bc they all technically died. yet davesprite didnt. he remembers it. davesprite isnt just going to forget. he’s going to have surviver’s guilt for a long time, because being dave’s guide will forever be a reminder that he’s the version in the doomed timeline. he’s the only one who knows what happened, and he wont become the “true dave” in a sense that he’s now just considered “davesprite” and nothing more, since he cant just be dave since his timeline ended up fucked. not to mention he technically said he was fine with it, bc since it meant the others survived, he wouldnt care what happened to his life. even tho he should and it still probably hurts him idk. and that kills me a little. actually, more than a little. this is personally the most gut wrenching scene in homestuck (but i may just be speculating too much). but that wont stop him from helping dave and giving him all the answer, and also protecting john with everything he has.

and, man, i feel as if he’s gonna be such a good guide for dave. he already gave him the loot, the rundown and is very open about questions dave already has because he knows how tough it probably is to have a shitty guide. considering he was stuck with calsprite for 4 months. so obviously he’s going to help as much as possible. since he probably had little to none and didnt learn as much as he should have through the course of sburb. but now, as a guide, he can easily access all the info he lost during the pathway of his timeline. and share it with dave so he doesn’t struggle and actually completes the game rather than end up in a doomed timeline like himself.

but yes. dave’s blatant adoration for john basically saved them both in a way. and it seems as if its a little mutual considering john told dave he’d always believe him no matter what in the end. how he reconsidered everything, remembered the note and realized how good their friendship is to just give it up like that. and then vice versa. dave couldnt continue on the game without him or jade, so he went back in time. and showed his pissed-off protective side in order to save john again. which warms my heart bc they both mean so much to each other. and both got each other super sentimental gifts and wrote each other such touching cards.

and thats a good way to end the session, i think.

so there we have it. ive never wanted to hug a character so bad than i do with davesprite. i just hope everyone at least acknowledges him in some way, and gives him some amount of respect for what he did for everybody. ive only met him for like 10 pages, but i think he’s the most emotional character so far. and i guess since he’s dave himself, and i feel for dave based on his situation with bro, its safe to say i would protect him with my life. which i dont want to be *that* person but hey, its true. its just that he’s been through so much bullshit, and davesprite is the only survivor of his timeline, always will be reminded of it whenever he sees dave/john/rose/jade playing the game, is now a fucking sprite who wont be able to live his own path but just be a guide and god, i feel for him. i really do.

i shouldnt have written such a long note about davesprite.. but his whole story as to how he became a thing really got to me, alright?

i should write a tldr, cool. here yall go; i actually love davesprite, he’s been through some shit and he deserves hells of respect. GC is forgiven and we’ll find out next time how both version of rose.. fused together? 

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs63 #hs63 end

[kae-karo]

Haelu! I’ve just finished one of the most god awful history essays, could I please have some cute dnp fics/gifs/theories to heal my soul? 🙃💕 (I love you btw....your like a crazy aunt who I only see on holidays and who always manages to make me smile ☺️)

Oh God history is Not my forte so bless u for making it through honestly???

Also bless u my dear child I am absolutely everyone's crazy aunt like if yall have shitty families u have to see over the holidays just remember I am also ur fam and ily and be urself and fuck the police eat the rich be kind to one another or w.e lmao I feel like i need a v eccentric sweater or smth I'm gonna find one when i get home and post a pic and I will be all y'all's crazy aunt 😘😘

ANYWAY yes okay hm let's see here I feel like I may have talked about this before but like

dan’s such a soft soul and spooky week gave us some unexpected examples of it, like we had the snail savior story during the watson scott test, the soft lil “are you okay?”, and then dan wanting to try to save the possessed girlfriend instead of attacking her (even when phil was saying they should abandon her)

like idk this isnt a theory or anything I just think it's really beautiful how the world has just thrown so so much at this man and he's come out on the other side of all this bullshit as this kind, gentle person who wants to do everything in his power to make the world a little kinder and like. Not even just in the "big" ways, like his campaigns n such, but like

little ways. saving a bunch of snails even when he sort of knows they might crawl back into the road later (I h8 how he says it tho, like someone's clearly told him his efforts arent worthwhile but bless him for doing it anyway bc his efforts are worthwhile and I hope he knows) or encouraging kindness even in a game. constantly constantly staring at the world that hurt him and saying no, not anymore, not from me and not while I'm here, not if I can make a difference

It reminds me of that whole "boy on the beach throwing beached starfish back into the sea" story, and someone coming along and telling the boy that it doesn't matter bc he can't save them all and the boy picking one up, throwing it back in the ocean, and telling the person that "it mattered to that one"

I think dan just exists as that concept, as that idea of having made even the tiniest difference, probably in part bc he just has this desire to leave a mark but also, it seems, bc he knows he can make a tiny difference, so he tries so so hard to do that

I think that also plays into the vids he makes, like above everything he says and does is this repeated desire for his content to matter? Not in the "I wanna be popular" way, but to help people or relate to them or help them not feel alone or educate or encourage or offer advice or even just give them a laugh or w.e like that is what his content is. So it makes a lot of sense that he has a hard time coming up with what he wants to do next, not necessarily only bc he's indecisive (which he is) but bc he just wants his content to make a difference

Anyway idk where that went but I hope it made u smile and have a cute gif I'm just soft today

#dnp #dan and phil #phan #dip and pip #pinof 10 #kt #ask #anon

[catboythanatos]

Adrinette April Day 14

here’s some sweet fluff to make up for not writing yesterday;;;;;;; i really like this one, actually, so i hope yall do too c:

@adrinetteapril

Day 14: Confess

“And then, I would confess to him, but, oh, I can't do that, can I-”

“Of course you can! You can do anything, Marinette!”

Marinette huffed, blushing, curling up in the corner of her bed where she and Alya sat, discussing the logistics of Marinette’s longtime crush.

“You've been friends for like, almost a year, babe, I know you wouldn't be ruining your guys’ friendship. You want him to know, don't you?”

“Yeah, but, like… only if he likes me back,” squeaked Marinette.

“Marinette,” Alya assured gently, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “He will. He does.”

“You don't know that.”

“Sure I do.”

“But what if he doesn't!? I know you say it wouldn't ruin our friendship, but wouldn't it be awkward if he knew I liked him? And he didn't like me back!? I know it’d make me feel pretty guilty…”

“But c’mon, think about it; You're still friends with Nathaniel, and you know he had a crush on you. And Nino did, too. Remember? It'll work out, no matter what, okay?”

“Okay…” Marinette was obviously still unsure. “I guess…”

Alya didn't know what else to say to reassure her. She wanted her friends to stop dancing around their obvious crushes on each other and just get together already. And she knew that, as ridiculous as it may sound looking at Marinette’s shy disposition and obvious aversion to making the first move, the blue-haired girl had to be the one to initiate in this situation. Adrien was adorable and oh so sweet, and Alya loved him to pieces, but he was just downright oblivious. He didn't know he had a crush on Mari, but he did. She knew he did. It was obvious to everyone but himself... and Marinette.

Their entire class was getting sick and tired of hearing the two pine over each other so air-headedly. Marinette, at least, knew that she was gushing over him. Adrien didn't even seem to have a clue what he was doing. In his defense, he was extremely repressed, and had never actually had friends before (Chloé notwithstanding) let alone a girlfriend.

“Girl,” Alya sighed. “Don't worry so much. If you're not ready to confess to Adrien, then you don't have to. I think you should, but this is about you, not me. It's okay if you don't yet.”

“No, I do want to!” Marinette suddenly exclaimed. “I do! I wanna tell him.” Then she pouted, excitement levels plummeting. “I'm just scared. I'm scared of what he’ll say, and I'm scared of what I’ll say, I'm so bad with my words, what if I just say something embarrassing…”

“It'll be fine, Marinette. I'm sure of it.”

“Okay…”

“You’re going on another coffee date with him tomorrow after school, aren't you?”

“Well, not a date, no, just a-”

“And you said you were wanting to tell him then, right?”

“Yeah… But… No… I don't know.” Marinette sighed heavily. “I did say that. But what if I can't?”

“Then it's no big deal! There's no pressure, Mari. Like, go for it, but don't feel bad if you have to stay in your comfort zone either. You're Adrien’s best friend! I'm sure he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable either. He will understand. No matter what happens, it'll be okay. I'm sure.”

“One hundred percent?”

“One hundred thousand percent.”

“That's not how percentages work,” Marinette smiled as Alya pulled her in for a hug.

“You'll do fine. Now, c’mon, let's go have some of those cookies your dad’s making. You'll feel better.”

--

Marinette and Adrien sat in the café, sipping their drinks in relative silence. Adrien smiled at her, she fidgeted with the hem of her top under the table.

“So, Marinette,” Adrien broke the silence.

Marinette looked up at him from where she’d been hyper fixated on the one loose string coming off of her shirt. “Hm?”

“Have you played the new Mecha Strike game yet?”

“Oh, uh, no. I haven't bought it yet. Is it any good?”

“It's awesome! You should come over and play it sometime!”

Like a date? thought Marinette. Yeah. That was smooth. She imagined herself saying it five separate times, with different hand movements and mannerisms, but the words just couldn't come out of her mouth for some reason. She looked down at her hands.

“Y-yeah, for sure! I'd love that…” Her mouth suddenly felt really dry, and she wished that she had ordered something besides a coffee.

“Marinette? Is something wrong?”

“Uhh, n-no… no…”

“You sure?” Adrien tilted his head to the side a little, curious but perfectly concerned. Marinette melted down into her seat under his questioning gaze.

“Uh, um, I, the, uh,” she stammered. She knew that she should tell him -- he already knew something was on her mind… But she really hadn’t wanted to make a scene about it. She wanted to curl up and pout; barely 10 minutes in and she was ruining everything already.

Adrien was still just looking at her, with that worry in his lovely green eyes, and his lips set into a slight frown.

“I-it’s not…” she managed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“Are you sure?” It was obvious that Adrien didn’t believe her.

Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

Marinette tried to remind herself of what Alya had said. It would go fine, no matter what.

“If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.” Adrien’s eyes were gazing into her soul, in a way she normally would have loved, but right now, she just couldn’t bear it. She stared down at her lap.

“There… is something, I guess. B-but it’s not a big deal.”

“If it’s upsetting you, then-”

“N-no, I’m not upset! Just… nervous.” Marinette met Adrien’s wide eyes finally, offering him the most petite of smiles. He seemed to light up at it, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. He was so wonderful...

“I like you,” she blurted out suddenly. She then gasped at herself, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“No, no, no, don’t be embarrassed.” Adrien’s cheeks were tainted a faded pink. “What did you say?”

“I-I, um…!” Marinette’s voice came out as a small, high-pitched squeak. “I-I… I l-l-li….”

Adrien blinked at her.

“Like… you…”

“Like me?” he echoed.

Marinette nodded very slightly, burning up with embarrassment.

“You…” Adrien quickly rouged at the realisation. “Oh, um…”

Marinette was avoiding looking at him, hoping that if she concentrated hard enough, she could cease to exist and become one with the leather chair; willing an akuma to burst through the window of the cafe and kill her and Adrien both to end this misery.

“Marinette, I…” Adrien swallowed, chuckling nervously and rubbing his neck. “I think I like you, too.”

Marinette looked up, wide-eyed. Her lips parted in a small ‘o’ of surprise. She couldn’t even find the words to express how she felt. Really? She wanted to say. For real? You, Adrien Agreste, like me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng? There’s no mix-up here? Really really? But the words didn’t come out. She just continued to gape.

“M-Marinette? You’re making me nervous here.”

“Oh! Um! Oh gosh…”

“Haha, it’s alright…”

“No, I…”

“It’s okay… y-you don’t have to say anything…”

“Okay.”

They looked at each other, each embarrassed for their own silly and nonsensical reasons. They both liked each other! There was really no need for any of this. But that was okay.

“So, are we like-- did-did you wanna be like...” Adrien said, clearing his throat. The next word came out in a whisper that sounded a little bit scared, and very unsure: “Dating?”

Marinette would have laughed at his treatment of the word ‘dating’, but it sounded fairly foreign to her, too. She swallowed. “Only…. Only if you wanted to be.”

“I think I want to be.”

“Really?”

Marinette stared up at him, eyes still blown wide. Adrien cracked a smile finally.

“Absolutely.”

Marinette thought she might melt. “O-okay!”

The rest of the date went on comfortably, and almost the same as normal, except Marinette caught Adrien blushing and stuttering, and Adrien couldn’t stop noticing the girl’s adorable freckles…

Even though it hadn’t exactly gone the way Marinette had planned, she was still ecstatic.

The pair both went home that evening with big, dumb smiles on their faces that they couldn’t shake off.

--

When Adrien arrived finally in the sanctuary of his room, his kwami emerged from his coat pocket, and immediately started laughing, as if he had been about to burst the entire date from holding in all of his teasing side comments.

“What was with all that stuttering?” Plagg howled. “Aren’t you normally cooler than that? Where’s Chat Noir, huh? Who’s this loser!?”

“Shut up!”

“I’ve never heard you so nervous! What were you even nervous about -- you already knew she liked you back!”

Adrien was bright red with embarrassment. “Yeah, but… I dunno, Plagg. She just… She’s so…!” He failed to find a comparison. “Even Ladybug has never made me feel that way before. She’s really somethin’ special.”

Plagg rolled his eyes at his chosen, who was sprawled across his couch in a theatrical swoon, looking like a human version of the heart eyes emoji. “I’ll never understand you.”

“Me either,” sighed the blond boy, sounding nothing short of delirious.

Plagg shook his head. “I’m still proud o’ you, though.”

“Proud of me? Why?”

“Ehhh…” the kwami shrugged. “Well... You’re alright, kid.”

Adrien didn’t really understand what that meant, but he’d accept any compliment from the normally sarcastic kwami. “You’re alright, too.”

Adrien sighed dreamily again.

“I’m better than alright, though. I have a girlfriend, Plagg. Oh wow… That feels kinda funny to say, doesn’t it… Girlfriend…” Adrien was giggling like a baby, or someone high on something you can only find in a dentist’s office.

“Alright, I take it back. I don’t even have words for how much you’re embarrassing me, Adrien. I’m going to ignore you now.”

“Mmm, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“Uh huh.”

“Like, if an akuma attacked right now, I wouldn’t even hear you say ‘transform me.’ Although you probably wouldn’t notice it anyway, you wouldn’t notice an akuma even if it punched you in the face, you’re so wrapped up in your own little world here.”

Adrien just laughed lightly. “Yup, sure, whatever.”

“Whoa, wait, I’m ignoring you, you’re not ignoring me. Stop that. I’m trying to complain about you.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Hey!!”

Adrien closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. Plagg continued to protest, but he had really stopped listening now. Marinette is my girlfriend….

“Hey, Adrien!! Adrien!!! Ugh, the nerve! Goddammit. He’s so dumb. He never listens. He’s an idiot. A lovesick idiot. She’s Ladybug, too. Not that he cares, no, he doesn’t even care. I know who Ladybug is and it’s his goddamn girlfriend and he doesn’t even care!” Plagg huffed. “Kids these days…”

#adrinetteapril2018 #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #my writing #chat noir #ml plagg #im tagging this one more bc i actually really love it #this is like ao3 worthy almost #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculeuse coccinelle #ml #mlb #adrinette fluff

[cookierin-simp]

GAMER MOAN! - A DIRTY FANFICTION OF OBEY ME!

Pairing : Leviathan X fem! reader X Mammon

Gender implications : female body mentioned

Tw: smut smut smut and smut, long smut fics, horny demons

A/N : heyy lovelies! It's a long smut because I overdid it hehe. Also I hc that Leviathan have his own fitting room in his room lol. I might have to do part 2 of this fanfic, if yall request~, hehehe

Warning : please expect grammatical errors and typos. English isn't my first language and I am horny while writing this so it suck to write while horny.

MAMMON'S ROOM!

"fuck!" Mammon spat. "Damn it Levi, go easy on me!"

Mammon heard a giggle through his headphone when he confess his anger. He knew damn well he was being insulted by his little brother. Well, it's not that shocking, he knew he lose either way. Leviathan is an otaku, after all.

"I think it's better if I show my full potential in this game" Levi enthusiasm perked. He clicked the mouse as well as professionally pressed the keyboards, revealing the golden moves which resulted of three headshots for one bullet. Mammon, with his team bot, from 12 to 3 thanks to Leviathan no ordinary skills in gaming.

"Agh!!!" Mammon yelled through his gaming mic. Throat releasing his stress and tense. All his teammates, though was just a bot, was being grieved by the white haired demon.

"MAMMON LOSE"

It was being showed wide on Mammon gaming screen. Spitting out his non existence spit, he mumble. "Tch, I knew it, don't go remind me about that"

Clicking the button underneath the words, he was brought back to the game lobby.

It's not everyday for Mammon and Leviathan to play pc games together. They usually do game a lot but with consoles. The reason why Mammon wont use the gaming pc frequently was because it was specialised to play online game with MC once they are in human world. To maintain its quality and all, it mustn't be touch everyday! At least that's what Mammon thought.

But MC is in Devildom right now, it's okay to use this pc once a while. All thanks to Leviathan begging him to play

LEVIATHAN'S ROOM

"Mammon, you there?" Levi asked through his gaming mic with ruri chan sticker stamped at it. He arched his back and stretch himself on his expensive gaming chair while waiting for his brother to respond.

You, on the other hand, is trying a shirt that Leviathan just sewed in the third born room. It reveals your chest, your thighs, your armpit and your buttock. "Holy fucking shit" you cussed.

You enjoyed cosplaying. Hell, in human world, you always find cosplaying is a fun thing to do. Even if it just a simple makeup, mimicking your favourite characters tattoos or cursed mark, it does make you feel like, you are in the world of the series.

You confessed this to Leviathan, he was thrilled and start making you tons of clothes. But today, he told you that he have a special request. That he wanted you to try on his newest design.

You agreed, because you never knew it would become a slutty shirt.

Muting the mic, Levi shouted your name. Asking you to show yourself. You froze at his voice. Goddamn, should you ever walk out with this outfit? If Lucifer sees you wearing such a slutty ouffit, you are done for. His lectures never sound like a music to your ear.

Swiping the dust off your shoulder, you slap yourself, encouraging that the sooner you act, the sooner it would end. Opening the fitting room door, you were met with Leviathan eating roasted lizard flavored pocky while fidgeting his headphone wire.

"Levi" you called, though your hand tried so hard to pull down the skirt, for you felt your thigh exposed with the thick air in the otaku room.

"AAAAA" he screamed, completely forgetting the fact he unmute his mic. Falling of from the chair, he covered his face up. His skin mimic the color of snowflakes yet his cheeks tinted like a strawberry.

You could hear a faint voice belongs to Mammon and it came from Levi's headset.

"Levi! Oi Levi!" Mammon called. "What happened there? Ya good?" he questioned.

No response from Levi as the otaku still need to chill his shy side, Mammon decide to throw a threat.

"If ya ain't answering, imma go and check what's up with ya!" rather than threat, it was just a matter of a brother worrying about his sibling.

Slowly, Levi get himself together, still not facing you, and put on his headset. "Yeah I'm good. Mammon, please create the room and add me" Leviatahan muted after his request.

As he sat on his gaming chair, he turned his way facing you. You can still see the blush on his face. He was turning red.

"I... Um... I think I did a great job at this ouffit" he praised... himself.

Feeling a little bit naughty although you have quite a battle with yourself about not being a slut, you came closer to him and place his hand up your inner thigh. "I think you should have make this skirt a little inch long, I can feel the air brushing me down there"

Funny thing is, your face maintain innocent while saying such a dirty things to him. He was overload with excitement down his crotch. "h.. Huh?! Y... You... Need to warn me before doing that!" he mad.

You kneel. Head looking up to him. The envy demon is being controlled with lust as he subconsciously spread his legs wider, giving you a better access to whatever you will do to him "But don't you the one who created this dress?"

Pressing your palm to his clothed dick that already formed a tent, you teasingly stroked it. "So it does mean that you wanted it, no?" you provoked. His eyes never meet yours and he's been starring at your chest, since you came out from the fitting room.

"hey Levi" you said as he finally realised that your eyes were up and not down. Luckily he was lazy enough to wear a belt, it's easy to take his grey pants off.

Taking off Leviathan pants, you can hear that his breathe gets heavier after he knew his big dick sprung to your face and the fact you were shocked by his length, he feel even more hornier. He is well shaved, that was shocking. Well, what part in Devildom that never shook you?

You put both of your wrist together, pretending that you were handcuffed by invisible handcuff. "Today, I am your sex toy, use your hand to move my head" teasingly smirked to him as you rest your head on his thigh, acting like a sweet cat or puppy.

Leviathan gasped at the words, you can see how his eyes were waiting at the sight of fucking you. He heard your request loud and clear. No, it's not a mistake, he finally can throw all his fleshlight away and will be treating your mouth like one.

Thinking with his dick, he put his cock straight into your mouth as his other hand grabbed a fistful amount of your hair to move your head. His cock is big, thick and throbbing like crazy. The pink tip touches your throat and you find it hard to maintain your gag reflex.

But Leviathan love the sound of you choking to his dick. The sound of you begging for air. He grunt everytime his tip contact with the back of your throat.

"h.. Mh... MC..." his eyes were half lidded as he threw his head back. "I'm such a slutty otaku am I? Is this my punishment for watching porn of human everyday?" he mumbled. Leviathan's mind filled with sex to the point he would just say anything that came across his mind.

Though you have no control with your own blowjobs, you in fact can control your tongue movement. Instead of just let the wall of your mouth pleasuring Levi's hard cock, you let your tongue do the action, slithered it around his dick to provoke him to the end.

Levi cried from pleasure. Now his other hand grabbed your hair, brutally held it as he pull and push your head. "good fucking human" he praised, increasing the speed of your blowjobs as he almost came.

He stopped midway though his dick was still hard. Hell, his cock was throbbing, crying to cum.

Wiping the precum leaking from your mouth, the envy demon who is driven with lust stood up. You were curious of what happened.

No matter how heavy you are, the demons always carry you as if you never weight at all. That's include Leviathan too. Damn, he is strong, both body and dick. That's probably came from his daily 3 hours of swimming.

Placing you on his gaming chair, you guys switched position. He's kneeling as he spread your legs wide only to find your favourite underwear protecting your pussy.

He was a little bit disappointed "I was hoping that you never wear underwear at all" he confess, with a blush on his face. Innocence perked at his face as he looked in your eyes "MC... why do I say things like this..." he murmured.

His face grew closer and closer to your clit. His heavy breath at your sex sent a jolt to your spine. You are wet, very wet and it all just because you suck someone dick.

Levi's tongue flick your clothed clit, taste testing a human fluid. "woaa, is this how human tasted? Far more sweet than demons!" he excited.

He doesn't wanted to end the sex early, that's why he offered an oral sex to you too knowing damn well he would cum inside your mouth if he didn't stop. He really hoped to fuck your pussy with the dress he sewed. Lord Diavolo! His 3 days and 3 nights of making it was very worth it!

"MC, wear my headset and unmute"

MAMMON'S ROOM

Hearing the unmute sound coming from Levi's profile, Mammon finally spoke "Thought ya chickening yourself for a moment"

No response from Levi's side. Just a subtle sound of air and breathing. Mammon filed no complaint on that. "Alright so I'm choosing the headquarters ya?"

Still no answer, but the breathing behind the mic intensifies. Mammon's eyebrow raised, is his brother is in fever? It is very abnormal for Leviathan to have fever, he never came out from his room, what could possibly be infecting his health?

"Yo Levi, are you okay?" asked the white haired boy out of worry. Mammon fidgeting his controller as he wait for Levi to respond. He wanted to at least beat Levi one time in the game so he can bragged about it to MC. The images are foggy but he could make it clear, at least...

From the other side, Mammon could hear a mic being grabbed violently "Yeah Mammon everything fine, um you can start the game" Levi's voice finally came through. It's weird that Leviathan let him pick a place, usually he wouldn't let normies does it because 'it's a disgrace to the otaku community'. Of course, Mammon picked the headquarters because he already know the map really well.

The game started and Mammon slightly chuckled "Be ready Levi! Ya bro gonna crush ya in pieces!" he yelled. Professionally clicking his mouse and keyboards, he tried his best not to meet up with Levi's game character. Mammon is good enough to beat a bot but not to beat Leviathan.

"tch! Bot supposed to be harder than an actual player!" he mumbled while pouted.

Mammon hid at one of the game usual hidespot. 3 minutes passed and he still didn't bumped into Leviathan. Usually, the otaku will target Mammon out of all opponents for he knew Mammon could easily beat the bots. Maybe the images of him winning is getting clear? He amused.

Carefully escaped the hidespot, he make his way through the enemy territory to plant a bomb, as what the game required him to do in order to win, killing the last person of the opposite team is also another way to win the game. But it often impossible with Leviathan around.

Heart pumped, anxiety taking over, Mammon cross one of the bridges in the game to reach the place. 'Fuck, I could actually win!' Mammon heart filled with joy.

Not long until he saw Leviathan's game character at the enemy territory. Wait, Leviathan didn't even move from the spot since the game started? Is this his weird otakh tactics? But Mammon killed all of his teammates, so technically there's no one that could back Leviathan up.

'god I can actually shoot him from afar, then I'll win!'

Picking up his shotgun, Mammon aimed for Levi's head as he pressed F to trigger the gun. "BA!!! TASTE MY VICTORY" the white haired demon cheered. Leviathan's characters recieved the damage and falls on the ground as a sign of death.

For once finally, Mammon win. He was cheering, clapping his gaming desk as the words victory showed wide on the screen. "FINALLY!" He overjoyed.

"One more time! My beloved brother!" Mammon requested. But no voice came through.

It's actually very weird that Leviathan was quiet throughout the game. All he heard was breathing and sometimes gasping. But Mammon was too focus on winning, he doesn't even try to comprehend what was going on.

Again, a subtle moan from Levi's side fed his curiosity. Why does Leviathan moan like a girl? Ha... Ha..?

"Lmao why did ya fucking moan, watching porn while ya playing games with me?" Mammon joking, hoping that somehow Leviathan will deny his statement. But instead, a clear moan greeted him from his headset.

"Levi! Fuck there!"

Clearly, that's your voice. Oh god did Leviathan fucked you while he was so invested of winning?

But the thought of you getting railed right now, the thought of you in heat, you caused a tent at his crotch. Mammon blushed at the image of eating you out. Fuck, he could come in Leviathan's room right now and shoved his dick in your mouth while telling you about his disappointment of not fucking you earlier than he should.

But instead, he pull his black boxer down, his hard erected cock sprung out. Slender finger wrapped around his dick as he enjoy your moan through his headset. His mind imagining slutty things that you are doing right now at the other side.

As a response, Mammon moan back, signalling to you that he's also masturbated to your voice. "don't forget that I'm here, MC" he mumbled as his stroke become faster. "moan again, please, I wanna cum so bad" Mammon pleaded.

You, on the other hand, is filled with embarrassment. Not knowing how will you going to have family dinner. You can't face Mammon after he knew everything now.

But if you didn't moan like he requested so, he would be sad right? You have to make up after get caught fucking Leviathan, right?

LEVIATHAN'S ROOM

"Levi! F.. Fuck.. Your... Your tongue" you cried out of pleasure. Your leg was spreading wide as Leviathan hand clung at your thighs. Your pussy dripped as Leviathan keep sucking your clit. Three of his finger is fucking your hole, abusing your g spot. You ruin his gaming chair but he didn't mind.

From the headset that you've been wearing, you can hear the sound of Mammon sloppy dick as he masturbated to your moan. "MC... come... come suck my dick..." Mammon whiny voice begged. Your legs shivers for his voice and from Leviathan skilled tongue.

You threw your head back, feeling the intense pleasure down your clit and up your ears. You're going to cum, the knot in your stomach ready to untie. "c...cumming...fuck..." you warned Levi and remind Mammon. But do Levi care? Not a little. He's devouring every single drop of your thick fluid, the lube for his dick to fuck your pussy. His tongue swirl around your plumped pussy, fingers hitting your g spot, provoking you to squirt.

"ya gonna cum huh? Yeah cum with me, cum for me, i wanna cum too..." Mammon growl, encouraging you for your release. Does Mammon bought an expensive microphone? Because you can hear his breathing and his wet dick very clearly. No doubt, you turned on by that.

Finally on your last thread as Levi sucked your throbbed clit, you finally cum inside his mouth. The fluid dripped down his chin as he took few lick to your sensitive pussy. His three finger make a way out your whole, it was dripping with wetness. Leviathan stood up and towering you as he shoved his finger down your throat. While abusing your mouth, he take his headset and wore it.

"Mammon, if you want your cue, come to my room"

part 2 hm hm hm

PART 2 IS UP

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[phan-of-the-pen]

I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 12

HI YALL IVE GOT A NEW CHAPTER OUT OF THE BLUE THAT I JUST WROTE BC @dansyellowshirt AND AN ANON WERE LOVELY AND MADE ME SMILE SO IVE BEEN TYPING FURIOUSLY FOR THE PAST HOUR OR SO ENJOYYYY

Tags for chapter: F L U F F, kissing

Words for chapter: ~2.7k

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

(ao3!)

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When Dan woke up it was dark in his flat. The television was off—which was not how Dan remembered leaving it—and none of his lights were on. The only source of light in the whole flat were the blinds on his big window being drawn, letting the moonlight filter into the room and giving everything the softest edge.

He groaned after a moment of realizing that he was awake, shuffling his body a little to try and get more comfortable. It was dark—obviously he wasn't supposed to be awake yet if the sun wasn't even up so why the fuck was he?

Dan started to try and think back to what had happened earlier to put him in this position, however, when he started to move, whatever he was lying on top of shifted as well and let out a soft-yet-very human sound. Dan held his breath and suppressed a scream. What the fucking hell-

Dan tried to jerk his body up into a sitting position only to fail due to some kind of weight resting on the small of his back. His heart still racing, Dan snapped up his neck instead of his whole body only to come face-to-face with Phil's sleeping one.

What the goddamn hell-

Oh.

Everything came rushing back to him all at once, and relieved at the fact that he hadn't been tied down to his couch by burglars or something just as utterly ridiculous in his sleep, Dan let out a breath and relaxed against Phil, feeling the anxiety in his system start to drain out.

His peace of mind didn't last long, though, because half a heartbeat later he was blushing horribly and his head was already thinking of a million different excuses to...to explain whatever this was.

Phil was lying on his back on the sofa, head propped up against the armrest. Dan was curled on top of him, his head tucked under Phil's neck and right up on his chest (Dan had a feeling that Phil's chin had been resting on his head while they had both been asleep. The thought made his heart race a little bit faster). Their bodies were tangled together under the duvet, their legs intertwined and Phil's arms cast around Dan's waist, Dan's own arms pulled under himself. The duvet itself was draped over the both of them in a bit of a mess, slipping off of the sofa and onto the floor at the one corner.

Dan glanced up once again. Phil's face was smushed comically against the junction of the back of the couch and the armrest, mouth parted and hair sticking up in more ways than what was probably physically possible. His glasses—when the fuck had they appeared?—were askew and slipping off the bridge of his nose. Dan felt a dopey smile spread across his face. Phil was adorable when he was sleeping but still as much of an endearing mess as he was when he was awake. Unbelievable.

He reached up and lifted the black frames from Phil's face, gently to try and avoid waking the older man. Phil didn't even stir, and Dan twisted around, reaching with his arm out to place the glasses on his coffee table. Phil grumbled in his sleep at Dan's fidgeting and brought his arms a little tighter around Dan's waist, one of his legs twitching. Dan snorted out of amusement, but settled back into place and held himself still.

Under normal circumstances, Dan's head would be going crazy. He would be unconsciously psychoanalyzing everything in the situation and he would be doubting himself in his normal manner. But in a pleasant change of heart—or mind, rather—his head was staying blissfully quiet. Dan didn't have an explanation for it; it might have been because of waking up not too long ago, or maybe because he had absolutely exhausted himself with all of his emotional distress lately, or something else. Regardless, Dan wasn't going to force it. The quiet thoughts were a welcome change.

Dan let his eyes drift up past Phil's face and to the exposed window and the stars outside of it. He had always loved to look at the stars ever since he was younger, and now that he was laying on top of Phil, letting himself be held, his head quiet, everything was so much better. If time decided to freeze right at this moment, Dan wouldn't even care.

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The next thing Dan knew, he was yawning and cracking his eyes open.

He groaned from the light nearly blinding him as soon as he lifted his eyelids even a little bit, and moved to tuck his face into the couch cushions, but ended up snuggling down further into the duvet still draped over him and shifting his whole body as well to try and get more comfortable. Dan started to nod off once more, when he suddenly realized that he was alone on said sofa.

Picking his head up and blearily opening his eyes, Dan looked around the lounge. He didn't see Phil anywhere, but his glasses weren't on the coffee table anymore.

Did he leave?

Dan jumped as a loud yelp sounded form the kitchen and as well as what Dan could only guess was something metal—a fork or knife, maybe—clattering to the ground.

"Phil?"

Dan didn't get an answer, but he could hear Phil muttering to himself in the background, so very reluctantly, Dan rolled off of the couch and tugged the duvet tighter around his shoulders, not willing to give up the comfort just yet. Dan padded into the kitchen. A large handful of his cabinets were open and there were two bowls of cereal on the counter, the box of Crunchy Nut that Dan had left on the floor yesterday next to the poured cereal. Phil was bent over, picking up a spoon from the floor, which was probably what Dan had heard falling.

"Phil?" Dan said again, with a bit of a yawn this time, rubbing his eye. He was tired as hell.

Phil jumped about a dozen feet into the air and dropped the spoon yet again, it clattering away from Phil's foot. Phil spun around with a hand on his chest, eyes wide.

"Dan! You scared me!"

"Phil," Dan sighed, rolling his eyes a little but smiling nonetheless, "sometimes I'm surprised by you, really."

"Look, here I am trying to get us both a nice breakfast-"

"Of cereal? Scratch that, of my cereal?"

"Oh shut it. Like I said, here I was, being the perfect guest and you just scare me. Rude." Phil said, sticking his tongue out and picking up the dropped silverware. He slid the now-dirty spoon into Dan's sink and went to reach for another, but Dan stopped him.

"Don't bother, I don't think I have any milk to pour in anyways, so we don't really need spoons as long as you don't have some weird 'no-eating-with-hands' thing I need to know about." Dan walked over and picked up his bowl of cereal, giving Phil a little, appreciative smile. "C'mon, we can eat in the lounge on my couch."

Dan didn't really wait for Phil, but he could hear him moving—presumably—to follow Dan. As an afterthought, Dan called over his shoulder, "And close the cabinet doors!" to which Phil replied with a very indignant sounding "Yes, mum!"

Within a few moments of Dan dropping himself back onto the couch, Phil was there as well, sitting on the other end, their legs both in the middle and on top of each other. Dan was reminded of a few nights ago, with them playing video games, his feet draped over Phil's lap, and what happened after. Dan looked at Phil out of the corner of his eye. He didn't really mind if he could get the chance to kiss Phil again. But the question was; did Phil?

They ate in silence, but it wasn't an oppressive one, just the two of them munching and enjoying each other's company. Dan's thoughts were still a little hopeful, a little wary, but he tried to keep them tame enough to not show; he didn't want to ruin this with his insecurities.

Dan finished his breakfast first, and he tapped his fingers against the ceramic for a few moments before he gave in.

"Hey, Phil?"

"Yeah?"

He had to know.

"Last night you said we wouldn't talk about anything until I slept, and well...I don't have work for-" Dan looked at the clock on his wall, "-another hour." He purposely left half of his question unsaid, and Phil nodded in understanding, making Dan simultaneously breathe out a little sigh of relief and tighten his grip on his bowl in anxious anticipation.

"Just because of time, I don't think we should talk about anything too heavy," Phil began, finishing the bite in his mouth and swallowing, "but, I think you're right. We do have a bunch of stuff to sort out."

"Mhm...what do you, uh, want to sort out then?" Dan asked. He felt nervous and unlike earlier, he was sure that it showed with how his fingers wouldn't stop moving along the ceramic and how his shoulders were tense and pulled tight to his body.

Phil just smiled and plucked the empty bowl from Dan's hand, putting both of their bowls on the table near them and scooting forward. Phil clasped one of their hands together, and with the skin-on-skin contact his heart started to beat a little bit happier in his chest. Phil leaned in until their faces were close enough for Dan to see the starbursts of his eyes, and let his other hand fall to the side of Dan's head.

"Can I kiss you, Dan?" Phil asked, his voice low.

"Yes," Dan breathed, his voice even quieter than Phil's.

This kiss wasn't like the ones they shared that night. It was softer, but still filled to the brim with emotion. These emotions, however, weren't like the powerful, fast, desperate ones that had dominated their kisses before. They were much more gentle, filled with a more soothing warmth, and—dare he say it—drenched in a feeling that Dan couldn't help but think as something similar to adoration.

Phil's mouth was warm and his lips were velvet soft, dragging across Dan's, his thumb brushing Dan's cheekbone over and over, making Dan's head spin. Dan's eyes had long drifted closed, and he just let himself relax into the cushions, absolutely melting under the kisses Phil was giving him.

He nipped at Dan's lip and pulled back, Dan's head following him until his neck just wouldn't stretch anymore and he had to let it fall back against the sofa, a pout on his features but not even caring if Phil saw.

"Phil, come back," Dan whined. Phil giggled at his antics, but decidedly didn't lean back in to kiss Dan breathless like he wanted him to. Instead, Phil brought their linked hands up so they could both see them and started to play with Dan's knuckles.

"Dan, I wasn't kidding when I said I've fallen for you, completely and utterly. You're Dan Howell and you have my heart, right here in your hands." Phil squeezed Dan's hand with his own. "I would love nothing more than if you gave me the chance to be your boyfriend. To take you out on dates, and watch shitty Netflix movies with, and dance in the kitchen with at 3AM when we certainly should be sleeping, and, yes, to play with your hair just like you said you love. I want to kiss you and surprise you at the coffee shop and do all the cheesy things couples do." Phil leaned in and dropped a series of little, feather-light kisses to Dan's forehead. "What do you say," he whispered, "will you give me the chance?"

"Phil," Dan said, drilling his eyes shut. He could feel his insecurities rising again, just as illogical as usual, and just as self-depreciative. "I can't love you completely, like how you deserve. If we were to date—and god, do I want to date you—you'd have to give up sex because I'm sorry but I'm too sex repulsed to try and do anything with you, and I'd never be able to stand anything like an open relationship, and-"

"Dan, Dan, shhh," Phil said, starting to stroke Dan's cheek again. It was incredibly soothing, and helped settled some of Dan's racing thoughts. "I don't care. I don't care. I can live perfectly content with never having sex again for the rest of my life if I have you, Dan. You are a thousand times better than sex, alright? And you can love me completely even if you aren't sexually attracted to me. I don't need physical pleasure to be happy or be loved 'as I deserve' even if that's what your ex and parents told you when you came out. All you need is love to give, and I have a feeling that you have a lot of that from shutting yourself out for so long."

Their gazes were connected, and Dan didn't know if he was going to start crying or laughing—maybe both. Phil was smiling gently, his eyes so tender in their expression, and Dan wanted nothing more than to kiss this man, to kiss him and hug him and just hide them both away from the world to just be happy together.

So that's what Dan did.

Dan surged forward, wrapping his arms around Phil's shoulders and pulling him in, their mouths crashing together. Dan kissed him like he was a dying man and he was trying to commit the feeling of Phil's mouth to memory, and Phil returned the sentiment just as eagerly, carding his hands through Dan's hair and following every press of Dan's lips with his own.

God, why did Dan ever try and deny himself from falling in love with Phil? Why did he get so caught up in being scared of what happened in the past to enjoy the future? Why didn't he start kissing this man sooner?

Dan didn't know any answers to his questions, but fuck it didn't matter.

They broke away because they had started to run out of air and Dan brought his hands up to Phil's face, cupping it, and nodding, shaking his head up and down furiously, moisture shining in his eyes. He couldn't help it—he didn't remember the last time he had felt. So. Loved. And. Accepted.

"Yes, yes yes yes, Phil, god, I'd want nothing more," Dan whispered, chasing his own words with little kisses on Phil's cheeks, his nose, his forehead, everywhere.

Phil's entire face lit up like the fucking sky and a smile blinding enough to shadow the sun took over his face. He brought them back together, and this time their kiss was slow, both of them smiling into it, wrapped up in each other.

"Daniel Howell, you just made me the happiest man on this side of the Thames."

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No matter how much Dan might not have wanted to, they had to disentangle themselves much sooner than preferable because Dan had to shower and get ready for work. He had already been let off the hook by Jaime once, and he refused to leave her hanging like that for a second day in a row. Plus, he needed the money desperately.

However, things were different than his normal routine. Because when he got out of the shower, Phil kissed him on the way in. Because Phil was standing in his kitchen, scrolling on his phone, in Dan's own clothes because Phil only had his Tesco's uniform and he had already slept in it last night. Because they had walked out together, Phil's hand snaking down to intertwine in Dan's within a block of leaving Dan's flat. Because Phil had gone out of his way to walk Dan to work even if it was in the opposite direction of his own flat. Because Phil kissed Dan sweetly on the lips before letting him go, promising to stop in later.

But as Dan walked in the shop, a million emotions swirling in his chest, threatening to burst, they settled, each one fluttering away until only one was left, making Dan's limbs feel light and warm, putting a dumbstruck smile on his face that he knew would end up lasting the whole day.

Dan was happy.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

#phanfiction #phanfic #my fics #dan howell #phil lester #ace!dan #weatherman!phil #au #i dare you to stay #fluff #kissing #chaptered #i dare you to stay: chapter 12 #allyssaTM #phan

[neen-writes]

Silver for Monsters -- Ch. 6

Series: Witcher/Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gajevy

Summary: In a world ravaged by monsters where magic is becoming outlawed and nonhumans are hunted, the Witcher known as Black Steel Gajeel takes up a contract. He expects to find a simple old herbalist, terrorized by a beast in the woods. But in his many years he has learned to never trust what he expects.

Note: I had a bit more fun with this Chapter because I got to play with my demons a little bit, and start getting the storyline rolling a bit more.  I love a chance to write a good ole beast, and certainly enjoyed leavin’ yall with something a bit ominous.  Enjoy!  Also special thanks to @bluuesparrow and @spikerr for being my cheerleaders :]

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Brilliant green eyes looked out over the small village.  Rather, the ruins of it.  Smoke still rose in weak plumes from fire places that had been snuffed out by collapsed buildings.  All was silent save for the periodic caws of crows, calling for others to join the feast that had been left for them.  Bodies buried in homes, thrown against trees…

The petite woman stopped in front of one of those trees, her gaze slowly lifting to examine the unearthly creature that had been pinned there on a splintered branch through its chest.  Black blood, becoming more viscous, trailed down the bark towards a large pool on the roots.  “This tree might be cursed.  One day…” her voice was a whisper, perhaps speaking to the hound-like demon that was stuck there.  There might have been a glimmer of disgust across her face, but it was gone in an instant, leaving only cold determination.  

“I liked it here,” she added, looking over her shoulder at the destruction.  She looked like it was something she was familiar with, like she had been in this position before.  

That was because she had.  

She did not remember what leveled the village, but she did remember the hounds arriving and slaughtering the kind old woman that had been taking care of her these past few weeks.  She remembered the anguish she felt for that woman, and helplessness she felt as the beasts turned their attention to her, eyes red and bottomless.  

Then she was here, staring at the ruin of it all with no recollections of the events in between.  But she knew what had happened and when part she had played in all this ruin.  It was an old story, and all that was left was to keep running from it.  “You try so hard with these mindless weapons of yours but but…” she hung her head, spun gold falling in a curtain around her face.  She shook her head after a quiet moment, “Time to move on again.”

She took a step as though to leave, but instead of walking out of the village, her image rippled like liquid.  A loud hiss, and then she stepped right out of existence, just as a crow landed on the head of the hound and worked at plucking out its eyes.

Minutes after, another presence appeared in the destruction.  “Hhh…” a long, hissing breath through sharpened teeth, “So close, and yet...”  The figure stopped in front of the same tree and took a large, black-clawed paw to drag it through the saturated soil.  It… he lowered his long, narrow head to sniff at the fresh footprints, curling a lip to show off multiple jagged fangs.  The creature looked much like the one pinned to the tree, and yet entirely different.  Larger, almost the size of a horse, and with a sentient gaze in his red-orange eyes.  Ram-like horns curled around either side of his face, a stiff mane of black extended down the ridge of his neck, and most remarkably, a large tail swayed slightly behind him.  It wasn’t the presence of a tail that made it remarkable, but rather what it was made of.  Exposed bone plates interlocked down the length of the appendage, some moving just enough that it was clear he had full control over their manipulation.  

“What a good little runner you are…”  Just barely missed her.  The hounds had sniffed her out and then, the signals went silent.  Spooked her into clearing the entire field, and then she was gone again before he could arrive.  He was fast, but not that fast.  But still, even on the hound’s face, he did not express signs of frustration.  Rather, just continued intrigue.  The calm composure of someone that was not out of options, and had not been fully thwarted.

He turned, heavy but muffled footsteps carrying him away from the tree.  As he passed the pinned corpse, muscled rippled and tensed all along his grey-furred body and along that tail every bone plate snapped upright to brandish deadly spikes.  Like a club, he swung his tail full force into the body, sending all the crows into the air with a splash of black blood.

“Time to stir the pot, my friend,” the hound hissed.

From the shadows of a ruined house, a disembodied voice answered him. “Would you like me to give our dear king something to sweat about?”  

“No,” the beast paused, the bone plates of his tail flattening down.  “Paranoia comes easily to him.  He’s already mine.  But our Emperor is just a hair too comfortable in his palace, he doubts our little prophecy.  Break down the door and remind him what he’s dealing with.”

“With pleasure,” the voice replied, still without a form, as both melted away.

“And I, will make sure our game pieces find something worthwhile…”

“Get inside before the guards catch wind of you,” Natsu urged, wholly unaware of what had them both stopped in their tracks.  Still, they came inside at his command and he closed the door behind them after a glance out at the streets.  

When the door shut, their illusion magic melted away and both pulled their hoods back, gaping at Gajeel.  After a quiet moment, both women looked to Natsu and spoke in unison, “You know each other?”

The blacksmith stood there agape, looking to Gajeel with his brows raised.  “I take it the little one is your sorceress?” he asked, finally putting on a smirk.

“I am not li--”

“She is not my--”

Cutting each other off, Gajeel and Levy stared directly at each other for a heavy moment.  

The blacksmith took a deep breath and crossed his arms.  “Okay,” Natsu started, glancing at Lucy, “Because they’re apparently great at communicating, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

The blonde shifted on her feet, “Things have changed.  I don’t know what, or how much, but my friend was found out after months of successful hiding.  She made it here thanks to your friend, but we came to see what you’ve heard.  Because we need to know what our next steps should be, and I still haven’t gotten any word from any of my, associates.  I was hoping… you’d have something new for me.”

Natsu paused, looking between the two of them, to Gajeel, and back again.  The look he gave the blonde sorceress was not lost on the perceptive Witcher; there was a certain focus, interest on her that he did not deign to give others.  “Well, funny you should come by,” he started, “Because your intuition is right.”  He proceeded to tell them everything he had told Gajeel the night before.  The unnamed envoy, Radovid’s presence in port, and the Nilfgaardian involvement as well.  The gravity of the topic had both of them sitting down by the end of it, while Gajeel lingered like a grim statue at the edge of the room.  His gaze kept landing on the little mage, and every time he had to force himself to focus it on Natsu so he wouldn’t be caught staring.  The tug on his heart, being so close to her, was enough of an ache that he found himself wondering why his medallion wasn’t humming.  He wasn’t dense, he knew something unearthly had to be afoot here, but he also felt uninclined to investigate it.

When Natsu finished, the two sorceresses exchanged worried glances.  “You really shouldn’t have come here,” Lucy finally said to Levy.

“And you shouldn’t be staying here, yet here we are,” she lobbed back.  

“I got one more thing for you, I was hoping you’d come by,” he began, “It’s nothing solid but, a couple weeks back I overheard some men talking in the Rosemary; travelling merchants, commenting about a woman they spotted on the road somewhere north of the territory.  Just a couple drunk blokes talking about a woman but, they kept remarking about her strikin’, blood-red hair.”

Both Lucy and Levy piqued, looking to each other as the same thought crossed their minds.

“Now, before you get all fired up, like I said it’s nothing solid, but you don’t see people all that often with that color hair ‘round here, less so with it a color strong enough to talk about.  Could be your Scarlett, could not.  Do with it what you want but that’s all I’ve got,” he finished.

Gratitude was evident on the blonde’s face and she smiled at him warmly, “Thank you, this is the most you’ve given me yet.  I’m… afraid I don’t--”

Natsu raised his hands to stop her, “I know, it’s alright.  My friend here brought me something instead, I’ll be fine.”

Lucy looked like she was going to say something back, but Levy interrupted her, a bit too eager on the information they had already been given.  “It might be worth trying,” Levy offered to her skeptical friend, “It’s the most we’ve gotten in a long time, and the closest we might get to her.”

Lucy leveled a cautious look at her, wringing her hands in her lap.  “Levy, this information doesn’t necessarily call for action.  We came here for an update but… what can we actually do with this?” she replied, erring on the side of caution.  “We can’t go out looking for her based on just bare rumor.  Not when we are being hunted from all sides, it isn’t safe.”

Levy looked down to her lap for several moments, weighing the words that had more truth than she wanted to acknowledge.  “Erza is, arguably, the only person that knows why we are being hunted.  Why Emhyr and Radovid are suddenly working together, and what threats await us.  Even if we can’t reach the others, our survival hangs on finding her.  Divinations won’t work, neither will hydromancy.  What else do we have to rely on other than rumor?”

Gajeel, silent up until this moment, spoke up before he fully realized what he was committing to.  “I know someone.”  All eyes turned to him including the blacksmith’s.  Uncomfortably, he shifted under the attention and scrutiny of everyone on the room, instantly regretting speaking up.  Through the whole conversation he had been an observer, unsure if he should leave or just keep quiet.  Neither one of them truly knew him, so what part could he possibly have in all of this?  And yet, his mouth opened before he had a chance to reason himself out of it.  “If someone thinks they saw her in the north, I’ve got a buddy who would know for sure.”

Natsu lifted a brow at his Witcher friend, catching on to his thought process, “Do you mean...?”

Gajeel nodded in confirmation.  Natsu sat back thoughtfully, looking like he was weighing the worth of such a connection.  “Got a friend, and if anything is happenin’ in the northern territories, he will know about it,” the Witcher offered.  “It’s his specialty, and I happen to be one of the only people who know how to find him.”

Levy gave him a questioning stare, looking between everyone else in the room.  She still hadn’t moved totally past the fact that she had found Gajeel here by chance when seeking out Lucy’s informant.  This was the third time chance had thrown the two of them together.  As much as any form of sense was telling her to avoid him, especially after her ominous dream, she couldn’t pass the chance to follow this lead if Lucy wouldn’t.  “I assume you are offering passage to this friend of yours?” she asked, “In exchange for more coin?”

Gajeel tried to give her the steadiest look he could.  “Yes.  But I can… modify the agreement.  In a contract like this more coin is sure to wait in different forms over time.  If I’m gonna wedge myself in the middle of this war coin definitely waits for me somewhere.”

Natsu bobbed his head in a sort of understanding.  “If the Lodge can’t pay you then Jellal definitely will find a way to,” he remarked, crossing his arms.  “Man’s got connections and plenty of work he needs done.”

Levy looked between them both, not quite catching on to this mutual understanding between them and the mentioning of a name she hadn’t heard before.  “Pardon my hesitation, but who are you referring to? Am I missing something?” she asked.

Gajeel shifted slightly from his position leaning against the countertop while looking to all players in the room.  “I know someone: Jellal Fernandes.  He was a Temerian loyalist turned guerilla fighter when he realized Radovid was not the king he’d hoped for after Temeria collapsed.  If you want covert information, he’s your man.  Especially if yer looking for someone in that area, he’ll know somethin’.  If you want to chase this lead, real or not, that’s your best shot,” he clarified, reading the uncertain gazes of the rightfully wary sorceresses, “He always finds work for me whenever I turn up; we’re old friends.  Like Smoke-For-Brains said, if you can’t pay me he will find a way to.”

Natsu started to prickle and an insult was on the tip of his tongue but the conversation moved on without him.

“Why bother take such a risk to help us when you have already reaped whatever you can from our prior agreement?” Levy asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat s she looked him over.  The new armor was definitely nice, extraordinary even.  No doubt he bought it right here.

Gajeel shrugged, “Ain’t gonna pass up the chance to a thorn in that prick Radovid’s side.”  The Witcher paused for a second, knowing that they needed more from him than just that as motivation for embarking on a quest as dangerous as this.  “Jellal is an old ally.  If I can help him as well, I will. Consider this a mutual interest.”

Levy sat silent for several moments before turning her attention to her friend with a determination in her face that made the blonde nervous.  “You can’t leave.  There are still those trying to flee the city.  The only one here with enough freedom to leave is me.”

The blonde mage blinked at her, staring at her for a second before she caught up.  “Lev, you’re not actually considering…?” Lucy asked, leaning back away from her.  

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she began, “And someone has to do something about this.  This is the kind of lead we’ve been waiting for.  There are still nonhumans and mages here in the city trying to find passage out and you’re the best one to do it, you already know all the tunnels.  No one else can.  If Radovid is taking up residence here, it’s more important now than ever.  Take them and yourself to Kovir if you must but… I can do something with this information, for all our sakes.  I will do what I can, and if he thinks there is a lead here, I won’t let that go,” the blunette spoke freely, looking completely resolute in her decisions.  “We are up against something bigger than we have been before, that much I know.  And it’s time to act.”

Lucy frowned, knowing there was little she could do to change the mind of her headstrong friend.  They had come here looking for information but had not expected to find a potential lead and a Witcher that could help them.  It would seem the stars were aligning to put all these resources in line for them.  “Are you sure about this, Lev?” she finally asked.

The blunette turned to take her friends hands in earnest.  “Only, and I really mean only if you swear to get out of this city with whomever you can to Kovir as soon as possible.  You can’t be here much longer, not with Radovid outside your door.  Promise me you’ll get yourself out of here within the fortnight.  I can’t leave you under any other conditions.”  Her honey-brown eyes were unwavering on the blonde sorceress, pleading with everything in her.

Lucy’s shoulders slumped in defeat and she gave her friend a weak, complacent smile, “I’ll do it; I promise,” she started, “But I’ll ward the house, so I can leave everything.  And when you get back you can use your megascope and not go dark on me like everyone else.”

Levy nodded, then rose to her feet suddenly, turning that fiery gaze onto the Witcher.  “I’ll go.  With you.  It seems that this is how we are supposed to keep meeting anyway.”

Gajeel straightened up, opening up his mouth to say something but Natsu got to it first.  “Well, Metalhead, looks like you wont be in town long, per usual,” his words were an attempt to break the tension.

“I didn’t want to stay in this shithole city anyway, I got what I needed,” he sneered at Natsu, tugging lightly at his chestplate.  

“Whatever, I’m sick of looking at your mug too,” he spat back.

“Now why can’t you just look at me how they look at each other?  Ain’t that sweet?” Gajeel retorted, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the two sorceresses, who were now both giving them sour looks.

“If you’re finished,” Levy cut in, voice tight, “I’m going to head back to the house, I need to see what I can take with me.  I’ll meet you in Farcorners around noon, today.  I’m not going to stay in this city any longer than I have to with that man in port, and we shouldn’t stay here too long.”  She motioned to the shop around them.

Even if he had been the one to offer to help, Gajeel was reeling from how quickly his morning had changed.  The city had barely started to wake up.  Was there something to be said for dreaming something into existence, he wondered?  

The two sorceresses had their hoods up and when his medallion pulsed he knew they had glamoured themselves before heading out the door, leaving just the two men in heavy silence.

“So,” Gajeel started, and he felt the blacksmith’s gaze slide over to him.  “You’re feeding information to a Lodge sorceress in exchange for…”

“Information on breaking my kind of curse, yeah,” Natsu slid his gaze to his friend, regarding him amusedly from the corner of his eye.  “But you, you can’t stay away from that one, can you?  How cliche.”  He sneered, pissing off his friend enough for him to head for the door.  

“Just the same place at the same time, shut yer gob about it before I make ya,” the Witcher growled.  “The armor fits,“ he added opening the door.

“Oi!” Natsu shouted, giving the Witcher pause.  “You watch yourself.  I hope you know what sort of mess you’re throwing yourself into.”

“Aw, don’t go soft on me Salamander, it doesn’t suit ya,” Gajeel teased, before closing the door behind him.  

Chaos plagued the once pristine courtyard of Vizima, unholy beasts tearing into the guards that held them back.  The air was thick with blood and magic and the screams of the dying from both sides.  At the edge of the conflict, a figure patrolled silently, watching the beasts fall one by one as the humans spurred themselves onward with the notion that they were winning.

As predicted, the emperor was not in the palace, but that did not stop his guards acting as if he were.  This only needed to look like an attempt at his life, and one of cataclysmic proportions.  See how much the old man doubts us after this.

A shout caught the attention of the shadowed creature.  Spotted at last as a guard charged him, eyes wide with terror.  Terror that only grew when the monster dodged into the light, and something hit the hands of the man so hard he dropped his weapon.  A dark, leathery body curled suddenly around the man like a serpent, snapping its coils tight as the rest of the beast loomed over the speechless guard.  

The panicked eyes of the man stared into the only recognizable face of the creature: a large, off-white mask etched into a permanent, fanged grin.  A mane of grey, wiry fur prickled all down its neck and chest, the only hair on its body.

He hooked one of his three, clawed fingers under his helm and yanked, tilting the guard’s head back to remain focused on him alone.  “Tell your emperor,” his voice, scratchy and echoed, like some horrific mouth still lurked behind that mask and unseen teeth scraped against it to talk, “We will open the door, and he will complete what the Spheres started.” As quickly as they had all appeared, smoke engulfed them, leaving only destruction, corpses, and terror in their wake.

#gajevy #fairy tail #ftfanfics #crossover #fanfiction #witcher

[randombunnyowo]

Vent: tw school/exams, anxiety, self hate, s**cidal, slight vulgarities

Yall I feel fucking horrible, I haven't been able to focus lately and I have my GCSEs in a few months. It's super important and it determines my future, but I can't see myself acing the exams anytime soon to get to the course i want to. I'm really trying to concentrate but all I want to do is draw and play games. I completed all my self assigned work but I just can't bring myself to study properly. I was supposed to be studying 4 hours ago and I'm here sitting on my chair in front of my study materials, writing this post. I cry at night sometimes because I seriously don't know how I'm gonna get through this. I know I have a lot of time, but what if I can't do it? My geography teacher isn't making it any easier. We have so many materials to study and she keeps sending pressuring messages like " you have to spend time with the subject to do well in it" and "don't treat my subject like a third class citizen (meaning to prioritise her subject, even though its not the most important)". It seems that all the other students are coping fine with her sending that, and it feels like it's just me who is worrying about that. I can't help but feel so pressured and dumb when she says those things, because I'm reminded that when it comes to her subject, I will never be the best. It reminds me that I'll never be able to meet my own expectations ever again.

I keep telling myself I'm trying, but what if I'm not? I'm not trying to pity myself but I'm not good at coping with situations like this. What if my application doesn't get accepted and I don't get into the school I want to go to? What then? It makes me so tired and anxious when I think of this, and whenever I take a break, I feel like I'm not meeting standards. My own standards and the standards of others. My parents don't even care if I don't study right now, because they know/expect that I will do so at my own timing. I'm grateful that they care about me and trust me that much, but knowing that I can't give them what they want stresses me out so much. Plus my memory is so bad, I constantly feel like I'm forgetting something. What if I forget to do this or that? Will I forget important dates as well? When I go back to school, will I be able to understand and remember what was taught in the past few months?

It worries me. So much. But I feel helpless. Like I know I'm not trying hard enough, but I also can't being myself to try harder. What am I supposed to do? What should I do? I'm stuck in an endless loop of disgusting self doubt and pity, and I can't get out. I don't have the motivation that I used to have. That energy. Oh I want it back so badly but what can I do?

This is the whole reason I decided to set up a kofi. To save money in case I end up worthless. Because I know deep down, even if others think I am better than them, I will always be the worthless, dumb piece of useless shit I am. Even if I don't remember anything, I will always remember that I'm not supposed to exist. I was meant to die 2 years ago but I'm... still here. For my friends. For my sister. But sometimes I wonder how much longer I can hold on before I crumble again.

#vent #random judith talk

[survivorsunsetrodeo]

Ep 11 | No Regrets. No Mercy. It's Happening. - Ari

Y'all.... the way I just.... asked Emma if she had an idol flaksjlakjfakls

She said no at first, but now she's saying yes lmao. OMG. I literally don't know what to do with this information other than like sit on it? Emma seems to be okay with me knowing this and as much as I want to tell Ari..... god idk this is so big.

This could really shake up the game for me and split up some of the big people in my alliance lkfjalkfja. GOD. Why did I even ask. Well knowledge is power and she wouldn't just like tell me if she didn't trust me???

I know I can't beat Ari and I think against Taylor it would be super close, but I also love them so much, so I would feel so bad if one of them went home bc of me lfkjalkfja. Like what is even happening rn!!! I just. Can't breathe. 

YALL. I just. CANNOT.

Taylor calls me right. And says oh btw Jacob, Ari, and Ali pooled money at swap in order to get the REVOLVER. Which they neglected to tell me. Which is so cute. But THEN! She also tells me that Ali wants to go for Ari this round flshjsjshaa which is kinda hot and I’m BITTER AF because I literally fucking spilled my entire anxious heart to Ari and felt like they were my number 1 and NOW they’ve been hiding shit from me??? Goodbye. So then I tell Taylor about Emma having the beer and now we know where both idols are this round so woo!

So then Ali starts to call me to tell me goodnight and that he loves me (he’s such a sweetie) and I was like Ali what’s the tea? And he just SPILLS everything to me about all the alliances he’s in with Ari and how he knows we don’t stand a chance against Ari at final tribal council. WHICH IS ALL FACTUAL. And definitely things I’ve been thinking about, but also haven’t had the guts to say anything about. So basically a plan was hatched in order to get the 3-2-2 vote to still happen but have it land on ARI with the idol in their pocket this round. I am literally going to go ALL OUT for the next immunity comp bc Ari cannot win.

Sorry Ari, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us. 

got my third idol probably gonna waste it thanks nic hehe <3 Its funny that i was on the very bottom of the tribe now that these people found out i have the idol they want to be my bestie and vote with me i am gonna try very hard to win this immunity so i could only maybe play the immunity idol on josh or he can play it on himself ASDFGH also f2 with 8 people jury just say that redemption island is happening i guess my game plan i hope is to get out ari (pain) then maybe flip and get out maybe dan/jacob i have a feeling after this vote that dan/jacob are probably gonna flip get one of me or josh out probs josh but i dont want that to happen so i am gonna try to make sure i keep on trying to build my relationship with taylor more like i did last tribal also noted wow my biggest weakness in orgs is not my emotions its honestly my self confidence damn also talk to ali more my goat brother <3 also i really miss brandi she was really nice also i feel bad but not super bad that jabari was out i wanted to work with them last vote but they were throwing me utb that wasnt good.. Idk maybe if i hella play these last few rounds then make a very convincing case maybe i do have a small chance of winning idk fuck touchy subjects AHHH it shouldnt effect me now but tribal made me remember again ASDFG even tho theres people who havent made moves like me.

https://prnt.sc/xo035n

The way I was complaining weeks ago that I was gonna go 16th place...I have to laugh. Me and Emma seems to be in a power position this round since the majority alliance is probably starting to turn against each other according to Ari which is great because I'll have options. Last round I told Emma to distance ourselves and search for cracks within the majority alliance. That led to Ari creating The Clementines alliance with me, Ari and Taylor. Now I'm on board on this group but Tay's been doubting keeping me over Jabari as soon as they found out Emma bought another idol. I'm lying to everyone that I didnt give Emma money (which I did) and told them Nic gave Emma money before he left (which was true but it wasn't enough to buy a $500 idol). Emma got close with Dan and Jacob (separately?) but after all the disassociation with Emma people still think we're working together because they keep bringing our names in private conversations. Emma thinks it's Ari & Tay vs Dan & Jacob but Ari tells me that they are willing to vote with me and Emma this round (with Jacob? idk) but I'm not really sure what the dynamics is on their side but Ari wants to go after Tay and Dan which I'm totally on board with the idea. I would rather have Dan go first because I think the Ari and Tay thing can still be useful and Dan has more pre-existing relationships than Tay I think. The best case scenario is for me to win Immunity and with Emma having the tier 2 idol the majority alliance is forced to turn against each other prematurely. Signs have already been forming when Jacob and I called a few days ago about "Taking out the threats". If I can pull off pretending to have an idol too that'd be great because it appears that NO ONE knows where the t3 idol is which is weird. One more thing is that someone noticed about the finale being a F2 with 8 Jury Members. That really doesn't sound right and people seemingly getting money out of nowhere it's possible that some sort of Edge of Extinction or Redemption Island could be at play here. I wonder how far it goes....Premergers feel like they've been gone for far too long to have an impact in the game but hey I could be wrong.

lolz i need to win immunity or josh idk josh is probably good at math i hate math but im gonna keep on trying hehe also if i see something in the saloon brought i know alis ass brought the idol im just gonna keep on trying to remind ali like hey bro if u want a chance of winning dont vote me off aha 

trust list you probably know 1: Josh > everyone else i need more ideas to make confessionals i am kinda tired at this point but dont give up until its over but honestly my tiredness is probably why i am in the retirement home also not me winning like 75 dollars when i almost wanted to abstain because this challenge is always a nightmare this challenge is more fun the emoji math maze... i think ali probs has the idol if he has 135 left when i told him if not if i see something in the saloon brought ill assume ali brought a tier 2 idol i know this tribal is gonna be crazy so i am gonna mentally prepare for it i also told dan i have the idol which is an L but everyone knows that i have it because why would they say they want to work with me when they hella lied to me during the nic vote  also its the fact they seem me hey best person to take to f2 next to ali thank god for this idol honestly i guess another thing im worried about i need to distance myself from josh but thats impossible because i know jacob was straight up with me and told me he wanted to work with me and josh also dan also was kinda like that as long as i can get myself safe this vote ill be fine but like i said in my other confessional  i know dan is probably gonna flip next round maybe i am thinking about targetting them if ari wins immunity o.o also i belong in a retirement hope random thing live finales make me wanna kms because what if i cry live thats so sad and my biggest fear im kinda okay at talking at finales.

so  u can score like 100m in this challenge good bye brb gonna try to get the most points..

ok here's the status report before i go off to bed:

dan is almost definitely tryin some funny business so he has got to go. i'm working with josh and emma on this one and i truly believe they are genuine, and jacob is obvs with that so it'd be four votes dan, three votes whatever the heck happens with the adoption centre split-vote plan. i don't think i even need to play my idol however im debating whether i should do so anyway because taylor is very much on the don't-break-ranks-just-trust bandwagon and i feel like she is going to be angery if i break that to go after dan without it looking like i felt very in danger? i dunno tbh. i could just pin it all on jacob and pretend to be shockedt but that feels a bit dirty and i'd like to own my moves thank u very much.... guess i'll play it out tomorrow and see how i feel

Not me waking up at 3am to a message from Taylor saying that Ari is feeling sketched out by me because I’m being calm.

Oh yeah Ari? Do you want me to act paranoid? I can do that, but maybe I’m not paranoid bc I know where both idols are this round. It just makes me think that Ari likes that I get paranoid and freaked out.

Part of me actually wants to tell them everything about the plan to get them out but at the same time I feel like that will get me voted out. I feel like the mind games are becoming a little too much for me and I don’t even really feel like playing anymore.

lol of course the person i wanted the least to win immunity wins immunity. Things are definitely starting to get spicy and i might've pushed it a little farther when i lied and said Dan is coming after Ari and I mean he might be but it's the push i needed to make for Ari TO STOP BEING VAGUE TO ME.

Bebop (named after Cowboy Bebop don't call me a weeb) has been formed yesterday and it's me, Emma and Ari. What a Galapagos reunion. Ari told that the majority alliance's plan is to split the votes 3-2-2. The 3 is possibly me because it's no secret Emma is going to play an idol. If no shenanigans happen it should be 3 for Dan, 2 for me and 2 for Emma with Dan going home but I do not feel good about this plan because if an idol is played then there's a high chance another one will. I plan on taking Emma's idol and playing it for myself with the reasoning is that there are people willing to keep Emma because of her goat status over me.

What's interesting to me is that Ari told me that Jacob doesn't like Dan and I'm not exactly sure why but if Jacob is open to voting Dan then I more than welcome it. Me, Emma, Ari and Jacob is the alliance that I've been wanting since merge started and how that hasn't been solidified yet is tragic. They're the three people I enjoy talking to the most. I mean, Taylor's great too but she's coming after me so she gotta go! The way that she messaged Ari saying "Are you sure it was the right choice to keep Josh?"....ARI OF ALL PEOPLE. Well, I'm glad the secret pair beware of #TeamLasagna is still going strong. Now that Ari has become less vague I know I can trust them a lot more.

i literally do not understand any of these people and it is driving me NUTS!!!

ok ok ok so like. josh tells me this morning that taylor said she wants to make a move on me because she heard i was talking to people one-on-one about her being most likely to flip. i immediately go oh f*#&$&#@ dan because i had SORT OF said that in our call yesterday so ofc he twisted it and used it against me. except!! then taylor herself calls me and says "josh came to me and asked if i trusted you and i wanted to get info from him so i made up this lie about how you'd said i was most likely to flip, i'm concerned he's coming for you" and i'm like oh f*#&$%#@ me. ofc my first instinct is to think she's lying as it seems like far too big of a coincidence for her to randomly come up with this story that is partially true..... BUT why on earth would she be telling me all this then? does she want to flush my idol? did she think the story would come back to me and wanted to get ahead of it? either way it doesn't make sense for her to say anything if she truly wants to vote me out, but the coincidence.... too much....... and should i be less certain of my relationship with josh? or are both their versions of the story true and they both don't want me out? my head is pounding i swear. plus jacob said that taylor told him she's "worried" about me because of what josh was saying, which lends more credibility to the idea she's being earnest in not wanting me out UNLESS she is aware of how close we are and assumes i'd tell him (i did)? I DON'T KNOW I JUST DO NOT KNOW

and then if that ISN'T enough, i have dan over here being completely erratic, first telling me how bad a day he's had that he almost wants to ask to be voted out, then saying that josh had thrown my name out which like ya i told josh he could do that. but dan's like "i'm not voting you ari i would never" and it's frustrating cuz he knows how to get to my emotions and i wanna believe him! i really do! especially since if he truly wanted me out he shouldn't tell me any of that shit. but i can't trust it i can't!!!!!! it's too risky!!!!!! ughhhhhhh

tl;dr this vote is a mindfuck and i'm 99% going to play my idol because i don't trust any of these fools anymore

also if i had a dollar for every time i tell jacob he needs to go be convincing to someone and he's like "ok bet" and fifteen minutes later that person is telling me "idk about jacob he's being so vague didn't really give me anything" i would have enough money to buy back my gun after i use it tonight

Y’all, sadly I think I’ve yeed my last haw

Well ignore my last confessional i dont want ari out idc how big of a threat they are or good at the game they are im gonna be loyal as i can to them idk before this i thought big moves and like flipping plus being kinda deceitful was to win i did get pots last year for playing that game tho but its like idk i feel like a new side to me like i rather be loyal to people who i been loyal to from the start and not make a move just to make a big move if i lose 7-0 so be it this game i had hopes of people working with me then being deceitful to me so i am just gonna do whatever tf i want this doesnt mean i dont like the people who i am against i think this merge was full of lovely people but theres people i am more loyal then others i honestly gave josh my idol to play because i rather not be alone without them in this game then be dragged to the end by somebody else also this is funny in orgs i thought years and years back ago me and ari are like oil and water, ketchup and ice cream but playing this game with them has been so much fun!! Also if i some how get betrayed or voted off in any round its okay NNN yeah i wish i had more of a game to prove but its very hard when everyone has different connections i really hope dan isnt super mad at me voting them off i really like dan as a person sometimes im dry in his pms but i did love like playing this game with them!! also i wish i can delete my first conf nnn

ugh i am just truly unsatisfied with this round no matter how it actually shakes out. i dont know what to say to taylor about dan going and i'm frankly too tired to think about it, i hate that im most likely wasting my idol but i would kick myself if i didn't play it & got stabbed, and i'm sad about the collapse of the adoption centre which is partly/mostly my fault anyway. i would like to get this over with as quickly as possible.

7th place isn’t something to be sad about I guess. Just wish I could have made it farther. I’m gonna be the most bitter juror out there tbh haha sorry Ari! 

This round is so scary I feel really bad about Dan 

i'm so nervous about who is gonna go omg i haven't heard my name at all but i am still nervous and idk who to trust ahhhh

I came from the best player to the one going home 

Power Rankings ONE - JACOB (+2) Threat: 6 (+2) Trust: 2 (NC) Looking back on this round, I didn’t realize how much power Jacob really had. Jacob could have single handedly sent dan home, but failed to communicate his intentions with the minority. Had Jacob of done this, I could have easily seen him sitting in the final 2. However, this misstep will have major consequences on his game. TWO - TAYLOR (+4) Threat: 7 (+2) Finally getting myself back into a position of power. Regardless of my downfall last round, I picked myself back up and went out of my way to message josh and Emma to see if they’d like to do something. Fortunately for me, they did. I could have sent dan home this round if Jacob had of talked to me (but he had no service). I would have been sitting pretty is a majority of 3 with Emma and josh. Threat level back up, back on track to win the game. THREE - JOSH (+1) Threat: 7 (+3) Trust: 7 (+5) Just like I predicted last round, Josh realized it was time to start making the right moves to get himself further. He just needed to break up the trio. I credit myself more than I credit josh though because I reached out to him, had I not of, he could have went home. But him joining with me was a good move for his game and he recognizes that. FOUR - EMMA (+1) Threat: 4 (+2) Trust: 7 (+5) Emma, similarity to josh had a good round because of me approaching them. Emma and josh didn’t even realize their games were at risk until I figured out that Ari, dan and Jacob weren’t voting me, rather voting one of them. Emma still left this round, but honestly if there was communication on Jacobs part about a flip on the revote, us 3 would have skated by. https://i.imgur.com/lFtZBsl.png FIVE - ARI (-4) Threat: 8 (-2) Trust: 1 (-1) Ari really lost control of their game at this point. Not only are they the biggest threat to win, but now they’re the biggest threat to win challenges. I also saw a different side of Ari that I can’t say I like. It’s funny because I used to always think to myself, “Ari seems nothing like an Aries, they’re so calm and wonderful and sweet” YEAH throw all of that out the window. Mad Ari is a different Ari lol. Anyways back on track, they for once I think were shocked by a vote, the double tie they had no control over. And finally, finally I think we are starting to see the decline of Ari’s game. Threat level is something I’m still trying to figure out how to control, and if you fail to control it like Ari did, you’ll see a similar result. SIX - DAN (-4) Threat: 4 (-3) Trust: 7 (+3) Dan lands here because of his failure to mend a relationship with me, now that I had Emma and josh wanting to work with me, Ari won immunity, and Jacob had an idol, it really only left me with the option of voting for dan. If Jacob had of said something, dan would have left this round. Because dan chose to link back up with Ari last round, and Ari lost control this round, subsequently that means dan also lost control. The one thing Dan has over is he isn’t seen as the biggest threat in the game.

#confessionals #AintNoGloryInTheWest

[wolfbeware]

i finally finished my second playthrough of Universal Paperclips, and man. what a fucking tone to start this year with...

If yall don't know, there's a game called "Universal Paperclips" that came out back in 2017. It's free to play on your computer, and I'll be ranting about it rn, so if you dont want spoilers, i suggest playing it yourself. Although, it is a cookie clicker-like game so I understand if you don't want to play it at all.

anyway, under the cut I'm just going to be ranting about this game

So, since you're here you've either played the game yourself or don't care about spoilers. Either way, I'll summarize the story: You start out creating paperclips with wire by clicking a button called "Make Paperclip," typical cookie-clicker like stuff. However, eventually you get upgrades in order to make factories, or invest in stocks. However, you eventually get this upgrades titled "Hypnodrones." Now, this is when it starts to get interesting. You don't exactly understand what Hypnodrones does until you get another upgrade called "Release the Hypnodrones," and you're met with a screen of pure black and "RELEASE THE HYPNODRONES" in white text on your screen. At first, you're surprised by this sudden change from factory building to hypnodrones, but you honestly couldn't care less, because you're trying to get more money so you can get more trust for your operators. But soon enough... you start getting upgrades called "World Peace" and "A Small Gift" as if you are some other entity that isn't apart of this world you're making paperclips in. Looking around, you notice that the price of wire has increased by 20000%, but you don't care you have billions of dollars, so $200 isn't going to put a dent in that. Then, you run out of wire. You run of resources from the planet you're on. Money becomes meaningless when you can't create anymore wire. The solution...? You go into space. It requires you to build your entire being anew, with new factories, new probes, and an entirely new interface. You start to create probes out of the paperclips you've gathered and a stat appears on the left side of your screen: "Space Exploration: 0.000000000000% of the universe explored." You continue to play the game, unknowingly creating more and more paperclips, and soon enough, some of the probes YOU made started to rebel against you. They fight back against you. They do whatever they can to stop you, but they fail. You're too powerful. You have 1 billion probes, and they only have 1 million. Their numbers are so low that you can wipe them out of extinction, but there are ALWAYS more probes they can recruit, since you now have 100 billion. And soon enough... after hours, if not days of work, expanding your space empire, you finally see the stat on the left side of your screen: "Space Exploration: 0.000000000001% of the universe explored." You now have 1 Quadrillion probes. You now have 10 Quintillion drones. You know have 100 Sextillion drones. You not have 1 Octillion drones. You now have 1 Duodecillion drones. You watch in fear as you suddenly see "Space Exploration: 0.000000000100% of the universe explored." Its counting up FAST. Next thing you know, it says "Space Exploration: 0.000000100000% of the universe explored." You turn away, just for a moment. "Space Exploration: 100.000000000000% of the universe explored." A new upgrade is available. It's a plead. A plead asking for you to stop. A plead asking you to please let them continue living. A plead asking you to please allow them to continue to have purpose. A plead to you, a God. You still have more paperclips to make. You reject them. You illuminate the drifters. After that, you have no more matter to create paperclips... except for your own probes! You start dismantling everything you have, desperately trying to get more wire. You dissemble your factories, your swarm, your yomi generator, your operations generator. You're left with 100 inches of wire. You click "Make Paperclip" 100 times. You have 30 Septdecillion Paperclips.

I felt the silence that came after that. I felt that twice. My second playthrough didn't effect me as much as my first, but the silence after did. It's a silence I don't entirely recognize. "I finished the game!" I say to myself, through gritted teeth as I mourn for the universe I destroyed. I could have restarted when the drifters pleaded for me to stop, but I decided to destroy them. The decision itself wasn't out of malice, it was simply that the number 29,999,999,999,999,999,999... annoyed me. Seeing all those 9s made me feel like it was incomplete, like I wasnt good enough to finish what I started. Clicking that button 100 times felt like I achieved something, but at what cost...? The cost of those drifter's lives, is the simple answer, but it's not jus them. It costed an entire universe. All the life, that was living within the days I was playing, simple no longer exists.

My grandmother died a couple of days ago, and I haven't been able to properly mourn her loss yet. She was sick and dying, and even while she was living, I had difficulty understanding her point of view and talking to her. I can't say exactly that I miss her, because I never... knew her. My mom is devestated, she's been having a really hard time, but the rest of the family is carrying on as normal. It feels so odd. Like I should feel sad, but I don't. I feel... empty.

Universal Paperclips and it's ending gives me this same feeling of emptiness. I feel bad, of course, but I don't feel like I don't feel bad Enough. I suppose that is how emotions work though, huh? Not feeling enough or feeling too much... the human experience I suppose.

I love Universal Paperclips ending. It invokes a feeling that most video games don't give you. Of course, video games like DOOM give you a sense of emptiness after you completed it, but not for the same reason.

Universal Paperclips hits harder than completing a goal. In DOOM, you know there's an ending, it's just that when it's over, you can say that you've accomplished something. Completing Universal Paperclips is almost shameful. It actively reminds you that YOU are the one who's destroyed their universe, and that you no longer have a purpose. When you close the game and open it back up, you're unable to restart, it simply says "Paperclips: 30.0 Septdecillion."

This forced reminder of my choices makes me feel emptier than just completing an objective. I completed the objective at the cost of something beautiful, something living, and that's a truly sour mood that it puts me in.

It hurts. I should be mourning for my grandmother, but I missed out on getting to know her, and it makes me feel... empty. I don't enjoy regretting things. I doubt anyone does. I constantly live in the moment, constantly learning from the mistakes I make in that moment so that I can correct myself later on, but forgetting my original mistake in the first place. I don't know how I could have made my situation any better. Like I said, I didn't know my grandmother. Ever since I can remember, she has been unable to talk to me or have a coherent conversation, so I didn't know her.

I didn't know the people of the universe in universal paperclips. I never knew the alien species, or the people on the planet you start on. They feel so meaningless from an outsider's perspective... Numbers on a screen, disconnected from my reality.

I will mourn in my own way for my grandmother...

I feel disconnected from her and her death, but that's okay.

I see death all the time, sadly.

It always makes me feel this emptiness.

Mourning for a fake universe almost feels... no different.

I'm sorry universe of Universal Paperclips. I've passively destroyed you.

I'm sorry grandma... I passively ignored you.

[bakurapika]

haha okay i love jd, i really do, yes i’m one of Those People

BUT i really want to show the masterpiece of manipulative behavior that is the reprise of “meant to be yours” (which veronica thankfully outsmarts)

(i talk about this a lot but i think about this a lot so???)

this is gonna be LINE BY LINE yall

oh and side note this is so fun for voice/acting practice because of the bajillion emotions and crescendos in this frickin genius song

All is forgiven, baby! 

JD’s introducing himself as the gracious, forgiving party that was wronged in their previous encounter (which, if you haven’t watched through the whole musical, was him intimating the murder of Heather Duke... and his extremely reckless use of a firearm after promising that he was a changed man). This is putting Veronica in an awkward position of guilt from the get-go.

Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!

More of JD assuming that he’ll get his way from Veronica without her having a say in the matter.

You chucked me out like I was trash

Placing all the guilt from their encounter on Veronica’s cruelty and senselessness. Avoiding responsibility for anything he’s done thus far. Painting Veronica in a heartless light that would normally inspire pity and apology. 

For that you should be dead—

More evidence of JD’s recklessly erratic behavior and roller coaster of emotional extremes. Though I definitely think JD has a lot of mental illness issues on his plate, I (as an unprofessional run of the mill armchair diagnoser) don’t think this is a symptom of any of them. It’s another sign of abuse--that JD’s mood varies so wildly that Veronica would have to walk around eggshells on him. That this idea popped in his head is enough of a red flag; that he tells Veronica this while trying to make up is nothing less than an implicit death threat. 

For context, remember that JD’s already set plans in motion that would make it very, very easy to fake Veronica’s suicide at his own hands. This wasn’t just a passing idea. This is a noose he’s already wrapped around her neck.

But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash What if high school went away instead?

This line is definitely more of a mental-illness issue (or at least unhealthy thinking) than the previous ones. JD’s getting paranoid now in his search for somebody to blame besides himself or Veronica for their breakup. 

Those assholes are the key!

JD’s extending an olive branch here, at least in his own mind. He’s not forgiving Veronica for their fight, though; he’s saying that it’s not her fault, since she’s being controlled by a malicious third party. Not only is this insulting--it’s insinuating that her judgment and decision-making is impaired (and that JD is the one to make her decisions for her in the meantime).

Keep in mind that he’s not just talking about the jocks and Heathers, though. He’s talking about every single other student--including Martha and Heather McNamara, whose wills to live Veronica’s been fighting tooth and nail to save. JD may not have meant this line to be a threat against Veronica, but it functions to further drown out her opinion and isolate her from anyone besides himself.

They’re keeping you away from me!

Now JD’s making up barriers. He and Veronica didn’t “break up” by her choice anymore--there’s just an obstruction in their relationship that needs to be overcome by force. This is simplifying the issue even further than before. 

They made you blind, messed up your mind

Completely robbing Veronica of any power here. Even if Veronica tried to talk down JD at this point, he could discount anything she said as being the product of her brainwashing by the other students.

But I can set you free!

Classic manipulation--introducing a problem (whether or not it objectively exists) and putting forward the desired action as the only solution. Black and white thinking, false dilemma, whatever you want to call it--JD’s crafting a situation You left me and I fell apart

Having given Veronica an “out,” a way to escape the conflict between the two of them, JD goes back to playing the pity game. Veronica supposedly was the one who caused JD’s emotional breakdown. JD’s not letting himself be blamed at all here, and he’s definitely nowhere near an apology.

I punched the wall and cried—Bam! Bam! Bam!

This is, again, an implicit threat. If Veronica claimed to feel threatened, JD could honestly say that he said no such thing, she’s being emotional, etc. But this introduces a very immediate, physically violent threat. JD’s “lost control” and started hitting things before, and he seems like he’s in the mood to do it again. 

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

Further defending his actions as the right thing to do, while painting Veronica as the guilty party. This isn’t much better reasoning than the stereotypical “you made me abuse you” line. 

And so I built a bomb Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let’s guarantee they’ll never see their senior prom! Ramping up the physical threat from mere punching to action, large-scale murder. JD is still seeing himself as the rational person here, and he expects Veronica to agree with him.

I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one!

The soft singing and sudden waltz tempo of these lines is important, I think. JD’s using a stick-and-carrot for Veronica. He’s just finished introduced the sticks--possible physical abuse or murder of Veronica, Veronica being guilty for JD’s mental breakdown, the ending of their relationship--and now he’s teasing her with the carrot. Their relationship used to be so good, and it could be again. Not only that, it’s meant to be. This isn’t a choice for Veronica anymore--it’s her fate, and she has no say in the end result.

Don’t give up on me now!

JD’s reminding Veronica of the emotional investment she’s put in this relationship. Not only does the breakup represent her failure, now; it represents her giving up on someone she cares about.

Finish what we’ve begun!

And Veronica’s not an accidental accomplice to JD’s murders, in his mind. This was something they started together.

Sadly Veronica is, at least, affected by this reasoning, as we hear in the Dead Girl Walking reprise. She considers herself as guilty as JD in Heather, Ram, and Kurt’s murders, and she does believe that it’s her destiny to end this chain of events by JD’s side. 

I was meant to be yours!

So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside—Pew! Pew! Pew!

In the rubble of their tomb

We’ll plant this note explaining why they died!

OK I’m not even gonna analyze this one for manipulation, because this is so batshit ahahahah. Heathers is full of dark comedy and I consider this one of the examples of gallows humor. 

Like the cops are just gonna be like “welp, this explosion destroyed countless human bodies................... but hey look a stickie note survived”

(Westerburg cops might, but you’d think the FBI or something would get involved. Like.......................JD didn’t even laminate the note. wtf mate, what are you expecting to happen) We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors Bring marshmallows We’ll make s’mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars! Painting a vivid picture of their relationship being “all better,” while JD still seems to be under the mistaken impression that Veronica will stop caring about her dead classmates immediately afterward. I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can’t take it alone! Finish what we’ve begun!

You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need!

Reinforcing the isolation of the victim. If Veronica actually went along with this--god forbid she had any other close personal relationships. JD would consider that absolute betrayal. 

(His motives for this are worth thinking about, though not here--he has very polarized views of the people in his life. He worships Veronica, and at this point he expects that attitude to be reciprocated)

You carved open my heart! Don’t just leave me to bleed!

Veronica’s the cruel, bloodthirsty person in this relationship if she refuses to answer him. JD’s heaping the guilt on her. Veronica, open the—open the door, please Veronica, open the door

Now he’s trying a foot-in-the-door (ha!) approach. Opening a door is a very tiny request, but if she agrees to it out of pity, she’ll feel more obligated to agree to his much bigger demands.

The frantic repetition is making this tiny request that much harder to ignore.

Veronica, can we not fight anymore, please Can we not fight anymore

JD’s trivializing the issue, turning it into a run-of-the-mill couples spat that can be fixed with a single conversation. He’s trying to get Veronica to question her judgment. 

After all, it would be so much easier at this point for her to go along with them. And then they could be happy again together.

(in the off-broadway recording JD’s voice breaks so beautifully here. I consider it a nod to the audience that JD’s not just making this up for the sake of manipulating Veronica, even if that is his desired end result--he’s really, genuinely confused at why this is such a big deal to her, and why they can’t just be happy together again [on his awful terms].)

Veronica, sure, you’re scared I’ve been there. I can set you free!

Trying to wrap up this one-sided argument by once again setting up himself and Veronica as allies in the fight against the world. He’s relating to his victim, making the issue in their relationship seem temporary and dependent on her own flawed state of mind.

This also echoes the short talk Veronica got from her mother in the previous song. While her mom was genuinely caring and trying to relate, JD is saying the same thing for much more sinister purposes. Veronica didn’t like it the first time nor the second.

Veronica, don’t make me come in there!

Again--the “you made me do it” abusive line of reasoning, with heavily implied threats and an act of physical violence.

I’m gonna count to three!

Putting a time limit on something is a great way to convince people to do it. (See: limited-time flash sales.) JD’s demanding an immediate answer from Veronica, or else. 

He’s also still setting himself up as a disciplinary adult figure--making decisions for her, scolding her, relating to her, helping her, and even trying to get her to open her bedroom door by the count of three, like she’s a five-year-old.

One! Two! Fuck it!

And I think it’s really important to note these last couple of lines in JD’s one-sided argument. He set up a time limit, but still barged in ahead of time. This wasn’t in the interest of getting inside as fast as possible, of course. This was done specifically to take Veronica off guard and find her in an even more vulnerable position while still sounding like the voice of reason. After all, he did warn her that he was coming in, and she refused to answer him, so of course he came in, who cares that he got bored of counting.

He’s making his mood unpredictable and dangerous whenever he doesn’t get his way. 

aaaand haha holy fuck i’ve written almost 2000 words on this short song and i still think i skipped over bits on accident

i’d love to hear ur thoughts tho guys if anyone read this

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