#that one panel won’t move and it’s killing me

[of-faery-descent]

So. I made a thing.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Fight

This is another dark one guys, it's dealing with suicide again, no one dies but if this topic triggers you, then you shouldn't read this one.

“Come on!” Hero shouted, “is that all you’ve got!? Hit me!”

Villain tilted their head, their dark energy-filled fist freezing mid-strike.

“Why are you taunting me?” they asked slowly.

“Why do you care!?” Hero demanded, “do it, you know you want to- I’ve been a pain in your side since they day we met! Or are you going soft?”

Villain’s eyes narrowed. They shot an energy beam right at them. Hero didn’t move. The beam hit them squarely in the chest, knocking them to the ground.

They didn’t even try to dodge, Villain thought.

“What was that?” Hero bit out, staggering to their feet, “I thought you were a villain, not a sissy!”

Hero and Villain stood there for far too long before Hero growled, throwing an ice beam at them. Villain easily side-stepped it.

They’re barely fighting back, Villain thought.

“Hero, stop.” Villain said.

“What, you don’t wanna fight me now?” Hero asked, “am I making it too easy for you? You don’t wanna kill me unless it’s when I’m at my prime, is that it? You’re sick. If you won’t fight me, I’ll find someone who will!”

Hero turned to leave, but Villain struck, pinning them to the ground with a blanket of dark energy.

“No.” they said, striding up to them.

Tears brimmed in Hero’s eyes.

“Do it,” they said quietly, “please.”

“You’re not well,” Villain said, lifting Hero into their arms, “I’m not going to kill you. I’ve never wanted to kill you, and I’m not going to let you kill yourself either.”

Hero struggled in the cocoon of dark energy, writhing in Villain’s hold. The tears were falling freely now.

“Villain, please,” they begged, “please let me go, please don’t make me stay here any longer, I can’t do it-”

“You are stronger than this,” Villain snapped, “and you will get through this. You don’t get to quit.”

Hero opened their mouth to beg some more when they felt a pinch in their neck. A syringe coated in Villain’s power whizzed over their head and back into Villain’s pocket.

“No!” Hero shouted.

Villain began to walk back to their base, holding Hero tight. Hero continued to thrash around in their grip, until eventually their eyes fluttered shut, and their limbs fell still. Villain watched the steady rise and fall of their chest as though they might stop at any moment.

…

Hero stirred on a soft surface. Their eyes fluttered open, though their vision was too blurry to make out any surroundings. They had been wrapped in a plush blanket. Their vision started to clear, and they made out Villain’s figure, their arms folded across their chest, a concerned frown on their face.

Hero bolted upright in bed. They scrambled to untangle themselves from the bedding and stood up. The action sent a wave of dizziness through them but they somehow managed to steady themselves. They started to march right up to Villain when-

“Gah!”

Hero banged their head against a thick layer of glass. They put their palm up to it as if that would make it disappear, eyes going wide.

“What is this!?” Hero demanded.

“An intervention,” Villain replied coolly, “I went through a lot of trouble to make this cell a comfortable living space and not, well, a cell.”

Hero’s eyes darted around the cell wildly. The thick glass wall in front of them had a keypad only accessible from Villain’s side, and the other, stark white walls had been hastily decorated with things like a television, a shelf full of books, and a small intercom panel. There were cameras at all angles, and there was a doorway that led to a tiny bathroom.

“This is ridiculous,” Hero spat, “you thinking keeping me prisoner is going to give me a will to live? You’re crazy! If anything, this is just going to make it worse!”

Villain didn’t respond. They just stared at Hero, whose hands had clenched into fists at their sides.

“Let me out,” they said.

“I’ve contacted some of my colleagues,” Villain said, “one of them retired from villainy and is now pursuing what I’m told is a very fulfilling career in psychotherapy. You’ll be talking to them tomorrow.”

Hero stared slack-jawed at Villain.

“Now you’re telling all your friends about my problems!? I swear Villain, as soon as I get out of this I’ll-”

“You’re not getting out of this.” Villain said flatly.

Hero cursed loudly, tears brimming in their eyes.

“I don’t want to be here, don’t you get that!? I’m sick of all of this, I don’t want-”

“I don’t care what you want,” Villain said sharply, “I’m not going to lose you. I don’t care if you never speak to me again; as long as you’re still alive, I’ll be satisfied.”

Villain turned to leave, heading to the stairs. Hero slammed their fist into the glass.

“Villain! Get back here!”

Villain ignored them, going up the stairs and out of sight.

“This isn’t your call to make! Villain! Let me go!”

Hero screamed in frustration. They punched the wall with an icy fist that did nothing but make their knuckles throb. They looked around the cell for anything they could use to escape. There was nothing. In a final act of desperation, they formed an ice shard, intending to jam it into their chest, but just as the tip made contact with their skin, it melted.

Hero looked at their wrist, seeing a power-suppressing bracelet there. They sobbed in defeat, crumpling to the floor. They hugged themselves, letting out every guttural cry they had been holding in for the last month.

Upstairs, Villain watched the scene unfold through the security feed. As Hero wailed, Villain’s heart shattered. Looks like they were going soft after all.

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

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[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.5 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, sorta fluffy at the start , finally getting smut and happiness for y/n❤️female!receiving, praising, idk what else)

A/n: I wrote this listening to Melanie Martinez😍 I hope u enjoy the cuteness and happiness because it won’t last long what who said that?😨 I’m totally kidding..👀😅 bit of a slightly longer chapter so y/n and Chris can have a part fully just to them

“It’s a date then.” I smile up at him as we walk through the streets of Boston, “I know a place you will love.” Chris smiles and leads me down an alleyway, “you’re not gonna kill me right?” I joke. He looks back and rolls his eyes, before we come out the other side of the alley and we are near a bunch of stores.

“There.” Chris points across the road at a cute little cafe, ‘J’adore Coffee’ he looks to me for my reaction and I smile as I notice the red and wooden interior through the window.

“Come on!” Chris pulls me across the road and we enter the cafe, there’s satin curtains tied either side of the window, red wallpaper and wooden panels on the wall. It’s decorated with cute circular tables with white table clothes lined with red and hearts. There’s a lot of fake plants and cute portraits of Paris and other things. The front counter has an open glass revealing an arrangement of all sorts of sweet treats, and to the side are sandwiches and warm savoury foods.

On the counter is a cute little chalk board displaying what food items they have available for lunch. “I love it here Chris.” I whisper as I take in the dangling orb lights and vines on the ceiling, the cafe not too busy except for 3 tables which have people sat up to them. “I knew you would.” He smiles down at me.

“May I help you.” A woman asks, directing my attention to her, she was a middle aged lady wearing a red button up short sleeve shirt and a white apron. “Yes, what do you want to get?” Chris asks me smiling. “Could I have the BLT sandwich please?” I ask the lady politely and she nods her head, “of course sweetie, what about you?” She asks Chris.

“I’ll get the maple waffles please.” The lady nods at Chris and he pays “okay would you like to sit down? We can bring it to y’all.” “Okay thank you.” Me and Chris both say before sitting down at a table against the wall. He sits opposite me. “Only a BLT? They have waffles and pancakes here too.”

“Yeah I’m just not too hungry, but a BLT sounded nice.” I lie, smiling reassuringly to Chris, I was kinda hungry I just didn’t want him to spend too much money. “okay, thank you by the way.” He looks into my eyes, his full of adoration. “For what?” I grin, feeling genuine happiness which I haven’t felt in quite sometime.

“For being here with me, letting me take you on a date, you know. I’m glad we met, not tryna be corny or any shit.” He laughs softly, “thank me falling asleep in class, because then I never would’ve been in detention,” I chuckle “but I’m glad we met too and thank you, you didn’t have to pay.”

“Are you kidding? I would spend any amount of money to be able to be on a date with you.” We both laugh, not too loudly as to not disturb the others enjoying their meals. “That was corny right?” Chris asks me awkwardly, I nod and softly giggle as he also laughs.

“Here you are.” A man puts a tray infront of us, with Chris’ waffles, my BLT and a pot of a maple syrup. “Thanks.” Chris says to the man before he walks away.

We eat our food and laugh and talk and Chris leaves a tip before we leave.

“Let me walk you home.” He looks down at me, “okay thank you Chris.” I smile up to him and he returns the gesture. “Walk here,” he moves me to the inside of the sidewalk. “Such a gentleman.” I half joke and he rolls his eyes, “don’t make it weird y/n.” We laugh.

About 10 minutes pass and we are not far from my house, we are both silent but it’s not an awkward silence more of a comforting one, the only noise is our feet on the concrete and some distant cars and birds tweeting overhead. “My mom’s not gonna be home for at least 4 hours.” I sigh, breaking the silence.

“So you can come in, if you want?” The corners of my mouth softly lift, “yeah of course, school should be ending in a few minutes.” Chris replies as we turn down my street. “My house isn’t the biggest, but it’s just me and my mom so you know.” I shrug. “I’m not gonna judge your house y/n, I’m not an asshole.” He puts his arm around my shoulder for me to feel comforted.

“Evan judged my house.” I whisper, Chris looks at me and rolls his eyes, “Evan is a dick, don’t let him judge anything about you.” He reassures me, “thank you Chris.”

We approach my house, I point it out to Chris, “that’s not bad at all! it’s so nice.” He smiles as we walk up the path, “my mom always makes sure the garden and house are tidy, she’s always cleaning whenever she’s not working.” I laugh as I unlock the door. Chris looks around in awe at the neatness and cosyness of my house.

“This is so cosy what the fuck.” Chris sounds almost surprised, “are you surprised?” I ask. “Yeah you made it seem like it was gonna be really bad, I wouldn’t judge you either way but this is so nice.” He smiles to me. “Oh thanks.” I smile back.

“My rooms up here.” I lead him upstairs into my small hallway containing of three doors, my bedroom, my mother’s, and the bathroom. I open my bedroom door and god am I happy that I tidied my room the other night.

“Woah it’s so..” he looks around.. “girly..” he smirks at my pink and white satin bedsheets and pink wallpaper. “What can I say? 10 year old me picked the wallpaper and I wanted my room to match so I made it work, plus it’s cute.” I turn to face him. “It’s so.. what’s that word, that pink word with the bows and shit.” I let out a small giggle. “Coquette?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” We laugh, “you can sit on the bed.” I sit down patting the bed next to me for Chris to sit next to me.

“So..” Chris says. “So?” I reply, the air around us gets slightly awkward as we sit on my bed. We just look at each other for a moment before I break the tension. “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask lowly. Chris’ eyes widen and he smiles leaning into me “yeah, I didn’t know if you wanted it..” he place his hand onto the side of my face, “of course I do.” I whisper before we bring our lips together.

Instantly our lips connect like a perfect puzzle piece, like our lips were supposed to be together. Slowly the kiss turns into more of a make out as Chris’ tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth and I let him take control. We both understood the rhythm perfectly and it felt so right to kiss him.

His hand made its way down to my thigh as he rubs circles on it, I ignore the growing heat between my thighs, a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. The air is full of lust which replaces the once awkwardness that was there.

“Have you ever..” Chris breaks the kiss to look at me, “ever what?” I whisper. He looks down between my legs at back up at me, “if you’re asking if I’ve ever had sex.. then no, I’ve had chances but, they never felt right.” I swallow nervously. “Okay, just wondering,” he smiles reassuringly, “what about.. uh have you ever done anything, to yourself?” He asks me, trying to figure out what I’m comfortable with.

I nod, “yeah.” I breath. “Do you want me to.. I could help you with, becoming more comfortable, only if you want!” He holds my hand and maintains eye contact. Something feels different when I’m around Chris, like I can trust him, like I want him to.. my dream about him a few nights ago is practically gonna become true.

“Yes.” Is all I reply with. His eyes light up, “really? I can use my fingers first, to make sure you’re fully comfortable with me.” He places a kiss to my forehead, I nod “yes.. please.” I smirk, and Chris looks at me, “I’m proud of you.” He whispers.

I wrap my arms around his and he hugs me back.

“I’m gonna remove these, is that okay?” He looks up at me for consent. He puts his hand at the waistband of my sweatpants, “yes Chris, I want this.” I smile, “if you want me to stop anything I’m doing, just say stop and I will listen straight away I promise.” He nods as he looks into my eyes, his blue eyes piercing through my own eyes.

“I trust you.” I assure him, he pulls down my sweatpants and discards them on my floor. Leaving me in my cami top and red panties, “lay back for me?” Chris asks and I do as he says. He looks at me and I nod before he removes the underwear I had on, “so perfect” he whispers as he kisses my collarbone.

“Can you spread your legs for me?” He asks “okay.” I say quietly, trying to contain my excitement. It feels so right to do this with Chris. He rubs a finger over my heat, causing me to shudder from the sudden sensation, he looks up to me for any signs of discomfort but I’m fine, “so wet already.” He smirks at me, planting a kiss on my neck.

“I’m gonna put a finger in okay? Tell me to stop if you want or if you want more I’ll do it for you, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispers against my skin before planting another kiss, “okay.” He smiles before I feel his finger slide into my velvety walls. I throw my head back in a mix of pleasure and satisfaction from a new feeling, his long fingers are finally gonna be fully inside of me.

He slowly pushes it in further and keeps checking my face to make sure I’m good. He starts to pump him finger in and out of my heat as I let out soft breathy moans, “doing so good for me.” He praises. “More..” I mumble, “you sure?” He asks and I nod.

He slips another finger inside of me, stretching me out and causing me to breathe heavier. He starts to fasten his pace, and i bite my lip to suppress my noises, “no need to stop yourself from moaning, you make such pretty noises, nobody is home remember?” He reassures me and I smile before even more pleasure hits me and I arch my back.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers in my ear, which only makes me more wet. I feel a knot in my stomach tightening, I start to clench around his fingers as they curl just right into my g-spot causing me to moan and breathily whimper. “You’re close hm?” He continues his pace and i nod rapidly, holding back my orgasm as I don’t want the pleasure to end.

“Fuck Chris right there.” I moan, “sound so perfect moaning my name..” he plants a kiss on the sweet spot below my ear, causing me to edge closer to my climax, “cum for me baby.”

I don’t think twice before I moan loudly as the knot snaps and my arousal leaks around his fingers, slowing their pace to ride me through my high. He removes his fingers finally and licks them clean. I lay there breathing heavily, Chris lies next to me and turns to me.

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiles, I turn to him and grab his face before kissing him, “thank you, and thank you for..” I exhale “that.” I smile.

“Let me grab a towel to clean you up okay?” He sits up, “bathroom is the door at the end of the hall, not the one opposite because that’s my mom’s room, I say breathily. “Got it.” He leaves the room and I lay there with a feeling of euphoria.

“I wet one of the pink flannels with your name on it from on the shelf, is that okay?” He leans down to clean up my sensitive entrance. “I need to put bleach or pen on it or something so I know which one to not use on my face.” I laugh softly, “why don’t you just cut the label off this one?” He replies as he finishes cleaning me up and opens my top drawer to find underwear for me, “that’s more reasonable yeah.. get out of my underwear drawer Chris.”

I sit up and cover my face in embarrassment, “my fingers were just inside of you and you’re embarrassed about panties, socks and bras?” He laughs and shakes his head and I realise the stupidity of what I just said.

“Thank you, again.” I smile to him.

A/n: omg first smut of the series yass. How cute is this part? I wanted to include some happy moments, I’m not gonna make anything happen between y/n and Chris dw but without spoiling much there will be upcoming moments where u need the tissues.. ily all tho❤️😥

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#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolos #matt #smut #chris sturniolo fanfic

[pretzlforpresident]

Okay as someone who knows nothing about Sonic IDW who the HELL are those trio(?) of villains(?) like, there's the tenrec who's lowkey Scourge the Hedgehog on HRT, the blue emo Tails looking ass, and the gay duck. Who are they. What are they doing here. Please explain.

No anon here we die like men, I have literally never played a Sonic game but I need to know

OK so basically, Dr. Starline is a major Eggman fanboy and a scientist. He worked under Eggman as an apprentice during the metal virus saga after restoring him from his memory loss after the events of Sonic Forces. he discovers eggman does not want to kill sonic, but rather to defeat him so he begins to question egg man’s motives, and eggman fires him after Starline gives control over the metal virus to the deadly six. Starline then vows to surpass the doctor in being a scientist/villain.

Surge the tenrec and Kitsunami the fennec were the test subjects for Starline’s plan. Starline modified their bodies with cybernetic enhancements and Sonic, Shadow, and tails’ bio-data. using these enhancements he brainwashed the two of them into forgetting their past(that is still not revealed from how far into the comics I’m in) and having their life motivations replaced: for surge, to destroy Sonic. For kit, to be surge’s “right hand man”. Every time they start to think on their own will at question why they are doing this, he reboots their systems.

I won’t get into what happens after that because it’s better to just read the comic and it’s some of my favorite parts of the series.

Powers

Starline: Starline uses the warp topaz that has the ability to bend time and space by creating portals that people and objects can pass through.

Surge: lightning powers and super speed. Using the dynamo-cage (an eggman invention that can harness the power of the wisps) she was able to super charge her abilities at the cost of her stamina. Using this, she actually almost kills sonic(I’m pretty sure one of the writers said his heart actually stopped for a few seconds during that exchange).

kit: he has this invention on his back that resembles a backpack that acts as a water reservoir. Using this he can create water tendrils and use them in combat and moving around quickly.

here’s a collection of my favorite pages/panels starring these guys:

Y’all let me know if I was inaccurate about anything!

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #surge idw #kit the fennec #kitsunami the fennec #kit idw #dr starline #starline the platypus #starline idw #asks

[nyxnygma]

A m!reader or gn! Reader with zsasz? (Smut if you’re comfortable) breaking into Penguins house looking for info and Zsasz catches them

Caught || Victor Zsasz

[Victor Zsasz x M!Reader]

Summary: you get caught by Zsasz that results in the you and the assassin participating in flirty banter

Warnings: sexual innuendo, violence, held captured, knife stuff

Masterlist

A/N: I haven’t watched Gotham in ages and I’m tired so I apologise if it’s rubbish. I’m also sorry this took so long. Also no smut for male readers cause I don’t want to make it seem like I’m sexualising the relationship and also idk how to write them

You knew it was a dangerous mission, but you took it anyways. Tabitha hired you to find any information that could assist in bringing down Penguin and she was offering big bucks.

Slowly, you snuck through the window of the office and let your eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere. You head straight for the desk; you knew Penguin would not be so stupid to have his dark secrets spilled out on the desk for anybody to find but you had to start somewhere. The papers were stacked neat upon the in table and you flicked the through them quickly but only found bills and receipts, just as you expected.

Moving to the bottom draw, you feel a floorboard creak beneath your foot. You knew it was cliché but you moved and lifted the wooden panel to find a large tin box. “Jackpot,” you whisper under your breath.

“Jackpot indeed,” another voice chuckled before you were knocked out.

Your eyes slowly opened. You must be wearing a blind fold because you couldn’t see your surroundings. “Shit,” you murmur. You couldn’t believe that you were caught.

“Have a nice sleep?” The voice spoke again.

“Tell me who you are,” you demand.

“Alright, Zsasz,” he chuckles, “you could’ve just asked though, no need for the attitude.”

“Oh yeah; no need for attitudes. I’m just tired to a chair and blindfolded,” you scoff. You had heard of Zsasz, everyone has. He is notorious for being the most sadistic sociopath in Gotham, which is quite the accomplishment.

“You’re a snarky one, aren’t you?” He sniggers, “If it makes you feel better you look hot tied up.”

“Did you just- are you flirting with me?” The shock in your voice was evident.

Zsasz chuckled once more, “You wouldn’t blame me if you saw yourself.”

“Take this blind fold off then,” You shrug. You were about to open your mouth to speak again but was stopped when you felt the cold metal of a blade being dragged across your cheek before cutting the fabric over your eyes.

You blinked hard four times as you eyes settled to the bright room. You must have been out for the whole night.

“Ta-Da!” Zsasz smirks. You examine the assassin before you; admiring the black fashion that adorned him. You also took in account the weapons that decorated he belt. “Checking me out, huh?”

“Just finding a way to get out of here,” you smile smugly up at him.

He shakes his head, “you can try but you will not succeed.”

“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” You roll your eyes. You flinch as a strong gloved hands held your chin and jolts your head up.

“You have such gorgeous eyes,” he hums before revealing the small knife in his other hand, “it’ll be a shame if I had to remove them.”

“What do you want?” You sigh in -embarrassing quick- defeat.

“That’s better, handsome,” Zsasz stepped back, letting your chin go, “I want to know why you were snooping around the boss’ office. Who sent you?”

“What makes you think I was sent?” You tilt your head.

“Since Penguin has no affiliation with you and you obviously look like a common thief so why would you go to his office when it is public knowledge the valuables are upstairs?” he shrugs.

You blinked.

“Oh come on, pretty boy,” he sighs dramatically (you blush at the nickname), “it’s Penguin who wants to know. I was happy to kill you right there and then. So who sent you?”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” you smile smugly up at him. You decided to play along with his flirting game.

You weren’t expecting the assassin to do it but he held your chin once more and brought your lips together but it only lasted fifteen seconds. “So. Who sent you?” You looked up at him wide eyed with blushing cheeks. “Oh come one, handsome, a deal is a deal.”

“This woman at the Siren,” you break the eye contact and look down to the carpeted floor.

“Which woman?” He presses for more information. He moved to stand behind you and held your shoulders, the contact making you jump a little.

“I don’t know her name.”

“Yes you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Hmmm.. yeah you do.”

“This woman just walked up to me and knew who I was.”

“Barbara or Tabitha.”

“What?”

“The Siren, right?” He leans forward so his face was beside yours, “so was it Barbara Kean or Tabitha Galavan?”

“I didn’t catch her name, sorry,” you shrugged.

“Oh honey,” you for his hot breath on your neck, “this is gonna be a long night.

#Gotham #male reader #zsasz x reader #Zsasz #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #gotham x reader #gotham fic #gothamsmut #gotham headcanon #gotham series #gotham x male reader #Zsasz x you #the penguin #oswald cobblepot

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Minimal Loss: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: You and Spencer go undercover to a ranch that is run by a man who thinks he’s God. When you and Spencer are trapped there, you will do anything to protect him, even if it means putting yourself in danger.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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With the police on edge at being shot at, your team was called in for backup/help. They know you and Spencer are in here, but they don't know exactly what's going on. Hotch made sure to coordinate with the commander in charge only because he knows Hotch has two agents on the inside.

"Dave, they've left the choice of negotiators up to me," Hotch says to his friend.

The police and FBI have set up camp on the edge of the property so that they can be there in a flash if needed.

"I taught most of the hostage negotiation unit. Do you want a recommendation?"

"I'm making you the lead negotiator. Why go to the students when I have the teacher?"

"Because the teacher is emotionally involved, so is the agent in command," Rossi sighs.

"I know I am. This is a unique situation. We have two agents who could affect the outcome on the inside."

"True, but I can't be objective! I know them too well."

"This outcome depends as much on our ability to predict the moves of Y/N and Reid as Cyrus. That's why you're the best man for the job."

"Assuming that Reid and Y/N are still in a condition to make moves."

"I know how bad this is. That's why I want you doing the talking."

"Alright," Rossi finally gives in.

One of the sector members, Nathan Cole, approaches Hotch and Rossi with an angry look on his face.

"You're obviously not in charge. I can see that! I demand to know why I wasn't told that the FBI was sending undercover agents into the Septarian Ranch!"

"The only thing that you're in the position to demand is a lawyer," Hotch glares.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief. I'm the guy who's gonna tell the Attorney General of the United States whether to charge you with obstructing a federal investigation or negligent homicide."

"You can't talk to me like that."

"Get off my crime scene," Hotch says coldly.

Nathan Cole knows that if he stays, he will be arrested. To avoid that, he has no choice but to leave. Hotch finds the true person in charge, Dan Torre, who knows more about this than anyone else.

"You know Dave Rossi. I assume introductions aren't needed," Hotch says to Dan.

"We've been here before, haven't we?" Rossi chuckles.

"Waco. Ruby ridge. Freeman standoff. Let's hope someone listens to you guys this time."

"Oh, they did more than listen. They put us in charge."

"Bring us up to speed."

"I've sent the state police packing. They started this mess. We lost a man in the process. Hope that's okay."

"If you hadn't, we would've."

"Good. County sheriffs have had no run-ins with the sect. So, we're using them as support. We've had no contact with them so far. They've got solar power which we can shoot out the panels if you think--"

"No. That's an escalation," Rossi cuts him off.

"Okay, but that means they have access to the news."

"I'll get JJ to talk to the press. Are your men ready to be briefed?" Hotch asks, and Dan nods. "Let's go."

Hotch, Rossi, and Dan head inside the small trailer where Derek, Emily, and the rest of Dan's men are gathered.

"This is how we're going to do things," Rossi starts. "I call this the 'minimal loss scenario'. Every person we get out is a life saved. We won't save them all. All of us have to be prepared to accept that situation."

"Cults are structured like pyramids. You got the leader at the top, the diehard believers beneath, and the biggest group--the base--followers or the women and children. These are the people we can save," Derek adds.

"The 'trickle, flow, gush' strategy is designed to get base followers out. First, one or two, then three or four, and then as many as we can as fast as we can. If at any point it starts to go bad, we go in. The leaders are charismatic sociopaths who target those most susceptible to their seduction. They have the ability to see what each person needs, and then they become that thing. We have to undermine their perception that we're an invading army laying siege to their home."

"We'll lose the fatigues. Will rancher's clothes work for ya? Like we did at the Freeman standoff?" Dan asks.

"That's perfect. Anything we can do to demilitarize the situation," Rossi nods.

The next step is actually calling Ben and trying to negotiate, which takes some time. Ben has a secure line that is hard to get into, but once he does, Rossi is able to make a call to him. However, who picks up isn't what Rossi expects.

"Hello?" Rossi asks when no one speaks.

"You killed my mom and daddy. Are you going to kill me too?" the little girl that Jessica was holding asked.

"No one is going to kill you, honey," Rossi sighs.

There is a pause, and someone else takes the phone.

"This is Benjamin Cyrus. Who am I talking to?"

"David Rossi, an FBI agent. We sent the state police away. There's just us and the local sheriff. All we want to do is resolve this before anyone else gets hurt."

"Then leave us alone."

"I'm afraid we can't do that, Benjamin. One of the police bled out on the way to the hospital. So, let's just stop this before things get worse. Please, just put down your guns and come out."

"We're believers, Dave. We believe that God says what he means and means what he says. His laws don't depend on what state you live in."

"I have no issues with your beliefs."

"You don't, but the state does."

"I can't answer for other people."

"Oh, God will answer for everyone in the final battle I've foreseen."

"That's why I'm here--to make sure that this is not a battle. Now, the three child services workers--"

"One of them is dead. It wasn't us."

Everyone stops what they are doing. Hotch holds his breath as he waits to hear which one is dead. If you or Spencer is dead, he won't ever forgive himself for it.

"I need a name to inform the family," Rossi says, trying to contain his emotion.

"Her name was Nancy Lunde."

Derek closes his eyes and lets out a silent sigh of relief, and Hotch lowers his head so the others don't see the worry in his eyes.

"Okay. Now, please, Benjamin, send out your wounded. I promise you they'll be well taken care of."

"With enough supplies, we can tend to our own."

"Okay. I need a few hours to put it together. I'll bring them up myself at first light."

Ben hangs up, and Rossi lets out an audible sigh of relief that you and Spencer are okay. It's sad about Nancy, for sure, but both of you are okay... for now.

"You know they can take you hostage, right?" Dan asks.

"I'm going to confirm the kids, Spencer, and Y/N are okay."

"Rossi, let me go with you," Derek begs.

He thinks of you as a sister and Spencer is his best friend. He has to make sure you both are okay.

"No. This is about building trust. I will go alone."

"I want the parabolic arc mics fixed on every window in that structure," Dan says to his men.

"They won't pick up much. They have blinds on all the windows. Unless they're shouting, the glass won't vibrate enough for us to get an audio."

"Well, if they're not shouting, these bugs will pick 'em up, at least until the batteries die. How familiar are agents Y/N and Reid with our playbook?" Dan asks.

"The BAU wrote the CIRG handbook. They'll know that we're trying to get ears in there at all times," Hotch answers.

CIRG stands for Critical Incident Response Group, and they are responsible for providing rapid assistance to incidents in a crisis, such as this one.

"Good. Let's hope they can get these people talking."

"They will."

Your team is here, you can feel them. You overheard Ben talking to someone on the phone, and he could only be talking to one person: Hotch or Rossi. You know they're out there, but you don't know what they're waiting for. Ben told you and Spencer that you could sleep well knowing you'll be safe, but you can't sleep like this.

All the kids are confused, all their parents are panicking, and all of that is being siphoned by you. You're in full-on panic mode, and pushing it down all night has made you jittery. Spencer tries to help however he can without raising an alarm, but you can't accept it at this point. The only thing that will help is if you put distance between you and this entire ranch.

Something is happening when the sun comes up, but you don't know what. When it does finally arrive, you and Spencer are brought to the church where everyone else is. Women, children, men, Ben, and his followers. There's virtually no space between you and Spencer since you need him close for comfort. Spencer has your hand in his, but it's obstructed by your bodies so Ben doesn't see if he were to look over.

Ben is expecting someone to come, and soon, they show. The door to the church opens and Rossi walks in wearing normal clothes, not his FBI outfit. He looks around until his eyes land on yours and Spencer's. He can see how scared you are, but he doesn't acknowledge you in fear it will ruin everything.

He's holding a box full of supplies for Ben, and he welcomes him with a curt nod.

"Dave? I'm Ben. Come on in. These are the children and our guests," Ben says, welcoming him in.

"I'd hope you'd let me take the children."

"No, they're under our protection. They stay for now while I pray for God's guidance. Please don't try to force us out."

"No one's gonna try to force you out of here. Trust me."

"Trust is earned. Tell them I'm not crazy. Tell them I'm just a man living by God's law."

"I will."

Since Rossi has no business being here anymore, he glances over at you as he leaves the church. He knows you two are okay, and you also know that whatever was in that box he brought over, it has something on it that will allow your team to hear what is happening inside. Maybe they have bugs attached to it or whatever, but you know they'll hear everything happening.

"Prepare the wine," Ben says to Chris. "We are celebrating. Everyone drinks. Everyone rejoices because today, we are one day closer to being with Him."

Chris passes out cups with suspicious liquids in them. You refuse to eat or drink anything Ben and his followers hand out, so you politely decline when they pass by you. Luckily, they don't give you a second glance. They had no intention in giving you whatever they're serving, and you're grateful for that.

You look around the church and spot Jessica who looks at Ben with admiration and love. Something isn't adding up. Jessica looks to be in love with him, so why would she make that 911 call? Right next to her is her mother, and as soon as you see her body language, you know exactly who made the call.

"Look at Jessica's body language and the way she looks at him. She literally worships him. There's no way she made that 911 call. I think her mother did," you whisper to Spencer.

"Trust in God with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. Trust in mine," Ben says.

Kathy gets up and tries to block her daughter's view of Ben, but Jessica is quick to look around her.

"Look how she comes between Ben and her daughter. She's inserted herself between them. She made the call so we'd come here and save her."

"Acknowledge him in all things, and he will guide your way. Drink to acknowledge Him, and I will guide our way."

Everyone holds up their glasses, and they all drink to celebrate together. Something isn't right. Ben is too calm. It's like he was waiting for this to happen, and now that it has, he feels vindicated.

"We will be with him soon. We have drank the poison together. Mothers... Fathers... Children... Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death we fear no evil. For thou are with us. God will wipe the tears from their eyes, and there will be no more death nor sorrow nor crying. There will be no more pain. For all of the former things have passed away."

"He's going to commit mass suicide," you whisper with wide eyes.

Your heart beats faster as your breathing picks up, but Spencer lays a hand on your thigh to calm you down.

"You're letting your panic cloud your judgment. I don't think it's real. I think he's bluffing."

"Why do you think that?"

"Just after he told them about the poison, he waited for them to start to react. Then he nodded to Chris, and he started writing. Look. They're scanning the audience looking for reactions."

He's right. His followers are writing down the names of those who are crying, which shows they aren't loyal to Ben.

"It's a loyalty list, so he knows who will follow him to the end."

After a few moments of silence, Ben speaks again.

"Be still. There was no poison. Instead a test of faith. Because your adversary, the devil, waltzes about as a roaring lion! Choosing whom he may devour. Watch each other for signs of weakness. You are your brother's keeper."

"I can't take this anymore, Spencer. I want to go home," you whisper and look up at him.

"I know it's overwhelming for you. I know you're scared, but you can't freak out. If you do, you, me, and other people might die. Just look at me when you're feeling this way. I'm right here."

He's right. You have to pull yourself together. You'd slap yourself if you weren't frozen to your seat. Whatever plan Rossi has, he better do it fast because you need to get out of here.

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[mrwolfhare]

Kind of a drawtober thing. (15, 16, 17) <- Previous

15. Heist

“And there he goes. Kinda cute him skittering like that with a pack full of explosives. Comm links on silent?”

“Silent, Boss.”

“Six minutes, then we move to Slag’s position. Udeex on point?”

“On point, Boss. His beacon should activate… now. Vent is fully dead now, Roden…Rocket should be able to get to the power grid panel without any issue.”

“Oh, don’t bother with the name crap, only did it so the rat wouldn’t run.”

16. Payday

“Move, move, move, we got one more crate to get on the ship.”

“One minute left!”

“Flark! Gods damn that Plax, leave it, leave the crate.”

“That’s a million units!”

“And we were less one body to carry it. We go, now!”

“You heard the boss, on the ship, now!”

“Comm links are reconnecting now, Boss.”

“Xiol, how’s things at the ship?”

“Still quiet, on your way?”

“Yeah, less than a minute. Rocket, you hear me?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s the distraction coming along?”

“Planting last bomb, on my way to the vent exit now.”

“Great, second you see the exit, stay in the vents and blow the bombs, we’ll use the distraction to come pick you up.”

17. Patsy

Five minutes earlier…

“Oh, don’t bother with the name thing, only did it so the rat wouldn’t run.”

“Rat?”

“Type of rodent.”

“So it’s a rat?”

“Don’t know, don’t care, and after tonight, won’t matter.”

“How so?”

“The rat’s last part in the plan.”

“The distraction with the bombs?”

“Yeah, we’ll be long gone by the time he sets them off.”

“Ah, not going around to pick him up at the vent again?”

“Not if we want to be rich, no. The vent locks are on a completely different grid. Second he sets off the distraction, those things closes off tight. Plus, what a rodent gonna do with that much units, buy a water bowl? Flark no, by the time we’re gone, the rat’s going to be the Grandmaster’s problem.”

“Doubtful, Topaz will probably kill it long before he even sees it.”

“Good point. And there goes the power, let’s move.”

#Rocket Raccoon #Drawtober

[nyamadermont]

The Book of Doors

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF217 Portal Fiction

Avatar: Legend of Korra

996 words

With a kiss, Lin stepped through the door, closing it behind her. 

Kya rested her hand against the panel, wishing she could just stand here, waiting for it to open again and let Lin walk back inside. 

She sighed and let her forehead tilt against the door. 

Another few hours won’t kill me, she told herself. She took a bracing breath and turned back inside to face a day of cleaning. 

[Image ID: A dark brown or black rectangle with an amber glow in the middle. The text '#FFF217 Portal Fiction' is centered, in white.]

For no specific reason, her eyes lighted on a small red book she didn’t recognize, peeking out from the couch cushions where Lin had been sitting the night before. 

Kya wrinkled her face in a mix of curiosity and confusion, wondering what manner of book Lin, of all people, would be stuffing in the couch cushions. 

I know where she keeps her smut, after all, she smirked to herself. 

She bent her knee under herself, fished the little book out, and settled in comfortably for a little light reading. 

But there was no title page. No author. No publication information. Frowning in bemusement, Kya fanned the pages gently, only to realize that the pages were stiff and thick. 

She closed the book again and examined the cover.

It felt old. The spine felt loose and flexible. There were a few stains from handling, but again, no indication of a title or author. She lifted the front cover gently, but only found a blank endpaper. Not even “Property of Lin Beifong” in her stylized, blocky script. 

Kya flipped the first page over and was confronted by a door she’d recognize in any circumstance. It was the family’s own door to the one private residence on Air Temple Island. Aang’s personal mark was etched at eye level, just the way she, Bumi, and Tenzin had added it the night he had died. As if they would need it to remember him. Kya knew she wasn’t the only one to touch it before entering the residence. 

The tears swam in her eyes as she started looking through the book. Plain brown doors were paired with decorative red-framed doors. She recognized the door to Katara’s home in the South and Izumi’s private quarters in the Fire Palace. But most of the doors were unfamiliar. 

Some were photographs while others were cut from magazines. A few looked like Lin had sketched them from memory or imagination. 

She laughed at the sketch of a person she suspected was Su, standing in a Zaofu doorway, but cut off at the shoulders. 

“Head wouldn’t fit,” was scratched into the gutter of the page. 

And then she came to a small, plain door with the number 524 on a plate drilled into the frame. 

Unlike the others, this door was slightly ajar. 

Her tears were back. 

Hanging from the plate was the small red tassel Kya had added on a whim the first day she came home. The day after, well, after everything the day - and night - before had been. 

And that was the smile Lin saw when she opened that door from the hallway. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Lin asked with a smile. 

Kya just turned the book to face her, watching for a reaction. 

She got several. Surprise, embarrassment, and amused resignation were the three she’d remember. 

“You found my ‘book of doors.’”

Kya wiggled a little to make more room as Lin divested herself of her boots and other small items. Kya stretched a leg along the back of the couch and lifted her arms. 

Lin just shook her head and settled down inside Kya’s embrace.

Kya brought her arms down and closed the book back, but held it where they could both see it. “Would you tell me about this?”

Lin took a deep breath and relaxed a little more. 

“I started this a little while after Tenzin.” As always, she paused before moving ahead with her story. She brushed her hand against Kya’s, and together, they opened the book to the temple residence door. 

“I imagined what it would be like to open this door, except this time, I stayed with him. Did I give in and have children with him? Did we run away to get married and let Bumi have the airbender kids?” She snorted softly. 

She paged through the book, touching some of the doors, but brushing right by others. “I started writing stories in my head about different lives I might have lived.” She pointed to one and explained, “In this one, your mother made friends with a spirit dragon.” She snorted again. “There’s even one where Pema divorces Tenzin and moves in with me.”

Kya couldn’t stifle her surprised laugh. “I don’t think I could tell her that, even if I wanted you to kill me.”

Lin shrugged against her. “She knows.”

Kya choked. “What?”

Lin shrugged again. “She caught me doodling one afternoon and just wouldn’t let it go. I thought she’d punch me or kick me out.”

Kya could barely feel her eyebrows anymore. 

“But?”

Lin chuckled. “She kissed me on the cheek, said I would be her first choice, and left me there.”

Even from behind, Kya knew Lin was smirking.

They turned a few more pages in silence, until they came to the door Lin had just entered. 

Kya rested her cheek against Lin’s head and hummed softly. 

“This one is different,” she whispered. 

Lin flexed so she could twist and face Kya. 

“It’s the one where you really are here, with me, for as long as you want to stay.” Her face was still, and Kya couldn’t quite tell if she was serious or nervous.

In a small voice that managed to be both timid and confident, Lin continued, “I left the door open for you.”

Kya’s heart melted. 

She set the book down in Lin’s lap so that she could bring both hands to caress Lin’s face. She kissed her. 

“The only reason I’ll ever leave that door again is so I can come back to you.”

Special shout-outs to @slowdissolve and @frooopsen !

#flash fiction friday #fff217 #portal fiction #kyalin #kya ii #lin beifong #nyama's short stories

[wvbaandtheboys]

Hey I’m currently editing this post rn so reblog when I’m done editing but just know since it’s funny and fun I’m gonna make fnaf mechanics for the Wii boxers based offa my fnaf post for funsies so gimme like 5 minutes (btw it’s gonna be kinda unfair but that’s the point. You wouldn’t survive HAJSJSN)

Little Mac: Well, Mac’s a bit of a trickster and he loves making your night even harder. Whenever you catch the rascal moving about off his stage, make sure you monitor him. Cause this little sucker’s gonna try and shut off your power. And if he does that, I think you know what happens to you. If he’s in the generator room, make sure you flicker your flashlight on the camera to let him know he’s been caught! That’ll send him back to his place.

“Aww…! Alright… But you won’t find me next time… >:]”

Glass Joe: Oh mon dieu, the robot of this beloved, charismatic Frenchman is out for blood! But don’t worry. Joe is very easy to deal with… and don’t feel bad for doing this to him, he’ll kill you if you hesitate. If Joe pops into your office for a quick visit through your left door, slam the door to strike him! Don’t take too long! He’s eager and ready to pounce!

“AH! MY CHIN-!”

Von Kaiser: Hoo boy. Kaiser’s usually calm as can be and has no interest of coming to harass you… that is, if you keep his stage mechanics wound up to keep him occupied. Don’t do it? Kiss your ass goodbye cause he’s gonna rush into your office and give you the beating of a lifetime… well, the beating that will end your life. So just keep him calm and all will be good, yeah? Yeah. The only hope you have to stop him is to listen out for what door he’s rushing at and shutting it.

“Teste meine Geduld nicht...”

(“Do not test my patience…”)

Disco Kid: Ah, he’s real silly. The robotic version of our disco loving friend is still as much of a music lover as the real one! And you’d better know your stuff when it comes to keeping the rhythm. Disco will enter your office and play a series of notes from his speaker with a series of poses. You have a panel with four different notes that have icons of the poses. Replay the same rhythm and Disco will happily leave you to your work. Keep him waiting or press the wrong button? It’s game over for you.

“Can ya feel the rhythm, Peter? C’mon and dance with me!”

King Hippo: This guy’s hungry! And well, Hippo’s not exactly opposed to taking a bite out of you… he’s pretty hungry. But he’ll relent as long as you keep him fed… but apparently, everyone’s out to make everyone riled up. Check his stage from time to time and make sure none of the boxers are trying to steal anything from him! If you see anyone trying to bother him, play an audio bit by pushing the button on his camera to scare them off. If he doesn’t have any food of his own? Well well… guess you’re on the menu… :p (let my man eat in peace)

“Hippo hungry… Keep your hands off Hippo’s food! >:[“

Piston Hondo: Now he may be as respectful as the actual Hondo during the day… but no one said he had to be after hours. (He’s a bastard.) So, here’s the deal. You have to be listening to keep Piston from coming over there and Hondo Rushing you until your intestines become outtestines. He’ll come through the vent above you. To stop him, you just gotta look up and focus the light on his face. If he’s lost the element of surprise, he’ll leave you alone. Keep an ear out though. He doesn’t make much noise.

“Kuso…!”

(“Dammit…!”)

Bear Hugger: Nope. Absolutely not. You are DEFENSELESS against this bear. The light and doors won’t save you. The only choice you have is to hide underneath your desk and wait for him to leave, he’ll walk past. But he’s not dumb, so you’ll have to time it. If you hide when he’s already seen you, well… you know.

“…Eh? Where’d ya go?…”

Great Tiger: Who knew robots could use magic? No, but seriously, don’t mess around with him. Tiger will make his presence known by his gem glowing in the vent on the opposite of you. When he gives you that signal, you’ve got less than a minute to find all 3 of his clones either on your cameras or around your office. Once ya do, he’ll leave you be. Run out of time? Say goodbye.

“Find them… and I’ll let you live. Don’t… and you won’t see the sun rise.”

Don Flamenco: Oh sweet! Robo Don’s out to kill you! Don’t sweat it, this guy’s easy. Don will show up at your right door. He even offers you a rose! Don’t take it though- shut the door in his face! >:] He’ll get the hint and buzz off.

“OYE! …Oww… Veo…”

(“OYE! Oww… I see…”)

Aran Ryan: Well you would think he’d be a hassle to deal with and he can be if your RNG is shit. But really, he’s pretty easy. If Aran pops up from any of your office entrances, make sure you don’t look at him. Depending on where he is, simply look straight or pull up your camera. He’ll get bored and leave.

“Ah… yer no fun…”

Soda Popinski: Russian powerhouse! He’s just an inconvenience though. If you hear Soda running up a hallway, leave the doors open and let him pass though. If you try and shut a door on him, he’ll break it. …And well, you know. That’s bad. He’s just making sure you’re okay.

“Aha! Here I come!”

Bald Bull: Angry. Wants blood. Your blood, specifically. Unlike the other bots, he won’t leave easily. Every once in a while, he’ll turn on and rush to your office. When you hear him, close and hold the door shut. He’ll bang on it a few times, but he’ll relent and leave if you keep it shut. Slamming the door on this bull will just make him even more angry.

“UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU COWARD!”

Super Macho Man: Ah. He’s just as much of a jerk as the actual Macho Man. Just that he’ll kill you if you inconvenience him. Yet another specialized panel will appear if Macho Man’s in your office. Just press it and it’ll snap a “photo” of him. Sometimes he’ll pose twice or even three times, so make sure ya pay attention. Don’t ignore him.

“Photo op!”

Mr. Sandman: Yeah, he’s scary, but he’s okay to deal with. Sandman’s asleep on his camera, and will progressively wake up with the commotion of the other robots. Make sure to keep an eye on him to send him back to sleep. If he wakes up, he’s gonna come straight for you. Don’t try and fight him. You won’t win… time to go to Dreamland.

“…Brush your teeth… it’s bedtime, Peter baby.”

#punch out!! #punch out wii #aran ryan #glass joe #piston hondo #mr sandman punch out #soda popinski #bald bull #disco kid #von kaiser #little mac #super macho man #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #lemme know if ya want spo I’ll do it lol

[kriegertops]

Trying to picture Sophia’s talk with her parents about her new girlfriend. I’m imagining it went something like this:

Mom, dad- do you remember me telling you about that soccer couple? I’ve met them a few times and have been following their journey as a family- I’ve even commented on all their milestone posts? Well, anyways, the less attractive one and I found ourselves really connecting at some panels we did this summer. We hung out, we flirted, we were super touchy feely- took a bunch of pictures and videos- it’s all over the internet. Well it turns out, she’s a self involved narcissist just like me! So we totally bonded! And we *kind of * hooked up. I mean, we can’t admit it, but we decided we should both leave our spouses and be together, because it’s true love!! What? Well, yes, she does have a barely one year and a barely two year old. I know, that IS a young family. But her wife is super controlling and won’t put out, so…what’s Ashlyn supposed to do? Like try to work on her marriage after her wife retires? That’s way to mature for her. Her wife made this IG posts making it seem like we cheated, and now Ashlyn is getting massively cyber bullied! It’s awful! It’s so bad, I had to help her write this notes app statement to get fans off her back. Turns out, it didn’t work, but now we get to play the victim and make seem like it’s us against the world! It’s brought us even closer!! How’s her ex wife doing? Well, it’s really annoying because she is completely killing it and super busy, has all these new jobs and events to go to. I can’t understand the fuss, tbh. I mean, it’s not like was the star of this cheesy CW teen drama for years. She’s just calmly moving on with her life. It’s hard, bc it makes Ashlyn feel bad about her selfWhat’s Ashlyn’s job? Ugh…was hoping you wouldn’t ask about that. Well, because everyone is against her (like the entire woso community took her ex’s side) she can’t get any regular work. I mean, I hooked her up with this foundation, so she’s got something to do. But she’s kinda down and out right now. I’ve been paying for her flights all over, and we took a trip. But, what’s the point of being THE Brooke Davis if I can’t spend my hard earned royalties on my greasy, mulleted, tatted, low life, grifter girlfriend? WHAT? You don’t see this working out? Well, we are going to prove everyone wrong! You keep reading all my passive aggressive IG quotes and posts, and you’ll understand. Okay, wish I could talk more, but we’re going to get hers and hers matching nipple piercings- talk soon!! ❤️

How’d I do? 😈

This is amazing and made me laugh so much! Thank you anon for making my day😂🔥🫡

[mytheoristavenue]

@mytheoristavenue, can you do a one shot about Donatello stopped having feelings for April after being heartbroken and vowed never to fall in love again, please?

Sure, thanks for the ask!

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader - Tough Love

Warnings: Claustrophobia, angst

Summary: You and Donatello get trapped in a security office together, and you take the opportunity to pry as to why he doesn't like you.

You smiled, excited. Splinter had finally granted you permission to go out on a mission with the turtles, feeling you were ready for field work. You giggled as Mikey bowed to you, allowing you to ascend the ladder leading to the surface before him.

The NYC streets suddenly felt more dangerous as you pulled yourself up into the fog that had settled on the wet pavement. You stared for a moment, still halfway out of the pothole.. "Uh, Mamas? Could you move?" A voice called form beneath you startled you out of your trance.

"Oh crap, yeah. Sorry, Mikey." you smiled nervously, climbing out and watching him ascend.

Upon Leo's instruction, you all made your way to TCRI, believing that the Kraang was planning something big. Arriving after a small trek, the leader in blue directing his troupe through the building. “Alright, guys, here’s the plan.” He began quietly. “The bulk of the Kraang are going to under that dome right there,” he explained, pointing to a large dome window with light pouring out of it. “We need to find out what’s in that room, which means we’ll need to hack our way into it. Raph, Mickey and I are going to break into that room after Donnie unlocks it, that way we can try and take out as many droids as we can. Then we’ll all investigate together.”

As Leo finished his speech, Donatello produced a map of the building, explaining which routes everyone would take to get to their positions. You tried listening as intently as you could, but you couldn’t help but feel left out. “Um, Leo,” you piped up, shyly. “What should I do?” You wished you had a shell to crawl into when you noticed the spiteful glare on Don’s face for interrupting him.

“Oh, my bad, (Y/N), I’m still not used to you being with us. You’ll go with Donnie to hack the security system.” he replied with a kind smile. 

“Oh no,” the brown eyed turtle intervened, stubbornly crossing his arms. “Not happening. She’ll just get in my way. I’ll go alone.”

“This is not up for negotiation.” Leo clarified. “She’s going with you, you won’t be any help to us if you get attacked while you’re doing your thing.” You felt so awkward having the boys fight over you. To be honest, you weren’t thrilled to he on Donnie’s team either. He was mean to you and you were never able to do right by him. Finally your partner rolled his eyes and begrudgingly agreed, grunting.

You all broke off into your respective teams when you reached the base of the building. “Just follow me, and stay out of my way.” Don snapped at you harshly as the pair of you began to scale the building. Once close enough to the floor on which the security office lied, he used a small glass cutter to trace out an opening on a large window, before gently setting the cut-out against the floor. You crawled in after him, tripping over the cut-out, and knocking over a desk chair in the process. Donnie whipped around shushing you. “What are you doing, are you trying to get us killed?” he hissed.

“I-I’m sorry, I tripped.” you replied shamefully, dusting yourself off and following him out of the room. The pair of you snuck through the florescent hallway, flattening against the walls to avoid capture. Finally, Donnie found the correct room, easily hacking the keypad and opening the door. You follow him into the room, gazing around at the multiple cameras and controls. The purple clad turtle cracked his knuckles, sitting down in the office chair, before rolling up to the panel to begin his work. 

Flattened against the door, you diligently kept look out to the tune of keys clacking under your partner’s fingertips. Donatello let out a victorious chuckle as the large computer screen in front of him turned green, allowing him access to the manual override. Ringing Leo up on his T-Phone, he notified him that security measures would fall soon, and that he’d only have a short window of opportunity to enter the secret room. Once his older brother confirmed that he understood, Don finished the process of override.

Suddenly, his confident smile fell, as the two exits on either side of the office were barricaded by steel bay doors, the control panel retreated into a crevice in the wall, and a automated voice that said, “ Security override complete. Office lockdown initiated.” 

Donatello began to panic as the lowlight in the room gave way to a red, alerting hue, reaching out  to press as many buttons as he could before the panel fully retracted. After this, he resorted to brute force, joining you in trying to break down the door, but to no avail. “What’s happening?” you asked, concerned for your safety. 

“We’re locked in here until the security system repairs itself. “ he explained frantically, pulling put his phone again tot try to contact Leo. He growled in frustration as his signal failed over and over again, static playing on the screen. “Great, and we’ve got no signal. We’re trapped.”

You slid down the wall to a sit. This was definitely not ideal. Donnie, on the other hand paced back and forth, wracking his brain to find a different solution. Finally, he stopped, dramatically laying out on the floor. “We’ll get out soon when the security goes back online, right?” you asked optimistically. 

“Yeah,” he replied, rolling his eyes and sitting up. “But who knows how long that’ll be, plus when it does, we'll be ambushed.”

“So we’ll fight ‘em off, big deal.” you shrugged with a confident smile. “We got this.”

“You mean I’ll fight them off.” he scoffed, hurting your feelings a bit. 

You huffed, puffing out your cheeks. “I can fight, I’m a ninja too!” you argued. 

“You’re not a ninja. You been training for a few months, that doesn’t mean you’re actually competent enough to be in real combat.”

“Obviously I’m good enough if Splinter let me go out. And besides, Leo told me to help fight off the Kraang if they attack you.”

“Well,” Don sighed tiredly. “Splinter has been wrong before, and Leo just didn’t feel like babysitting you, so he made me do it.” You fell quiet after that, deeply hurt by his words. You hugged your knees, turning away from him. 

“At least I didn’t get us locked in here. That was all you, dude.” A bit of time passed, your insults slowly eating at each other as you sat in silence. “You know,” you piped up, sharply. “You have no reason to be as mean to me as you are. I never did anything to you.”

“Oh, grow up, I’m not mean to you.” Don spat back. “You’re just annoying, you get on my nerves.”

“How?!” you shouted, finally turning back to him, standing and dramatically flailing your arms. “All I do is try to avoid you, I tiptoe around you so I don’t piss you off. I’ve never been anything but kind to you, and all you are is cruel!”

Donatello’s facial expression shifted from annoyance to hurt. “I-I’m not cruel.” he reassured himself. “I’m not cruel!”

“I can’t recall anything nice that you’ve ever said to me.” you snarl, crossing your arms as he stands to his feet as well. 

“Bullshit, I say nice things to you all the time.” he defended himself proximately. “I could compliment you if I wanted to!”

“Oh, yeah?” you laugh ironically. “Do it, then! Try to say anything about me that’s not a blatant insult!”

“You make me smile!” he finally shouted, ironically spitefully. “I smile a lot thinking about some of the things you’ve said. You’re nice to be around.”

You had to admit, you were shocked. “You really mean that?” you asked, shyly as he nodded embarrassed. “Donnie...?” you began, feeling the need to get to the bottom of these hard feelings. “Why don’t you like me?”

“I do like you.” he said flatly. “That’s the problem. I don’t want anything to do with you, but I like you.”

“What do you mean...?” you asked , a little hurt and very confused. 

“After April,” he began with a heavy sigh, sitting down beside you, patting the floor beside him for you to sit with him. “I decided that I was content with being alone. I decided too good to fall in love again, that I was worth more than getting my heart broken again. But then you showed up. I tried really hard to ignore you and deny that I had feelings for you, but it’s hard, ya know?”

“You have feelings for me?” you asked, a hint of wonder in your voice.

“I do. And it pains me everyday. That’s why I’m so cruel to you. I thought that if I was mean enough, you’d just leave me alone, and I’d get over you, but it hasn’t worked yet.” He confessed, hanging his head in shame, waiting for your response. Instead, he got your cold hands cupping his cheeks, pulling him into a needy kiss. He was shocked, to say the least, and his heart pounded in his chest. Just as he felt your lips begin to pull away form lack of reception, he grabbed your shoulders, eagerly kissing back. 

When he finally pulled away, you panted from lack of air. “I like you too.” you breathed. “I really do.” As you leaned back into him, the lights begin to fade back into their original color, and the voice came over the intercom again.

“Security system online. Office lockdown lifted.” Withy that, the bay doors began to roll up, exposing the exits to the pair of you. From beyond the doors, you both can hear robotic chattering approaching quickly. Donatello glanced at you, jumping up. 

“You ready to kick some ass?” he asked with a confident smile, which widened when you nodded. He snuck you a peck on the cheek, fulling you up with him as you took a defensive stance. 

“Let’s do it.”

#tmnt donatello #donatello #donatello hamato #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt #TMNT 2012 #tmnt donatello 2012 #ask #answered ask #requests #follower request #requests open

[evita-shelby]

Love's a state of mind

Chapter 2

A/n: chapter 1 is a prologue taking place right before the movie, the rest of the fic takes place roughly two years prior to that.

Gif by @waywardbanditeclipseartisan

“I bet you’re ready to cut me loose, Bobby.” She said as he drove her home after his dad and his godfather showed him things she hadn’t mentioned.

When Peter Browning met her, he took his godson aside and told him his family would never approve.

Sure, she was an heiress and recently took charge of the green energy company she had bought from under their nose, but she was not the sort of woman Maurice Fischer and his right hand wanted for the heir.

For starters, she didn’t accept defeat even when Fischer Morrow was beating her to a pulp in the energy sector.

When that didn’t work, and Robert refused to give her up they dug up every speck of dirt on her.

And it was quite the list.

Browning’s blonde secretary ---one who had been angling to get the coveted title of Mrs. Fischer--- had made a powerpoint with all of it.

Gold-digging whore was the kindest thing her future father-in-law said to her at dinner tonight.

“After that night in New York, do you think I didn’t have you vetted. I am very selective of the women I am with.” He replied, surprising the hell out of her. “If slide fifteen didn’t scare me off the first time, it won’t the second time.”

Eva pretends to be scandalized at how casually he said it, “Robert Michael Fischer!”

“As if you didn’t do the same to me, Eva Leonor Smith.” He replied with her full name reminding her they had never actually asked each other what the initial stood for.

Most people assumed his middle name was Maurice, fuck, even she was surprised when she saw it on the files she got her hands on before the conference.

Eva couldn’t help but laugh as she enjoyed this slight moment of honesty with him, “Fine, I needed to make sure you wouldn’t blackmail me or have me arrested before I invited you to my room.”

“Well, I needed to make sure you wouldn’t blackmail me or have me arrested after you invited me to your room.” He threw her own words back with a teasing smile.

It pains her to know his dad and Browning are right, that she did seek him out for his name and money.

But as time passes, she finds herself falling for this man who pretends it doesn’t hurt to have the two men he loves tell him he is fucking fool.

“He is right, though, I did make plans to seek you out the moment I saw your name on the list of invites.” She admits to half the truth, and he doesn’t hide his disappointment with a pout she likes far too much.

“Oh.” The disappointment in his voice tears at her guilt.

She should end things now and admit she used him to get his company away from destroying her windfarms and solar panels and hope for the best.

But Eva doesn’t.

Eva wants him. She cared for him and loved how sweet and thoughtful and vulnerable he was with her.

“When I saw your name on the list, I knew I had to have you. Even if just for a night, I wanted you to be mine.” She says knowing one day he will know, and it will all go to hell.

Her words have the desired effect, his self-doubt and worries melt away and he smiles thinking it’s real.

It’s like a knife to her heart.

“I think I am falling in love with you.” Robert said and it takes all of Eva’s strength not to jump out of his car and kill herself right there.

It’s months after that dinner from hell when she says, ‘I love you’ and means it.

He is asleep and she’s just gotten into bed after working late. Eva whispered it in his ear before kissing his neck as she usually does.

She likes the way he reacts to it, to feel him wake up slightly and hum in pleasure as he comes to know she is home.

Eva hadn’t seen him all day, both working to meet deadlines that kept getting worse after they moved in together. Can’t even remember when they last fucked, there had been some foreplay when she surprised him during lunch the day before yesterday, but nothing else.

And it was killing her.

Browning and Rob’s old man were fucking relentless, pulling all the guns to get them to break up.

They hadn’t shared anymore dreams, they were too tired dealing with Browning’s bullshit and long workdays to remember her PASIV even existed.

Besides, every two weeks he leaves for Sydney, and he hasn’t mentioned taking her along for this trip. Not that he would have, it tears him to pieces to stand between his family and her.

Her family had welcomed him, her uncle Patricio especially.

How could they not, Rob was her first boyfriend since that sordid affair with Antonia, her cousin’s wife, and he was Robert fucking Fischer after all.

“I love you too.” He mumbled turned so he could spoon her instead.

So, Bobby’s had a good day, he likes being the little spoon when he has bad days. It was unbelievably cute, something she’d let him know when she noticed the correlation with his neediness and bad days ---not that she called him needy mind you.

Now that his father’s health has deteriorated, those were happening alarmingly often.

Hence why she thought he would enjoy the chance to blow off some steam with a quickie in his massive corner office.

Unfortunately, all she’d gotten was a bruised nipple for her troubles because his fucking godfather called him causing him to panic and bite down on the tit he had been sucking.

“We should take the day off, hardly seen you all week.” She suggested wishing he hadn’t been asleep already, anything he says right now might be forgotten in the morning.

Once he forgot to call his secretary and remind her to double check on the reservations for a business dinner.

Had Eva not foreseen it, he would’ve lost a pretty big contract.

“Yes, maybe we could steal away to New York for the weekend before we leave for Sydney.” He said as if he didn’t also work when they are in Sydney, but when he said it against her neck as they got comfortable, sounds absolutely perfect.

“We?” she asks and he nods before going back to sleep.

He’s up to something.

She has only been his girlfriend for less than a year and she knows he’s up to something.

Oh no.

He’s going to propose.

#eva smith fischer #robert fischer x oc #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer #robert fischer x eva smith #loves a state of mind fic

[yakumtsaki]

Thanks to my well-honed sim cockblocking reflexes, I put a stop to this nonsense before it escalated further, and now we’re gonna pretend it never happened! You hear me, sluts?? ENOUGH. 

-Don’t worry babe, that moron can barely keep us alive, let alone keep us apart!

Sophito I can’t even express how sick I am of your bullshit. Why don’t you just explain to us how a relationship with Eliza would work given your LTW, because I’d love to hear it.

-I’d figure it out!!

The only thing you’d be figuring out is how to survive massive blood loss after she cut your dick off, ok? Eliza is no Don, she’d take that rose of amnesia and stab you in the eye with it.

Speaking of Don, Sugar is determined to out-simp his father as he is about to kill both himself and Claire by hypothermia because he won’t stop hugging her long enough for them to get inside. 

-Oh darling, I can think of nothing better than staying here forever, embracing in the rain next to objects that tend to get hit by lighting!

You might have noticed a lack of Sugar the last few updates and it’s because ever since he won Claire’s heart he’s come down with a terrible case of Shajar Former Incel Syndrome. Remember when she finally got with Sophie and her entire personality disappeared because all she did was follow Soph around waiting to woohoo with her?? Well it’s time for round 2!

Our grades last semester were straight up embarrassing and we’re tittering on being broke again, mainly thanks to the 3 fortune aspiration douchebags and their delusional expensive wants, so it’s time to do the unthinkable: study.

-Ya, I don’t know how effective it is to be studying during June’s party?

Well Sugar, you of all people managed to cuck someone so clearly nothing is impossible around here.

Look how productive everyone is being! 

-Goddamn it, how do I insert a check for $5000 in this paper without ruining the formatting? You know what, I’ll just attach it in the email. 

ARE YOU BRIBING THE PROFESSORS. IS THAT WHERE ALL OUR MONEY IS GOING

-Of course I am, how do you think I keep getting A+s without ever studying?

I assumed you were a brainchad like Sophito??

-Ya, Sophito has been attaching his nudes instead of checks. 

Of course he has! 

What fresh hell is this, what is this rando feud?

-I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU AND YOUR FELLOW FORTUNE ASSHOLES, REGINALD, STOP WASTING ALL OUR SCHOLARSHIP MONEY ON RUGS AND COKE -Not just rugs and coke, June, also sculptures! -I DON’T CARE. JUST GO BANG YOUR OLD LADY AND LEAVE OUR MONEY ALONE

-Oh Erik, finally you can move in and bring all your cash with you!  -Well I do have like 1k in household funds! -HAHA- wait, you’re serious? YOU ONLY HAVE 1K?? -I sure do!

Erik what the fuck, even the llama brought more with him when he moved in.

-I’m only a freshman! And my entire bio is about wanting to be a starving artist! 

WANTING TO BE A WHAT NOW?? JUNE WE’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. I thought we were getting a boring, dependable John Burb type and instead we got Darren Dreamer, fuck.

-Oh, you broke, beautiful idiot, I’m so into you right now!

June.. istg. Frankly Erik as a marriage prospect is starting to feel barely above the nephew obsession-

-CASE IN POINT. ERIK WTF

-You didn’t check my personality panel before moving me in?

I SURE DIDN’T

-2 neat points :)

Fuck my life. Let’s just move on..

..Our party is going incredibly as usual!

-FUCK YOU, STACY, HOW DARE YOU PLATONICALLY INTERACT WITH SOPHITO IN FRONT OF ME

-FUCK YOU TOO, SOPHITO, I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL AND I NEVER WONDER IF WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER SOMETIMES WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP 

Can you people not be completely deranged for the duration of one (1) party?

Istg I can’t leave these flops unattended for more than a minute. REGINALD STOP BONDING WITH EVERY CREEPY PROFESSOR THAT CROSSES YOUR PATH

-Thank you, 00s Emo-Haired Professor, this is very flattering but I’m already in a committed relationship with your colleague, Geriatric Half-Alien Professor.  -Oh my, I’m so sorry! I’d never violate the Professor Dibs On Students Honor Code!

Ok ya, party over, everyone fuck off.

-Hi Stacy, what the hell are you doing? 

God’s work, that’s what she’s doing. Don’t let them bang, Stac, stay where you are! 

-Hey, genius, if we do the ‘shoo’ action she’s hardcoded to leave.

Fuck you, Eliza, I’m bringing reinforcements..

..HA. COCKBLOCK ACHIEVED ONCE AGAIN. Have fun, you two!

And you two I’m not letting out of my sight.

-You can’t win against me, Liz, my grandpa started teaching me chess as soon as I fell out of my mom on the bathroom floor. -Classiest birth your family has ever seen. -Both your dads wanted to marry into my family. -Wanted to marry in so badly they cheated on your grandpa with each other and he had to marry his third choice.

HEY. Wyatt wasn’t our third choice! (He totally was.)

-Well thank God you’re marrying Wilfred who’s always been your first choice! -Absolutely he is, he doesn’t at all bore my tits off. In fact, I’m gonna go wake him up right now and have loud sex with him and you can stay here, being a hoe who’s bad at chess. -Ok, have fun! -Oh, I will!

WELP I TRIED.

-Sophito, I feel our undefinable toxic relationship is gonna be a disaster for everyone involved.  -I know, isn’t it great? :D

#gen 3 #ts2

[hamable]

ALRIGHT GANG! BIG MENTOPOLIS POST EPISODE FOUR THEORY/TIMELINE

Conrad shuffles the paper to bring the Packet to Impelda’s attention. Imelda Pulse steals the packet that was supposed to be delivered to the boss’s desk EOD.

Elias has been revealed to be one that thinks ahead, so he’d know that with something this classified, any sign of him waivering, and he won’t be allowed out of the building.

He’s been taking copper supplements knowing the likelihood that if he makes a move to stop the psychometer research, he’ll be psychometered. As of right now, the psychometer functions as a mind reader, the research packet had information on how to make it a mind changer.

Either the higher ups get the info from the packet or from Elias’s mind directly. Elias must know this. It’s not confirmed he destroyed the packet but it’s my belief that he must’ve. If nothing else, hid it extremely well.

This is all happening in a matter of minutes. He steals the packet, destroys or hides it, and equips a grappling hook. Why? He’s not leaving this building alive, not before getting psychometered and maybe not after, the boss wouldn’t risk that loose string.

He meets the boss. The psychometer goes off. Two things happen at once.

Norrell Ogical is murdered by Logic, who is currently unaccounted for in Mentopolis, as the mayor is a fraud, but logics presence is clearly palpable throughout the city. Logic takes over the board to force Elias to jump out the window.

The psychometer goes off, destroys the keyhole and has entered Elias’s mind.

Regardless of how preplanned jumping out the window is, even if it was the only logical option left, it is a fundamentally illogical thing to do. Every instinct in the brain would be trying to stop you from doing it, and it only makes sense to logic, who plans to do it for Elias’s survival. Logic would have to get up to and take out some heavy hitters in order to take control of the panel in that moment. Hence, they’d have to kill Norrell Ogical.

Given that Freeze has been pretending to be Leon Logic for some extended period of time, that leaves the question of if Freeze usurped Logic (unlikely, freeze is not a man of action) or if Logic has gone more vigilante, taking care of what needs to be done under the guise of something else. The question is, what would that something else be? Is Elias only able to make Logical decisions under the guise of something else? Could Logic be working with Fawn, attempting to maintain a low profile at the company while bidding their time to put an end to the psychometer?

Conrad stated that Logic knew them, which is how they knew the Freeze was a fraud. But how long has Freeze been acting as logic? When did Conrad and logic meet, and what beef would they have? Because I don’t know if logic would blame Conrad for the ice skate accident. The Four Fs would, but logical would, I would hope, be more logical about it. And it doesn’t sound like Freeze has been in power since the ice skating incident, or else he’d know Conrad.

What really sells Logic working behind the scenes for me is the copper supplements. Obv Elias’s conscience is worried about the psychometer. That waivering faith is on his radar, no matter how small. Logically, if he were to change his mind, or even seem like he was unsure of the project, his bosses would have no reservations about using it on him. He knows this. He’s prepared for it. That, and bringing the grappling hook. It’s more of a snap decision, but proveabley NOT an impulsive one.

Oh one other thing. Logic is likely a key holder, likely even part of the Ogical family (heartbreaking). I bet a lot of the behind the scenes work has been at the board at olblongata station with Fawn. Fuck, is logical posing as someone we met? Fuckkkk if Wilton gets revealed as Logic I’m gonna bite someone.

This is my favorite type of story, I’m thriving rn.

TLDR: logic killed Norrell Ogical, it’s possible that Logic has been working undercover/vigilante for some time, we’ve yet to meet them. Freeze has been impersonating them as we know, possibly in cahoots (or too scared to say no hehe). Logic may also be working with Fawn, since it seems Elias will not allow Logic to rule his thoughts, but as Logic clearly still has a strong presence throughout the city, logic could be working with fawn to keep a low profile and bide Elias’s time as they work to end the psychometer project.

#dimension 20 #mentopolis #brennan lee mulligan #Mentopolis theory #dropout tv