#tru watches the defenders

[papirouge]

still thinking about that post calling White women the "perfect women" having to deal with "pure misogyny"

now you understand? you understand why I'll never go out of my way to cape for them? you understand why I will NEVER let myself be gaslighted into believing that because I'm not defending some random problematic wealthy White woman I'm a "class traitor"? you understand why I'll never believe a single word of these feminists whenever they say they are here for all women when they regularly show their butt like that ?

#this narrative is as much stupid as to say rich White men are 'perfect men' having the tru male privilege #so places where there aren't no White men they're privilege isn't 'perfect'? #you know damn well that men from non White countries have a much bigger capacity to control and oppress women #but nooo aKtcHualLy we have to defend millionaire white women ✨because the internet is mean✨ #papi truths #papi watch #whitefem be whitefeming

[amozon28]

ok being honest, at first i was a little disappointed how they changed the “how do i look” conversation between Vex and Percy, it came off far more casual in the show than the deep heart to heart it was in the stream. but upon thinking it over and watching the episode again i actually love it.

in the stream, vex and percy are far closer at this point in the story, percy has been regularly making her weapons, she hangs out with him in his workshop, they have had talks before this where percy has seen beyond Vex’s tough exterior. where they were in the stream at this point Vex was at a point where she was ready to be incredibly vulnerable with percy about something incredibly hurtful from her past. and percy knew vex well enough to say the right thing to reach her at that point

but in the show, vex and percy are close but they havent had a lot of one on one time yet, it would feel WEIRD for them to have the same emotional moment without it being earned. so instead the “how do i look” convo is then BOTH missing the mark. its vex saying it casually because shes still guarding herself from being truly open with percy. and its percy not seeing beyond her confident exterior and saying something well meaning but casual.

and it makes the rest of the episode a tru story arc for these two. percy gets to see FIRST HAND how vex doesnt talk back to her father, how she makes herself small in his presence and accepts his treatment of her. by the time theyre leaving Percy understands where vex was coming from when she asked “how do i look” convo. he GETS IT now. and he tries to make a point for Vex by giving her a title, to make her feel important. but instead it blows up in his face, and vex defends him.

instead we dont get their ACTUAL heart to heart until afterward. when theyre both dealing with the aftermath. Percy is far more heartfelt and gentle in how he talks to Vex, knowing now how touchy this subject is for her. and Vex is actually HONEST and opens up about her feelings towards her father and herself. and here is where we see percy start making her specialty arrows

in a single episode they speed ran HOURS upon hours of perc’ahlia slow burn that was the stream.

SO FUCKING GOOD

#perc'ahlia #tlovm spoilers #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #the legend of vox machina spoilers #tlovm commentary #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #mine

[the-doctor-3000]

𝔽𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

Summary: You always had a crush on your childhood friend, Miguel, and you've been there for him before he created the Spider Society but you had enough when you saw the way he treated Miles.

Fandom: Spider-Verse Ship: Miguel O'Hara x Reader Warnings: Angst(?), Some swearing

You were tired.

Not physically but mentally. You were tired of always defending Miguel. Tired of the way he pushed people away. Tired of watching him fret in the past.

You understood that the loss of his alternate reality daughter was not something easy to move on from but you drew the line when you saw how he treated Miles.

Currently you were sitting alone, watching the screens. The multiverse. Though when you spared a glance at the security cameras, you were beyond furious. You couldn't even speak. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you heard the front door open. You did not bother to turn around to look who it was.

"Y/n?" Miguel's voice did not sound confused, just uncertain if he should talk to you since he could feel there was something off with you. "Is everything--"

"Not another word, O'Hara." Your voice was as cold as ice and he felt himself tensing. "Care to tell me what the fuck was that about?"

You turned around, moved away, revealing a video of him when he and the rest of the Spider people were hunting down Miles.

"Oh, you saw that."

Your glare intensified. "I did."

"Listen. I know this sounds bad but it's the tru--"

"I do not give a damn!" You cut him off curtly. "He is just a kid yet you're treating him worse than a plague! You act as if he did this on purpose!" Miguel's eyes were wide in shock, he had never seen you that angry before. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. "No--- You don't get to talk. You technically told a boy, who had zero idea about all of this, that he should not exist! How messed up is this?!"

"Y/n, the multiverse--"

You laughed dryly. Unbelievable. He was going to explain himself by using the multiverse. "You are something, O'Hara. Truly. It would not hurt the multiverse if you were kinder to Morales."

"I had no time for kindness. He was going to escape and prevent a canon event--"

"He just wants to save his father. If you knew, wouldn't you do the same for your own family?"

"That's the problem, though, y/n. If he saves him then it will only get worse."

You straightened your back as you stared down at him coldly. "I thought he was not meant to be Spider-Man."

He sighed. "Why do I even bother? You wouldn't understand."

"Excuse me?! What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you are far too kind for your own good and, for this situation, for everyone's good!" Miguel said, his voice slightly raised but instantly dropped it. "You let your heart cloud your better judgement. Tomorrow you'll see your errors."

Your blood boiled and thought of screaming. Maybe you did but you could not tell. You were far too angry to notice. You really wanted to shout at him. To punch him hard on the face-- that face. Your childhood friend's face. Your crush.

You wanted so bad to slap him. You felt something wet running down your cheeks. You kept a straight face as you descended the stairs and walked up to him. He was shocked to see you crying. You raised your hand to slap him but immediately put it down with a heavy sigh.

"There won't be a tomorrow." Your voice was barely a whisper. "I quit." His breath hitched. "And you know what? I'm already seeing some errors I made." You walked past him to the exit. You stopped at the door and looked over your shoulder as you said, "It was loving you."

He turned around quickly and reached for you. "Y/n, wait---!"

You walked out of the room and left the building without looking back. Failing to see Miguel's heartbroken face, the face of a person who realized they were in love with a person that already loved them too late.

#miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #angst

[callmemrskenway]

Okay I know I said I’d write these eventually but I’ll probably just write drabbles for them: Can you please do some headcanons on the Hashiras of your choice reacting to their civilian s/o being injured by a demon? THANK YOU I LOVE YOU-

I love you too, Ioanna♡

Characters: Uzui, Rengoku, Obanai, Mitsuri, and Shinobu!

Tengen Uzui:

- For a brief moment that cocky exterior fades when he sees you, his eyes widen and his smirk falls but then he grits his teeth and his fists clench around his swords handles.

- He fights them off for a bit but not to kill, just to get them away from you and he orders his wives to get you to safety which they were going to do anyways because, um, DUH, THEY LOVE YOU.

- Suma is sobbing and begging you not to die, Makio is telling her to SHUT UP AND HELP, and Hina is the one that's holding you assuring you that you'll be okay.

- But back to Tengen, whose absolutely PISSED OFF. The moment you're safe, he then gives the demon the scariest goddamn glare ever and the demon realizes that they have FUCKED UP SEVERLY.

- He doesn't hold back during this fight at all and things get a bit more flashy. And by "Flashy" I mean "he brutally slaughters the bastard in cold blood because NO ONE lays a hand on his lovers, especially YOU."

- He wants the demon to feel pain but he also wraps the battle up quickly because he wants to check in on you as soon as possible. It's a bit of a hard call so he just casually lands a few brutal hits here and there before he finishes them off.

- And then he's hauling ass back to you four where he finds you asleep in Hina's lap, Suma cuddled up to your side with a tear streaked face from crying, and Makio holding your hand as she looks at Tengen as they inform him that they've managed to undo some of the damage but that they should bring you to the butterfly estate.

- He feels a lot of guilt in his heart as he sits next to you by your bed and he's there when you wake up, his wives give him alone time because he's feeling really guilty that you got hurt because of him and that the only person who can ease that guilt is you. And you do, as you kiss him and tell him that it wasn't his fault and praise him on how he flashily he defended you, which makes him smile.

- He praises you for being pretty flashy yourself, after all, not just anyone can survive a demon attack and if anything, it makes him even prouder that he's one of your lovers.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

- Rengoku wouldn't take his lover with him on a mission but I can imagine that it happens during what should've been a harmless patrol when suddenly a demon attacks and he wasn't prepared for it.

- He wasn't fast enough to react ans he regrets it because the memory plays in his head in slow motion as he watched the demon give you one brutal injury. However he gets over the shock quickly and realizes he has to protect you.

- First priority would be getting you to safety or just trying to kill the demon as fast as possible depending on how bad the injury is. If its super bad, he will try to lure the demon away from you or run with you in his arms to place you somewhere away from the demon.

- Would focus on making the demon's death quick as possible and after he's finished, he's picking you up and taking you to the Butterfly estate.

- No but him putting his Haori on you or ripping a part of it so he can tie it over your wound and cover it up is just something thats actually so precious to me. If you weren't in agonizing pain, you'd giggle over how romantic the situation is.

- HE DOES NOT LEAVE YOUR SIDE. He waits for Kanae's diagnosis for you and insists that he stay with you until you wake up. He also feels a lot of guilt, wondering how he could possibly let something like this happen to you out of all people. Yeah, it a surprise attack but he's fully convinced he should've been prepared or noticed the demon earlier.

- Holds your hand the entire night too🥺 More importantly, he's got two fingers on your pulse just because it kinda relaxes him. He trusts the medical professionals in the Butterfly estate but it makes him relax a little when he feels it.

- When you wake up, you notice your fingers intertwined with Rengoku's and he's kinda dozing but then you start moving in your bed to sit up, it wakes him up immediately and his eyes are on you as he smiles brightly at you and gets excited, "You're okay!"

- Golden retriever energy, is so thrilled that you're alright but from now on, he's a bit hesitant to let you go on night patrols with him.

Obanai Iguro:

- This man is protective as fuck and when you get hurt, he makes sure he hurts the demon 10x worse. You gotta feel bad for the demon because Obanai is already merciless to demons but this dude becomes straight up malicious as he makes the demon pay for what they did.

- Kaburamaru has to remind him that you're injured and that's when he realizes he has to finish up quickly. The minute he's done, he goes from big scary demon slayer to concerned boyfriend.

- He apologizes to you as he takes you to the butterfly estate, for putting you in a position to be hurt and for losing a control of himself during his battle with the demon.

- He will visit you as often as possible but he realizes that he can't let this happen again and starts training even harder so he can prevent this from happening in the future. He cares for very few people so with that being said, he'd rather die than let you get hurt.

- This also kinda intensifies his self-loathing as well. He already thought he was unworthy to be with someone like you but he prided himself on his abilities to protect you but this incident makes really makes him relapse for a bit.

- Either Kaburamaru was watching over you whenever Obanai was training but if he was on missions, he'd have Mitsuri watch over and inform him of when you wake up. So the first thing you see is Mitsuri's smiling face and when you ask her where Obanai is, she informs you of Obanai's behavior and now you're concerned.

- Regardless if you find him yourself or if Mitsuri runs to find him, he's apologizing for how unworthy he was to be your lover and feels horrible for what happened and that he'll make sure it never happens again.

- You tell him that he is more than worthy of your love and you kiss him reassuringly on his cheek, which makes him a little flustered but your words also just...make him so happy to hear that even when he failed to protect you, you still loved him.

- This doesn't mean he stops giving himself a harder training regimen and you're definetly gonna need to tell him to chill out and go easy on himself. Also, all demons should be very wary of him in future because this only makes his hatred for demons grow.

Mitsuri Kanroji:

- She's shocked and she's horrified when she sees your injury. When she sees the demon about to strike you, she slices its arm off and quickly grabs you to take you somewhere safe before she can face off with the demon.

- No but this girl can be absolutely vicious when she fights and while she isn't cruel or too overly violent, she is ashamed to admit that her emotions did take over for a while.

- As the love Hashira and as a person in general, Mitsuri has always loved with her heart of hearts but the love she has with you is what she's been looking for her entire life so she absolutely refuses to lose that with you.

- Insistent on helping with your recovery as well. Whatever the nurses or Kanae need her to do, she's do it. And unless she's getting in the way or if it's posing a serious threat, she also stubbornly refuses to leave you.

- NO BUT HER LOOKING AT YOU AS YOU LAY IN BED AS YOUR INJURED AND she's sitting next to you and she feels guilty so she leans over and gives you a "feel better kiss" on your cheek and that's when you wake up and it furthers her belief that you and her were meant to be true loves.

- Will make and prepare meals for you too. As you recover and if you let her, she will 100% absolutely feed you and pamper you the entire time. After every mission or training session, she's spending time with you and your recovery.

- Of course she feels bad for what happens but she can't change the past but she can use this to learn how to better protect you in the future. But yes, she's more focused on getting you back to being healthy and helping you recover.

- If YOU feel guilty for being "useless" she's quick to hold you and reassure you that you should never think of yourself like that and that she's just happy you're alive!

Shinobu Kocho:

- Oh my, this simply just won't do! She looks surprised at first but then she gives the demon a smile, a very chilling and foreboding smile that just radiates bloodlust and murderous intent.

- Her happiness was taken from her before and she'll absolutely be damned if she let's demons take it from her again. So she enters battle with the same easy going smile but her words express the hatred and the amount of anger and rage she feels towards the vile creature.

- When she's done with it, she's quick to treat you and take care of you. Honestly because she's already so well versed in medicine she's very sweet to you but as she does what has to be done to heal you, she just gently caresses your face and her smile fades a little bit as guilt eats at her heart.

- When you wake up, she's smiling once more but she's more attentive with your needs. She doesn't tease you as much for a while, unless she's having to spoonfeed you because she thinks your face is very cute all red and shy like that~

- Sees to all your needs herself, checking you over, making note on your injuries that you sustained and that you're feeling better.

- She also insists on staying with you overnight and when you feel a little better, then she'll take you back to her room where she can better provide for you there and be a bit more openly affectionate.

- At night, you can feel her arms wrap you a bit closer to her as she sleeps, as if she's having a bad dream of you being taken from her.

- She never explicitly shows she's guilty or says so but you can tell that on some level she blames herself a little. Like obviously the DEMON is the one who did this but she can't help but wonder what she could've done to prevent this.

#FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THEM so sorry if they seem a bit ooc- #BUT YEAH THESE ARE LIKE MY FAVS. #And yeah I wanted to make Rengoku's extra special for you Ioanna♡ #BUT I HIPE YOU ENJOY. #mitsuri kanroji #tengen uzui #rengoku kyojuro #kocho shinobu #obanai iguro #Mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #tengen x reader #tengen x wives x reader #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #Obanai iguro x reader #iguro x reader #Shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #Demon slayer x reader #kny x reader

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So let’s get into it.

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Part Two, "A Lack Of Climax In Act Three" is here!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Don’t Mean The Nasty Shit I Said.  

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day really. 

Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billy’s, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet. 

It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didn’t, and you just listened.

“I’m not saying there isn’t any merit in analysis but I don’t care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?” 

You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, “Why couldn’t the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckin’ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.” 

Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, “I hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?”

Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"

"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isn’t personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"

"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."

You squeeze Billy’s hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.

Hmm. Cute.

Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and you’d see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.

Both gave a wave as they called out, “Say hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?”

You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, “Yeah of course. Bye boys!” 

Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidney’s driveway, one word muttered under your breath, “Idiots.”  If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.

They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didn’t weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minute’s time you were waltzing into Sidney’s bedroom.

You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said,  “See, there she is.”

Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, “Hey gorgeous.” 

Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, “Hi.” She flipped the magazine closed then asked, “Took you long enough, what happened?” 

You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. “Hey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just don’t shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.”

A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blonde’s eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatum’s lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidney’s forehead. “Forgive me?”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.” Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, “So all is forgiven?”

She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, “Yeah, yeah all’s forgiven.”

You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, “Thank you.” A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.

“Besides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?” Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.

The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular ‘hobby’ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.

Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billy’s family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, “Well when do we start?”

Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You weren’t sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.

Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like you’d ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billy’s dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidney’s dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sid’s mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?

Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, “If she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking family” made sense to her. 

Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but “-she looked and squealed like one too.” 

Tatum joined in to tell you that, “It was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.”

The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomis’ death it was onto the next phase of the plan. 

Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasn’t easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.

Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldn’t stand it, couldn’t tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billy’s face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.

Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didn’t last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.

You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.

Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomis’ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.

Not you.

You hadn’t known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didn’t need much convincing.

The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidney’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. “I hate when you smell like him.”

Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatum’s again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.

Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.

You loved it too.

“What are you gonna do about that?” You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, “Ooh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.”

You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, “Oh I bet.”

Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatum’s tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didn’t get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.

Sidney’s hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, “Hate his stupid fucking cologne.”

Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, “God, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."

Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidney’s joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.

Sidney’s hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.

“What’d they have to say this time?” Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidney’s hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.

“Nothing interesting-” Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, “-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.”

Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“I don’t know how you put up with it.” Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, “I dunno how WE put up with it back then.” 

She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, “Truly, what would we do without you?”

You couldn’t help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, “Just be glad you don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, “You down for some practice?”

Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, “God yes, please?”

“So eager.” You could hear the slight smirk in Sidney’s tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.

You might be wondering what ‘practice’ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?

It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then ‘lose your virginity’ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.

Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, “Feels good right?”

You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, “You’re paying attention right?”

Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldn’t be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. “Mmm good.”

Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. “Fuck-” 

You breathed it out against Tatum’s lips and she pulled back, praising you, “Yeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.”

You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidney’s tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, “If you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.”

So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.

It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.

You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you weren’t about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.

The time you were sitting on Tatum’s face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, “Be honest Tate, fuck, how’s Stu’s tongue?”

Your curiosity was something that you couldn’t shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.

She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, “Honestly?”

You replied with a small smile, “Honestly.”

A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, “Overrated.”

She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, “It’s a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Don’t hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.”

You loved when she was so harsh.

Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ‘rehearsal’ and Sidney’s hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, “-guys love that shit.”

Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, “Look at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.”

Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, “Seriously, have you seen how hot she is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.”

Christ when she talked like that it did something to you. 

Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.

The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, “Sid?”

She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, “Yes, honey?” That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood. 

Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, “Tell me about it again?”

A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didn’t stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, “Oh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?”

Tatum’s hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sid’s bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.

“Want me to shit-talk Billy “I-think-my-dick-is-God’s-gift-to-women” Loomis, huh?” She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.

Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, “Yes! Please?”

“Anything for you.” She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldn’t hide her own smile as she said, “Oh this’ll be good.”

“Want me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?” Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Sidney’s grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldn’t be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.

“Want me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all “Ooo I don’t wanna hurt you” talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-” Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, “-at best?”

“Fuck babe tell us how you really feel.” Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.

They could be so mean and you adored it.

Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, “If you want her to keep going you better start sucking, they’re probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.”

A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, “Make eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?”

A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, “Shit. That is good. You play the part so well, they won’t know what hit them”

Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, “You’ll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.”

“Actress? Try porn star.” Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldn’t clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine. 

But they weren’t the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatum’s chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, “Something happened with them today.”

You didn’t wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier. 

Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, “You and Stu mean so much to me I…I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That I’m not doing this alone, you’ve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.”

He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldn’t have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.

You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.

It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving. Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.

“You should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.” Your mouth was on Sidney’s thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, “He’s so weak.”

No this wasn’t perfect.

You were.

They were the ones who couldn’t believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.

As your tongue stroked up over Sidney’s leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, “I love you both so much.”

Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?

You’d never, ever fake it.

#BHF writing #Multi-May #Enjoy this redo! #I love how it came out and the updates I made to this #I added around a thousand words to this update #Reverse!Poly!Ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #Sidney Prescott X reader #Tatum Riley X reader

[inniessick]

Thinking abt bf!Innie taking you to see a horror movie with his friends, but while watching the movie y/n gets rlly scared so Jeongin puts her on his lap and cuddles her. Then he fingers y/n in the car to make her happy💗🙁

oh ho ho nonnie... now you've put that idea in my head, and damn is it a good one.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, cussing, petnames (babe, baby, pretty, lovely, princess, jeonginnie, jeong, innie) dom!jeongin, semi-public fingering, idk that's probably it. let me know if I missed any!

You were supposed to meet the guys at Hyunjin's place for your weekly movie night. there was only one problem, it was a horror movie. Despite yours and felix's protesting, it had been decided. You disliked horror movies, you were easily scared. You tried to convince Jeongin to not go this week, but he said he'd be right next to you so you didn't have to worry. That didnt help though, you didn't want to be scared.

"Baby, you almost ready to get goin'?" Jeongin knocked on the door to get your attention, peering his head into the room. You were picking up your phone from the bed, looking visibly pissed off. "Mhm, we can leave." your voice was flat as you opened the door fully, walking right past Jeongin. "Princess, dont be upset, it's just a movie. It's not supposed to be all that scary, anyways. We've been doing these movie nights for a year." You knew you shouldn't be this upset, but you hated scary things, you've always been that way. Jeongin hugged you from behind, murmuring into your neck, "Promise i'll keep you safe, pretty. it'll be over before you know it." You hummed, "If i scream its your fault! Lets leave before they get on your ass for being late again."

He held the door open for you, both of you making your way to the car. The ride wasn't long, you had started to relax a bit. You heard Jeongin take the keys out of the car, before he was making his way to open your door, holding his hand out, "C'mon, I know they're waiting for us." You both made your way up to the door, knocking and it being answered quickly. "Hyun!! They're both here, you can get the movie started!" Chan yelled to Hyunjin before greeting you both, "Made it on time this week?" You playfully hit his arm, "Shut up it was one time!" "You were literally an hour late!" "It was one time, Chan!" You both started laughing.

Everyone was figuring out their seats across the couch and floor. Chan spoke to the group, grabbing their attention, "Alright make room, the loverbirds have arrived." Han and Minho looking at each other before saying "Ew..." "Boo, tomato, nasty." Both of them teasing you two. Jeongin spoke, "Yea whatever, talk when you can actually get a girlfriend." Han rushing to defend himself, "Hey! I've had girlfriends before!" Seungmin turned to him, "When? In like 7th grade, for a week?" "You're supposed to be on my side dude!" "Just saying the tru-" Hyunjin clapped his hands, "Alright shut up, movies gonna start!" Everyone began to quiet down.

You and Jeongin sat on the far end of the couch, his arm holding your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes every time a jumpscare occurred. You weren't happy, but the movie seemed pretty tame. At least, that's what you thought before it started to get real gruesome. A loud noise coming from the tv causing you to gasp, "Fuckin hell.." Jeongin leaned his head down, "You alright babe?" "No Innie, it's getting too scary." "Cmere, sit in my lap, i'll hold you till its finished." You moved yourself onto his lap, still watching the screen, his hands holding your waist and thigh. Each time you got scared, you would push yourself into his chest, an involuntary reaction. What you hadn't noticed was each time you did that, your ass would move right against jeongin's crotch.

You felt his hands push your hips down, "Stop moving like that, we're in front of all the guys." You could finally feel how hard he was under you, your clothed cunt sitting right against it, you moved your hips forward slightly. He squeezed your hips again, pushing you down against him, leaning in towards your ear, "Behave, or I'll fuck you right in front of everyone." You nodded, focusing on the movie again, attempting to not move when you got scared. You had been doing a half-decent job, he knew you were trying your best. You gasped again, the main character getting dragged into a basement before having some not-so-pg13-things happen to them, you shook your head, grabbing jeongin's hands. "Shh, shh I got you." "No jeonginnie, it's too scary, dont wanna watch it anymore." "Movie is almost over, hang in there and i'll make sure you feel better in the car." "But-" You looked up at the screen, another jumpscare, making you push yourself against him, a feeble attempt to get away from the tv. "Just close your eyes baby, innie's got you. It's almost over, nothings gonna get you." You listened to him, closing your eyes and turning your head away.

It wasn't all that long before you started to hear everyone begin to speak. changbin spoke, "Alright, it wasn't that bad, look even felix was able to watch it." "Yea, could've been a lot worse." Felix looked over at you two, "Did it scare her?" He had asked Jeongin, "Mhm, she made it through most of it, though." Han patted your shoulder, "That's progress! Maybe next time you'll get through the whole thing." Your eyes widened, fuck that. "I'll stay home the next time if you guys wanna watch horror, Innie can go by himself." Jeongin squeezed your hand, "I think we'll both pass, don't want her getting freaked out again." Hyunjin chimed in, "That's probably a good idea, sorry we scared her." Jeongin tapped your leg, "C'mon, time to go home." You stood up from his lap, grabbing your belongings off the couch. "We're gonna head home, text me later so we know what were gonna do next week." "Yea! we'll make sure its some cringey romcom or something." You waved at the guys, wishing them all a goodnight.

You got into the car, holding Jeongin's hand. "Don't make me do that again Jeong, freaked me out too much." He moved his hand onto your thigh, "I know baby, 'm sorry." He moved his other hand to grab your chin, giving you a kiss. "Didnt think it'd be that bad, lovey." His hand ran up your thigh a bit more, your breath hitching because of how close he was to your core. "Want me to make it up to you? Make you feel good?" You looked at him, "But- We're in the car, what if someone sees?" "The boys are gonna stay inside, and its dark out, nobody's gonna know."

You nodded your head. "Want you to make it better innie.. was so scared." His hand moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans. "Mhm, I know. Let innie make it better." He leaned over more, kissing you while he slipped his hand into your panties. He moved his fingers right over your clit, rubbing it slowly, taking all your moans into his mouth. you moved away, trying to catch your breath, "Jeongin please, need your fingers, dont tease me." He moved his lips along your neck, "Alright, princess. Whatever you want." He gathered your slick onto his fingers, "So wet for me.." You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. He pushed two fingers into your needy hole, causing you to gasp at the sudden stretch. "Gonna make sure you feel better," He curled his fingers, pressing against your sweet spot, slowly pumping the two digits into your pussy. "Fuck jeongin, there- need more, gimme more." "More what baby? What do you want?" "Innie~ Want you to go faster, need your fingers to make me cum." You threw your head back as he immediately fulfilled your request, fucking his fingers into you quicker, thumb making circles on your clit. "Can feel you clenching around me," "Fuck- Jeonginnie... mmm, please.." He curled his fingers again, grazing that gummy spot. Your back arched as he gripped your jaw, kissing you deeply before pushing his tongue past your lips. "Mmph.. mm-" You moaned into the kiss, moving your tongue against his. God you were so close, you were right there. He separated from your mouth, mumbling sweet nothings to you.He applied pressure to your clit, moving his thumb against it faster. "Innie.. baby wan' cum." "Go ahead, cum all over my fingers." "Shit.. ahh- cumming- innie~", gripping onto his wrist as you screwed your eyes shut, walls spasming around him.

"There you go, did so well for me." He removed his hand hand from between your legs, you whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He licked his fingers clean, "Always taste so good.." "Thank you, feel a lot better." He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning the keys and starting the engine. He took your hand in his, "Lets get you home so I can properly fuck you." You squeezed his hand a little, giggling at his comment. He flashed you a cheesy grin before driving away from Hyunjin's house, eager to do just as he had said.

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ask, nonnie! i loved writing this and may have gotten just a bit too carried away 😅😅.. I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED PUTTING IT TOGETHER!! YOURE ALWAYS WELCOME BACK INTO MY ASK BOX... remember, let's play ♡.

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[bogwitchlesbian]

Steddie exes but Eddie broke up with Steve

They dated throughout middle school until sophomore year of high school. They were childhood sweethearts and Eddie and Wayne were the only real people to show Steve love and kindness

Steve is all in, as we know, and is looking forward to the rest of his life with Eddie. He’s the only person that’s stuck around this long, and they’re in love. Even Wayne says he thinks they’ll beat the odds for teen romance. What could possibly happen to break them up?

Steve’s dad, that’s what. He comes home one day while Eddie is on the floor rambling about something to do with the new Judas Priest album, while Steve watches fondly from the couch. Nothing even remotely incriminating is going on. They’re 5 feet apart, and (for once) wearing their own clothes.

Steve’s dad flies off the handle anyway. Says some awful things about eddies family, his dad, the trailer park, and what does Steve think he’s doing, risking the family’s reputation hanging around with “a boy like that”

Naturally Eddie is swiftly kicked out, and Steve’s receives a backhand when he tries to defend Eddie.

Steve’s dad leaves again two days later, and Steve races down to eddies place to apologise, but Wayne answers the door instead.

Looks at Steve with sad eyes, inspects the bruise on Steve’s cheek, and hands him a bag of frozen peas and a letter. Tells him that Steve can always come to him if he needs anything, no matter what.

Steve reads the letter once he has trudged miserably back home. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore” is as far as he gets before he feels his heart shatter.

The letter is full of rubbish as far as Steve is concerned. He gets being discrete until he’s 18 and can legally leave his parents home, but Eddie is talking nonsense.

“You deserve better” and “I can’t give you a family like you want”. Lots of on-the-surface self sacrificing words that Steve realises a few years later, after the hurt has settled, were eddies way of protecting himself from what he saw as the inevitable, which was Steve leaving him for some upper class girl with a perfect perm and perfect lipstick.

after he had cried himself to sleep and took the long route to school to avoid going past forest hills, Steve decided in all his teenage wisdom to do what Eddie asked him to do, and forget he ever existed.

He pretended to like girls, and tommy hagan’s cruel laughter. Pretended to like Nancy wheeler, and still somehow got his heart broken, because damn, even if he wasn’t in love with her the way he wished he could be, hearing that someone considered the idea of being loved by you was “bullshit” fucking stings.

After Nancy he stops trying to pretend. Leans into his long suppressed instincts to protect people, and shows Dustin how to take care of his curls in a way he learned from Eddie when he had to dress up to go to a cousins wedding in Indianapolis when they were 14.

The stuff with the upside down honestly becomes routine faster than he’d like to admit. He falls into the swing of the bat with an easy grace that comes from years of suppressed protective instinct.

When Dustin starts attending hellfire is when Steve’s carefully constructed “new normal” starts to fall apart. His constant requests for Dustin to shut up about eddie Munson lead Dustin to the conclusion that Steve is still clinging to his old King Steve prejudices, because why on earth would he think Steve was in love with him? Which he was, by the way. Steve didn’t think he could ever truly stop at this point.

When Chrissy Cunningham dies, Steve’s world turns upside down (no pun intended). It’s why he throws himself so easily into looking for Eddie, despite his half hearted protests. Because what the fuck had even happened?? Eddie cried when Steve used to kill spiders, he could not stomach such a vicious murder.

Eddie throwing him up against the wall when they find him doesn’t scare Steve (it does something though), but the fear in his eyes does. It stings a little that he doesn’t trust him, but it’s been years, and Steve was kind of a jackass for most of them so he doesn’t altogether blame Eddie.

He does feel like running was a little dumb, but he knows all too well how much Eddie likes to run from things. He hates leaving Eddie in Rick’s boatshed, but he knows that even if he could stay without arousing suspicion, eddie would never let him.

The whole lovers lake debacle deeply confuses Steve. First Eddie almost dislocates his eyeballs staring at Steve’s bare chest, and looks like he’s going to pass out when Steve throws his shirt at him, jumps in after him, gives Steve his BATTLE VEST (the one Steve himself helped make, and fully knows the meaning of) then tries to convince Steve to get Nancy back????

Safe to say Steve’s brain feels a little scrambled.

He blames his whole ‘nuggets’ speech in the rv on that. Because honestly what the hell was he even thinking??

Steve doesn’t think about what happens next.

Doesn’t think about desperately wanting to kiss Eddie when he stops him outside the trailer.

Doesn’t think about the fact that he wasted might be his last moments with him to tell Eddie that he never stopped loving him. That he wants to forget the last few years and just pick back up where they left off.

Doesn’t think about how worried he is leaving him and Dustin there alone.

Doesn’t think about how fucking cool Eddie is now, when he hears master of puppets blasting across the upside down.

Doesn’t think about how much he regrets not saying anything when the vines have him in the creel house.

Definitely doesn’t think about hearing dustins heartbroken wails as they reach the trailer park.

Doesn’t think about the love of his life, lying broken in a pool of his own blood in a nightmare dimension.

Doesn’t think about touching him for the first time in years to lift his dead body and heft it through the portal.

He goes home. And in the shower, he thinks far too much. Stays sat on the shower floor so long that the water would have ran cold, were he in eddies cozy trailer rather than his big tomb of a house with its endless supply of hot water.

He thinks, and thinks, and thinks. Thinks until robin finds him, waterlogged yet dehydrated from crying in his en suite. She has no idea what’s going on, but lifts him out and gets him dry and dressed.

He finally explains everything to her. She cries but he’s out of tears.

Steve doesn’t think he’ll cry again for a long, long time.

#long post #sorry for this lmao #I made myself cry writing this #you can imagine whatever you like after this but imo they find Eddie in the upside down and Steve does his best to kiss him to death #Dustin is confused and horrified #robin cries again #Nancy is deeply confused and offended but whatever #she can cope #you can think what you’d like but Nancy would go on a weird rant about Steve ‘using’ her or whatever #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steveddie

[inkdaydreams]

Because my "I can fix him" mentality is acting up again...

Coffee breaks

You're a worker at Brenner's lab but you don't know the full details of the experiments until later. Your mornings are spent drinking coffee with a seemingly bittter individual and every day is like a challenge, who will win?

As usual: Gender neutral, body type neutral, race neutral reader.

Warnings: slightly OOC Peter bc we wanna fix him <33, Brenner support, mild reference to childhood trauma but no specific details.

Peter always made his coffee first. It was the easiest. He had it with zero sugar and no milk, you recalled the time he let you taste it and you almost spat it out. The two of you had laughed at the time, but the bitterness had stayed on your tongue for about half an hour after the initial sip.

He was leant against the counter next to your mug now, watching you stir it with vigour. You didn't know why you hurried, he would always wait for you even if he finished his coffee first.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" He asked. "What's Brenner got you doing?"

"I'm going to sweep the children's ward, and I'm on the night shift-"

"To make sure they don't escape?"

You looked at him and sighed. He did this every morning. He acted like the organisation was evil and he knew something you didn't. If that was the case, why hadn't he left already?

"To help them through their nightmares." You said firmly before you took a sip of your own coffee.

"Why do you think they have so many nightmares?" He said, looking back down into his cup.

You looked at him as he took another sip.

Brenner had told you the kids were gifted, and you had seen that first hand with your own eyes. Because of the nature of their abilities, a lot of them ended up being bullied in school, abandoned by their parents, at worst abused and neglected before Brenner took them in. You never spoke to them about their stories since you thought better than to wake up their old childhood trauma. They talked to Brenner. They called him Papa. You only knew of their troubled pasts because he would tell you snippets of what they told him. He had participated in the renovation of the Rainbow Room himself, put on a hard yellow hat along with the other workers and then treated them to coffees and doughnuts after. When the room was revealed to the children, they cheered. You watched them run into his arms, scrambling to get the tightest hug.

"You're thinking about him, you're about to defend him."

The first time Peter had done this, it had shocked you. How could somebody know what you were thinking just looking at you? You almost thought he was a mind reader, you'd seen stranger things working in Brenner's laboratory. Peter was just observant. One look at you and he could figure out your emotional state and what memory you were processing. You asked him about it once and he replied with a shrug, saying he figured things out through facial expressions and context clues.

"Why do you trust him?" Peter asked you.

"They're so happy with him." You said with a shrug, moving to lean against the counter next to him.

"So? Are you familiar with Stockholm Syndrome?" Peter replied, glaring daggers at you.

You paused. He blinked. His gaze softened. He moved to the sink and began to wash his cup, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. It's just- you're so good. Such a good person. And- and he's got you doing his dirty work and believing his lies..." He mumbled under his breath.

He began to scrub the mug with a fury. You took another gulp of your coffee. When Peter got like this you couldn't even begin to imagine an appropriate response. It wasn't fair to argue. Even if he was wrong, he clearly believed he wasn't and that in its own right showed his commitment to the children's wellbeing. But allowing him to stay believing his delusions was also dangerous. What if he tried to stage an uprising? What if he released a bunch of children from the lab into the night, with nothing but a thin hospital gown protecting them?

"I trust you, Y/N. I think that if I let you in on the truth you would help me- help us." He said, straightening his back.

He slipped his hand behind your back. Your breath hitched. He drew his hand back, producing the tea towel that had been behind you. As he dried his mug, he turned back to look at you.

"I want to help you, Peter, but I think you're wrong."

"You won't think that for long."

"What if you are?"

A small smile appeared across Peter's face. He looked down at the mug once more, hair falling over his face slightly.

"Fine, if I am wrong, then this all stops. I trust Brenner again, and we can all unite in our goal to help these kids." He declared.

There was the Peter you knew. He was a little cynical at times and more stand-offish with those who didn't know him, but one thing was clear. He loved those kids. He'd go on rants about how the world was twisted and they were the only good things left. Peter would never do anything to hurt them. He would however do anything to protect them. When that violent passion flashed across his eye, that's when you felt he was most dangerous.

"If you are wrong, you'll trust me, and you'll let me save you and all the patients in this place." He finished.

Your grip on your mug tightened as your eyes widened. He never went this far. Usually, you would just argue it out until your break ended and go about your shifts. What he was expecting now was an end to the debates. You could either win or lose. You couldn't lose though. You didn't want to find out what "saving" the children from Brenner meant, so help you all.

"You finished with that?" Peter asked nonchalantly, peering down at your mug before taking it from the opposite side.

Your fingers were still linked around the handle. You considered his deal. It would be easy to deflect his points. It might do him some good too. You released the mug with a nod and he moved to wash it.

"Meet me at the woods tomorrow at 7. There's a diner nearby so we'll go there. It'll be an unofficial meeting, off the record, so wear some more-"

As he turned he gestured to you up and down. Your white pants and white button down was a dead giveaway to anyone who knew where the uniform came from.

"... civillian clothes." He said, before he popped your now clean mug back in its original place.

You glanced at the time. It was a few minutes till 7. You were instructed to start sweeping the floors, and then walk up and down the corridor at 8pm, taking time to check in on each and every child.

"You can go about your shift tonight, just make sure you take the evening off tomorrow. This might be your last shift when you find out the truth." Peter replied simply.

"You're serious about this."

"Of course, why would I lie?"

"Fine- Fine I'll see you tomorrow night." You replied.

He opened the door for you, placing a hand on your shoulder as you walked up to him.

"Just so you know. You cannot tell anyone about this. Not a soul." He murmured.

You rolled your eyes and nodded. He released you and you got on with your shift.

To be continued? What do you think?:

#peter ballard #henry creel #vecna #i can change him #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #plus size reader #poc reader

[randomnameless]

I was wondering if you ever made a post talking about ladle's idea of meritocracy?

I don't think I did?

Watch out, it will be long lol

Let's take the Flayn'n'Ferdie ending - of course unavailable on Tru Piss, because Flayn is a Nabatean :

Assuming people are extra horny and start to breed like rabbits, because Flayn and Ferdie are extra “loving” and all, a nabatean blooded baby pops up (half or quarter nabatean, it depends on your hc about Flayn herself) from their "extra loving" shenanigans : that baby will obviously have a crest, since it is a nabatean (or part nabatean).

Assuming that baby will have his mom’s crest, baby will still be able to heal “better” than seasoned healers or trained ones, because of the power-up the crest gives them + baby, with their nabatean genes, might have a longer lifespan and be sturdier than a “regular human”.

So, if someone should become a healer, baby will obviously be picked, because baby can heal better than anyone else (save for their mom) in that situation.

Which makes me think about the Holst’n’Goneril house issue :

Thanks to Nopes, we have the hard confirmation Holst has no crest, and is so OP that he still manages to defend the border because he’s just that awesome. So yes, potentially, someone can do the work a crested dude can do, if that someone is exceptionnally good at doing what he does - Holst is a strong warrior, so he can protect the border, even if he doesn’t have a crest - meaning Hilda is free to live the life of leisure she wants even if she has a crest and can use Freikugel.

But 2 points :

First, iirc, from their supports, in Nopes, Holst actually says Hilda is amazing, and might be even stronger than him, she just doesn’t realise it yet. Is it because Hilda is also super strong on her own, or because Hilda… has a crest?

Second, checking weapon ranks again - Relics have a E rank. Meaning a crested person, without even having to train, can use them to unlease mighty artes and destroy people. To say it better, base Marianne, with her shit E-rank in swords and laughable physical attack stat, can kill people just as fine as Holst - a seasoned warrior - if she picks up Blutgang.

And it’s kind of sad because realising this, no matter how awesome Holst is - to be able to defend the border when it was usually thought only a person with a crest could do so - if a crested random comes with a relic, even without any prior training, they can kick ass as much, if not even more, as Holst, who graduated from a military academy and most likely spent the last 5 years of his life on a battlefield.

That’s not fair!

But that’s precisely the point - Relics and Crests are cheat codes! They make a few “ones” better at some things than others.

Randolph wants to be “successful” in battle to show how useful he is to guarantee his position? Sure, but when Sylvain, by flexing with his shiny lance, can do everything Randolph does in battle, but better, how can Randolph be successful? How can he guarantee his position? Why shouldn’t Sylvain’s achievements be rewarded with, say, the position Randolph was eyeing?

Back to Flayn’n’Ferdie’s kid Baby is a Nabatean hybrid.

If they have their mom’s crest, fine, Baby can heal better than anyone else on the continent, save for mom. If they have dad’s crest, they can be inherently better fighters than Randolph, due to that crest, but also to their Nabatean body (Rhea can eat 3 nukes and still be alive, a quarter nabatean hybrid might be able to tank 1 when a human, uh, is not be able to tank any!).

Even for governance, Baby will be long lived, they will have +100 years of experience and wisdom, compared to John the random human who might also want to become a governor.

Battle wise? Governance wise? Baby will always have more “facilities” and boons than “regular humans”.

I developed it a little in one of the “Lycaon the half-nabatean AU post” - no matter what angle you look from, Baby will have opportunities and chances to be “better” than any human around. 

So if positions of power, or jobs, or whatever, are given to the most “competent” people, Baby will obviously be given all those jobs offers, positions and whatnot.

Does it automatically mean doom’n’gloom for the crestless humans out there? No, because there are things being a Nabatean or having a crest or being able to use a relic doesn’t impact, like, say, Bernie’s dad’s job, or being in charge of foreign affairs, or trying to develop new tech (even if Constance’s gift for magic is implied to be due to her familial crest), or being in charge of engineering bridges, cities, canals, etc etc…

But in the other domains, like fighting and healing and whatnot (performing magic)?

If everyone should rise and fall by their own talents and merit, then what about the ones born with cheat codes, who rise through the ranks by snapping their fingers?

They will of course parasite the “rise and fall by their own talent”, since no one else, no matter how hard they work, will be able to match them.

Which is why the solution is either to remove crests from crested people (and erase nabateans from Fodlan because I don’t think they can survive exsanguination), or to get rid of that “by their own merits” system - but what system should be put in place then?

Good question!

We know the original noble “someone who knows, seek knowledge, leads and protects people” definition ended up being distorted in the current Adrestia, so, again, what should be put in place?

The game… doesn’t answer.

Bar a milquetoast “everyone should accept each other with or without crests” it’s radio silence. 

Only in some endings we have clues, Hanneman making tools to make crests obsolete (but it would just move the debate from who has magic blood to who has enough money to get those kick ass tools), or Sylvain wanting to find a way to stop fighting at the border.

And yet, the main issue remains : Nabateans. 

They are people who can, without tools, do superhuman stuff (at least lore wise!). Why should Jack pay for an automatic lamp 100 gold if Rhea can lit hers by snapping her fingers, for free?

Ultimately, given how the main character - Billy - is the reincarnation of the Goddess herself, and part nabatean, I don’t think the game wanted us to reach the solution that one day everyone will have the same lifespan and be able to use magic normally and everyone will one day stand on the same starting line.

Just like I don’t think Tolkien wanted to give a… message, when he designed Numénoreans - the most Noble of all Men - and the Lesser Men who lived in Middle Earth. Some people have magic powers, and some don’t and that’s the setting. 

Is it annoying because it’s again a story of a chosen one?

Maybe. 

Is it kind of a downer because it means the most basic random will never be able to swing a sword like Aragorn does, or in FE16, emulate Billy’s prowesses and be able to go back in time too?

Maybe.

What does it mean then, if a character’s leitmotiv is to change the world so all should “rise and fall by their own merits”?

The game tries to give an answer to this riddle - having the main hub being an orphanage and a place to shelter “those who have no status in the world” or the ones who fell, and with the “parley” - some people cannot rise on their own, they need support. If a name or a family line should dictate whether someone is going to be great or if they’re going to suck, ditto for their “merits or achievements”, it’s not because someone fumbled at life that they should just die and be “weak”.

It’s like an exam, if you’re first, yay good for you, you are received, but if you are last? What are you going to do? Re-sit? And if you’re last again, then what? Is it just the end of the road for you?

Sure it’s kind of cliché “together we can be stronger and survive” or “the strong must protect the weak, and the weak make the strong strong” but I feel like this was the kind of answer the game - that is a game that purposedly is left vague to make the world “feel larger” - wanted to give.

Nakama power, power of friendship, you name it! But imo, it’s always the same message in the series : it’s not the king that makes the country, but the country that makes (and can unmake!) the King.

It’s not the answer you’d like if you are looking at real life history or to make real life parallels but…

No matter how many “real life parallels” you might be tempted to make regarding FE16′s system of ruling/social system, FE16 and the world of Fodlan is still a world where some people have magical dragon blood that gives them superpowers.

It’s not supposed to be a mirror of the real world. It’s a fantasy setting - with interesting questions - but ultimately questions raised in that fantasy setting.

....

i don't even know if i replied to your question lol

#anon #replies #I'm sure this post won't spur a discourse chain #Lol #I always find it kind of funny how some people oppose aristocracy to meritocracy #Wikipedia gives you the etymology of the word aristocracy #It's a system where the 'best' rule #It was coined in opposition to an old monarchy #But now when we talk about aristocracy it's a new form of monarchy #Heirs of aristocrats are aristocrats themselves not bcs they're the 'best' #But because they're born in the good family #It's a cycle lol #Fe isn't the series to talk and wonder about government and governance #Even in tellius Ike inherits his dad's techs and company #Just like sailor moon isn't a manifesto to say monarchy is the best form of government ever

[poppyfamily]

Chanse being the first one to make fun of Angela but also being the first to defend her/back her up is something so personal to me. They’re besties, your honor 🥹

UGH TRU SO PERSONAL they're like me and my bestie fr fr.

chanse roasts the shit out of angela but will get so mad if she's hard on herself and if someone fucks with her

ALSO this tntl episode was everything bro esp angela's bit with her texts with chanse "heads up, subtweeting you. right now. wake up."

would watch a ten hour sitcom with these two. (yes that implies sitting down for ten hours. they will have my full attention)

SUCH A DYNAMICCCCC

#chanse #angela #changela #obsessed with them forever

[hardtchill]

Rip your inbox, i'm a neutral viewer and that was such a soft call, It's funny to see uswnt fans truing to defend it, But your inbox must be screaming

Don't i know it! Seriously the knots these stans try to twist themselves into just to defend a bad call.....

Literally got people in my mentions saying VAR didn't have time to check because by the time they could the PK was already taken. Also got people saying that VAR didn't check because "it was so obvious".

Like have these people ever watched even a single game in their lives? VAR halts play, that's literally the most common complaint about it. It's never a matter of VAR not having time to review because they always do. A PK call is ALWAYS checked no matter how obvious the ref thinks it is. That's the literal task of the VAR. The simple fact was that it was an incredibly soft call that should not have been given and the fact that it did and decided the final is really fucking pathetic.

#ask #uswnt #you know how some of those multiplayer games require you to reach a certain level before you can actually play with online with others? #We should do that with football #you're not allowed to criticize or defend a call until you understand the basic rules of football

[harrylee94]

In the Footsteps of Luminous Beings - Chapter 5

You can also find this on AO3!

Summary: “I don’t see how this is s’pposed to help me focus,” Cobb said, the blindfold being securely tied about his eyes bringing back some unwanted memories of his time in the mines with how full the darkness was.

“The removal of one of your senses — in this case your sight — will help you focus on the others, including your Intuition,” Ben explained as he stepped away. “How do your legs feel?”

“I’ll let you know if I feel like I’ll keel over,”

Notes: Sorry guys, they're still in the cave...

TW for mentions of slavery!

Chapter 4

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Meiloorun

“I don’t see how this is s’pposed to help me focus,” Cobb said, the blindfold being securely tied about his eyes bringing back some unwanted memories of his time in the mines with how full the darkness was.

“The removal of one of your senses — in this case your sight — will help you focus on the others, including your Intuition,” Ben explained as he stepped away. “How do your legs feel?”

“I’ll let you know if I feel like I’ll keel over,” Cobb said, though he shifted on the spot to anchor himself, just in case. “Now, why’re we doing this again?”

“You’ve said that you want to do everything you can to defend yourself and the people you care about,” Ben replied, his voice even further away now but not too far. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit down?”

Cobb shrugged. “Two womp rats, one shot.”

Ben hummed, and Cobb could hear him settling down on the ground, probably kneeling as he tended to do during lessons. “I want you to focus on your breathing,” he said. “Feel how the air moves through you, how your lungs expand with each inhale, and compress with each exhale.”

Closing his eyes to at least pretend that the darkness was voluntary, Cobb listened to his body, to his breath as his chest rose and fell, the thrumming of his heart in his ears. The beats were quick, a result of his memories of the dark, but with each breath he took it calmed, until it was a steady, slow rhythm.

“Good,” Ben praised. “Now, I want you to reach out to me, like we discussed. Tell me what image I’m thinking of.”

Cobb frowned. He wasn’t sure he was supposed to do that exactly, and the instructions Ben had given him had been incredibly vague, but he was determined to do this; every tool and skill he had under his belt would be another weapon against the Lordas.

With his next exhale he envisioned his hand reaching forwards, even as his fingers twitched against the fabric of his trousers. At first it was like he was reaching into nothing, like he wasn’t reaching at all, that there was nothing to reach for, but then, like a breeze ruching through a canyon, he felt that now familiar warmth inside him drift through and out, stretching like the fingers he was envisioning.

He felt something, another warmth, or something like it, and he tentatively touched it with this strange new limb. The thing he felt seemed to strike a spark through him, a sort of tingling sensation, or like a match had been lit, and a fuzzy thought entered his mind.

It wasn’t clear at first, just a few colourful blobs, but when he reached further he found himself chuckling. “Flowers?”

“Very good,” Be said.

“Not seen flowers like them before,” Cobb muttered as the image faded, replaced by something else. “What is that? Some sorta speeder?”

“It’s an old model, yes,” came the reply as the image changed again.

“You think about me a lot, old man?” Cobb asked around a smirk, finding the image of himself doing the same. It was like he was watching himself in some sort of mirror, one that was large and extravagant, but different enough to be a little off putting.

“Too much,” Ben replied jovially. “I keep wondering if you’ll end up spraining something, walking around before you’re ready like you do.”

“How’m I s’pposed to heal if I can stretch my muscles every now an’ again?” Cobb asked in an indignant huff. He hadn’t caused himself any further damage since waking… Not much anyway.

“Your strength is growing, that’s true,” Ben said, “but I would prefer if I were here when you decide to wander outside my home again.”

Okay Cobb had to give him that. It had only been the once though, and only after a particularly vivid dream — more like a memory — of his time Before. It made a fire in him burn bright, made him want to act now, to save those like him and take them out of their servitude, but he hadn’t gotten far, and Ben had found him and brought him back, giving him a lecture about the virtues of patience.

The image changed.

“A… rock?”

“A stone, yes,” Ben replied. “Good. Now we’ll move on to the next part. I will think of a list of things, but I won’t tell you if you are correct until the end of the list.”

Cobb nodded his understanding, waiting for the images to begin.

“A… bowl, a tunic, a loth cat, the data pad I threw at the wall, a… tree? Are they really that green? Oh, a stool, a blaster, boots, the moons, a… city? That’s a big city. A co—”

A warning cry screamed at him, not one of great danger but of something that could bring pain. Something small, something approaching, something—

He snatched something about the size of his hand out of the air before it could hit him, the surface soft but with bumps across the surface.

“Well done!” Ben said enthusiastically, the ground shifting as he rose to his feet and approached. “You’re progressing admirably.”

The blindfold was removed and Cobb blinked at the light as his eyes readjusted to it before he could finally see what had been thrown at him. “... You threw a meiloorun at me?”

“I did,” Ben replied, folding the bandages up.

“You could have bruised it!” Fruits of any kind were yet another luxury Cobb had rarely, if ever, had the luck to experience, and now he had a whole meiloorun in his hand and Ben had used it as a learning tool?

“I knew you would catch it,” Ben said with a warm smile. “Eat it; it’s yours. A reward for doing so well.”

Cobb scowled at him; the man knew how much he hated it when he was given something another reason to feel indebted to him, but the temptation of the fruit was too strong a pull to resist, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting it, and he bit into the fruit. Almost instantly the tartness of it made him suck his lips as the juice leaked into his mouth, the flavour unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to eat it all at once, or savour each bite. In the end, that lecture about patience swayed him, and he hummed around the next mouthful only after the first had been swallowed.

It reminded him of all the things he should have had, of the treats every child should earn, of how every person should have the right to earn luxuries like this, and not be afraid of what would happen if they were caught with them. After only a few bites he had to stop, looking down at the bright orange-yellow of the fruit, wondering why he was worthy enough to taste it while others were not. What made him so special?

“You’re supposed to eat it,” Ben said from where he’d started to make dinner — a more substantial affair of stew now that Cobb’s recovery had progressed. “I can put it aside for later if you’d prefer.”

Cobb hummed, swallowing the last of the juices as he slowly sat down on the cave floor, folding his legs under him as they burned from the slow stretch. He took another bite of the fruit, and while it hadn’t changed in the few seconds since he’d last tasted it, the sweetness of the moment had turned sour.

“What is it?”

Cobb set his hands in his lap, the fruit cradled between them, but his focus was not on it or the cave anymore. “I’ve never eaten meiloorun before,” he said quietly, pausing, waiting for Ben to make a comment, but he remained silent. “I’ve never gone to sleep knowin’ I could sleep in as late as I wanted. Days off are a dream I’ve had for so long I sometimes didn’t think they were real. And now I have them. I have all of these things. I have the freedom to choose what to do with my life… and still, so many people don’t have that.” He looked up at his host, his carer, his — dare he say — friend, who looked back at him with understanding eyes. “I can choose what to do with my life now, and…”

He struggled to put what he was feeling into words, the sounds getting caught in his throat, but luckily, he didn’t have to.

“You’ve chosen to help them,” Ben said. “You want to help them escape from slavery, like you did.”

Cobb nodded.

“.. You chose this path some time ago, Cobb,” Ben said. “After knowing you for only a short time, I knew this would be the path you would want to take. You are a kind man, selfless in many ways, and the injustices of this world are too great for you to ignore.”

“I have to do something.”

“I know you do, which is why I am training you,” the man said. “I might not be able to join you in your task, but I can at least offer you some of the tools to help you face them.”

“Why not?” Cobb asked, demanded, of him. “If this is what you’re teaching me, if these are only the basics of whatever it is you call this, Intuition or not, then I know you could do so much for us! Why not help?”

A sadness fell over Ben’s features then, a weight falling on his shoulders, making him appear older than he was. “I fear that, should I become involved, that I will only bring a greater peril to you.”

“How?”

“... Have you heard of the Jedi?”

Jedi. The word brought up memories of stories he’d heard as a child, of people with laser swords and magic powers who travelled the universe. They had been a bedtime story, a small light of hope in a world of darkness, but then the Empire came and the masters laughed when they heard that these heroes of legend had been slaughtered like animals.

Magic powers…

Cobb stared at Ben in shock. “You… You’re…”

Ben only looked back, but that was answer enough.

“But… why do nothing?” he asked. “Surely there’s somethin’ you can do.”

“I wish every day that there was,” Ben replied. “But I must content myself with helping those who find their way here. I cannot risk myself like that, not when there is another I must protect.”

“I’ll be—” Cobb started only to cut himself off. “You’re not talkin’ ‘bout me.”

Ben hummed. “One day, I will show you, but for now we must focus on your healing and your training in the Force.”

That was the first time he’d called it that, but he knew that the Force had to be what the Jedi called Intuition, though Intuition was likely an inferior name for it.

Cobb sighed and looked back at the meiloorun in his hands. “You make it hard to stay angry at you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” Ben said, more jovially than he was probably feeling. “I wouldn’t like to add another enemy to my list; I’m already looking over my shoulder enough as it is.”

Jokingly though it was said, Cobb could hear the stress in Ben’s voice, and he knew that his presence, unexpected though it was, must have been some sort of comfort considering how often he’d let his guard down around him.

“I don’t think I could ever see you as an enemy, Ben.”

The older man smiled. “It’s Obi-Wan,” he said. “Obi-wan Kenobi.” Cobb nodded. “Cobb Vanth. Nice to meet you, Ben Kenobi.”

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Training has begun! Whoop! And now they know each other's names. Fun times!

Chapter 6

#writing #fic #fanfiction #fanfic #the mandalorian #mandalorian fic #star wars #cobb vanth #obi wan kenobi #ben kenobi #force sensitive cobb vanth #tw slavery

[jackkelley3714-blog]

How to watch Baltimore Ravens vs. Kansas City Chiefs: Time, TV, NFL live stream, key matchups, odds, pick

Conference championship weekend is finally here. In the first of two Sunday games, the defending Super Bowl champion Kansas City Chiefs will visit the Baltimore Ravens as two of the NFL’s best team vie for the right to call themselves the AFC’s best.

Kansas City, meanwhile, is looking to head back to the Super Bowl for the fourth time in Mahomes’ six seasons under center, and to capture its first road AFC title game win. The Chiefs have hosted the conference championship in each of the last five years, and this will be a new challenge for them a week after going on the road for the first time in the playoffs, period. 

Which of these teams will represent the AFC in the Super Bowl? We’ll find out soon enough. Before we break down the matchup, here’s a look at how you can watch the game.

How to watch

Date: Sunday, Jan. 28 | Time: 3 p.m. ET

Location: M&T Bank Stadium (Baltimore)

TV: CBS | Stream on Paramount+ 

Follow: CBS Sports App 

Odds: Ravens -3.5, O/U 44.5 (via Sportsline consensus odds)

When the Chiefs have the ball

Coming off two of their best offensive performances of the year, the Chiefs will now face the toughest defense they have seen all season. Baltimore finished the regular season ranked first in FTN’s DVOA, with the league’s seventh-best unit against the run and best defense against the pass. 

Mike Macdonald’s group held C.J. Stroud and the explosive Houston Texans offense — which was fresh off tearing up the Browns — to just 213 total yards, 10 first downs, and three offensive points a week ago. Obviously, doing that against a rookie quarterback in his first road playoff game, while missing his Nos. 2 and 3 wide receivers (Tank Dell and Noah Brown), is a far different task than doing it against Patrick Mahomes, Andy Reid, and this Chiefs offense — even if that offense did not perform up to its usual standards this season.

The single-most important aspect of this matchup will be how Kansas City’s offensive line holds up against Macdonald’s various pressure looks. The Ravens don’t actually blitz all that often (23.4% of opponent dropbacks during the regular season, per Tru Media, the seventh-lowest blitz rate in the NFL), but Macdonald makes heavy use of simulated pressures so that opponents do not know where the rushers are coming from.

The Chiefs in recent seasons have been excellent up front, but their signings of Jawaan Taylor and Donovan Smith to man the tackle spots did not work out as well as their other tackles have over the past couple years, and they have thus been far more vulnerable up front than at any time since their Super Bowl loss to the Buccaneers a few years ago. Mahomes is able to mitigate and avoid pressure with the best of them due to his ability to create on the move as a thrower and runner, but he was also more affected by pressure this season than at any previous point in his career. If the Ravens can get after him early and often and prevent him from throwing in rhythm, this year’s Chiefs can be thrown off their game. We’ve seen it happen.

Kansas City has negated that issue these past couple weeks, for the most part. Even if they’re able to do that again, though, the Chiefs will face tougher matchups in the secondary than they did against either the Dolphins or Bills.

Travis Kelce will see a lot of Roquan Smith in the middle of the field, as well as Marcus Williams over the top. If he heads to the slot, Kyle Hamilton will be there waiting for him. Rashee Rice lines up in the slot quite often, and will have to deal with Hamilton there. If and when he heads outside, he could see Marlon Humphrey, who returned to practice this week, but could also see Brandon Stephens and cloud coverage to his side. (I wouldn’t be surprised to see Rice in motion quite often to get him free releases on downfield routes.) Judicious use of screens will be key against this Baltimore defense, as you want to be able to use the Ravens’ aggressiveness against them but also don’t want to be too passive when it comes to challenging them downfield.

Considering the relative weakness of the rest of the pass-catching group, it would not be surprising to see Macdonald devote extra attention to both of those players and try to force Mahomes to beat him by throwing to the likes of Marquez Valdes-Scantling, Justin Watson, Mecole Hardman, Richie James, and Noah Gray. That’s easier said than done with Reid scheming things up, but there have also been few things more difficult in the NFL this season than throwing the ball against the Ravens defense.

Isiah Pacheco has mostly run quite well since returning from injury, but Kansas City’s run game was inconsistent at best during the regular season. The Chiefs will need the mauler version of their offensive line to show up on Sunday, whether or not Joe Thuney (who has still yet to practice due to a pectoral injury) is able to suit up. And if he’s out, that only makes what has just been an okay-ish unit weaker, putting KC further behind the eight-ball against this terrifying Baltimore group.

When the Ravens have the ball Unlike in previous seasons, Kansas City’s defense is a unit that is capable of tangling with a high-level offense and coming out the other side as the victor. The Chiefs finished this season ranked seventh in DVOA, checking in 27th against the run and fifth against the pass.

The former number, obviously, is concerning against a Ravens team led by Lamar Jackson. The Chiefs allowed the 10th-most rushing yards to quarterbacks during the regular season, according to Tru Media, though they notably held QBs to a low rate of explosive runs (6.6% compared with a league average of 9.7%), thanks to their strong tackling ability on the second level. If Kansas City can limit Jackson’s runs to short-to-medium gains and prevent him from ripping off big plays on the ground, that can tip the matchup in their favor a bit here.

The Ravens averaged the sixth-most yards before contact per carry un running-back runs this season, per Tru Media, and though the Gus Edwards/Justice Hill combination does not provide nearly as much in the way of explosiveness as the likes of J.K. Dobbins and/or Keaton Mitchell would, they do each have their merits as ball-carriers. Both players mostly tend to just get what is blocked for them and don’t do much tackle-breaking, but Hill, in particular, looked quite good against the Texans last week — and that was a team that had finished the season ranked second in run defense DVOA.

How well Baltimore’s offensive line can control the matchup up the middle, and whether the Ravens can take advantage of the fact that Chris Jones — a true game-wrecker in the pass game — has not been as good defending the run this year as he has for most of his career, will also be key. The middle of the pocket is the key for the Ravens in the pass game as well. Jones is by far the best pass-rush threat on Kansas City’s defensive line, and he’ll hang to tangle with a strong interior trio of John Simpson, Tyler Linderbaum, and Kevin Zeitler. Jackson tends to be most susceptible to pressure up the middle due to the way he navigates the pocket, so keeping Jones from pushing that interior back into his lap will be of paramount importance.

Last week against Houston, DeMeco Ryans unleashed an avalanche of blitzes throughout the first half that kept Baltimore’s passing game at bay. The Texans rarely blitzed during the regular season, but did so on an incredible 72.2% of Jackson’s pre-halftime dropbacks a week ago. Steve Spagnuolo sent blitzes on 38.4% of opponent dropbacks during the regular season, the fifth-highest rate in the league, per Tru Media. It would not at all be surprising if Spags tried to heat Lamar up as often as possible in this one, making him prove that he can beat the blitz in the same way he did after halftime last week. (He went 8 of 9 for 79 yards and a touchdown.)

The Ravens could get Mark Andrews back for this game, and the combination of him and Isiah Likely could give the Ravens an advantage over the middle of the field. It will be interesting to see whether the Chiefs decide to shadow Zay Flowers with L’Jarius Sneed, or whether they’re comfortable with any of Trent McDuffie, Joshua Williams, or Jaylen Watson winding up on him at any time. Odell Beckham Jr. didn’t see the much-rumored expansion of playing time last week, instead taking a back seat behind Rashod Bateman and Nelson Agholor in the pecking order. How that group shakes out and whether they’re able to find the same type of success that they have for much of the season, against a very stingy secondary, will obviously play into how much success Jackson is able to find through the air.

Prediction: Chiefs 20, Ravens 17

Most of the numbers and matchup details point toward the Ravens. They’re at home, they were the better team during the regular season, they have the likely league MVP … and yet, I cannot bring myself to pick against Patrick Mahomes and/or Andy Reid. Until these guys get knocked off, I’m going to keep rolling with them.

#kansas city chiefs

[calmishmoss]

Yo!

Hello to anyone reading this, this is my introduction to this site. Before you ask, no- I didn't come from twitter, in fact, I had a blog at the "nice shoelaces" era of tumblr but then shit happened and I find myself back here.

My name is Rowan, however you can also call me Randy, I'm trans FTM and have hopes of being a consistent writer and artist. I plan to post lots of my drawings onto here and watch as I grow.

I'm always up to chat, so you can either message me on here or on my discord, Bagel_Boy#8291, though I'm more likely to respond on discord since I'm active practically 24/7 on there.

My interests and stuff I'll be posting about- Red= I will be posting about this often Yellow= Post about it once in a while Green= Little to no posts about it Bungou Stray Dogs Genshin Impact Omori Vocaloid Deltarune/Undertale

DNI list- Basic DNI, if you're against minorities gtfo Proshippers Loli/Shotacon participation Pedo/Zoophiles Tru/Transcum Really specific but KazuScara shippers are on thin fucking ice Defenders of anything listed above Anyone listed on my list will immediately be blocked if I see them interacting with my posts

[trulycertain]

Just started The Defenders. Poor Matt can never catch a break. He’s like the one awkward nerdy guy who accidentally walked into the party and doesn’t know anyone and just wants to go home.

Luke: *gets out of jail for being framed, and he and claire finally cheerfully rail each other* *cut to matt on a tentative, slightly awkward lunch date with karen who kindly informs him he's still dumped, while they attempt small talk*

Matt: *attempts to tail jessica* Jess: *gets pissed off and tails him back* Matt: *panics, pockets the shades and tries to leg it, fails*

Matt: *does his tracking headtilt* Jess, squinting weirded-outly: "What are you doing?" Matt: "Gunshots." Jess: “Where?” Matt: “In the penthouse.” Jess: "How do you know that?" Matt, tiredly: "I just do. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid."

*hip-hop hi-hats step in and paesano has to do a swift soundtrack about-face. luke busts in to join the fight on the top floor and is awesome* *song continues* *cut to matt, who has to take the back way and all the stairs because he was late to the party, painedly vaulting flights past weirded out staff to the sound of now-seeming-slightly-ironic fast-flow rap* *arrives just in time for jessica to get out of the lift, having made the exact same time*

"You look like an asshole." "It's your scarf."

Matt's just stuck there like this awkwardly while Luke and Jess make even more awkward small talk.

Luke: "...Jessica? How you been?" Matt: *getting progressively more “...seriously?” in background*

Matt: *ends up against fully-powered black sky elektra in a tie, his lawyer trousers and some knit*

I’m dying. That’s my boy. That’s the Murdock luck.

#tru watches the defenders #tru watches daredevil #netflix daredevil #Daredevil #the defenders

[bluebeetle]

one of my bros old HS friends came out as a trans girl recently and he was talking about that with our mom and hmmmm it actually went well (i could hear the whole convo tho he later talked about it to me). some attempt made at proper name and she/her, plus my mom made sure to stress how brave that was of her and nothing negative rly was said just surprise 

so thats nice 2 know

#my parents and grandparents did tear into a transphobe and defend a trans guy on a show they watched once but its different when its ppl #in their lives #tru fax