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malarkgirlypop · 1 month

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MEDIC! Part 28 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

This is the final part of episode 9. I have been putting off writing this for so long cause the episode makes me so sad, and writing it was even worse. Just a constant state of depression while writing this ngl. But it's ok, I finished it. I'm also scared cause that means we are getting to the end of the story and I kinda don't want it to end. But we must have a conclusion. We still have a whole episode to go and who knows what will happen.

This is in means no way to offend anyone.

Disclaimer: End part of episode 9, if you are not comfortable with this please don't read.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, anyone else please let me know.

The bed of the truck was silent, everyone hung their heads, or quietly shed their tears. I clutched onto Don’s hand as we rode back into town.

We loaded out of the trucks and into the deli we had parked in front of. We grabbed all the food from the shop, wheels of cheese, bread, meats, anything we could get our hands on.

I loaded bread into baskets, carrying them under my arms making my way back to the vehicles. I walked past Web in the entrance pinning down the owner of the shop, a gun pressed to his neck.

“Web!” I exclaimed, rushing over to the two men.

The owner rambled in German, trying to get out of the situation that Webster had him in.

“Web, let him go!” I tried to get into his eye line but his focus was on the man, I could see the rage in his eyes.

“He says he doesn’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Another soldier told him.

“Bullshit!” Web spat. Finally loosening his grip on the man and stepping away, stowing his gun back in its holster, stomping out the front door.

I watched the owner try and regain his panicked breath, before I too left.

Hands reached out, scrambling for the food we provided. I gave out bread to as many people as I could, I hesitated to give the cheese and meats we had taken.

These men hadn’t been fed in weeks, maybe even longer, if we gave them rich food they would get sick. We needed to give them rations, only small portions, if we gave them full meals it could be deadly.

“Major Winters.” I called to the man as he handed out bread to the prisoners. He stopped turning to face me.

“Yes?” Dick asked moving closer to the edge of the truck to where I stood.

“Sir, we need to be cautious of how much food we are giving the prisoners. If we feed them too much they could die. Also we just need to be giving out bread and water. Any other rich food causes them to get sick as well.” His brows furrowed as I informed him.

Nixon and Winters looked at me as if I had grown two heads, but before I could open my mouth to explain further Colonel Skin called to the men.

I made my way back to the group, ushering the men who had food away from the trucks so that others could come and get food as well.

It wasn’t long until Nix and Dick made their way back to the trucks after conversing with the Colonel.

“Lieb.” Winters called out to Joe, who was handing out food to the prisoners. I watched him leap from the truck and push through the crowd past me to meet with the pair.

They spoke in hushed tones, Winters did most of the talking while Nix’s eyes glanced around nervously. Lieb stood strangely still, taking in all the information that was being given to him. Joe shook his head with a grim look on his face, I couldn’t hear what he said but he didn’t seem happy with whatever it was they were going to make him translate to the men.

He bowed his head, giving a begrudging nod before turning back to face the trucks. I stood within the crowd watching him. He moved slowly through the men, not pushing or asking people to move. It was as if he didn’t want to make it to the destination he was heading.

I glanced back to Dick, who was speaking to Grant and Christenson, more words exchanged, more reluctant head nods.

Lieb’s loud voice pulled my focus. He stood on the back of the truck yelling in German, trying to get everyone’s attention.

A hand landed on my shoulder, I didn’t have time to glimpse who it was, their face moved closer to my ear.

“We are locking the prisoners back up, be prepared.” Grant whispered, he didn’t wait around for my reply, moving to the next soldier to give the same message.

I stepped back out of the crowd, Easy had already surrounded the prisoners while Lieb began to speak.

The prisoners cried in protest, shaking their heads in disbelief, but before they could even try to put up a fight the men moved them forward, pushing them closer to the hell they were just freed from, only to be locked up again by their so-called saviours.

I looked away from the awful scene, to lay eyes on Lieb. He had finished his announcement, crumpling into the bed of the truck in defeat. His chest heaved, sobs leaving mouth.

I was in the bed of the truck in seconds, clambering in as quickly as I could to kneel in front of Joe. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him into my embrace, I clung to him as he wept. His warm tears dripped down my neck as he crushed me to his chest. I didn’t utter a word, I couldn’t think of anything to say to make the situation better. So I just held him, my hand tangling in his hair at the nape of his neck, the other rubbed circles on his back trying to sooth his pain.

But I don’t think much would ease the hurt, this is something that he would have to carry with him until the day he died.

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“Em, come on, let’s go.” Babe knelt in front of me, his warm hands on my arms. I looked up from the floor to find we were back in the village.

“They have dinner for us inside.” Babe urged, giving me a squeeze. I nodded my head, finding my feet to stand and get out of the bed of the truck. My autopilot had been turned off, now everything felt manual. Even the parts that weren’t, in and out, keep breathing.

I sat at the end of the table with my hands in my lap. I stared down into the bowl of soup that had been placed in front of me. The sight of food churned my stomach, I closed my eyes willing the nausea to pass. The room spun and the smell of the camp wouldn’t leave my brain. Saliva filled my mouth as my teeth began to violently chatter, there was no stopping it.

I sprung to my feet, hand gripping my mouth begging the contents of my stomach to stay put so I could make it outside.

I hid behind the side of the house we boarded at heaving and gagging. I spat the taste from the mouth, leaning against the wall for support.

A handkerchief was thrusted under my face, I looked up to see who had followed me outside. But it wasn’t one of the men. Speirs stood still holding out the cloth for me to take, a sad smile plaguing his lips.

“Thanks.” I sniffed, taking the handkerchief and wiping my running nose. After I was done I handed it back to him.

“You keep it.” Spiers pushed it back towards me.

“Oh right, you probably don’t want my snot all over it.” I pocketed the material.

“Do you want to sit?” Speirs asked, motioning his head towards the bench further down the side of the house.

“Sure.” I nodded making my way to the seat.

We sat in silence for a bit, watching soldiers pass us by. I was glad to be outside and not still sitting at the table.

“Are you doing ok?” Ron broke the comfortable silence. I looked over, his eyes were still trained on the world ahead of him.

“No.” I replied. I thought about lying, making excuses, saying other people were having it worse, but I chose the truth. Ron knew me well, it seemed like more work to be deceptive.

“How about you?” I asked, keeping my eyes straight ahead at the view before us.

“Yeah, not great either.” He said quietly. I bit my lip, guess he figured the same as me. Lying to each other was a waste of time.

“I feel awful about locking them up again. I know it’s to keep them safe and alive, but we had teased them with freedom, only to put them back into that nightmare.” I rambled on, my feelings finally spilling from my lips.

“Me too.” Speirs agreed, his hand reached over to mine. Ron took my hand giving it a squeeze, before putting it in his lap.

“There are more.” He said sadly as he traced circles in my palm. “Some are worse.”

I nodded as I listened to him speak.

“But you already knew that.” I quickly turned my attention back to the man, a questioning look on my face, how did he?

“I spoke to Malarkey. He told me that the nurses had heard rumours about the camps.” He informed me.

“Oh.” I said, sighing in relief, for a split second I thought he had somehow figured out my secret.

“What are we going to do?” I wondered out loud. Maybe Ron had some answers to my questions.

“Well we are leaving, but the locals here are going to be made to bury the bodies. General Taylor is going to be issuing martial law soon. Every able bodied German here will be made to clean up tomorrow morning.” Speirs replied.

“There are so many to bury. Who’s making sure that they follow martial law?” I asked.

“I know, but it’s what's right. Those people need to be laid to rest. And to answer your question, the 10th Armored are going to supervise.” Speirs placed my hand back into my own lap, before standing. I looked up at the man, the sad smile again on his lips. Ron cupped my cheek gently, his thumb tracing my cheekbone before walking off.

I sat outside for a time longer, watching people pass me by. Soon night fell and I made my way back into the house, to rest. I didn’t think sleep would be so kind to take me tonight, so I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling above me, waiting patiently for the sun to rise again.

We sat in a bombed out building overlooking what used to be the town square, rubble and debris covered the ground. We watched as the locals slowly cleaned, a quartet had formed in the middle of it all. They played sad songs, it was hauntingly beautiful.

The men smoked as they watched, no one spoke, only looked on. Nixon appeared beside me, he looked solemn. Lew took a beat before speaking.

“Hitler’s dead.” It wasn’t a joyous announcement, his tone remained steady, no smile formed behind his eyes, it was just a fact.

Nix caught our attention though, everyone’s head swivelled in his direction, looking to see if he was telling us the truth.

“Holy shit.” Lieb whispered.

“Shot himself in Berlin.” Nix finished his statement.

“Is the war over, sir?” Bull asked hesitantly, hopefully.

“No.” Lew was never one to mince his words, or put them prettily. He was straight to the point, didn’t matter if he hurt your feelings or not, he would say it how it was.

Still it crushed the shreds of hope we all felt momentarily blossom in our chests.

“We have orders to Berchtesgaden. We’re going to move out in one hour.” Lew informed us. I sighed more orders, how was there more?

“Why? The man’s not home.” Web asked, I nodded thinking the same thing. Couldn’t this all be over by now?

Nonetheless we all got up from our perches and made our way out of the building. Web went on about how the man should’ve killed himself three years ago to save us all the trouble.

“You all good?” Lieb nudged me. I nodded.

“Just tired.” But that’s not what I meant. I was tired, but it wasn’t due to the lack of sleep from last night, I was tired. I just want to go home, but ironically I don’t even have one.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I looped my arm through Lieb’s as we left the building making our way back so we could pack up and move out.

#band of brothers #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers fanfic #easy company #dick winters #fanfic #band of brothers imagine #babe hefferon #lewis nixon #liebgott #joseph liebgott #ronald speirs #webster #winters #emily lane

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linaselandbasil · 10 months

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Eldarya boys as roommates.

Nevra: Has a lot of stuff he doesn't want you to touch but they're literally everywhere, you will inevitably have to touch it to make way. He'll keep the house clean if he has a date coming over though, which happens every few days to every few weeks. He has a lot of expensive stuff, so he's watching you with concern when you walk by his antique table lamp he decided to put on a coffee table, or his handwoven Persian rug that was passed down from his late father to him, or the irreplaceable framed picture Karenn drew of them when she was 6. Also, Karenn. Shes at his place maybe every other day? She never stops talking but that's fine, at least Nevra isn't bothering you. He thinks he's mysterious and dark, but he's simply a goth chatter machine.

Ezarel: Always annoyed by something you just did because he was planning something and you ruined it. He'd need to be at the edge of death before he disrespects your boundaries. He could be literally bleeding out and he'd avoid going to your room and waking you up because that's rude. He makes messes but they absolutely cannot be cleaned up, otherwise he can't find what he needs. He brings his work home a lot, there's documents and alchemical formulae on the kitchen table because why not? Why shouldn't he read his research notes on fungi based aphrodisiacs while eating dinner? He often comes home with his fringe burned, legend says his hair is like that because he forgot to tie it up and something exploded.

Leiftan: Very polite, he did nothing wrong in his entire life, he's a literal angel... But he's never home and his cat is a bitch and you're gonna have to feed that thing pretty regularly. When he comes home the cat is also an angel, but the bite marks and the piss stains remain. All his clothes are white or grey so he's done for the week in one or two loads, he's great at cooking (for eldarya standards anyway) and he sweeps up his cats hair every time he sees it. He's great.

Lance: You'll probably never be his roommate because he always lives with his brother. He's never home, he's always up to some bullshit, he's got no job most of the time but he has money somehow? Probably from Valkyon. You'll never have to worry about burglars, he'll eat them whole. He leaves his big ass shoes everywhere and you'll probably trip on them. He's usually a tidy person but by the end of the day he just wants a nap. Also, this creature is simultaneously a night owl and an early bird. Does he even sleep? How is he so muscular? Did you know sleep is detrimental to muscule development? Hmmm? I've never seen him sleep.

Valkyon: He has so many drugs, you'd start praying that the cops never show up. He's also that one bitch who has expensive liquor out on the top of the shelf to let people know he has a problem but he still has taste. He's not home most of the time because he's out getting laid somewhere. He's never late with rent either, but the cash is always sticky. He hates it when people come over but he also hates not minding his business so he shuts up about it. It doesn't matter what he's having, it could be antidepressants, but he'll ask you if you want sum'. That's some brother behavior right there.

Mathieu: He's a gym bro and he always has his gym friends over and they're playing video games while you're trying to live life like a normal person but there's 4-6 shredded dudes and girls in your living room every weekend. He's a Kevin, sadly, but he means well. (Search stories about Kevin, you'll understand) He ran into Lance at the gym and now he smokes weed too so he smells like skunk every once in a while. He'll cook nice meals for you, which is nice unless he Kevins it up.

#eldarya #unhinged #lance eldarya #valkyon #eldarya leiftan #eldarya ezarel #nevra eldarya #mathieu eldarya #eldarya nevra #ezarel

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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UM so like, ive been feeling really shittt? and i was wondering which of the yanderes would be good at dealing with a depressed or suicidal so?

a/n: yooo im so sorry it took me forever to answer this ask but i hope you're feeling better! and, if you're not, have these lovely yanderes to help! also, i placed it under the cut just because of the warnings so heed the warnings and lets get started!

warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria, mentions of sucidal thoughts and ideations, mentions of depression, mentions of conservative opinion/thoughts, mentions of suicide attempts

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

Gawain knew exactly how that felt. In fact, he’d been in the same position as you. There was a time where he was in the wrong body and it made him want to tear himself apart. He dreaded waking up in the morning, all he wanted to do was fall asleep and just never have to deal with anything ever again.

That being said, because of his unique circumstance, he knew kind of what to do. He’d been to therapists and doctors, he knew the breathing techniques and the journaling methods, he knew kind of how to talk you through depressive episodes; he’d take care of you as best as he can.

Actually, Gawain would be the type to take care of you even to the detriment of his own mental health.

If he hasn’t kidnapped you and trapped you in his expensive penthouse, he definitely would now. He has no choice. He couldn't risk leaving you to your own devices! Nobody knew better than him that you can’t fix mentally ill people immediately. A lot of suicides are impulsive.

So, he'd need to trap you in his house. He’d call his brother over if he needs someone to babysit you but, basically, until he deems you well enough to be left alone, the two of you are attached at the hip. He would totally spoon feed you, he’d bathe you, he’d tuck you in; literally becomes an annoying caregiving leech.

Part of it is because he’s overprotective and wants to take care of you. The other part of it is that he wanted someone to do that for him when he was depressed and suicidal. He wanted someone to sweep him of his feet, to take care of him so he didn’t have to think about anything else; someone that would just hug him and hold him and coddle him.

So, now, that’s who he is to you. And, if you don’t like it, well… Gawain thinks you’re too depressed and suicidal to really decide anything for yourself.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Not to burst your bubble but oh my god, Fujio is definitely the type of person to be like Depressed? The fuck? Just go get a job or something, being depressed is for people who have too much time on their hands.

It really is unfortunate but Fujio isn’t going to take you seriously until he has to.

This means he’ll brush you off until you try to kill yourself, you start hurting yourself physically, you start wasting away because you’re not taking care of yourself, etc. When your health starts being threatened in one way or another, Fujio will explode.

He’s always had a volatile temper and it’s ten times as worse when it comes to his precious darling. Nobody can hurt you, not even yourself.

So, then, he starts talking to people. Not professionals, unfortunately, but like people he knows at work or his boss or people he trains with. It’ll be super stupid, like he just comes out and says it, rolling his eyes like Can you believe this? Being suicidal? Depression? What a load of bullshit, amirite?

Except he’s not right and a lot of people in Lovelock, city notorious for its seedy underbelly, knows it. A lot of people Fujio works with used to be kids that wanted to die rather than continue living their terrible lives with abusive families or with no food on the table. Fujio would definitely be put in his place.

Then he finally understands. He finally realises that this is something he could lose you over. For Fujio, he’d be the type to immediately kidnap his darling so he doubles up on security. He baby proofs your room and you’re not allowed to go outside unless he’s there.

Before, you kind of just had free reign and he let you do whatever as long as you let him know. Now, privileges are revoked. Not because it’s a punishment but because he’s worried you’ll end up hurting yourself.

He’d also be way nicer and gentler to you. It would surprise him since the main reason he ended up falling in love with you was because he felt like he didn’t need to walk on eggshells around you. But, instead of falling out of love, you encourage this weird feeling of overprotectiveness. All he wants to do now is take care of you.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

What do you mean you want to die?

Ayaka wouldn’t be able to understand. Of course she wouldn’t. She’s lived a privileged life where, though her father’s a piece of shit, she’s had everything pretty much handed to her for free. Most people either always want to say yes to her or aren’t able to say no. What more could a lady want?

So, if she finds out that you’re depressed or suicidal, she’d panic a little. You’d think she’d be really conservative about it since she grew up in a conservative household. Something along the lines of you’re not depressed, you’re just being a snowflake.

However, that’s actually the opposite case. Ayaka has never met anyone that’s made her feel the same way you make her feel and, if she has to believe you and do something about it, she will. Anything to keep you by her side.

She just doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about at first. So, to learn, she’ll consult her tutor, a doctor, anybody she can find; she’ll learn exactly what she’s supposed to do here, what you need, what she needs to force you to do or what she needs to let you do by yourself.

Surprisingly, for someone who’s never had to lift a single finger her entire life, Ayaka can be relentless and resourceful when she wants to be. She low-key dumps money on the problem which, most of the time, can be a bad idea.

However, with Ayaka, she throws money at the problem with all the love in her heart. She gets you the best therapist money can buy, she makes sure to take you to different places if need be or stay with you in your room if going outside is too much. She makes sure to find out exactly why you’re feeling the way you’re feeling and she’ll put a stop to anything threatening your mental health.

(The one thing she won’t stop is bullying you but she definitely controls her tone in a way that makes it clear to you that she’s joking or teasing you. And, if you voice that you didn’t like something she said, unlike a normal darling, she’d definitely apologise and avoid saying it again in the future)

liam anthony arieh ★ profile

Liam is like a mix of Gawain and Fujio. Part of him is like Depression? Aren’t you being a special snowflake? But also part of him is like oh no, I was severely depressed and suicidal once!

That first part of him comes from the fact that he had nobody to help him when he was depressed. When he wanted to die, the only thing stopping him was the fact that every single time he tried, he ended up in the hospital instead of in the morgue. It took him going through several attempts before he finally got a grip of himself and stopped.

It definitely took him a while to work through his depression and, even now, he sometimes makes suicidal jokes about how funny it would be if he blew his brains out with a gun or if he overdosed, etc. But he doesn’t want to seriously die now and he’s definitely far from depressed.

So, part of him expects you to go through that as well. Part of him thinks that the reason you’re depressed and suicidal is because you’re weak and you just need to get stronger.

However, the other part of him acknowledges that you’re weak. If you’re his darling, most likely the reason why you’ve piqued his interest is because, in his eyes, you are pure and innocent. In his eyes, you needed him to protect you from other people that wanted to do to you the same things he did but for the wrong reasons.

In any case, his solution is surprisingly not to lock you up (if you aren’t already). He’ll definitely start stalking you hard or assigning employees to start trailing you and making sure you’re okay on days he’s not able to do so himself. He also tries to find a therapist but, specifically, a therapist that doesn’t mind breaking patient privilege.

He needs control. He needs to be able to manouver you in the exact way he wants and depression? Depression makes you unpredictable. Depression makes it possible for you to be hurt by the one person he can’t completely protect you from: yourself.And he’d be damned if he lets anyone, especially yourself, take away the one good thing in Lovelock.

#Anonymous #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc x reader #male oc #female oc #gawain #ayaka #fujio #liam #drabbles

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liminalpebble · 1 year

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Sex and Death: Chapter 3, Food and Lodging

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Chapter 3: Food and Lodging

Settled on stools at the kitchen counter, they had their meal. Magnus hummed in contentment over his empty plates and stretched. The boy could certainly eat, Noura thought to herself.

It made sense. A 6'2 runner with the metabolism of a hummingbird must work up an appetite. In fact, they both made quick work of the spread before them, having forgotten to eat during their ceaseless work.

He spoke after a languid stretching yawn. “I have no idea what half of that was, but it was absolutely delicious. Thank you, Noura.”

“My pleasure. It's literally the least I can do.”

He chuckled, “It really isn't. You're too much of an overachiever to even understand what true laziness is. Let me teach you sometime. I'm an expert. You can repay me by feeding me all that extra food you make on a regular basis.” He winked. She melted.

“Bullshit, Magnus. I know you're far from lazy.”

“Well...only when I'm really interested in something. Luckily, with my job, there's always something interesting.”

Noura's smile suddenly fell, and she felt her stomach drop as she remembered her outburst. “I liked working with you...solving puzzles. I wish I could keep doing it, but I'm pretty sure I just burned my bridges pretty thoroughly. God, that was so stupid! Magnus, I've NEVER done that before. I have no idea what got into me.”

Magnus held her hand and the sudden proximity shocked her a bit. “Noura, you were amazing. You should be proud of the way you stood up for all of us. Everyone in that department wanted to say that for a very long time, I assure you. Especially me. I've been his punching bag for years. Whenever there's a database to tediously comb through, or dozens of garbage cans to dig in for a single letter, guess who gets the short end of that stick.”

She turned to face him. “Magnus, that's horrible! With your skills and education, how can they justify making you an errand boy?”

He gave her a sad little smile. “I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. I wish Kurt felt the same way,” he said, gathering the dishes and beginning to load the dishwasher.

She was pensively silent for a moment, weighing her words. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Shoot!” he said lightly, slinging the dishtowel over his shoulder.

“Why are you a cop, Magnus? You're incredibly bright...well-educated. There are so many careers you could excel at, with much bigger paychecks and less stress and more mental stimulation. What made you want to be a detective?”

He tilted his beautiful blond head and squinted his eyes in thought as he dried his hands. “I wanted to do something to help people. I love solving puzzles. I wanted to solve the ones that really counted. I wanted to protect people, or at least bring some sense of closure or justice to the families of the victims, if it was...you know...too late to protect them. I think, ultimately, I wanted purpose.”

She met his eyes across the counter and smiled sweetly, dark eyes full of a deep understanding he had never seen from anyone else before. “That's...well...beautiful, Magnus...beautiful and noble, and thoughtful.”

He released a breathy chuckle, blushing and looking at the floor, then said, “Great. Could you tell my mother that? She seems to think it was an idiotic move. I even told her how the badge makes me seem really cool but that wasn't enough to convince her it was a good choice.”

He waited while she laughed. He was now totally enamored with the sound and would loathe interrupting it. “Hey, would you mind if I took a shower and got ready for bed? I'm fading fast.”

“Oh...uh no! No not at all. Bathroom is all yours.”

“I'll be quick.”

“Take your time!” she said after him, wincing and wondering if that was an odd response. Noura tried not to think about how that gorgeous, sweet young man with the lithe body of a Greek god was about to be wet and naked in the other room. While he was out of the room she took the opportunity to put on her own pajamas. Digging through her closet she suddenly realized every piece of modest nightclothes she owned was cozy but looked stupid. She searched in vain for the least embarrassing set. Really? She thought, These are the least embarrassing I have? As she donned the Star Trek pajamas and sighed in resignation.

“Noura?” She heard Magnus call from the bathroom.

Oh god, she thought. Don't be weird, Noura.

“Yes?” she said tentatively, coming towards the bathroom.

She was dismayed when a very naked and damp Martinsson, wet curls dripping, opened the door a crack to speak.

Don't look down, she thought, For the love of god and all that is holy, do not fucking look down.

But to Noura's surprise, not looking down didn't help. He was standing with his back towards the mirror, directly in her line of sight, revealing the entire back of his body to her; broad shoulders, long strong legs, and a round firm ass all dripping and meeting her eyes directly, unavoidably.

“Sorry, but do you have a spare bath towel?” he said, snapping her back to reality.

“Yeah! Of course! I'm so sorry. Let me grab one.”

She hustled back to the closet, and was again on a quest for the least embarrassing thing she owned, only to settle on a terrycloth monstrosity with The Groke from Moomin sprawling across it.

Fuck. She thought, but hurried back nonetheless to deliver the towel.

He chuckled at the design and said “Thanks,” mercifully closing the door again before the sight of him made her lose her entire mind.

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emstefani · 8 months

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To Macgyver and Pam: You will never be in my personal life, the closest you’ll get is when I finally take legal action on the both of you. Keep trying by dragging me into pathetic, Tumblr discourse with strangers, it still won’t happen. The closest to me you’ll ever get to me is by evading my block and reading my page AND when I see you in court from the plaintiff stand. Get it through your damn skulls, there is nothing either of you can do or say to make me stop talking to my best friend. Our connection goes past Tumblr, contrary to the people you two use and get involved in your bullshit because you want the load to be lessened on you, for when the time comes. We know Lily and Genevieve are not involved in this, so you can finally stop feeding them to us (both of you need to drop everything and run for the hills, with the direction this is going to go in). There is nothing in existence you can get more out of this other than a heavier prison sentence. Cease and desist (for I think the tenth time) and leave me, my innocent friend who only ever wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine (by the way, he still only did a tenth of what you two have done), and life alone. After how many times I’ve said it in the course of four years, I’m not confident, but please TRY and better yourselves.

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clatterbane · 2 years

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Historical, Mythological & Social Origins of the Satanic Panic and How it Nearly Destroyed My Life

Starting in the early 1980’s the Satanic Panic ignited in the United States before spreading through the world. Here law enforcement, psychiatrists, social workers and occult ‘experts’ uncovered a vast satanic conspiracy which predated upon children at daycares, infiltrated heavy metal music, lured in teenagers through Dungeons and Dragons all organized by a grand network of satanic covens. These claims resulted in constant bullying for social non-conformists, hundreds of arrests, prosecutions, compromised guilty verdicts along with accusations which ruined lives and livelihoods for many more. The Satanic Panic is even more shocking when considering that no evidence has come to light in over 40 years to substantiate these claims. Feeding on centuries of demonological lore set into the social and economic degradation of the last quarter of the 20th century, the Satanic Panic continues to have a decisive social impact. Join me as I dive deep into the origins and development of the Satanic Panic and how it nearly destroyed my life.

Another unfortunately excellent video from Justin Sledge, which carries just about all the content warnings you might expect in this context. From medieval antisemitic violence, up through the 1980s ritual abuse craze--and, as he discusses some, more recently getting resurrected to some extent through the QAnon garbage. It's ugly history all the way down, y'all, though he treats it with the usual sensitivity here. (And more soberly than usual, with the multiple levels of obviously still uncomfortable personal relevance there.)

I was 12 when Geraldo Rivera's first mega-trainwreck special peddling this bullshit aired. So yeah, I remember this period a little too well--if thankfully more in the background, growing up in a non-religious family outside the Bible Belt. The White Evangelical Right hadn't made many inroads in our area (yet). I did know some other kids who ran into more trouble at home, with parents who were keeping an eye out for various supposed Satanic Influences. I did also hang out around some of the local Redneck Stoner Metalheads, so yeah. I'm still pretty cool with most of that crowd back home, and have no reason to think it's not mutual.

And I did run into some bullying with that shit used as an excuse--but surprisingly little in retrospect, as a neurodivergent weirdo with an interest in the occult myself, who was getting bullied within millimeters of my life already. Which whole experience honestly helped steer me harder into that punkmetalgoth freak glory, btw. Along with a lot of kids pushed well over onto the margins in those days.

(I also got much less directly caught up on the edges, through what was thankfully a much more straightforwardly secular version of the whole deeply pernicious "repressed memories of nonexistent abuse" fad. As I have talked about some before. Basically because I was obviously ND as hell, no doubt sending off some serious queer vibes, and dealing with plenty of then-ongoing trauma to boot. That whole mess was frankly traumatizing as fuck, but I feel like it at least didn't screw with my head in as bad a ways as, say, actually becoming convinced that you were indeed sadistically abused in Satanic rituals. They also never pulled out hypnosis on me, but stuck to insistent leading questions based on horrible assumptions in the face of my persistent "poor insight" and total lack of recall of any earlier childhood abuse of the sort ever happening. Don't know how well hypnosis would have worked either, tbh, but there was more than enough badness there even without finding out. And without the explicitly "Satanic" elements.)

It is difficult to stress hard enough just how many people did get harmed in some way by this particular load of conspiracy theory horseshit. And in some ways that were still echoing down, even before the QAnon revival. As he goes into some here.

Dr. Sledge, OTOH, is just enough younger that I wouldn't have thought he'd have been at as much risk. But yeah, he was also a similarly geeky weirdo growing up in Mississippi and getting involved in Judaism at the time--who was actually into D&D, some occult special interests, and at least now black metal. (Hard to tell which way any connection there might have run, of course, considering he doesn't mention the metal back when this shit was actively playing out.) And, of course, he ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

At any rate, this video is indeed a pretty long deep dive, but I would really suggest checking it out.

#long post #video #esoterica #satanic panic #history #Youtube

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[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. from mike dsfg

there's blood. THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD.

'the wings of freedom? more like wings of bullshit. you take our money & kill our children & we're supposed to thank you for it? what a load of shit. do yourselves a favor & just call it what it is outright –– murder. you're nothing but murderers.'

farlan died for the wings of freedom. isabel died for the wings of freedom. flagon died for the wings of freedom. so many other members died for the wings of freedom that he hadn't known the names of. they have all died with wings flying high on their backs & the wings had meant something. they had meant the freedom that they promised. they had ensured that there would be a time when they wouldn't have to live like rats inside of walls, inside of cages that were meant to protect. they had looked over those towering prisons, rode out, & made sure that their deaths meant something.

these people will never understand. they will never get it. they feed themselves & throw money around & praise the lazy mp's & the horrendous garrison. they're all just soldiers of the walls & nothing more. they know nothing of titans & loss & pain. they look down on them, call them murderers, & they sit here & read the headlines in a paper & think they know.

there's so much blood. there's the crunch of bone. there's the baring of his teeth as his fist comes down again, again, again.

he is a thinly veiled god of fury. he is every single person that has been with wings on their back & died, given corporeal form in order to take their vengeance. he is the bastard of the underground that they all look down upon. he is every mean son of a bitch name that they have ever called him.

the wings mean something. they mean freedom. & these fuckers will never know freedom if it bit them in the ass because they are comfortable in their little homes in shiganshina. they're comfortable because they can be. they're comfortable because they will never have to look at a titan. they are nothing but myths to them. they are nothing but a nightmare story told to children at bed time. they accept what they don't know because it is easier that way.

he growls low in his throat, a demon straight from hell as he does so. there's another crunch of bone –– somewhere alone his cheek this time, the swelling & purpling that instantly breaks the skin's surface sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. there's so much blood coating his arm & his face & he doesn't stop.

the titans hadn't stopped when it had been his squad's broken bodies. the titans hadn't stopped when they had pulled isabel's head clean off her body. when they had tore farlan in two, his broken body on the ground, still. the titans hadn't stopped because they are personal chew toys. they are no better then the bastards of the interiors who don't understand.

who choose not to understand.

if they want to call him murderer, then he will give them a true reason to call him that. he will be the ghost that haunts their every waking moment. he will be a bastard nightmare like he was bred to be. he will slit a throat & bathed in the blood of his enemies ––

〝 kid. 〞 the voice is far off, his hand is pulling back again. they want to call him a murderer, then he will be a murderer. he will show them that they will never take the wings of freedom from him. they will never think of it as something to laugh at ––

a hand grabs his fist & he turns, snarling, blood dripping from his fingers & into the dirt. there's screams & gasps & pleas that he hadn't even heard before. it's all coming back into focus. it's all coming back into the ringing in his ears, the red rage that consumes him until he thinks he'll go mad with it.

mike stares him down, sure & steady. his expression is unreadable, but the grip on his fist doesn't falter. 〝 he's had enough, levi. 〞

levi's brow furrows, but mike's hand around his fist yanks him up, twists his arm slightly. gives him a pinch of pain that makes him gasp, but it clears away the rest of the red that had filled his vision, had numbed his mind. the man is unconscious, being pulled away by his friends. they're glaring at him but there is fear in their eyes.

he used to relish in that fear. used to invoke it in the people in the underground to make his point.

right now though, he feels his stomach churn as he looks down & sees just how much blood is coating him. he swallows thickly as his arm is released & the final lackeys around them scatter.

no one wants to be near the monster. no one wants to be near the murderer.

levi feels his hands trembling, his knees shaking.

he doesn't remember much. all he remembers is that the wings need to mean something.

#pontevoix #ic. ❝ cleaning out the cobwebs ⧽ ❪ answered ❫

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seleneprince · 7 months

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@thebusylilbee (For some reason I couldn't reblog that reply of yours with this post. Pity)

A following of this beautiful, reflexive reblog:

Wow, you were so expressive, so passionate, so full of rage back there. I would've feel intimidated if you have added a deep, complex explanation of your point between all that messy spit of words..

As much as I would love to give you a full and detailed explanation of why your reasoning is fucking WRONG, I know by the way you wrote your thoughts you're not the type to willingly hear arguments that go against your beliefs and you're firmly set on your own interpretation of reality, so I'll be quick with this and leave you to keep swimming in your ignorance.

From all that load of bullshit and rage filled nonsense you spit out, there was one thing you're absolutely right about it:

"Hamas WOULD not need to exist"

Damn right they don't, their mere existence is a crime. I don't know how many palestinians outside Gaza you've spoken to but I can quote what the ones I came across have said about Hamas, here some examples:

"They're the real monsters. They do nothing to protect us and just keep making everything worse"

"We weren't allowed to leave because they shoot down anyone that tried to flew the country. They don't care about our lives, just our usefulness to them"

"We can't complain, we can't speak up, if they so much sniff someone's dislike towards them...."

It's hard to translate some of them, but you get the picture. Hamas are terrorists, that much is known. They've been also opressing, humiliating, torturing, raping, displacing, robbing and imprisoning people since their creation, but they've done it in a way that only those lucky enough to escape can confess their crimes. The rest are dead. But foolish, uncultured idiots like you don't want to hear that because it's much easier to pin Israel's government as the SOLE villains of this story and buy the propaganda western media is feeding you.

"if ZIONISTS hadn't created a fascist apartheid state called Israel"

Honey, I don't know what the fuck they taught you in History class, but the "fascist apartheid" state you speak of doesn't exist. Israel was created by the United Nations as part of a plan to give both the arabs and the jews their own territory and cease the continued conflicts.

(Fun fact: The Arab League refused this idea because they didn't want the jews to have their own land, and so shortly after proclamation, five Arabs countries joined forces to attack the freshly created Israel state and invade them. Or, using that term some people in this site love, colonize them. Israel fought back, won for some dumb stroke of luck and, as a solemn "fuck you", they also took a 25% more of the territory that have been accorded)

Now, the Israel's government has clearly changed a LOT (speaking in euphemisms ofc) back from the original days where they genuinely just focused on the Israelis and right now there's really nothing good left in that corrupt, self-centred circle of men.

"zionist ideology wasn't RACIST GENOCIDAL AND INHUMANE."

The origin of the Zionism movement was born as a response to the growing anti-semitism, an actual racist genocidal and inhuman movement, that was happening all around the world. So using those particular adjectives to describe it it's ironic and fucking dumb, because they go against the very reason of its existence.

Now there are various ramifications of Zionism, such as political Zionism, liberal Zionism, religious Zionism, etc. Not all of them good obviously, but the main core of this movement was focused ONLY in protecting the Jews and their culture. I'll never understand how a government that knows the tragedy their fellows suffered even dared to inflict it on other people, but well, guess some humans don't learn from the past.

And last one, the very jewel of your whole commentary:

"You are so fucking stupid, it's incredible that you would fuckign DARE tag your braindead bullshit with a pro-palestine tag when you quite obviously know and understand NOTHING"

I dare to tag "pro palestine" because I'm with them and I'm actually defending their lives, their cause and know where they come from, unlike people like you that speak up all proudly against others and use big words you don't even know the meaning of. If you actually cared about these people, you would have done your research and find out everything about this topic. But you don't, you simply want to show your deep anger for their pain in the same way all influencers and fake activists have been doing since this started. You want to be "part of the trend".

The only one who obviously knows and understand NOTHING about this conflict is YOU, fucking uncultured and ignorant asshole. Everytime I see people like you speak up on this conflict makes my blood boil, because all of you have been blisfully blind while all the atrocities were happening but now the biased social media and tv shows and all these radical anti-semitist political figures are telling you how bad it is, you think it's time to "stand up against the unjustice".

People like you only see the surface of it plus the propaganda they shove in your throats, and not the centuries of dark history and events that have consequently lead up to this. So how about you shut the fuck and let the grown people speak about this matter?

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Today, the randomizer chose a movie called "Werewolves Within."

It was okay. I'd watch it again.

Livetweets under the cut.

I’ve never heard of “Werewolves Within,” but I’m a big werewolf fan. I once wrote about werewolves as a metaphor for puberty, especially AFAB puberty due to it being a blood curse based on 28-day cycles.

Is this movie making a motivational quote from Mr. Rogers scary? This is exactly my sense of humor, y’all.

More proof that you should never say “Hello” in a horror movie.

“Let’s all chant the word ‘balls.’”

Did Tumblr make a movie and forget to tell me?

No. The people would be hornier toward the monsters if that had happened.

Beaverfield is probably in Oregon. There’s both a Beaver and Beaverton there. Beaver has great cheese, and Beaverton is a suburb of Portland.

Cecily the Mailperson (actually Mail Carrier) looks really familiar. I can’t figure out where I know her from, though.

Yep. This is Oregon. This is the most Oegon place I’ve ever seen. And I grew up in Boring.

Does every mail carrier everywhere know all of the gossip? Ours knows everything, too.

“You will be shot.” Oh! They’re from the same part of Oregon I am: West West Idaho.

Cecily is Lily from AT&T! My spouse has a crush on her.

Of course, it’s kombucha. Because Oregon. Axe throwing! Another treasured eastern Oregon tradition! I’m surprisingly good at it despite having grown up on a dairy farm and never using an axe before.

Ugh. Whitman. I have a whole transcendentalist rant locked and loaded. “King of DIY Lit.” Bullshit. His sister and mom were feeding him the whole damn time. Anytime anyone is doing something all by themselves it’s because someone is doing all the invisible labor.

WOW! Finn is dumb AF.

They’re trapped in the town with no way out and no electricity and a killer werewolf (that ate a possibly racist dog). Things should get exciting.

Finn being the only Black man in town is actually accurate to Oregon, the state so racist it banned enslaved people in order to have fewer people of color!

This werewolf is smart. It killed everybody’s generators.

And buried a body. Which means it wasn’t hungry when it killed that dude at the beginning.

Good job of burying the lede, Finn!

The screaming is hilarious.

Enviro lady is so creepy. I love her. They’re setting her up as an obvious red herring.

Cecily is handling Finn’s bullshit way better than I would. I would’ve left him for the Bundy-acolyte to shoot and eat.

Dr. Jane is my favorite character in this movie. Top Ten most characters ever.

This town is immediately turning on each other; exactly as it should be.

Everybody’s convinced Emerson’s the murderer, but he looks just like my brother-in-law and acts like my late uncle. He makes me feel safe.

So many of these jokes are just brilliant in their simplicity.

There are only 11 people in this town, and they’re all the worst/dumbest people alive. This movie truly captures what living in a small town is like.

The gun conversation just continues that. The church my dad goes to had to make a rule that nobody can open carry inside. They tried to say nobody could conceal carry either, but people got angry. And someone threatened to bring her “purse gun” to every board meeting, choir practice, etc.

She’s going to shoot Pete more than the monster is going to eat him. It looks like he was shot in the upper chest. Dude is going to bleed out.

Also Dr. Jane knows way more than she’s admitting.

Don’t shoot through the door, lady! You’ve damaged the structural integrity. That makes it easier for people or werewolves to break through.

Bullshit. Oil Dude shot Dr. Jane so she wouldn’t be able to stop his pipeline.

Gwen is so excited that everybody is pointing guns at each other. She’s just dancing in the background making finger guns.

I like the motivational speech not working. Also, “I hope you dildos get eaten” is great. I’ve never used that as an insult, but it’s good.

Like, you’re not even a dick. You’re a pale, plastic, lifeless imitation.

I have a bear spray story! My sister (the psychic) wasn’t sure how to use the bear spray and thought it was like mosquito spray. Fortunately, another hiker stopped her in time.

Holy crap! She just straight up killed him for greed! The werewolf has only killed one dude at this point. And Trish just evened her kill count.

“I taped knives to my hand!” is the most eastern Oregon shit ever.

Trish has killed more people than the werewolf.

The townspeople have killed more people than the werewolf has. I mean, maybe the werewolf killed people in the other two towns, but in this one, it’s only killed a person.

Cecily is a werewolf!

“I ate them.” I feel like that’s the most punk way for a shitty high school punk band to break up.

Calling out the whole manic pixie dream girl thing is great. Also, eating the hand of the lower back hand guy. And yes, you should’ve eaten both hands.

Finn’s right. There’s nothing being wrong with being nice. Until you’re trying to talk to the murderous werewolf like she’s a friend.

Get her, Emerson! If anybody’s going to beat up the werewolf it’s him!

Nevermind.

I do want to point out that the villain has only two kills in this movie versus the rest of the town people. The werewolf and Trish the Craft Lady have the same body count.

Did he just stab her with snowshoes? So that’s where those were.

Emerson’s alive, which means Trish the Craft Lady has a higher body count than the murderous werewolf.

My closed captions completely covered Cecily climbing back to her feet. But I saw her once she stood up.

“Make your own damn sandwich” is a pretty good ending line.

For some reason, this reminded me of an Agatha Christie story. Enjoyable but not my favorite thing. And that’s not going to stop me from picking it up again.

#31 days 31 horror movies 2023 #werewolves within #happy halloween

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Insurgent (2015) notes

Give Divergent (2014) this: I did immediately put on the sequel.

>iirc, I bought a ticket to this movie opening weekend, for the purposes of sneaking into a screening of Kingsman: the Secret Service. So I'm partly implicit in this movie being #1 at that weekend's box office.

>by 2015, Lionsgate had acquired Summit Entertainment, further consolidating their power in the bloody history of YA Movie Feudalism. This is important because at the top of Insurgent is a splash logo for Summit subsidiary International Distribution Company LLC, touters of maybe the worst splash logo of all time. Looks like a PS2 game, but like, the ones made when the PS3 was already out.

>also producing is one Red Wagon Entertainment, the production name for one Douglas Wick, producer for all three Divergent movies as well as 2005's Jarhead and Memoirs of a Geisha. So if you want someone to blame for these movies never concluding, well, he's a name that's public.

>Winslet says "...by dividing people based on personality and aptitude..." which goes against what I understood Faction Society to be. Citizens self-select their factions, don't they? Or is forced division a new thing since the Great Beatrice Crisis

>It'd be really funny if Kate Winslet is only seen on computer screens for the entirety of this movie. Just rolled up to the bluescreen studio and knocked out her role in one day

>I miss Jai Courtney. Haven't seen him in a movie for a while. Bro wasn't phoning it in, unlike some of this cast

>New director for this one! Robert Schwentke, also responsible for RED, R.I.P.D., the yet to be seen Allegiant, and Snake Eyes: GI Joe Origins (a movie that--get ready for this--I've seen)

>RUNNING👏THROUGH👏FORESTS👏

>lil pissbaby Ansel doesn't get a cool Dauntless jacket lol get fukked bud

>Katniss also started her sequel with the lingering consequences of taking a life, Beatrice. One of you is gonna have to change

>ain't no goddamn way they filmed Divergent 2 with the IMAX cameras

>too many movies feed teenagers the lie of chopping your own hair and having it come out salon-layered and photogenic.

>am I supposed to call him Four or Tobias, because the former is funnier

>"How long do we have to stay here" Bea are you for real

>aw dammit Winslet's in the flesh

>secret box, secret box, secret box, secret box

>gonna start making guesses at what's in the box now and pray they reveal it before the end of this movie a. letter from the founders saying factions are a load of bullshit b. key to door that will be opened in Divergent 3 c. contract buyouts for the whole cast when this series fails to conclude

>"I really don't know how much longer I can do this whole peace and love thing." Truer words wrt Beatrice have never been spoken. She pops more heads in one movie than most YA girls do in a trilogy of books

>Miles Teller is silly now.

>"wait, we're fugitives?" Ansel, what the fuck did you think was happening here?

>"we need to find out what happened to the other Dauntless" presumably stayed in the city, Four, you beautiful cinder block of a man. They certainly didn't run off with you--I would know, I just watched the first movie like two hours ago

>"we need to kill Jeannine" TALK YOUR SHIT BEA

>lmaoo Miles Teller is such a dick, Beatrice is a psycho, this movie's gonna rule ass

>love how Amity has roads but the villain trucks just run over the fences anyway

>the dominant trait of Amity is politeness, which I feel runs counter to what's historically known about the agricultural complex

>hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (people who have seen Insurgent know what I'm talking about)

>save money on set design with a little bit of the ol' RUNNING👏THROUGH👏FORESTS👏

>do you think Ansel was directed to run like a geek or is that just how he is

>man I hope Veronica Roth eventually got to jump on a moving train irl. Seems like a big fantasy of hers, next to sharing needles (incidentally, injection count's still at zero)

>who could ever dislike Beatrice. She breaks arms. She kicks women out of trains to be crushed under the wheels. She bites hands and doesn't afraid of anything

>Four's mom lives in a haunted house lol

>shut up Ansel (I've said this out loud four times, we're thirty minutes in)

>Divergents fit into every faction, like a faction avatar of sorts, and by that token the factionless don't fit into any faction, ergo they are the worst people. With you so far, movie

>hey what's the absolute weirdest thing a mother can say to her son's girlfriend. Because that's what Four's mom just said

>hey what's the second weirdest thing a mother can say to her son's girlfriend. Because that's what Four's mom just said

>we have just received mention of administering a truth system, bringing our injection counter dubiously up to one

>so every faction can hold their own trials? Is that what Four's talking about? Is the Dauntless trial just Thunderdome?

>injection counter now decisively up to 1

>the Divergent series doesn't have a love triangle and thus doesn't have any teams other than Team Four but I'm gonna be Team Miles Teller just to be a pissant

>injection counter: 2

>Candor man asks "did you harm anyone" to which Beatrice, under the effects of truth serum, says "my mom," which literally is not true. Then again, maybe the truth isn't a divine thing, rather whatever the serumee believes to be true. Beatrice could be telling the truth as she believes--ie. putting her mom in the position to be shot is as good as killing her herself. So could a totally delusional person invalidate the serum by just believing incorrect things? Discuss with your table.

>Maybe Beatrice should've objected to Four's "neither of us have secrets worth hiding" thing

>"people get hurt when they get close to me" objection, your honor?? Conjecture???? why is truth serum making her say this????????? Again, I think truth serum has a big flaw someone should reformulate

>what's in the box? d. a ceremonial dagger whose holder gets to be King of Earth e. map to the rest of civilization f. the Allegiant book ie. the scene in Spaceballs where they fastforward the movie

>Divergents are special, but some Divergents are more special-er than others. What the fuck does that mean

>Four has a way of flying in from offscreen for stealth attacks. Refuse to believe he's capable of this. Giant, pretty tree, him. Ain't creepin up on nobody

>Jai Courtney we hardly knew Yai Courtney🙏

>what a fool I was to attempt an injection counter when I should've been doing a popped collar counter

>Beatrice wearing a tactical vest and nothing else; I like her style

>"I'm gonna kill Miles Teller!" "okay" lmao

>nine injections in one scene, talk about a buzzer beater

>back to the simulation fakeouts. Still momentarily fun

>still don't think admitting to insecurities should count as Candor. If anything that should be Dauntless

>Beatrice realizing Four's not actually there by him referencing a line from a scene he wasn't in? Cool idea. Don't think Beatrice had to reiterate that, but it's cool

>women in movies love taking showers while holding some random step of the Macarena

>shut up Ansel

>injection count: 12 (I'm counting all the simulation probes separately) (btw: injection count 21)

>good on them for keeping the "breaking glass barriers" motif for all the big "she's a Divergent" moments. Someone on the storyboard team wants senpai to notice. And I did

>so... am I to understand that Kwinslet unknowngly shut herself out of the box by putting Beatrice in a position where she can't act on her Amity-worthy kindness? I'm not ruling out this scene possibly being a longform fakeout. These movies have set a precedent

>Miles Teller Best Character

>injection count: 30. Allegiant's gonna need a miracle to beat this record

>I did predict Beatrice eventually scrapping with a shadow clone by means of self-discovery. Did not predict the video game graphics.

>Beatrice The Cooler Beatrice

>Beatrice should try the ducking in the corner trick, bug out Evil Beatrice's AI

>taking one more guess at what's in the box, for ol' times sake g. incomplete coordinates. Allegiant is about getting the rest of the coordinates, we never find out because they never finished these movies

>okay I was... almost correct? first answer was almost correct. It's a message from outside the city. If I have this right, the whole Faction Society was just a prank bro a social experiment with the goal of creating Divergents, and their greater purpose will be revealed in the next movie, or maybe not because they didn't finish them

>approximately how much time passed between movies? Kwinslet still has a bandage from Beatrice stabbing her hand. Has it been a week? I'm gonna imagine both movies are set over a week.

>Four's mom taking a little too much credit for this

>if Beatrice and Kwinslet don't get their ultimate deathmatch by the end of these I'm eternal sunshining this series from my head

>Faction Society only needed one "you guys can leave" message and everyone packs their bags, lmao. Solid as a rock

>BOO FOUR'S MOM, DENY ME MY THUNDERDONE

I'm clapping folks, I'm sitting at my desk and clapping. That was way better than the first movie, wtf is imdb talking about. We got Punished Venom Beatrice, Miles Teller talkin his shit, the number one cause of death is shooting in the head, YA Sequel Haircuts, Royal Blood at the end which isn't a great band but they bring some much needed oomph to this soundtrack. You'll take Veronica Roth's needles and jumping on trains from her cold dead hands. What is it with 2010s YA trilogies and the second movie being the best one, and why am I the only one who holds this obviously correct opinion? Glad I bought a ticket to this movie in 2015 and didn't watch it for eight years. Bring on movie three, I crave that total deflation.

#Divergent #well ig it's Insurgent #insurgent #movies #should I take one of the online faction quizzes #never did one at the series' height bc i never read the books or watched these movies #okay brb #AMITY???

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it was one disaster after another, bad news piling on by the second. first it was this job: neither of them wanted to do it. some asshole politician in need of a rescue after getting his hands too dirty and reaching too far into a damning abyss, suddenly needing help from the very people he actively worked against in his every day job, the very people he despised. certainly kept no secrets with his distrust and disdain for supes, even now when they come to his aid in the middle of this godforsaken jungle in the middle of the night. shiloh could hear some of the bullshit he spews from the open channel they've used to keep in a constant communication ( at least that was the idea. there were times that maintaining it was a struggle, and it certainly doesn’t help that leon is still new to the tech ), their less than pleasant company going on and on. he’s sure he caught something about how supes were the things wrong in this world, that they’re freaks and falsehoods to evolution; maybe even used the word abomination a few times. shiloh is miles away from leon and still somehow he could feel his blood boiling, and his own begins to simmer under his skin, feeds the temptation to speak his own choice words to their ungrateful rescue. and while its not an easy restraint, already felt teeth biting into his tongue, shiloh knows he must maintain a certain sense of professionalism regardless of personal feelings. leon is a big boy, he’ll handle himself.

then, to make matters worse, there was a change in plans to their method of extraction. was supposed to be a helicopter drop, twenty seconds max to get them on board and the hell out of dodge, but there was too much ground fire that interfered with that plan, so much that it took their bird out of the sky completely; fiery explosion seen over the tall mountaintops. which meant leon had to suffer on foot with their less than fortunate friend and shiloh simply had to hope that he made it through the thick jungle alive with the fucking mouth he had. this is why supes never fucking work. you’re all walking targets. civilians or our military personnel get anywhere fucking near you and they drop dead from a bullet meant for you people. and on and on and on ....

“ get a load of this guy... ” one of the other men said from behind shiloh and he doesn’t have to look back at him to know that he’s shaking his head, his own disdain in his voice. “ son’uva bitch should be grateful he’s even out there for ‘im. he knows who he’s bitchin’ to right ? ” an open question and shiloh simply sighs, adjusting the gear over his shoulders as he rests against the hood of their armored car. “ he knows. ” too well.

minutes turned to hours, beginnings of twilight as the suns rays reach over the horizon. he knows they’re close now, and that patience and calm is running incredibly thin; leon keeping their position updated from time to time: eta on the minute mark. and when they did finally come through the thick trees and into sight, it was another relief to see that he hadn’t yet lost his cool in spite of how relentless the other had been and continues to be even as he’s finally in the safety of one of the most important supes and another powered individual. running his mouth as they both kept moving forward, but the last thing he says, shiloh isn’t quite sure what it was -- busy giving updates on extraction to command, but suddenly the calm and patience was gone and it all erupts in an instant.

the moments blur together from when leon nearly grappled the other man, an indistinct shouting of a thousand and one things that he had wanted to say to the other but were bitten back the entire time, followed by more shouting from the others that accompanied them. a few of them put their might into pulling their priority one rescue away from leons hands, and shiloh had put himself in the middle of it all. immediately in front of @antisupe, almost like he read his mind, like he saw the snap before it happened and was prepared, shoving with all his might the stronger man backwards. and when that wasn’t enough, he used all of him instead, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him further away.

“ hey ! he’s not worth it ... he’s not worth it, marshall. ” he manages to get between the others words. “ let it go. its done, he’s done. let it go. ”

#antisupe #𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 . you've become familiar with destruction‚ season three.#repost.

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nonsupe-a · 2 years

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it was one disaster after another, bad news piling on by the second. first it was this job: neither of them wanted to do it. some asshole politician in need of a rescue after getting his hands too dirty and reaching too far into a damning abyss, suddenly needing help from the very people he actively worked against in his every day job, the very people he despised. certainly kept no secrets with his distrust and disdain for supes, even now when they come to his aid in the middle of this godforsaken jungle in the middle of the night. shiloh could hear some of the bullshit he spews from the sat phone, channel open on one end to keep in a constant communication ( at least that was the idea. there were times that maintaining it was a struggle, and it certainly doesn’t help that leon is still new to the tech. ), their less than pleasant company going on and on. he’s sure he caught something about how supes were the things wrong in this world, that they’re freaks and falsehoods to evolution; maybe even used the word abomination a few times. miles away from leon and still somehow he could feel his blood boiling. perhaps it was his own that bubbles underneath skin, feeds the temptation to open channel communication again to say a few choice words to their ungrateful rescue. but he refrains if only to maintain a sense of professionalism. leon is a big boy, he’ll handle himself.

then to make matters worse, there was a change in plans to their method of extraction. was supposed to be a helicopter drop, twenty seconds max to get them on board and the hell out of dodge, but there was too much ground fire that interfered with that plan, so much that it took their bird out of the sky completely; fiery explosion seen over the tall mountaintops. which meant he had to suffer on foot with their less than fortunate friend and shiloh simply had to hope that he made it through the thick jungle alive with the fucking mouth he had wandering next to leon. this is why supes never fucking work. you’re all walking targets. civilians or our military personnel get anywhere fucking near you and they drop dead from a bullet meant for you people. and on and on and on ....

the moments blur together from when leon nearly grappled the other man, an indistinct shouting of a thousand and one things that he had wanted to say to the other but were bitten back the entire time, followed by more shouting from the others that accompanied them, pulling the other away from leon and shiloh placing himself in the middle. immediately in front of @antisupe, almost like he read his mind, like he saw the snap before it happened and was prepared for it, shoving with all his might the stronger man backwards. and when that wasn’t enough, he used all of him instead. wrapping his arms around him and pulling him further away.

“ hey ! he’s not worth it ... he’s not worth it, marshall. ” he manages to get between the others words. “ let it go. its done, he’s done. let it go. ”

#antisupe #[ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 . ] you’ve become familiar with destruction / season 3.#starter.#>) hehe #this got incredibly long but anyways ....#have this <3

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

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Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @kaechu @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife @dokidokisama @rokipersonal@minakohasmanyhusbandos @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess @yuu-yuukurotsuki @hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @sunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz @dai-tsukki-desu @thicmitten @nonniechan @htnicayh @genshins1mpact

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins.

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting.

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.”

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time.

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell.

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.”

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes?

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath.

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question.

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected.

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand.

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that.

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you.

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha.

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night.

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sugarakis-p2 · 3 years

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Security: Mr. Compress

Mr.Compress and you just finished a job, and he's saved you again. Your very grateful and want to show just how much you have in common.

Warning: Drinking, bad words, crime, breeding smutty smut

You don't want to be here.

As a thief, you are more of an opportunist. Going out and pulling a heist is out of your forte. You want to go home, but Shigaraki, the creepy fuck, told you that you had to earn their trust. Being able to put an infinite number of inanimate objects, doesn't matter the size, weight, or shape made you an the perfect thief. Their are millions sitting inside your void, all you need is a single person you can trust, it's the three requirements of your quirk. You can't pull items out yourself, and you need a person you trust, and you can't up anything in your void that is alive. You pointed out to Shigaraki that they are supposed to be earning your trust. Very unlikely to happen since Shigaraki implied he'd find and kill your Mom if you stepped out of line or betrayed them. So, your both in a stalemate.

Spinner pointed out you're a walking fortune, and sending you on the dangerous mission was risking that fortune. Bless the green bastard, even though the way he talks about you makes you want to kill him. It's Stain this, Stain that, 'Stain spared her to spread the word,' bullshit you've been hearing more lately. Not that Shigaraki listened. Tomura slithered up and bluntly told you that this was happening.

"Look. The best way to trust each other is to work together. We need money, now. And if we never trust each other, then feeding you and keeping you alive is a bad investment. We both don't want that." You suspect he was attempting to smile to set you at ease. He always ended up putting your teeth on edge and made your skin crawl. Spinner is the driver. Mr.Compress, Shigaraki, and you are going inside. You convinced Shigaraki that this would be a easy heist and safer than whatever insane thing he was prattling about. It had to be pointed out that not everything the League did needed a message behind it, which strangely enough, he seemed on board with. While some of the others bitched and moaned about messaging. "You're right, we're the League, we destroy what we don't like and do what we want. I like it," He rasped. Shigaraki made quick work of the security by creating a door right through a sidewall. It was impressive and terrifying. Again he made your skin crawl. No wonder he was itchy all the time. Once inside, Shig was a complete brat complaining that he didn't see any fancy shit to sell.

"I stole the list of private buyers from the museum. His guy has the warrior sphinx statue somewhere. It's small and worth a fortune. Trust me, this guy is loaded. Rich people like to keep their stuff hidden. Toga got blueprints of a similar layout of this house. I think there is a secret room on the second floor." You say, pointing up. Shig nods at you. "Compress grab the frig and anything that looks valuable. Meet us upstairs. Alright, ex-hero, lead the way." He gestures for you to go first. You know he's going to use you as a shield if there is trouble, and you mentally sigh, if you 'could be with any other group of villains' you think. You and Shig make your way upstairs. You find the fake wall very quickly, and Shigs crumbles it. "Your quirk is made for this. You could easily be a master thief," you praise. He grunts at you like he doesn't care, but you saw the edges of a prideful smile around 'father.' Nothing like a little ego stroke to help you live another day.

The Statue is the centerpiece of the room filled with ornate drawers. In glass stands, diamond necklaces sparkled with a dim light source. Wishing that you looked more into this guy because this wasn't a typical collection. This could be trouble later on.

Shigaraki is being haphazard as he opens every drawer and tosses the most riches you've seen into a pile. Making it convenient for Mr.compresse's quirk. He grabs the sphinx and lobs it on top, like a cherry on a sparkly sundae. Diving for it and catching it in time, you land on the pile with a loud grunt. He gives you an indignant look and points to the pile. "It needs to go there," He tells you, lecturing you like a greedy child. "Compress will haul it with his quirk. You are no good as a carrier if we can't get it out of your quirk. You're just here to show us what to get and where."

"I know, but this Statue is over six hundred years old. A ceramic painted with extinct pigments. Until advanced computers, the only way a person could see this color was by this Statue. We must be very careful with it." He gives you a curt nod and a dismissive wave of the hand. "You hold on to it until Compress gets here; keep it safe." You had to leave and stand in the hall. The sight of Shig potentially breaking something else precious would be too much for you. You may not have been a honest museum guard but you did respect the craft of the pieces. The man was like a glass knife, frail and sharp, you didn't want to push your luck.

Bored, you try to see out the window. It's too dark, but you could have sworn you saw a shadow moving out there. Shigaraki stands next to you, finished with his chaos, scratching at his neck. "What are you looking at?" he rasps. "I saw a shadow move out there. It's dark, and the glass is too murky. But I swear I saw something." Shigaraki touches the glass with five fingers. It makes a sharp cracking sound before it tinkles into dust. He leans out to get a good look when you both hear a noise behind you.

"FREEZE!" A man in a private security shirt with a gun shouted at you both. You don't think, you're hero instinct makes your body take action. Pushing Shigaraki out the window while quickly shoving the statue into your void. Maybe one day you will trust someone and can split it with your partners. There's a loud bang, and a bullet whizzes by your ear, causing you to jerk and squeal in pain. Watching as Shigaraki bounces off the overhang and lands with a muffled thump below. He's on his feet staggering and cursing. He'll be ok, you think. It was better than being shot. You turn with your hands raised. Your ears are ringing, and you can't tell what he's shouting at you.

Suddenly he vanishes. Mr. Compress reaches out and uses his quirk on you. It felt beautiful, like a warm bath, you love his quirk. You don't know when you fell asleep but you always felt safe in Compresse's quirk. Wrapped in something warm, you smell pepper, cedar, musk mixed with leather. Lifting your head slowly, you see your covered in Compress's yellow leather jacket. In a dark, dirty room, on a soiled mattress. Your ears ache, but you can hear Mr.Compress not too far off. You sigh in relief that you can still hear. Compress is shining a light in the frig while picking things out.

"I'm sorry, Shigaraki, but that's how frigs work. Without electricity, they rapidly lose the cold air. If you can't pick us up until the heat dies down, then we should eat it before it's spoils. No sense in letting it go to waste." He pulls out a container of cookie dough ice cream, and you get a little excited. The League had seen better times, and any food would be welcomed. "She's fine. Oh, she just woke up. Yes, of course. Do you still have the Statue?" He asks, handing you the container.

Immediately you open it and lick the lid with a satisfying moan. Your gut rumbles and begs for more. Cringing inside that Compress might have heard. You cant tell with the mask. "Yeah, but it's in my void. I thought it would be better than leaving or dropping it," you answer meekly. Awkward silence at this news. "What happened? Where are we? Where are they?" you ask Compress quietly. Compress raises his finger to quiet you and you shut up quickly. Going back to lick the lid clean.

"They loosed dogs on Shigaraki, so they lead them away with the car while you and I came here. It's a safeish house. I'm just explaining. Yes, of course. See you then." He hangs up, putting the phone in his vest pocket. Compress comes sits next to you, sighing, placing the flashlight up to shine on the ceiling. Eyes are adjusting, you can see more in the dingy room. It's easy to see it's been abandoned for a long time. Compress hands you a spoon he pulls out of the air like magic while he opens the wine. You are starving and start shoveling ice cream as if it's mana from the gods. It's slightly melty and perfect.

"Slow down, dear, you'll get a headache. I wasn't able to grab glasses, but I found us a nice vintage." He pulls his mask off, tossing it in his hat and setting it aside to take a large swig. You can't help but stare. Even under his black hood, you can tell he's handsome and younger-looking than you thought. "You're staring dear, it will be some time before we're picked up. Hero's are looking for us. We better make the best of it while we can." he gestures for some ice cream.

"I'm sorry," You hand over the ice cream, and he passes the wine. It is an interesting combination. "I was expecting different," you say nonchalantly, giving him a coy side look. You want to see his reaction. "What were you expecting?" He asks with a smirk. "Well, I've seen pictures of Oji Harima, the great-great-grandfather of Atsuhiro Sako. You're much cuter than I expected." "Stop, you're going to give this old man a heart attack." He grabs his chest. He is wonderfully dramatic when you're alone. His eyes sparkle and dance with excitement as he talks to you. "I'm impressed and a little cautious. How did you know?"

"Peerless Thief, you, and I. We all have similar quirks. Studying his quirk helped me with my own. He was brilliant. The control he had, made me envious. I heard a rumor he had a relative and tried to find them when I was younger. But there weren't a lot of records of the family of villains. I saw your quirk, then put it all together, cuz I'm a genii."

"That's not all we have in common." He rolls up his sleeve and unlocks his left metal arm, sighing with relief. Pulling off his hood he rubs a hand through his brown hair. He has a modest cut, lovely soft brown eyes, and a cut jaw. Heat is rising to your cheeks and have to look away. He eats a couple more spoonfuls and passes it with a charming smile. "Can I take off my legs? They get so damn heavy," you ask sweetly. "Of course. Does yours ever itch?" Compress asks.

You nod, and you take off your pants. He quickly looks away, but you don't mind; you want him to look. Wearing modest tight boy shorts, there wasn't much to look at. You're used to people staring at the space your legs should be, but you're hoping he finds you cute instead of an oddity. Stain had cut you mid-calf making the caps put a constant strain on your thighs with the weight of your metal legs. Setting them aside you admire the skin tone on the metal prosthetics; flawless.

"It's strange when my toe aches since it's not there." He nods, understanding the phantom pains. The itch that is never phantom for them. Taking another swig, he starts to hand it back before he holds it out of your reach, teasing you as he brushes it against your fingertips forcing you to get closer with each snatch you try. "How old are you?" He smirks. Smiling, you lean into him, getting close to his ear to give him a breathy whisper. Your hard nipple grazing his arm didn't go unnoticed. "Really, you look younger." He passes the bottle. You hold out his jacket to him, and he shakes his head. "No, dear. I'm not going to have you laying on one of Dabi's fuck beds without something in-between." You laugh at this. "Old man, you make the word fuck sound so dirty. You're not that old." You say, giving him a wink. "I'm still older than you, so I have to be a decent example, every now and then." He scoffs. He's staring at you, letting his eyes linger and drag over your curves. You look him in the eyes and smile.

"Is that why you saved me twice? To be a decent example? Shigaraki really wanted to kill me when we met. He seemed really disappointed when he introduced the four of us and you didn't tell him to go ahead and dust me." "I saved you because you have the money, dear," he says coldly. "Is that the only reason? I remember you saying, "Her quirk is similar to mine; infinite has a lot of potentials." "I might have said something like that," he says coyly. His eyes fleeting and discreet when you give him a glimpse of your cleavage. The wine is quickly vanishing, and you feel great. Flush and warm all over. You lean in with your sweetest smile.

"Do I have a lot of potentials?" You are not discreet as you give him another flash of flesh. He stares at you for a long while with an awkward pause. Making you start to wonder if you pushed it too far. You want to seduce him, but maybe you are barking up the wrong tree. Grateful for all the times he's helped you. He's handsome, his quirk makes you wet, and he is a gentleman, you decided you wanted him.

"Let me show you a trick," he says. You're caught off guard and slow to respond. Not waiting for an answer, he removes his vest. He holds it up for you to see. "See that dot in the middle?" You lean in close. "No," You say. "It's there. Take a closer look." You lean in closer, your nose a few inches from the fabric, and see nothing.

"Stop right there; ready, One, Two Three." The vest drops and lips are firmly pressed to yours. Whimper with desire and surprise, his arm snakes around you to pull you into his lap. His mouth firmly sealed around yours, his tongue demanding entrance as he licks your lower lip. You eagerly give in to his demands. His tongue is caressing yours, dancing and mixing your sweet flavors. He pulls away with a moan, your lips seeking to follow. You don't want to stop. 'I don't need to breathe,' you think.

"You are so small and light; did you get legs or just buy stilts? You're too damn pretty, be my hands, and I'll be your legs. If you want this, you'll have to earn it." You smile. You get to touch all of him while stripping his clothes off. Your nimble fingers are making quick work of his buttons. Opening his shirt, you run your fingers over the groove of his pecks. He's watching you, smiling as you trail down to explore his six-pack. He's thin, cut, and it makes your mouth water. You run your palms back up, catching his shirt as you push it over his shoulders. Wrapping your arms around him, you help the shirt slide down, your nails sending tantalizing shivers up his spine.

"You're too good at this. A naughty tease," Compress says breathily in your ear. He leans in to kiss and lick your neck, trailing along with your pulse, making you gasp. He's sucking and marking you. "You did say I have to earn it." you moan. "Not that hard. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Come here, take all of your clothes. I need to see that body flush as I ravish you, writhing for me." You do as he says. Your lids are heavy with lust as you slowly pull off your clothes. He pulled off his boots, and all that remained were his pants. Which he leans back on his arm to show you his bulge straining and leaking against his jeans. You lick your lips at him as you remove the last piece of clothes. His eyes drag over every curve and scar.

"Fucking perfect," He exhales. "You have a dirty mouth when you are horny," you tease. You lean forward, unbuttoning his pants with your mouth and teeth. Losing his cock. His lovely thick girth springs free into your soft, waiting hands. You love how he slightly curves up. He gasps as you stroke his length up and down, watching pearly beads of pre-cum cascade down and over your fingers. You use your skilled hands. You slick his entire cock; you stick out your tongue to get a small taste of his tip. He stops you.

"I want to feel on the inside. I want to cum deep in you and feel how wet you get." His dirty words making you drool. Tossing his pants aside, on his knees and beckons you to wrap your arms around his neck. Taking a moment to admire very curve he's kept hidden from everyone but you. Lacing your fingers behind his neck, his arm bracing your back, he lifts your wet pussy to his cock. Rubbing his warm slick head Between your moist folds, threatening to enter any second. His muscular thighs are doing most of the work. He's pushing past to enter you when you stop him.

"Wait, what about a condom." You don't want him regretting this later. You want to do this more than once. "How do you feel about kids?" He asks. You think he's joking, but he's dead serious. Throwing you entirely off guard. You don't want to give him the wrong answer, but the fact is there is no wrong answer. So, you tell him the truth.

"I love them. Always wanted to be a mommy. Pro-hero work made it hard to meet anyone or have time." He smiles and kisses you. He nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear.

"Good, problem solved. Your mine. I want you. You know what I don't, and I know what you don't, together we complete each other. Shigaraki told me to take care of you. I have and always will. Our kids will be legendary thieves carrying on the legacy. Are you mine?" His words made your heart pound against your chest like a fluttering bird in a cage. You want him.

"Yes," You breathe. He aggressively pushes past your entrance and slides achingly into your slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. He's holding and pumping up into you with delicious even rhythm. Your both groan in unison as you grind against him. He's watching your tits bounce. Your nipples hardening and your lips red. A heat is spreading over your body as he thrusts into your core. He's so deep in you each thrust makes you gasp for air. His girth sliding along your silky walls hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. It's pure euphoria as you moan in unison. Bouncing up and down he watches your tits jiggle and dance for him. Helping to impale yourself on him and grinding while he pants nasty words to you. "I'm going to ruin that slobbering pussy. I won't have to worry about some other man because you're going to be shaped to me. For me. MMMmmmmm, look at those prefect tits. I'm going to suck on them daily along with your clit."

A hot knot is quickly building in your center. His pace is picking up, and you greedily want his cum. The warmth in your gut tightening painfully until you scream his name. Pulsing and milking his hard cock as he grits his teeth. Pushing and gliding himself against your slick, tight, juicy walls. He follows you with a throaty growl. Looking into your eyes as he spasms and trembles. You clutch at him with your entire being, feeling his warmth spread in you. He presses you tight to him. His kiss is making you breathless and your eyes roll in the back of your head. Both of you collapse, sweating and gasping. You feel his hot seed leaking from you on his jacket. Looking you in the eyes, watching your reaction, as he plays with your twitching sex. Using his digits to push it back into you, pleased with himself.

"I love you," he whispers. It makes you shudder and tighten around his fingers. "I love you." You say back.

He thumbs your clit, and you jerk, giggling at how lewd he is. He's fingering you, and you think this is backward. Seeing your curious look and he smiles wider. "Just making sure I make our legacy." As he shoves his cum back in. "Speaking of which, reach into my chest and think of the warrior sphinx." Wiping his fingers on the mattress first, he pushes your thighs closed, then does as he's told.

The void in your chest opens for him, he pulls out the statue, laughing in delight.

He kisses you, sets the statue aside, and goes back to his original task.

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