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whetstonefires · 1 year

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One thing I don't think I've ever seen talked about is how post-apocalypse ideation is largely about homelessness.

Homelessness looms large in the American consciousness. Like, not that it's irrelevant elsewhere, but it's got a particular cultural place in the US that's reflected in Hollywood, and therefore relevant because what makes it into film and TV sets the terms of so many conversations.

We don't acknowledge it if we can help it, but I think most people know they're never more than a few very bad months from winding up there.

Even people who are sure it only happens to people who deserve it, who fuck up and put one foot in the morass of their own foolish volition. Even they know the quicksand is there, waiting to be walked into, and that the odds are stacked against ever climbing out on your own once you have. And that they, too, are capable of fucking up. Of trusting the wrong person. Of getting cancer incorrectly.

And those of us who know damn well we can't be sure we're safe even if we do everything right, we know it even better.

And in that sense it doesn't matter what the world would realistically look like after X kind of apocalypse, what people would do, how society would adapt. Because the anxiety that's being processed is about the reality that's in existence now.

About what if my world ends. And I lose access to the fruits of developed society, to clean clothes and new glasses and running water, to a safe place to sleep where I don't expect to be killed or robbed, or driven out by men with guns and dogs. To my home and work and family and everything I usually use to tell me who I am.

What if every man's hand is against me, and every meal is a small victory, and there's only my own dwindling strength between me and the long night?

Will I make it? Will I hold up under the strain? Will I retain my dignity? Will I be lucky? Will I be able to protect the people I love, in that world, the world where no one is protecting us anymore?

Is there a way to continue to live as a human person, when you're denied the prerogatives of one, and don't know if you'll ever get them back?

Putting this anxiety into the context of a massive apocalypse divorces this scenario from the burden of shame tied up in the idea of winding up in that sort of situation in the normal course of events, by having society vanish rather than expel you, personally, as a washout, and continue on around you.

It also allows you to rule out a priori the question of what resources might be offered but can't in an anticipatory context be counted on; shelters and programs and housed friends and family who may or may not help. And narrow the narrative to only the question of what you can survive, and often a fairy tale about surviving all of it and starting over.

Rehearsing for a loss in a mythologized format is a very normal anxiety processing behavior, and I think a lot of apocalypse scenario building is attached to the buried dread of that personal apocalypse. But I haven't seen that one make the list.

#hoc est meum #homelessness #apocalypse #post-apocalypse fiction

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yandere-wishes · 2 months

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🌟Yandere!Superstar Who's the most sought-after man alive. He's renowned for his singing and the fastest up-and-coming actor of the century.

🌟Yandere!Superstar Who's drawn to your innocence, your purity. A precious little star trapped in an endless ebony night. You shine so brightly as you sip on your Coca-Cola at the diner. Laughing away with your girlfriends. How simple and idle your life is, you have no need to keep up appearances or overdose yourself to keep sane. You're just so sweet, wrapped in a frilly pink blanket of simplicity.

He envies you, truly he does...

🌟Yandere!Superstar who asks you out on a date in front of everyone. Who serenades you with one of his love songs, daring anyone to object. Takes you to the movies for your first date. Rambling excitedly about the new superhero flick that's just come out. He's all so pleasantly shocked when he finds out you also like comic book heroes. How he wishes he was really Superman, able to whisk you away to a hidden sanctuary in the snow. You get milkshakes after and he thinks he might be high off your laughter.

🌟Yandere!Superstar Who asks your father for your hand in marriage. Practically begs him. He'll do anything to keep you by his side. Anything to make you his. For the first time in your life, you detect fear in your father's voice as he agrees.

🌟Yandere!Superstar Who leaves you in his big mansion. Providing you with every luxury you could ever hope for. He even buys you a little furred companion to keep you company. He's off shooting a new movie and calls you every chance he gets. Your phone calls last for hours gossiping about his costars and the tyrannical new director.

🌟Yandere!Superstar who forbids you from going anywhere. Why would you ever want to leave the estate? From the swimming pool to the large exotic garden. There's literally no reason for you to ever step outside. Plus he needs you to be there when he calls, give him your full attention even when he's not physically present.

🌟Yandere!Superstar who has his whole staff looking after you. Anything you crave it's served to you, and anything you want it's in your hands within the hour. He makes sure everyone treats you with utmost respect, better than any fairytale princess. It's such a shame he doesn't realize how isolated you feel, how depressed and lonely you are. Or maybe he does. Maybe it's all a ploy to make you crave his touch, his kisses, him. He needs you broken and needy by the time he gets back.

🌟Yandere!Superstar who has morphed you into his perfect little doll. His darling pet. He dictates everything for you, from the makeup you wear to the color scheme of your outfits. Only the finest silks and jewels have the honor of gracing his baby's skin. Even your nightgowns are hand-picked by him. Don't you always want to look your best for your king?

🌟Yandere!Superstar, who starts taking you on the road with him when he's doing his tours. He can't stand having you so far away anymore. From now on, you'll always be by his side.

🌟Yandere! Superstar who kisses you between shows. Needing to feel your body under him, to build up the ecstasy to perform. Locking you away in hotel suites close enough for him to always have access to. You're his drug. The dose that keeps him going.

🌟Yandere!Superstar who's started keeping you in his trailer while he films. Making sure you know he's not cheating with any of his costars. Filling his trailer with things for you to do and making out with you every chance he gets between sets. He'll make sure you look your best for him. His babydoll. How could you ever think he'd be interested in anyone else?

🌟Yandere!Superstar who makes you straddle him or sit on his lap in every picture. He dresses you in the latest trends, while he wears his handmade suits. The world needs to know just who you belong to.

🌟Yandere! Superstar Who forces you to help him with every song he writes just so you know they're all about you. Only you. He needs you to feel his devotion in your bones. To realize every note he hits is just for you.

🌟Yandere! Superstar who will never ever let you go...

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teatreeoilll · 4 months

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|| Crush (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

Short one shot, in which Gojo finds out reader has a crush on him. TW: mentions of Alcohol and smoking

"I mean, if you had to choose one of them?" Your hands slipped further on the table, your palm grazing the wood while you fixed your gaze on Shoko's uninterested eyes.

"No," She said calmly.

"But if you really, really had to?" Her eyes darted across the room, her mind in dire need of a change in conversation topic.

"If I really - really, had to," She sighs, "I guess I'd pick Satoru."

Your heart dropped at the mention of his name. I knew it!

"But really," She continued, "I think he makes a horrible team with anyone, it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't do that, y'know? But those six-eyes are no joke, so if I had to, I guess -" Your confused expression stopped her from talking further.

"Shoko, I meant if you had to pick one to - uh, you know, "

All the confidence you mustered to bring up the topic in the first place had vanished, you slid back into the chair, watching Shoko's face shrink with disgust. "No."

The drink before you emptied quickly as silence took over the room, each time you wanted to say something you felt your throat tense as the drunk haze had begun to clear. Perhaps it really was a bad idea to talk about this.

"I have a feeling this isn't really about me, is it?" She reached to open another canned sake. "I would like to say that you can tell me anything, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want to hear this," She took a long sip, "But I'll play along. Who'd you choose?" She was far too familiar with your mannerisms, knowing you would never admit to it any other way.

For a few months now, she had been brushing off her suspicions as misinterpretations.

"I - I would, hm, maybe, Satoru?" Regret settled deeper in your throat, but you knew it was too late to make up some excuse to leave this conversation. "It's not like I'd do anything about it, you know?" Shoko's eyes widened as you spoke, she tried to utter a few protest words, her hands are signaling you to stop talking.

You felt your face turn red, "I mean, It's just a crush, nothing to be too flustered about, right? What do those last, like a few months at most? Just don't look at those beautiful blue eyes, and that snowy white hair… It'll go away on its own!" Aware that it's too late, Shoko had buried her face in her palms. That's it, the thought passed through your brain, She will never respect me again.

"It really is nothing to be flustered about. Quite understandable - really." A familiar voice came from behind, you could hear the grin in his tone. You desperately stared at Shoko, your eyes begging her to say anything - anything to rescue you from the embarrassment.

Shoko cleared her throat, "It is, very understandable! That you have a crush on this guy, who doesn't even attend Jujutsu High!" Ah, it could have been such a good save.

"Oh yes!" Gojo laughed, kneeling next to your chair with his hand placed firmly on your shoulder, "Such a shame, but it's not like you have to see his beautiful blue eyes and snowy white hair every day," He failed to hold back his laugh, "I'm sure it'll go away on its own."

You focused your eyes on the table - Twelve cans of sake, only seven open. Gojo's hand on your shoulder. Oh god. Ashtray, still smoking. Salty chip packets - 2,3 … no 4, one has fallen off the table. Gojo's hand makes its way to your lower back. How's Kyoto this time of year?

"There's nothing to be shy about." His whisper catches you off guard, his face so close to yours you were sure he could smell the alcohol coming off of each of your heavy breaths. You find the strength to stand up, your chair screeching on the floor. Gojo almost lost his balance.

"It's getting late, Shoko, thank you for the - actually, let's never drink again. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked the dark corridor, unable to focus on anything other keeping yourself balanced after so many drinks, keeping the thoughts on solving your predicament for a more sober time.

A hand brushed your wrist before gripping it tightly and pulling you in its direction. Even in the dark, you could see the blue of his eyes.

"Listen, I really meant what I said." You uttered, watching his smirk widen. "No smart comebacks now!" You felt your chest heat up, the shame had turned to anger. People have feelings, why does it have to be a joke? His hand loosened its grip on yours.

"We're not children anymore Satoru, It's a crush. It'll be gone just as fast as it came. You don't have to joke about it, just forget it."

Never in his life had he let you finish so many sentences without a snarky remark. You tried to read his face, but the shadows covered his expression.

"Say it again." You felt his body come closer to yours, his lips almost touching yours, you didn't notice yourself stumbling backward until the wood boards on the nearest wall had pressed to your back.

"Say what again?"

"Say you have a crush on me," His voice lower than usual.

Fine, if it's going to be a joke, I guess it's better to go with it. "I have a crush on you, Satoru Gojo." As you tried to rid yourself of your compromising position his hand grabbed the back of your neck, entangling itself in your hair. Tension forms at the pit of your stomach.

"I have the biggest crush on you, Sa-" you mustered the huskiest voice you could find, but he wouldn't let you finish, his tongue already trying to find its place in your mouth.

He freed his hand from your hair just to grab your legs, lifting them up to wrap around him, his fingers digging deep into your thighs. He pauses to catch a breath, his face resting in the crook of your neck, just to huff a few words;

"Well, aren't I lucky?"

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo X reader #gojo X you #gojo X y/n #gojo satoru #jjk x you #jjk gojo #gojo satoru X reader #satoru x reader

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marvelcvte · 10 months

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forbidden touch - steve rogers

*The above image is not intended to force the reader to identify with any of the people in it. Its purpose is to present the concept of the story.*

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader theme: smut warnings: heavy smut (18+, minors dni), handjob (f receiving), oral job (f receiving), edging, praise kink word count: 1,2k summary: you have a crush on steve and he hears you. a/n: hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated (:

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The feeling of the much needed rest finally assails you as you get comfortable in your bed. The silk sheet embrace you just as perfectly as it always does.

Working out with Steve Rogers is something that you never thought of doing before, but as soon as you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, that was the first thing they made you do. And apparently they wouldn't let you on a mission without having completed all the sessions.

You weren't complaining at first, since you had a crush on Captain America since the attack of New York. You didn't know him personally yet and you dreamed about him everyday. But after many, many work out sessions you started to hate him.

Not an enemy-like hate, I mean, you don't want him dead. It's more like you-make-me-horny hate. He is so bossy and demanding, and the fact that he turns you on makes you sick.

Of course, seeing him shirtless for four hours straight wasn't helping either. The hand-to-hand combats are the worst. Seeing him so close to you and smelling those nose-filling pheromones and testosterone is why you ended each session horny.

Today is no different. As your head meets the pillow, the only thing you can think about is him. You still imagine those sweaty pecs bouncing every time he jumped, or his arm flexing every time he took a break and drank from his water bottle.

At those thoughts, you find yourself sliding your hand towards your throbbing core. You are not wearing much, just a pair of panties and a sport bra, and this facilitates your eager hands.

Your fingers run on the fabric of your underwear and your legs begin to shake just at the clothed touch. Not so much time passes, that your hand is in your bare, wet folds.

The index finger finds the little button that gives access to your orgasms and it starts to give it round caresses. All your blood rushes between your legs as you speed up the movement. Your lips are parted, but you don't dare make a sound, at the risk of being heard by someone.

As soon as you pick a good rhythm, muffled words exit your mouth. You can't control your vocal cords anymore, since less and less silent moans flood the room.

For this reason, you can't hear the squeaking of the door and the panting of the person resting on the doorjamb. Steve had heard you and he quietly opened the door to see. He is prying on you even though he knew you wouldn't be happy about it.

But something makes him loose his mind and fully enter the room. As soon as he hears you repeat his rank more and more, he decides to get close to you and touch your thigh, without taking his eyes off what you're doing.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" you hear him say as soon as you open your eyes, frightened. The first thing you do is sitting down and covering your shame with the blanket.

"Steve... I mean, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here? You scared me," you stutter. Your blood rush from your core to your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention," he replies, staring directly at your face. "Please, continue what you were doing," he adds at the end.

"What?" the word leaves your mouth too quickly.

"You heard me. Do it, or I'll do it."

His demanding voice enters your ears and then that part of your brain that makes you obey, too clouded by excitement and shame. Your hand returns between your legs and starts moving as fast as before.

You muffle your moans directly down your throat and you close your eyes so as not to look at the Captain. But this is not what he wanted and that's why he wraps his hand around your neck, making your eyes meet his.

Your lips are parted again, this time letting your cries being heard. "That's more like it," he says.

"Now, tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" he asks again. You whine in response, but he growls at you. "Use your words."

And that's what you do. You moan a breathless "yes". The tremor of your thighs increases more and more every time your hand collides with your clit. Tears of excitement form in your eyes and they are fighting to not roll down your cheeks.

"Let me see," Steve says in a very rough voice that should be illegal. With a big gesture, he takes off your blanket, admiring all your lust.

Without further ado, he sits in front of you and his hand takes the place of yours. The wetness of your flesh slips between his fingers as he opens your folds. In a jiffy, his head is between your thighs, testing your flavor.

Your head, instead, is brought back again on your pillow. The room is spinning as the man under you is licking the fuck out of you. His tongue is quick and experienced, as if he had already done what he is doing a thousand times more.

He englobes your clit between his lips, all while his arm is resting on your stomach, holding you still. Your hand travels down your body, into his hair. At this touch, his eyes light up and he stops the pleasure.

You stare down at him with a questioning look. But as soon as he moves away, his fingers enters you without warning. They curl up inside of you, touching every right spot.

"That's what were you dreaming about, uh? You waited for this for so long, didn't you?" he asks you, staring at you, while you can't even utter a word. His movement are fast and your wetness is his natural lube. They come in and out with ease.

Your moans fill the room, and for Steve they're music to his ears. "What's my name, princess?" he asks you.

His fingers speed up, spurring you to answer. His other hand returns on you neck, making your faces too much close. You can feel his breath fanning your open mouth.

"Steve," you finally answer.

"Again," he says.

You repeat it again and again and with every word Steve's fingers increase in speed. From two fingers, to three, until there are four.

Your little hole is stretching around his hand and he can feel your walls clenching as you're near your high.

"I'm close," you warn him, hugging his arm still resting on your neck. In hearing these words, the Captain stops. You give him a nasty look, but he smiles and sits not so far from you.

At the lack of contact your body trembles. "Go ahead and finish what you started," the same commanding voice that you hear in those training session is now used to make you come.

He watches you as your hand is back again on your clit. "Yes, just like that, good job."

It looks like you're back in the gym, but you're sweating for something else. It takes little for you to pour yourself on the bed. You feel relieved and invigorated after an exhausting evening that never seemed to end.

As you open your eyes, coming down from your high, you find Steve still watching you.

"You did great. Next time, keep your voice down if you don't want me to hear you. Or don't."

#marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #steve rogers #captain amerca #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #captain america x fem!reader #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america smut #captain america fluff #captain america angst

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st-danger · 3 months

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Saint you've cursed (blessed?) me with an interest in piss that didn't happen before I read your work

Aeon's face feels too hot. Not a warm blush, but a prickling kind of heat, needling. He looks at Swiss with big, pleading eyes, shifts restlessly in his lap, fingers worrying the fabric of his shirt right at the collar, picking at it. He feels how hot Swiss is underneath him, the press of it against his ass unmistakable and obscene.

"I don't think I can," he mumbles. Swiss looks unbothered, the hand on his waist and the one on his bare, knobby knee rubbing reassuring circles.

"Sure you can," he says easily, and though Aeon may still be wearing boxers, he feels naked regardless, under the watchful gold eyes.

There's no way he can relax. He has no idea why; Swiss has never led him astray so far. Now, that's not to say he hasn't led him down some very strange paths, but he's never taken him somewhere bad. He has no reason to feel shy about this, he knows, no reason at all to feel any modicum of shame, but does he ever. Small. That's how he feels, if he had to sum it up. Something inherently private about this that makes him want to curl into himself even as the darker part of his brain lights up pleasantly at the idea of showing him this. He wants to. That's what makes the hesitation so much stranger for him. The idea is thrilling, but the same nerves that tingle with anticipation do so with a sprinkling of shame.

Swiss pulls him in a little closer, adjusting his position on the bed, and leaning Aeon closer to him, so he can nuzzle into Aeon's neck.

"You're cute like this," he says, the hot breath in combination of the hand tracing against his spine sending a shiver through him. "You don't get shy about much anymore." That's true; Aeon never had much to begin with. He's not Dew, he's not necessarily in love with feeling bad about things the way he is. He's certainly not had any qualms about going for what he's wanted in his human body, and Swiss seems to have made it his personal mission to fuck any nervousness out of him from the day he stepped out of the flames and into the abbey.

Aeon reminds him of this, and Swiss hums.

"I think I've done a good job," he says, and the hand on his knee slides up, a bit, fingertips stroking ticklishly on his thigh. "But you're also just filthy, aren't you." Not a question, a statement. Aeon feels the smile against this neck, followed by a press of lips that he tilts his head back for. Easier access. He can't stop fiddling with the shirt. "That cock gets hard for anything, doesn't it?"

Well, if Swiss continues, it's entirely possible that he's going to be too hard to give him what he wants. He takes a deep breath, lets his eyes fall closed while Swiss lays a series of wet, open mouthed kisses on his neck before sucking- lighter than he wants, a delicious tease that makes his lips part.

"Tell me why it's gonna get hard for this," Aeon says with a lazy smile. Swiss can be very, very convincing. "Help me relax." Again, a hum and then he jumps with the fingertips move from his thigh to his belly, to below his navel. Stroking.

Tickling.

His abs jump under the touch, but Swiss doesn't go any further than that. Nothing harder. Just enough to make the muscles twitch.

"Fabric's gonna cling to you when it's wet," Swiss murmurs. "Gonna show every inch of you. Bet you didn't think you could feel more exposed wearing clothes, huh? Once you show me this, there's no going back." Aeon's stomach flips pleasurably. He's going to keep his eyes shut for now, no question. "You'll have shown me so much and neither one of us are going to forget that, are we?"

"Probably not," he admits, and can't help the little whine that bubbles out before he can stop it when Swiss begins kneading right over his achy bladder.

"Nah, we won't. Won't forget the feel of it either, all warm. Running down your legs. Onto me." Underneath him he feels Swiss twitch. "You wanna be nasty. You wanna make a mess. I know you; you do so well playing cute and coy with the others, but I know you. You can't lie to me." Harder pressing and Aeon tenses, bites his lip with a worried frown. Swiss sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth and scrapes it with his teeth, sending a jolt down his spine. "It's sore, isn't it? Getting there at least. What a nice relief it's gonna be."

"Why don't you think it's gross?" he asks, shifting restlessly with every rub of Swiss's hand, harder and harder now to squeeze and hold it in. His legs aren't crossed. It's a much more difficult task without that extra help, and Swiss is nothing if not determined.

"Get us all wet and messy, sweetheart," Swiss cajoles, sucking on his neck again. "Show me. Let me see how relieved you are after. Go on and be dirty." The tone- Aeon can't help it, something in the sugary-sweet dark voice makes him crumble. Not like- well, honestly, not like he wasn't going to do it, but. You know. It's convincing. "Wet yourself and then I'm going to make you cum. I bet you'll be chubby before you even finish."

"You think?" Aeon breathes, and feels the first few drops blurt out. Can't help it now, not with the way Swiss presses and rubs. He tries to hold back, toes curling, hands grabbing and pulling at the collar of Swiss's shirt, but it's a lost cause.

"Let's find out," Swiss says, and cups his cock in a large, warm hand as Aeon flushes, wickedly feverish, sickly delighted as he begins to dribble.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons

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astermath · 8 months

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uhhhh for daydreaming <3

[ NIPPLE ] * your muse licks my muses’ nipples.

— @inkluvs / ivy

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 0.6K

tags: what the request says lol, thigh grinding, steve being a reassuring sweetheart, some body worship

Steve's kisses leave tingles wherever they meet your skin, soft grunts and words of appreciation being elicited from him whenever they part from your neck.

You were supposed to go out, but you'd been feeling so icky about yourself. The dress you were so excited to wear suddenly didn't look all that nice on you anymore, your hair wasn't cooperating, your makeup didn't look right. Everything was just... Off. So much so that you told Steve you didn't even want to go anymore.

He knew that wasn't true. You'd been raving about this party for days now, and he wasn't going to let your insecurities stop you from going. So, he did what he does best; worship you until you feel better.

You're sprawled out onto the bed, dress pulled down your chest and shuffled up your thighs to give him better access to your skin. He's hunched over you, leaving little love bites all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones.

"So pretty, you're so fuckin' pretty baby... 'M never gonna let you talk about yourself like that." He hates when you talk down on yourself, even though he knows you can't help it.

"Steeeeve..." His name comes out in a long whine, thighs squirming as his frame keeps them spread for him, the fabric of his jeans creating the perfect bit of friction for you to get off on.

"I mean it doll, I won't stop until all you can think about is how much I appreciate you..." He comes up to press a soft kiss to your lips. It's gentle, but assertive. He'll make you love yourself, even if it takes him getting you all stupid on his fingers and tongue, he wants those bad thoughts out.

"And you look so pretty in this dress too, fuck... S'a shame I was bound to take it off you sooner or later, hm?" His fingers trail over the lace on the edge of your bra. "Want me to take this off? Give these pretty tits some lovin' too?"

"Please..." You manage to get out, his thigh between your legs almost being enough to send you over the edge entirely. Steve had this way of consuming all your senses when he was with you like this. Even if you tried, you couldn't possibly think of anything else but your boyfriend.

He obliges, big hands sneaking behind your back, unclasping the last piece of cloth coming between your chest and his eager lips. It slides off your body so easily, discarded onto the wooden floor next to your shared bed.

"God..." He takes a moment to take in the sight of you, hand coming up to cup one of your breasts. "You're somethin' else, doll... You're somethin' special." He leans in, pressing a kiss between the valley of your tits, looking up at you with a loving gaze.

You feel a shiver go through your entire body at the sight of him like this. You know he loved looking at you when making you feel good. And you loved seeing him just as much.

He opens his mouth, tongue dragging from the underside of one of your tits, up to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick or two before closing his mouth around your nipple.

Your back arches off the mattress, hand gripping the pillow behind your neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips that only spurs him on further.

"Hm? You like that honey?" He asks, as if he can't tell.

"Yeah, keep... Keep doing that." You shift your hips, continuing to grind over his thigh. He nudges it further into you, making you gasp and clench over him.

"As you wish." He grins, going down to give the same attention to your other nipple.

Yeah, you've long forgotten about that party. Now you have better plans.

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colemorrison · 3 months

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Okay look, I’m not crazy… Well I mean I am a little but it’s fine… Here’s some yandere overwatch..

This will include blood, possessive behavior, blah blah.. Mauga, Ashe, Junkrat, Sombra, Sigma and Ramattra are included.

Mauga :

He was always this over protective right? He threatened anyone who looked at his friends right?

"Where ya going? You're supposed to stay with me remember? Who will protect you and keep you safe if you're not with me?"

The look in Mauga's eyes was slightly scary, desperation pooled in them, he needed you after all. What would he do without you? He'd simply pass away.

"No, no.. You can't go see them. Stay with me, don't you wanna be safe? Darling, I don't want to have to tell you again."

His touches were rough, almost too rough, like he was worried someone would steal you.

"Can't have anyone taking you away from me, mine... All mine."

Ashe :

"Awh how cute, you think you have a chance with them? Oh no, they're mine.. Lay a finger on them and I swear I will show you what hell is."

Her fingers danced over your shoulders, displaying how only she could touch you, touch your body. Ashe was practically dangling you in front of them, showing exactly how much power she had over you.

"Aren't they just adorable? Such a sweet sight, look all you want. But I'm not keen on sharin'."

It happened so fast, painted nails digging into your throat, a shot firing straight past you toward the man, blood splattering across your face and Ashe's.

"No one gets to see my pretty little thing and live. Now.. Each time you think about going toward someone else, speaking to someone else, anything with someone who isn't me, I want you to remember this moment."

Junkrat :

"I'll kill em! They can't have you, you belong to me remember? I will make sure none of them even look at you."

His fingers gripped your skin, he couldn't let you go, his body wouldn't let him, what if you ran away? He can't possibly live without you, you're his favourite person, he needs you.

"Maybe I'll make you a nice little place and keep you here, that way you can never ever leave me. Would you like that? I would, I would love to wake up to you every morning."

Jamie's metallic hand drew hearts all over your back, obsessive traced hearts decorating your skin because of how hard he pressed.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine."

Sombra :

She had access to everything possible, she knew every little thing about you, that thing you wanted to hide and completely forget? Oh.. Olivia knows.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

"My birthday? I didn't tell you my birthday."

"You didn't have to, I know everything about you."

Her tone was playful but you could tell she was serious, the way her finger nails traced over the veins in your wrist showed you that..

"You have no idea mi amor, you are everything to me.."

Sigma :

Yes you knew he was insane but this..? Paper's scattered across his room, photos of you, photo's you didn't take. Your name written repeatedly over the walls, it was his own little sanctuary of you.

"See? I love you. No one else loves like I do."

His eyes were full of obsessiveness, insane cackles leaving his throat as he pinned up more photos of you. He needed to be surrounded by you at all times, he would go absolutely insane without it.

"It would be such a shame if this went poorly. I do not wish to kill you and then myself just so no one can have you."

Ramattra :

He took care of you but you weren't allowed to speak to anyone, absolutely no one. If you needed something you ask him, if you need help you ask him. He's learned how to do anything you might need, that way you'll never ever need anyone else.

"What is it? Oh you're hair is tangled? Well let me help you."

Ramattra moved you to sit on his lap, a brush softly going through your hair while his other hand held you by the throat.

"I need you to be still, you can handle this right?"

He chuckled at the small nod you gave.

"Ah.. My wonderful little pet human. No one else even knows you exist anymore, you really do belong to me."

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Now... I've never written something like this so enjoy, also I wrote this with the help of @bruhhhh-huhhhhh. So he deserves some credit too.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 #mauga #maugaloa malosi #elizabeth caledonia ashe #jamison fawkes #junkrat #sombra #olivia colomar #sigma #siebren de kuiper #ramattra

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intheholler · 7 months

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i’m not from appalachia but i am from the south and the accent is definitely dieing (i am fucking determined to bring back this spelling) … rarely ever hear a young person with a heavy twang anymore, a light one sometimes yea. so sad its perceived as negative … nearly every time you see someone portray a dumb person in a joke they take on this stereotypical accent and its quite harmful really and they don’t even know … anyway sorry for coming in yer inbox and rambling but i’m interested in hearing what ya have to say about it

1) 2024 will officially be the year we bring back 'dieing' for good. god willing and the creek don't rise

2) 'what i have to say about it?' hahah *gestures broadly toward this ramblin blog*

no but in all seriousness, i believe the reason you don't hear that molasses-thick twang anymore is because young people in appalachia have better access to the outside world from an incredibly young age in a way we didn't even a few decades ago. used to be it required heading down the mountain to see what's what, and most can't afford that til they're older, if even then.

so now, we are taught younger and younger as impressionable babies to be ashamed of ourselves and by extension our accents, either from embarrassment of the stereotypes of where we're from, or because we're afraid people are gonna think we're "stupid" and not take us seriously.

without ever having to leave home, kids now can peer over the mountain sooner and see how people mock them and their accents. it doesn't cost any money to get online and see everyone calling you an inbred toothless hillbilly, to start feeling shame for something you didn't even know was being ridiculed--you--and work from them on to suppress your accent.

i was eight or nine the first time it was made known to me that people outside of home thought the way i talked made me "sound stupid" and i found out in person by a well-meaning family member. literally that same day i started trying to "talk normal" from then on out. i'm a young millennial, so internet was available to me but not in the way it is now. i can't imagine how it is for kids today.

i had a THICK accent as a kid. now, you can barely hear it even though i'm actively and consciously trying to relax the code switching muscle now that i am loving these parts of me again.

to your second point, i once saw someone say something (much more eloquently, and it's been years, so) along the lines of "tell a joke about someone you think is 'stupid'. do it aloud. what accent did you default to when you mocked them? now ask yourself why you did that."

only, no one wants to ask themselves that question. and so here we are.

i believe that that shame and mockery we have been wrongly saddled with from childhood is likely one of the biggest contributing factors as to why you hear a good strong accent less and less. and it fucking sucks.

3) come 'ramble' anytime!! love talking to yall and hearing your thoughts

#asks #appalachian dialect

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semiweirdshipper · 1 year

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Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

...

Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

#dead by daylight #resident evil #slashers #friday the 13th #fanfiction #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #herman carter x reader #albert wesker x reader #killers x reader #reader insert #I needed this #I love you Jeffrey

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kahvijahuumoritaallaonmustaa · 4 months

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Disclaimer: (just to be sure) Next Käärijä song being collaboration with Erika Vikman is not 100% confirmed. But as the signs are signing and stars seem to be aligning, I’m going to roll with it. I mean I have read (and written) academic studies with less convincing proofs than I’ve seen/heard of this collab now.

I know Erika Vikman will be somewhat divisive collab partner, but I have to say I just love this so much! _For me_ Erika is the perfect _female_ collab partner for Käärijä. I will out myself as an Erika Vikman fangirl but so be it. This will probably be long ass post of me rambling about Käärijä and Erika so I will hide the rest under keep reading

One of the things I love about Käärijä is that he is so very him. He’s not pretending to be anything less or anything more. He is and does what he wants to be and do and he does it so unapologetically but still kind of humbly. Erika is also unapologetically herself. She has jokingly described her artist persona as a “bimbo singing about sex”. She has said that she has had to learn to get rid of feeling shame and she wants to encourage her listener to forget/grow out of their own feelings of shame too.

I love how neither Käärijä or Erika are afraid of being sexy or using some sensual themes on their performances. And I can’t wait to see how they will fuel or balance each other.

Thing I love most about Käärijäs lyrics is his use of Finnish language and his word and pop/sport culture references. Of course, not all his songs are lyrical masterpieces, but he really has his way of words. I’m sucker for word plays, clever use of Finnish language and smart/surprising metaphors and Erika Vikman songs really deliver all of these. Her songs have so much depth in words and so many amazing metaphors. As most of you who might still be reading this are familiar with K songs, I won’t be quoting them but I will be quoting some of my favorite Erika Vikman lines.

I love the self-irony in this line in her song Pyhä Erika (Saint Erika): ”Ei musta maalata ikoneita eikä kirkkojen kattoihin freskoja. Ei mua saarnoissa siteerata, mutta luepahan baarien vessoja. (~ No icons or frescoes on church roofs will be painted of me. I'm not quoted in the sermons, but go ahead and read the walls on bar toilets.)”

These lines in Cicciolina about the double standards and gender perception are gold: “Kun löytyy valuuttaa paidan alta, mull' on tilanteessa aina valta. Katseet ja kommentoijat kauhistelee: ‘Ei noin!’. Miehenä olisin jo kadehdittu playboy (~ As I got the means/currency under my shirt, I have the power in every situation. Glances and commentators are criticizing: ‘Not like that!’. If I was man, I’d be an envied playboy)”

And these lines in Cicciolina will always be one of my favorites: “Kaunista on olla vapaa sekä rietas. Liian moni tääl on itselleenkin vieras (~It's beautiful to be free and salacious/wild. Too many people here are strangers even to themselves)”

Poetry, still from Cicciolina: “Nautinnon puolesta päähän nostan seppeleen ja halutessani meet mun eessä polvilleen (~ In behalf of pleasure, I‘ll put a wreath on the head and if I want, you’ll kneel in front of me.)”

Syntisten pöytä (Sinners table) is at the moment one of my favorite songs “lyricswise”: “When you are tired of pretending anything anymore. When you can't keep your mouth shut. Come to us, the table is already set. Here no-one has to be afraid of the apocalypse. And the eyes will quickly adjust to the darkness. Even before have people been hiding here from the prying eyes…”

Aikuisten rannekkeet (Adult wristbands/tickets) has hit really hard for me. This is not the post where I’ll open about how I interpret the song but it really is a great great song full of clever amusement park metaphors like “Why should one queue for hours for a roller coaster, if your own turn will never really come. / A funfair would be open for us and we'd have access to all of the rides. Why the hardest rides remain only as dreams with us. A funfair would be open for us and we’d have adult wristbands. Whenever I suggest something wild you completely freeze up.”

I’m so excited about their collab. My hopes are high (maybe too high).

And another disclaimer...lyric translations are mine and someone else might use some other words (her songs are hard to translate while trying to keep the meaning of the words same)

#erika vikman #käärijä #my ramblings hidden behind keep reading

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blythebewitched · 2 months

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Dogday Headcanons:

These headcanons are parts of my AUs in my Discord Server.There are ships. No human kids or Canon Game Lore are associated.

Tales From The Playcare AU:

Dogday is the original leader of the smiling critters. He was replaced as leader by Catnap when The Prototype took control. He's been reduced to Catnap's assistant and toy.

When he was made, he was intended to be an "angel" that runs security and oversees The Playcare. He was given the Sun Pendant and a wing suit to have access certain parts of the building. Only the leader has these privileges.

This good boy has the sunniest disposition and first impression, however, his job was never easy. He secretly suffers from VERY LOW self esteem. He has depression, ptsd and struggles to see himself as a good leader. Ever since Catnap took over, he's seen himself as nothing more than a failure. Leadership is a curse to him.

Catnap was his best friend before the Prototype influenced him. Dogday knows its still his buddy, but he changed so much, he thinks his best friend is dead and gone.

Despite this, the closest person to him is Kickin. Every smiling critter has been manipulated to follow the prototype, but Kickin seems to hold onto the past just as much as Dogday.

He misses the relationships he had with the other critters. They all changed so much . . .

During the "bigger bodies" project, Dogdays wings were accidentally added to his skeletal structure. He can hide his wings in his back.

Don't tell anyone . . . But Cat wasn't the only critter to have special abilities. When DD was created, the humans gave him a wing suit for two reasons. To "glide" over the Playcare for security runs and to regulate his minor levitation/gravity abilities.

DD is actually too big now to "glide" or "fly" so he keeps his wings away. If he does pull them out, he can't flap his wings. The gravity ability got amplified accidentally . . . He can give you a heart attack by flapping his wings now.

Dogday has a personal hideaway in the Playcare. (The "sun" is a room above the Playcare). There's a LOT Cat and TSC don't know about DD.

DD has a Playcare staff. It doubles as both a weapon and walking stick.

Basic Headcanons:

Dogdays scent is Vanilla. (He loves the smell, but hates that it makes him seem so BASIC and unoriginal).

DD loves Cat very much . . . Even after everything.

Kickin has Lil Bro status with him.

DD plays acoustic guitar and taught Kickin electric guitar.

HE CAN SING. Like . . . Crazy good singing.

His entire outward personality is ADORABLE. He has the best smile, laugh, energy. Its a shame it covers up his worser parts so well.

He and Cat went from bffs to master/slave to doomed lovers.

He has a spacesuit from one of TSC Show episodes. He likes the helmet.

DD can light up. So can his pendant. This good boy is literally the sun. Bright mf.

DD destroyed every picture of himself from the past. EVERY PICTURE. He really doesn't like looking at himself anymore.

Dogday dances like a pro too! He's very talented.

Did I mention that he learns REALLY FAST. (Bubba once learned the HARD way to be careful what he does/says/acts/shows DD).

Dogday has ALOT of moments where he acts like an actual dog. Face licks, headpats, playing fetch, you name it. He'll get pouty if you call it out tho. He likes acting like a real dog and gets embarrassed when people laugh about it.

#my art #do not steal #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #headcanon #poppy playtime #the smiling critters #catnap #smiling critters

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most shameful ask of my life. i would love to hear your analysis of nagito komaeda. you don't have to actually rant about him but know that there's people interested in hearing that

So, I do have an entire google document of my feelings about Nagito I wrote a few years ago, I never edited it, so maybe my feelings have changed, but I'm too lazy to research and think about it again. I made this because I feel like Nagito is never understood by the fandom, and most people just think hes a selfish asshole or completely hypocritical. Just a warning: this is 2k+ words long, and I will not provide screenshots of what i'm referencing ( Because again, i wrote this ramble years ago and am not in the fandom much anymore, so i can't be assed to do it). Anyways, have fun reading! (MAJOR SPOILERS)

NAGITO KOMAEDA, CONTROLLER OF SITUATIONS

Nagito consistently encourages the ultimates around him to create hope and talks about how useless he is but then acts like he is a crucial part to make hope. In the 5th trial, he attempts to kill everyone because he feels like he's the only person there who could create hope.. which in a way is technically true and I will talk about why later, and to many people this can be written off at a one time thing. ... but it keeps happening. As Servant, he manipulates the situation continuously and manipulates the kids into thinking he will be a help just so hope can get created, and he promises to make Monaca even worse than Junko just for hope. Even through his life as a student, he literally attempted to bomb the gymnasium because he didn't think a good hope could get created. He also tries to kill Junko to create hope because he feels like he can stop her. He takes control of every hope-creating situation that's accessible to him to the point that the people he's encouraging to create hope barely even have the option to be without him, which I don't even think he FULLY notices it's what he does. He brute forces his way into controlling every hope-making situation while saying it depends on everyone else.

I mean, I think even if he's full of hatred for himself, he tends to wish he wasn't, and these cravings of self importance leak through. I think he openly states this to Hajime. In his final message, he says " I should have never made fun of Hajime. Deep down, I always wanted to be a protagonist myself too. " Though lots of people took this as a final way to make fun of Hajime's yearning to be special, people tend to forget that even though Nagito can say very rude things, it is how he's communicating his feelings. His emotional communication often comes out in inappropriate ways, especially in a snarky attitude; and there's no doubt that Nagito sarcastically tormented Hajime in chapter 4, there's always some kind of truth hidden underneath his remarks and undoubtedly he's expressing his true feelings. So when speaking about how he wished he was a protagonist, It's not a complete "final kick" at Hajime.

Nagito is being sincere. He feels as though he wishes he felt like he's more important in his life, which is the hope and despair cycle. I mean, he literally asks them to call him the " Ultimate hope " right after ffs.

NAGITOS PERCIEVED ENDLESS LIFE CYCLE, AND CONNECTION TO HIS SELF ESTEEM

Though, I'm not done with that yet. I think that's only his feelings on how he wished he was like in his current time, struggling with his hope and despair cycle. Deeper down, He feels like he wished he didn't hate himself or overly love himself, and instead lived a normal life with no hope and despair cycle to bother him and full of people giving their love to him while he gives that love back.

We know this because of the anime episode dedicated to exploring his deepest desires and wants. World Destroyer AI tells him that he was on the deepest level of consciousness they went to, and everyone's deepest desires were higher up and they were already awake. Though I think this could be a reference to Nagito's sickly state of having cancer + dementia, I think it's more of a comment on how far he's pushed his truest desires down into himself.

Nagito crushed his OWN hopes, because he believes he's stuck the way he currently is. Supporting evidence would be both his monologues about hope among the common people, and also in the same episode he denies that what World destroyer AI saw in his consciousness is not what he wishes for at all, which is almost immediately confirmed to be a lie by AI. Backtracking on what I just said and expanding, we also see what Nagito's true desires are. He wants to have positive social connections with others, and he's tired of being by himself and not accepted for having out-there views. Even outside of this episode, this gets mentioned a LOT.. when Nagito gets the despair disease, and in his free time events. When he gets the despair disease Monokuma calls what he's having " liar disease " which though a very basic conclusion I dont think is completely accurate. Many of the things he says in his state weren't even lies, they were just outright gibberish that made no sense. I think it's a way of showing how Nagito feels when talking to people. No one has ever understood him his whole life, and it's extremely despairing to him. With his free time events, he admits that now that he's slowly dying he realized what he truly wants is someone's love. He quickly covers it up ( speculated it's because he saw Hajime started to empathize with him and wanted him not to, because anyone that gets close to him ends up having bad things happen to them due to his luck cycle ) and claims he just quoted a book.

Soo.. Why does Nagito hate himself? Why does he feel like no one likes him or no one should currently like him? His misfortune and traumatic past. Nagito's entire life, bad things happen to the ones he cares about, including himself. His dog died, his parents died, and he was kidnapped. He had absolutely no one. He says his mother never complimented him and the kidnapper realized he was useless so he threw him in a garbage bag. Everyone in his life saw him as useless growing up, and he feels like if someone did care about him, he'd cause them to die like the others. He can only fly on private jets because of this, because no one he's close to has a chance of dying on a plane like how his parents did.

WHAT HOPE AND DESPAIR MEANS IN DANGANRONPA

Okay now i wanna talk about Hope and despair in the Danganronpa universe and Nagito's relationship to it! So first of all we're going to have to define key descriptors of what hope and despair is in the danganronpa universe.

Hope: Absolute good, The future, the truth, talent, belief, and luck.

Despair: Absolute evil, Grief, hatred, anger, nihilism, unluck, also the truth, in some cases

Nagito's relationship with talent is actually very unique and directly linked to his view of true hope. Nagito believes people are born with their talents, you don't just develop them over time. I used to actually agree with him ( about talent within the danganronpa universe ) but Nagisa's backstory I think actually disproves this. Nagisa is the ultimate scholar, but that isn't because he's just naturally good. His father forced him to study almost 24 hours a day, lots of the time to study and see how much you can force such a child to study and excel until they break. This is not a natural development of talent at all, so talent is not something you're born with. I think he just thinks this because his talent is pretty supernatural with how it works and also a little self hatred over the fact he has a talent.

Nagitos talent is SO fucking weird. He's the 2nd ultimate luck we've gotten and his luck works in a way different way than how Makotos does. Nagito's luck happens in a cycle, meaning if he's lucky one time there will be something unlucky following it, with luck following after and so on. For example, when he was a child he went on a plane with his parents and someone hijacked the plane. That's unlucky. but then, a VERY asteroid conveniently showed up and hit their plane, killing the hijacker, which is pretty lucky. However, later his parents died because the asteroid sent them into a plane crash, which is unlucky. but AGAIN, he inherited tons of money because his parents were rich, which he considers to be pretty lucky.

Growing up, this cycle has led him into lots of traumatic situations, which made him more dependent on his good luck and hope. He constantly pieced luck + good together, with his personal experiences as reinforcements, which means luck and hope are together because hope is absolute good. This is a trauma response for Nagito, he's become so obsessed with hope that he will take any opportunity to try and create the most powerful hope everyone has ever seen. He thinks hope will save everyone, just like how it "saved" him every time he had a bad situation. He pretty much equates having bad luck to the common people , evident by his episode dedicated to himself. I don't really know why TBH with you. I just know he does by a bunch of examples in the games and episodes.

He has no control over his luck UNLESS he believes in it. Believing was how he pulled off most of the 5th trial and the final dead room. However, we know he does win games like rock paper scissors and tic tac toe every single time haha, even if he doesn't want to. He apologizes when he does. So the extent of control over his luck is believing in it. He has no control over his misfortune though, and it usually manifests in it hurting the people he loves sadly. So, it's safe to say Nagito's luck and misfortune cycle is linked to hope and despair . Believing in anything linked to hope makes it stronger as well.

Now here's where we get into Nagito's moral fucked up-ness. Nagito is extremely morally fucked, he will literally not hesitate to bomb a fucking school if it means stronger hope will arise. To him, hope is naturally stronger than despair, so any despair you create will be weaker than the hope that overcomes it. This is why he appears almost not brainwashed at all by Junko and has ulterior motives against everyone else when coming apart from the ultimate despair.

Nagito still LOVES hope, and hes willing to literally help with genocide because hes so convinced that an even more powerful hope will overcome it. He's never afraid to offer himself up to die for hope. He pretty much controls every room he's in and purposely makes it harder for everyone because he either 1. is testing to see how hopeful they all are and/or 2. making the situation more despairing for hopes sake.

Because he values talent so strongly, he thinks that since talented people are born that way, anyone who is not talented only purpose is to submit themselves as a target for despair so every ultimate can use it as a stepping stone for a bigger hope. To him, someone with no talent's natural level of hope in them is very small and weak compared to someone with talent. A group of common folks hope just will not suffice to create a future filled with absolute good. Though Nagito only considers his talent an actual talent depending on when he actually needs it. He thinks luck is pretty worthless, but when it's for hope, it's worth a lot. He never thinks that ultimate luck is as low as non-talented people on the ‘hope scale’ though.

I’d also like to add there’s like multiple ways you can achieve the label of ultimate hope. Makoto, who has ultimate luck defeated Junko who's the ultimate despair, so he's now considered the ultimate hope. In the dr universe the ultimate hope is like the highest rank of ultimate you could EVER be. Izuru Kamukura is also the ultimate hope, but this is because he has every single talent in existence and he's considered a godlike entity.

Random add on, Difference n samesies between Nagito and Hajime

I was just thinking of sames n differences between nagito n hajime n i just think its very interesting their like... characters are showcasing the same thing but different versions of it. they both know very well the harshness of the concept of talent in the danganronpa universe n find different ways to cope with it, yet they still fall under the same category of "losing yourself entirely" ... Hajime does this in a Very obvious way, since he literally signs himself up for a life altering surgery that he knew very well would completely get rid of himself. He knew he would disappear, but he did not like himself so much that he would rather have disappeared for talent. However, with Nagito, he does this in another way... he is absolutely obsessed with talent, but except for feeling bad about himself for not being " as talented” ( even though ultimate luck is arguably the most interesting talent in the whole franchise ) he accepts this. He accepts he is seen as worthless unlike Hajime, and he uses this to help bring more hope. he Tries to get people to kill him for hope ALL THE FUCKING TIME, until he eventually decides to do it himself when he finds out everyone is despair. he decides to become the savior for hope and talent. Hajime submits to talent and hope, while Nagito completely dominates the concept.

In conclusion, Nagito Komaeda is a character who hates the cycle he believes he’s been subjected to, but also thinks it is the most useful tool. He hates his life and wants a different one, but doesn’t think it is possible, so he attempts to find self-worth and satisfaction in something that is possible: helping to create hope for the future of humankind.

What if I said that Nagito's luck cycle isn't even real? In a way, because his belief is such a strong force to his luck's effectiveness, maybe the only reason this cycle hes in exists is because he believes its true. Maybe he could have a normal life if he believed in it, but his life long misfortune has cemented this outlook in his mind too much. This is why I think Makoto x Nagito is the healthiest choice for Nagito but that's a rant for another time. ;3

#nagito komaeda #askies

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More Than Mean 6

++Peter/Henry/001 x F!Reader++

(Peter puts you in your place after your most recent escape attempt. He let's you know just how hopeless it is to try to deny him anymore)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ NON CON MENTIONED (towards the very end) Language, manipulation, death, Peter is his own warning. Forced relationship, kidnapping, assault (broken bone, use of Peters powers.) Stockholm syndrome for the reader. A/N: This series is dark. Please only view if you are comfortable. I in no way condone the things written. Fiction is fiction and nothing more.

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🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

You were in a foul mood when you finally became lucid, becoming fully aware of your broken and chained state. You glared at Peter as he walked into your room, setting some water on the bedside table.

"What the fuck did you do to me Peter?" You scowled, scooting away from him as he took a seat next to you on the bed.

"Watch your mouth" Peter retorts, shooting you an angry look.

"Peter, you've broke BOTH of my legs.........you have me chained at the throat, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" You yell, fear taking over.

Peter harshly slaps you across the face before speaking, "I SAID, watch your mouth." You begin to sob, the cut on your face from previous assults splitting open once again, causing blood to trickle down your cheek.

Peter scoops you into his lap and gently cleans the blood away before holding you against his chest in a too tight hug. "I warned you, didn't I Bunny" he starts, "I told you what would happen to you if you disobeyed me, and you continue to do so over and over again..." he rocks you back and forth as you sob louder, soaking his white t-shirt in tears.

"Why can you just let me go Peter?" You sob, you are so broken, so scared, you aren't sure how much more of this you can take.

"I've already told you, you stupid little girl, YOU aren't going anywhere. You belong to me now, I took your body, and I will take your heart too. You'll see." Peter nearly whispers, lips pressed against your ear.

His words sting your skin, causing you to cry louder. Peter just holds you, giving you soft shushes and caressing your face. "You will stay chained like this, until can agree to stay with me. To be my wife, to birth my children, and to help cleanse this pitiful world from its own mediocrity."

"Or" Peter adds, gripping your cheeks, forcing you to look in his eyes before he continued, "I can leave you chained here forever, and STILL do all of those things." "Your choice litte Bun."

Your eyes were wide with shock and fear. *He's going to force me to be his wife......he's never gonna let me go* the thought swirled around in your head, making you dizzy.

"So, what's it going to be little girl, the easy way, or the fun way?" He snickered darkly, never breaking eye contact with you as he spoke.

"Th.... th.......the e....easy w...way P...Peter" you respond in shame, voice broken over your sobs.

He let go of your face and smirked, "Good girl" he praises, removing you from his lap to stand up. He reaches into his pocket for the collars key before leaning over you to access the back of your neck. He unlocks and removes the collar, tossing it aside before firmly grabbing your throat, forcing you to lay down on the bed.

"Listen to me very closely, if you step out of line ONE more time, you will never see the outside of this room again, I will lock that collar and destroy this key, do I make myself clear?" He asks sternly.

You are struggling to breath under Peters hold. You open your mouth to speak but can't get any words to come out. You nod up at Peter, eyes burning with tears again.

"Words little girl, use your fucking words" Peter snaps, bringing his other hand down for a hard slap across your already bleeding cheek.

You whimper in pain, "yes, yes Peter, I understand" you choke, eyesight becoming blurred.

"Thats what I thought little Bun, now be a good girl for me and strip" he demands, removing his hand from your throat.

You hesitate for a second, knowing whats coming next, and choke out a pitiful cry.

"Dont make me ask again, I'm not above breaking more bones little girl" he states.

He goes to work removing his pants as you remove your dress, blubbering and pleading with him while you do so.

Peter hovers over top of your naked, shaking body, "you are going to shut your mouth, and you are going to take it, you are my wife now, and it's time to start our family"

You let out a shriek as Peters hand came down hard on your face one more time, splattering blood between his fingers, droplets landing on the bedsheets. He grins wildly at the site, bringing his fingers up to his lips and licking them clean.

You continue to cry as he hovered over you, "cry all you want Bunny, you're so pretty like this" he says, before crashing his lips onto your trembling ones.

A/N: pt7? Its just gonna keep getting darker from here little Bunnies.

#fanfic #stranger things #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard #henry creel x reader #henry creel #001 fic #001 x reader #001 stranger things #vecna #vecnussy

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