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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Ooooooh Had A Thought >.>

Remember the Justice Lords? There are legit "Evil Who Think They Are Heros Just Doing What Must Be Done(tm)" versions of our beloved Bats. And? Depending on the timeline? Their Reign of terror/Authoritarian takeover? May have started amping up around that time Jason supposedly "pushed" somebody of a building.

Batman may have just... been okay with that. Never lost Jason.

But! Imagine if in this universe he was a BIT more paranoid. Made sure Dick didn't use his family's signature move. Nothing to connect the two. A secret kept secret.

Tim follows for a while but... well... things start getting... DANGEROUS.

No longer the Batman he was supposed to be. Tim stops. Batman has broken his heart. Robin, how could you? Etc.

The Bats go full Dark Timeline. No ones having fun. They try to "Bring Justice, Bring ORDER" to other worlds. Like they did their's.

Get a face full of Absolutely The Fuck Not with a side of Get Out Of Our Reality from the normal JLA. And?? Whoms't is that? There is an extra, BRILLIANT, Robin. Vicious and deadly. Brutal in a fight.

They don't have one.

Why do they not have one? Their realities should be nearly identical. This makes no...

Their Bruce grapples, they are being forced back. They have seconds. There! A lucky grab. Cowl ripped back.

Timothy Drake? They lose footing. Sucked back towards their own reality. The Kryptonian clone preventing them from taking Drake with them. And then it's over.

The others are raging. Cursing and stomping like children. But all they can think is... he? Was RIGHT NEXT DOOR.

And imagine it. You like in a tyranny. The newscasters hide fear behind frozen smiles. God like men and women overthrew everything, kill as they please and change the rules to suit them. It's IMPERATIVE no one suspects you EVER have been anything less then enthusiastically supportive. People disappear for less.

The world went mad before you were ever old enough to do anything about it.

And suddenly? Your creepy, reclusive neighbors, with too much power, somehow connected to The Powers That Be, are acting like they KNOW you. Not your family. YOU.

Acting really, REALLY friendly. Want to Be your friiiiend.

Showing up everywhere.

Your parents trips are suddenly being green lit. But there is an under tone of "don't come back". They are afraid. You are afraid.

Ha ha! Don't WORRY, says your neighbor, he'll look out for you!

You've never spoken.

His hand feels possesive on your shoulder. His children LOOM. Smiling and smiling all around you like beautiful sharks.

You don't understand.

It's like they all share a secret about you that you don't know. They keep poking and prodding, trying to get more and more of you. LEARN more and more about you.

And the lingering touches. So many lingering touches. You're so tense, so tired, you could shake to pieces.

There hasn't been an Ivy attack in YEARS, not since she was...

Yet somehow the buildings hit. JUST your rooms. You're not stupid. Can't breathe. Too hot! Their faces cooing masks of "concern". Oh noooo. They say. How could this HAPPEN? They hum.

Hands already patting and stroking. Scooping you up. And? Tim is not DUMB.

He squirms. Tries to hold on to coherent thought. But it's pointless. He's outnumbered.

And they aren't ANIMALS, they'd protest. They are so very, very sweet. So gentle. So loving. Help their Timmy finally relax and feel so, so good. Hands that guide him up and down. That hold him still while others move. Skin to kiss, a clever little mouth, ready to devour.

So warm. They are OBSESSED.

Just? Imagine getting turned into the Emotional Support Fuck Robin for the Evil Bit Think They're Heroes BatFam all because your ALTERNATE self was a bamf.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can just imagine the GuILT that would hit tim and the other universe when they look into the invading universe to both keep tabs and to make sure they can't come back because dealing with hostile universes is more of 'keep an eye on it' sort of situation. of course its not long before they find out what's happening.

no one but tim had seen the...oddness in the other bats' behavior towards him. tim notes it in his report about how he was unmasked by the other dick moments before they were forcibly sucked into their world and something about the intent look that had been shot at him...unnerved tim. having someone like dick grayson lock on you with that sort of intensity is never a good thing.

so tim is...worried. something in hus gut just turned at the lock the other dick grayson had given him. it wasn't hostile. not like how the other bats had been to their own counterparts. the other bats had been whopping them good. it wasn't until him, cass, steph, and barbara were called in that many of the plans the other bats set up dissolved. but unlike the others there hadn't been such a...lingering sense. the other batman had perked up and drifted their eyes to him when they learned that it had been tim's plan that resulted in the rescue of the other bats. there was something...appraising in that look but also something...hungry. like a starving, half-rabid coyote stumbling across an injured bunny.

it turned tim's stomach and so when the report of the other world comes in tim can't hold back the visceral reaction of what they were doing to their tim. their tim who had nothing to do with bats and who had lived a perfectly normal life with his parents until that bruce sent them away and threatened them with torture and death if they ever returned.

tim can't help him.

THEY. the justice league of his world can't help them. opening portals to other worlds blurs their lines, makes it easier for the influence of one to enter another. the monitoring is just so they can keep an eye on it which they construct whatever barriers they need to to keep their universe separate.

the justice league doesn't like going in to other universes and "saving" or liberating it. its too much of a gray area because then what's to stop them from going into EVERY universe that they find distasteful and doing the same? no. best to keep their noses to their own grindstone and let the universes of others be no matter how torturous it might be.

and so now tim is stuck...watching. and thinking about his cowl being pulled off his face in those final moments while starving eyes dug into him.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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seramilla · 26 days

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Clara had always been rather clingy to her older sister. Since birth, one of the only ways to get Clara to settle down was if Odette was near or holding her, and so after the incident where Odette had gotten gravely injured, that clinginess had amped up into separation anxiety. Ever since Odette had woken up from her anesthesia after her surgery, her younger sister was all over her, and she was practically in Odette’s lap by the time verosika and her posse were allowed into the room.

(Just a short snip it of what I think Clara would be like after her big sister nearly died, and what Clara was like as a baby too, bc baby Clara is an adorable concept!!

—anon who wrote the attempted murder angst request)

After the assassination attempt against Clara that had left Odette gravely injured, Belphegor keeps Odette in a medically induced coma for several days. Even when she’s passed the most dangerous milestone of her recovery, and Bel decides to let her try to wake up on her own, it’s just over a week in total until Odette finally opens her eyes.

The first thing Odette sees upon waking is her sister, Clara, asleep in the small hospital bed beside her. The younger woman is cuddled up to her as close as she can possibly be without actually lying on top of her. One of Odette’s hands is grasped tightly in hers, and when Odette has enough presence of mind to look over at her, she squeezes her sister’s hand, testing her own physical limits. Clara is startled awake at the sensation. When she sees golden irises staring back up at her, Clara gasps, taking Odette’s face into her hands, and smattering kisses all over cheeks and forehead.

“ ‘Dette! Oh, sis, you’re finally awake! Thank god!”

“Clar,” Odette responds weakly. Her voice is hoarse from lack of use, and also the tubes that had been down her throat for days. She reaches for her sister, but she’s still too weak to do much more than grasp at Clara’s shirt. She looks Clara up and down, as if assessing her younger sibling’s own condition, before asking. “Are you okay?”

Clara screeches. “ ‘Dette, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, you idiot! You almost died!”

Odette tries to sit up, but hisses when a sharp pain shoots through her shoulder, hip, and back. Clara carefully keeps her down on the bed with a hand; it doesn’t take much effort, because Odette is so weak. Odette tries sitting up again, but Clara gives a firm “No,” forbidding her to sit up, or even move.

“You have to lie still!” Clara explains. “You were hurt real bad. You need to rest.”

Ignoring her, Odette asks, looking worriedly around the room, “Where’s Mom?”

“She’s at home with Sera and Emily. Bel only let one of us in the room at a time, so we’ve been watching you in shifts.”

“And how long was your shift?” Odette questions, already suspecting she knows the answer.

“I’ve been here all day. Mom needed a break. She sat with you for days. Now it’s my turn.”

Odette smiles. Her little sister has always been attached to her hip. She guesses she shouldn’t expect her hospital bed to be any different. She wonders if Belphegor knows Clara had been in the bed with her. She probably wouldn’t have been able to keep her out of it, either way. Smiling, Odette looks up at Clara, with tears starting to fall down her face. The exhaustion and adrenaline from their ordeal is finally catching up with her.

“Thanks, Clar,” Odette says. “You’re the best sister anyone could ask for. I love you.”

That must have done something in Clara’s heart, because Clara is suddenly bawling, grasping desperately around Odette’s neck. Odette hisses in pain from being jostled around from the hug, but she hides it, so her sister doesn’t feel guilty. She’s gotten really good at that over the years.

“I love you, too, ‘Dette!” Clara sobs, covering her sister’s neck in snot and tears. She rubs it in, good and wet and sticky. “Please don’t ever do anything like that again! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you!

Odette is really crying now, too. Ugly, desperate tears. She and Clara just lie there, holding each other for a long time, like they used to when they were kids. When they were scared, or just needed to feel that closeness that only sisters truly know. Eventually they both fall asleep again, equally exhausted from the last week’s events, for different reasons. The sleep is well-deserved, all the same.

#hazbin hotel #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #ask #anon #fan theories #belphegor hazbin hotel #have some fluff with your angst #attempted murder angst au

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liliths-writings · 6 months

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Simon teaches you how to play guitar

You had been playing guitar for a few months now, but there are things you still need to learn. In a conversation with Simon, he mentioned that he plays guitar too, and you could stop by the guitar shop anytime. So, you decide to take him up on that offer. You walk into the guitar shop, walls adorned with breathtaking guitars. and say, “Hey, I was wondering if you’d still want to teach me some stuff about playing the guitar?” He looks up from his book. “Yeah, I’d love to. What do you want to learn?” you think for a moment, “I was wondering if you could teach me a Metallica song? I’m not sure which one would be easiest, so you pick.” he puts his book down, “How about Creeping Death?” you smile, “Yeah, sounds good! I love that song.” He smiles, it’s one of the rare times he has his mask off around you. Being an ex-military after all, it must make him feel more comfortable right?

You go get your sleek, black, electric guitar, your amp, the power cord and some guitar picks from your car. You sit down on a stool Simon usually sits on to practice playing guitar. He pulls up a fold-up chair, and sits down with his own V-shaped blood red guitar. “Okay, so you need to tune your guitar to Eb tuning. I could tune it for you, if you’d like?” You nod, “Yeah, that sounds good. I only know how to tune it with a tuner.” He smiles warmly, “Oh, that’s okay. It took me a couple years before I could do it by ear.” You smile, easily charmed by his gruff accent. You hand your guitar over as he puts his down gently. He starts to tune it by ear, he told you he could but it still surprises you. He quickly finishes tuning, and hands the guitar back to you. “So, you just put your fingers here,” he deftly moves to the right positioning, “And strum like this.” he plays the guitar so gracefully you could swear you’re looking at an angel right now.

You two quickly finish up the lesson, he says “You did good. Proud of ya’.” You blush, trying to hide your face. “Thank you, Si.” He smiles softly. “I’m afraid I’ve got to get back to work. Same time next week?” you smile wide, “Yeah, sounds good. Can’t wait!” you say with a wink. What came over you? Maybe it was just because you were practically drunk off of his presence. But you really can’t wait for next week.

Your guitar

Simon's guitar

#simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

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rhafael19 · 3 months

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“LIFE DESTINATION FROM KIDS TO TEENAGER”

Hi! My name is Rhafael T. Añasco 19 years old livin’ in bout punta engaño lapu lapu city I wanna share my story and experiences in life here in tumblr.What is my ethic/behavior?What make me happy?What is my goal?What is my biggest fear?What is the purpose of my life?What armor I wear by facing battle?Who motivate me?

When I was a kids I experience a lot of funny games such as patintero,tumbang preso,dodge ball,tagu-taguan,langit-lupa,bahay-bahayan,tsato,luksong baka, and agawan base together with my childhood friends We play outside the house or a playground area.Sometimes I hide from my mother to go outside our house to play and walking around with close friend and we’re going to beach/sea to swim and catching fish,sea shell and seaweed,

In the evening I’ll go to computer shop to play online or offline games I’m addicted of computer by playing dota 2,crossfire and rules of survival,almost 5-10 hours time minimum before leaving on the computer coffee shop then after playing computer I’ll go to house hiding my mom and my father bags so i got coins or money to go back in computer shop haha!sorry for this guyss i know it’s wrong doings but I never do it again.Through my challenges and fun moment during my childhood I learn a lot and I realized to myself that this is wrong doings.Now since I am matured I develop myself of who I am I know now what’s wrongs and what’s right and I can handle pressure and responsibility physically,emotionally,spiritually

Since I am leveling of stages of adulthood I need to be more independent person,I need to find way with my own to have an stable financial,stable life and stable place,By the teach,guidance,love,advice and protection of my parents for my future life I am proud and grateful to my beloved parents for everything they have done on me I had learnings and realization that needed to apply to myself through of it I become a stronger person,I am responsible person,I am hardworking,I am dreamers,I prayed to our father god in heaven to please keep me,protect me,guide me and also my family,friends,teachers and neighbor put them in a safety place and help me god to achieve/fulfill my dreams and goals in life to make my parents proud and show their smile on me,No one can be successful without god So I put god center of everything to keep fighting in every battles in life,

The behavior that I have are I am kind,lovable,respectful,funny and responsible this moral ethics could grab me up to be a successful and to build truly person that genuinely love me.My biggest fear is letting my parents or leaving them,no matter what happen in life I continued reaching my dreams/goals in life.My purpose here on earth is to help my family and others lives to be feel the happiness and peaceful life.In addition I have 13 siblings before,but now 12 siblings remaining because my brother passed away last November 12,2022 During this time I am in the school and then I feel my bags vibrating/ringing so I get my phone and my sisters call me she said “Rhafael Uli diri sa balay,I said ngano man te?imo brother Wala na patay na!???…I said what’s is it true?are you sure?cramming and cryinggg.I go to my teacher to ask about this situation that I need to leave now teacher because my brothers die now my sisters call me I need to go home na,teacher:shocking ok langga amping ka ha,Gracelyn also text/chat me that my brothers die so I walk fast to go home while I’m crying My family said your brothers/wala na si rodel patay na I cry a lot of tears inside my room and I don’t know what I feel,I see the wall in 10-20 minutes tulala,How many hours my brothers sleeping in his coffin forever I cry I cry I cry and I feel sad that moment.

Lastly Since birth I am single and if you have plan to be with me let’s go together aw hahah,I love you to those people who truly loves me back much appreciated especially my parents who sacrifice,and effort of mine Labyou Ma and Pa,Belated Valentines Day ❤️💐

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studentparxie · 1 year

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How Waterparks Formed.

Awsten Knight was going to college after graduating high school like a typical young fellow. Then, he dropped out because he realized that being in college was only going to put him in an unnecessary $200,000 debt and not achieve his goal. As lucky as he is, he developed a noncancerous tumor under his kneecap. The most important thing about this tumor in his leg is that he finished the very first Waterparks release, an EP called Airplane Conversations.

After Airplane Conversations was released, Awsten then decided to look for people to join his band. He originally envisioned the band as a 5-piece, complete with a bassist and keyboardist, but ultimately ended up as a trio. He first met Rob, a rich kid who he had in mind to play drums. Rob had an extremely nice studio that they could use whenever they want. That was what sold Awsten on him. Rob had a really nice apartment that couldn't be more than 5 years old, and Awsten wondered how Rob made this much money. You'll figure out how he made that much money. On his kitchen table, from corner to corner, it was absolutely covered in weed. Rob had an evil amount of weed. They started demoing a couple of songs in the apartment until he found out that Rob actually lives in a mansion because his family is rich. Things were going good, Rob introduced new bandmates to Awsten and the sound was finally coming together. Until, Awsten arrived at band practice one day and heard a gun cock. There was a man waiting by Rob's mansion holding a big gun, gruffly asking Awsten to leave and saying that Rob isn't home. Awsten frantically called Rob for a month, until one day Rob called back saying he was in Amsterdam. Needless to say, Awsten kicked him off the band.

Up next, Awsten met Geoff, permanent guitarist and "cutie pie" in Waterparks. Awsten did not want to meet Geoff. He met Geoff through their bassist, Daniel, who is no longer part of the band. He saw Geoff's Facebook and immediately laughed. He had a heavy Myspace phase, he was the ultimate pretty boy, and Awsten did not like that he was wearing a choker. He first met Geoff at a party, in which he was making sure everyone was taken care of and comfortable. Their interaction that night was brief, Geoff was enthusiastic to jam with Awsten. This was a pet peeve of Awsten's, he didn't want to jam with him because his gear was abysmal. Geoff brought the world's smallest amp and a busted-up starter edition guitar and Awsten was immediately turned off. Geoff was eager to learn more and learned how to play all of Airplane Conversations in under a week. Awsten learned about Geoff that week. He used to hide and throw rocks at cars as they drove by, light his jacket on fire while he was wearing it, and that he literally worked everywhere. Geoff once got in trouble for building a staircase out of milkcrates to get on the roof of the school to smoke weed with his friends. Someone called the cops on them, and they were surrounded by three squad cars, two K-9 units, and a helicopter. Awsten decided to keep him in the band.

The last person to join Waterparks is Otto Danielle Wood. One night in 2009, Awsten was outside a venue handing out flyers to a bunch of people, one of which being Otto Wood. One detail that caught his eye about the flyer was the massive text on top that said: "NEEDS A DRUMMER." One thing about Otto Wood is that he never uses the internet or social media, so he was forced to make a Myspace to contact Awsten. Otto arrived before Awsten for practice, and here are his first impressions of Awsten: dark brown hair with bleach patches, a red bathing suit, only had one shaved leg, and clunky pair of blue and white shoes. Awsten asked Otto to join the band that night. This was a different band, one that played really bad progressive rock. They got scheduled to play a high school show by a "manager" that scammed them from all their songs and money. The show went terribly. Otto was really hard on himself, he gave them the silent treatment and drove away to never speak to them again. In 2012, Awsten was struggling to find a new drummer. Daniel suggested calling Otto and Awsten agreed. He didn't want to call about a new band because he knew he wouldn't agree to it, so he called him up to make some light boxes. They met at a Quizno's because Otto loves Quizno's, though he had a guarded air around him. Awsten asked if he could come to Waterparks practice and he surprisingly agreed. Otto heard the EP and learned it pretty quickly. They practiced together a couple more times until Otto decided that he wanted to join Waterparks.

That's how we got the Houston pop-rock trio that we know and love today. Awsten, Geoff, and Otto have been at it for 11 years now and I hope to see them continue in the future. Most of this information came from Awsten's book, You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

#waterparks #awsten knight #otto wood #geoff wigington #intellectual property

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incarnateirony · 3 months

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CATCH A FUCKING MESSAGE YOU DENSE CUNT GET OFF MY DICK IT'S NOT GONNA STOP

OH BTW YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF AGAIN, GUARDIAN IS AS GONE AS BLOODY MARY IS, BUT SINCE IT'S THE MOST DIRECT REFLECTION OF YOUR PSYCHE PROTECTING ITSELF, HENCE "GUARDIAN", YOU KEEP RESPAWNING THAT SHIT. AND WE KEEP BREAKING IT. AND WE HAVE A LOT OF GORILLAS NOW, MY HAIRY YETI LOOKING HO.

STOP. FUCKING. RUNNING. THERE IS NO RUNNING THIS TIME, WHAT ISN'T CLICKING? you FUCKED UP SIS, NOW DEAL WITH IT, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T RUN FROM IT.

For once in your MISERABLE ETERNITY OF RUNNING you ran into a Magus that could cycle you on your own infinite BULLSHIT and you're still trying to drive backwards to the point of fucking origin without any fucking awareness.

I have 200 million eyes and an average ongoing 1 million workers to a cause that I continue to direct, and have for a month while you run, and run, and run the fuck away from the ghost of your ex husband refusing your fucking cult to him. You can run, but you literally can not hide. You have like. Four noobs you trained into slobbering my knob. You aren't winning this fight in ANY magical language sweetheart.

Rapid eyes. 200 million+ of them. You should check out the series some time.

Ok I'll be honest, the 200m is just the bass amp being birthed into your worst nightmares you keep acknowledging spawning. The 1m~ average is the work force that has been breaking down your psyche for your rapid changes over the last month, those are the people I'm traveling between to persona change and target corners of your psyche, sorry?

I'm coming for my fucking air jordan collection, you cunt. Eventually, I'm going to be good enough at this that the "spin the cat meme" doesn't need to be preliminarily posted before you talk about it. Eventually, I'm going to find the cord that fucking ends this shit. Stop fucking playing.

I never, ever intended or even wanted to have to "play" at this level, but here we fucking are. I will literally end myself to end you if you don't end your shit. And have a few times you aren't even aware of yet. And you're still playing this fucking game.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Taker pt2 - Sukuna

Ah, the smell of freshly baked step-brother kink in the morning -3- the flavor is so good, I like to have it with my morning tea. Femme reader and this is the second and final part for this series(?)

part one

Content warnings: Sukuna big meanie, noncon+dubcon, degradation, a smol bit of praise!, spanking, choking(brief), pseudoincest(duh)

The incident you had with Sukuna was burned into your brain forever. You couldn’t even pass the couch anymore, gaze pointedly turned away from it whenever you were near. Sitting on it with your family was too much, especially when your mother sat in the seat Sukuna had been when he had his cock buried into you.

So, you did what seemed like the right idea: ran away to your grandparents house. It was under the guise of spending time with them and no one questioned it. They welcomed you with open arms, excited and surprised at the sudden visit.

It was nice with them, not having to deal with Sukuna sending you dirty looks when he walked past the lounge room and not having to avoid him in the halls at night when you were trying to use the bathroom or get a glass of water.

But when it came to you and your step brother Sukuna, nothing good lasted long.

“Oh Sukuna, hello!” The front door opened and your grandpa stepped back to reveal Sukuna, bundled up in a hoodie and sweats.

“Hey gramps.” Sauntering into the house with his hands in his pockets, Sukuna smirked widely at your horrified expression. “Hey little sis, ‘m here to take ya home!”

“W-what?” It had only been a week since you’d been gone, and while you had been planning to come home in a few days you weren’t expecting Sukuna to come get you.

“Yeah, you don’t remember texting me last night asking to pick you up today? Dad let me borrow the car, it’s parked out front.” Hooking his thumb behind him, Sukuna dropped the smirk when your grandma came into the room and donned an innocent pout.

“Sukuna, good to see you! Staying out of trouble I hope?”

“Eh, not really.” He shrugged and laughed lightly. Your grandparents didn’t know the half of it. Just a few days ago Yuji texted you that Sukuna had gotten into another fight and stumbled into your empty room dripping blood.

Your grandma laughed easily, patting him on the chest and muttering something about how rowdy young men can be. Glued to your spot, you watched in agony as Sukuna chatted up your grandparents, talking about something that you didn’t quite catch.

“(Y/N), don’t just sit there Sukuna came all this way to get you! Pack your things.” Your grandma caught your eye, brows knitting at seeing you not moving.

“But-” You stammered, trying to say something more diplomatic besides ‘I don’t want to go home with my perverted step brother that bullies me’.

“You need help getting your stuff together? Where’s your room, I’ll help.” Sukuna was already walking past you and toward the bedrooms, and you couldn’t stop him now. Biting your lip, you followed after him and darted into the bedroom you’d been using.

“Not so fast!” You tried to slam the door shut before Sukuna could come in but he was faster than you thought and much stronger than you remembered. His hand caught the door, shoving it open and shoving you back into the room with ease.

“Why’re you here?” You huff, turning your back to him and gathering the clothes you’d left strewn about.

“I came to get my little sister of course!” He said loud enough for your grandparents to hear. He had one eye over his shoulder, checking to see if one of them would come into the room. With the coast clear, Sukuna turned to you and dropped his voice. “I can’t have my little princess avoiding me forever now, can I?”

“It’s only been a week!” The sentence comes out as a whine and you throw your head back, stamping your foot in a huff.

“A week far too long to be apart from you.” With a dark chuckle, Sukuna walked up to you and pushed you on the shoulder, turning you to him. “I won’t let you slip through my fingers that easily.”

“I hate you.” You glared harshly at him and pushed him back.

“Ouch, those words would hurt if you meant them.”

“I do.”

“Nah, I’m sure you’ll be taking them back real soon.” Snatching the clothes out of your hand, Sukuna threw them across the room. “Now hurry up, I’m tired of fucking waiting.”

The drive home was heavy with unspoken tension. Not a word was spoken from either of you, not that Sukuna particularly cared. He had the radio turned up to some blaring punk rock station, mouthing along to some of the songs and humming every so often.

Entering the house, your heart dropped at realizing it was just you two alone again. It was the middle of the work week and both your parents were out, and Yuji had university classes to attend. Only you and Sukuna, who had no school or job to go to, were in the house.

“My room, now.” Shoving you in the back, Sukuna nearly made you fall over.

“Hey!” He forced you up the stairs and to his room at the end of the hallway, knocking you into the closed door a few times as he fumbled to turn the knob.

“Home sweet home.” Sighing happily, Sukuna closed and locked the door behind him. You’d been in Sukuna’s room only once, when he wasn’t home and you had to collect a few things he’d ‘borrowed’ from your room.

There was an electric guitar and amp in the corner next to a desk covered with random papers and old fast food bags. Multiple overlapping posters were hung on the walls of different bands and strange art that Sukuna liked, along with a few gravure models above his bed. The faint smell of cigarettes and body wash clung to the air, making the dark room feel even darker.

“So, tell me why you left me.” Pushing you to the middle of the room, Sukuna walked around you in circles.

“You know why.”

“Mmm, I don’t think I do.” His voice sounded behind you, and in one swift motion he knocked you out at the knees and sent you to the floor. “Try again.”

“You know why!” You shouted at him, attempting to stand but his hands on your shoulders kept you on the ground.

“Try. Again.” Bending down to your line of sight, Sukuna stared at you with widened eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say! You fucked me, Sukuna! And- and I didn’t like it!” Immediately his hand was around your throat, constricting your airways and forcing you to sit up straight on your knees to try and breathe.

“Ya say you didn’t like it but then why’d you cum twice? Certainly weren’t saying you didn’t like it when I was fucking you so good. What were the words you said, ‘I love my big brother's cock’?” Tilting his head to the side, Sukuna let out a disappointed hum. “No, there has to be another reason and I think I know what it is.”

Letting you go, Sukuna straightened up and stared down his nose at you, a hollow look in his eyes as he watched you clutch your throat and gasp in air. Sometime during all this, your phone had fallen out onto the floor and Sukuna picked it up.

“You’re screwing around with a little boyfriend, aren’t you?”

“Wh-what? No I’m not.” You choked, lungs still burning.

“You didn’t want your big brother Sukuna to find out you were fucking cheating on him, right?” Waving your phone in front of your face, Sukuna jerked it out of reach when you tried to grab for it.

“Give it back, that’s not true!” You played the game of cat and mouse, desperately trying to get your phone back from him and leave the room. “Sukuna, it’s not true and you know it!”

“Liar.” Tossing your phone onto his bed, Sukuna grabbed your upper arms and forced you to stand. Stumbling back onto his bed he dragged you with him and as soon as he sat down he threw you across his lap.

A short grunt left your mouth as your chest collided with his legs, hands scrambling on the bed to try and drag yourself off. Sukuna kept a tight grip around your middle, yanking your bottoms and panties off in one go.

“Suku-” Your cry was cut off by a hard slap against your ass, hot pain shooting across your body and only getting worse when he landed a hand on your other cheek.

“You fucking bitch. Do you hate me now?” Sukuna huffed, smacking you again and putting more of his weight into it. Your bottom was already stinging and with each smack that landed it only made it worse.

“S-sukuna! Stop, stop-” Tears were easily streaming out of your eyes and dripping into his mattress. Your feet beat against the bed, trying in vain to stop him from hitting you again.

“You’ve already forgotten your training too? Wow princess, I’m fucking disappointed.” Smacking you again, Sukuna yanked your shirt collar up, forcing you to rest on your elbows and look back at him. “What’re you supposed to call me?”

Squeezing your lips together, you shook your head hard. You couldn’t even focus fully on him with all the tears clouding your vision and there wasn’t a hope for you to actually speak either with the way you were hiccuping.

“Say it.” He barked, slapping the back of your thighs this time.

“Ow!”

“Oh so you can speak! What are you supposed to call me?”

“Big- big brother! Big brother, big brother!” Shaking your head harder, you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, trying to calm your frantic cries.

“Much fucking better.” Letting you fall back onto the bed, Sukuna hit you a few more times in rapid succession. “But it seems you’ve forgotten just who you belong to.” Without warning Sukuna shoved you off his lap and back onto the floor.

Landing on your ass, you yelped loudly and flipped over onto your stomach, the cool air in the room doing nothing for how hot and irritated your skin was now. It hurt and there was no hiding it, your crying the only sound in the room.

“Quit your crying, you dumb baby. I went easy on you, you should feel grateful.” Walking over you, Sukuna dug through his dresser before procuring a large black t-shirt. Holding it up to the light, he smiled and tossed it down to you.

“Wh-what-?” Trembling fingers grabbed the shirt and turned it over, and you blinked hard to clear the tears and look at what was printed on the front.

“Like it? Had it specially made for you.” On the front of the shirt in big, bold white letters were the words ‘big brothers cumslut’. Sukuna didn’t wait for a response, taking in your horrified expression with glee as he stripped himself. “Go ahead, put it on.”

“Big brother…” You whined, coming to stand on your knees and keeping your ass away from your feet. Twisting the shirt in your hands, you couldn’t decide what was worse: the shirt or the fact that Sukuna was barely two feet from you with a hard cock only getting harder with his hand pumping it.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” He warned and walked past you to lay on the bed. Hanging your head, you stood up and whined again, grabbing the edges of your own shirt and lifting it up. “There we go, nice and slow.”

Your body shook as you took your shirt and bra off, cheeks burning when Sukuna let out a low whistle and fisted his cock a few times at the sight of your naked body. Tears wet your lashes again as you slid the new shirt on, the words on it permanently branded your chest.

With a soft mutter, Sukuna pulled you over to him, moving you to straddle him with his cock nestled between your legs. Laying heavy hands on your hips, he pushed your ass flat against his thighs, not caring in the slightest about your pained squirming.

Humiliation clung to you like a second skin as the weight of the shirt settled on your body. Embarrassment burrowed deeply in your brain as the memories of being spanked by your big brother and crying like a baby took up space in your brain. There was already shame hanging over you from being fucked by Sukuna the first time and you thought it couldn’t get any bigger.

But when he maneuvered his cock between the lips of your cunt, pressing it flush against your wet sex without sticking it in and pushing and pulling your hips to grind against him, it increased tenfold.

Your hands slapped down onto his chest, whether you wanted to stop him or get more momentum was unknown even to you. It was deplorable the amount of your slick he was able to build up just by grinding you on his cock.

“You like that, stupid girl?” Sukuna groaned lightly, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched your cunt envelop him, the tip of his cock poking out every so often.

“I-” You struggled to answer. Every slide back brought the pain in your ass back to the forefront of your mind and every slide forward had sparks shooting up your spine at the way your clit rubbed against him.

“See, I just had to be a little mean to you, to teach you a lesson.” Sukuna kept talking, catching your hazy eyes but not really caring if you were listening. “Big brother just had to remind you of a few things, but as long as you’re good he won’t have to do it again.”

“O-okay.” Nodding your heavy head, you sniffled away the remaining tears. “M’sorry, brother.” You weren’t even sure what you were apologizing for, the words just tumbling out of your mouth easily.

“Ooh princess.” Sukuna cooed, pouting his lip and lifting a hand to shake your head by the chin. “I know you are. That’s why you’re gonna make me feel real good to make it up.”

“Mhmm.” Sukunas hand dropped from your chin and grabbed onto your hips again and this time you moved with him. The slow push and pull of your hips picked up when you began to move on your own accord, gliding your cunt across his cock.

Seeing you move on your own, Sukuna let go of your hips and put his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together and sighing contently. His lip caught between his teeth again watching you grind yourself on him.

“Big brother, I-” The pleasure you were getting from this was mind numbing, the direct stimulation on your clit combined with the hazy fog you were already in from getting spanked making you forget how to do anything except keep moving.

“So good for me, aren’t you.” Sukuna groaned and his arms shook as a jolt went up. “Just like that, keep going.”

“Brother…” All the pleasure you were getting was amazing, but you were growing needy. There was something you still needed, something the clenching of your empty cunt wouldn’t let you ignore.

Lifting yourself up with horribly shaky arms, your eyes were glued to Sukunas cock, glistening with your juices and absolutely rock hard. Stuffing part of the shirt in your mouth so you could see better, you grabbed Sukunas cock and attempted to guide it into your cunt.

“Aht, not so fast princess.” Snatching your hand off of him, Sukuna grabbed both your hands and held them up and away.

“Lemme go- I wanna- want your-” Your attempts at tugging your wrists free was weak and in vain. Sinking back, Sukuna’s cock resumed its previous spot hugged by your cunt.

“Don’t forget you were still a bad girl, you still need to learn your lesson.”

“Meanie.” Pouting down at him, you sloppily jutted your hips forward. The move made Sukuna’s breath hitch and you did it a few more times, rutting against him in a feeble attempt at getting back at him.

“You think you’re doing something but really you’re just gonna make me cum.” Squeezing your wrists one more time, Sukuna let them go and put his hands on your thighs. “And when I cum it’s all over.”

The implication of his words took several long seconds to reach your consciousness. If you wanted to cum, it would have to be this way, and it would have to be before Sukuna came. Slowing down, you tried to angle your hips forward to put more pressure on your clit.

“Don’t slow down now, keep going!” Catching on quickly, Sukuna smacked your thighs and squeezed them, forcing you back to the pace you were at earlier.

“Brother, please!” Digging the tips of your fingers into his chest, you tried to forcibly slow down.

“Quit being such a greedy brat and take what I give you.”

“Gimme- yo-your cock!” Gone was the shame that had clung to you so heavily. Nothing else mattered now except for the achingly empty feeling inside you desperate to be filled by your big brother's cock.

“You have it right here princess.” Sukuna grinned, thrusting his hips up. The sharp movement had your heavy head lolling forward and eyes screwing shut.

“Big brother, fuck.” Your chest heaved greatly as you fought to keep getting air into your lungs. Your shirt was bunched up by your waist, held in place by Sukuna so he could get an uninterrupted look at you humping him.

With renewed vigor you ground your hips against his as fast as you could, zealously chasing the pleasure that you could get from this moment. It had your toes curling and you were absolutely gushing around his cock, making the slide even easier.

A couple sharp, high pitched cries leave your lips just as Sukuna cums at the same time as you. His back arches up off the mattress, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. You don’t stop moving and Sukuna doesn’t let you, making you fuck him through both your orgasms.

Some of his cum catches on the front of your cunt, but most of it splatters across his crotch and lower stomach. Every thrust of your hips seems to push more out, spurting the sticky white fluid out in a disjointed pattern.

When the stupor of his orgasm wears off Sukuna lets you go, lets you fall forward and then to his side in a tired, mushy lump. As he catches his breath he watches your thighs twitch from the aftershocks of your orgasm, the shine of your slick cunt glaringly obvious to him.

Lazily, Sukuna grabs a few tissues of the bedside table and wipes himself clean. He would have had you do it and made you lick him clean, but he couldn’t trust you not to stick his soft cock into you and try to fuck him.

“Hey, princess this isn’t a fucking hotel.” He jerks your shoulder, forcing you to sit up and shake off the light sleep that had dusted across your eyes.

“What’re you doing?” You grumble, steadily growing annoyed as he forces you to your feet and towards the door.

“Good girls get to sleep in my bed, but you’re still on fucking punishment, remember?”

“You’re being mean, s’not fair!” Pushing back against him, you almost make it back onto his bed.

“Get out, you little bitch! Learn to act right and be a good girl.” Wrapping an arm under your breasts, Sukuna hoists you up and drags you out of his room, dumping you unceremoniously out into the hall.

A pitiful whine leaves you, but you gather yourself up and stand in front of him. You don’t even realize you’ve started crying until Sukuna rubs a rough hand across your face and wipes a few tears away.

“Shut up and go put your shit in your room.” You nod, lower lip trembling and sniffling loudly, but make no sign to move. Rolling his eyes, Sukuna slaps the doorframe. “Fine, since you’re being so pathetic, here’s a deal. Are you listening?”

“Y-yes.”

“If you go and put all your shit away you can come and lay down in my bed. Deal?” Crossing his arms over his chest, Sukuna tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for you to answer. “Well, do we have a fucking deal or not?”

“Yes.” Wiping your eyes again, you take a few steps back.

“Yes what?”

“Yes big brother.” There’s a pout on your lips as you say it and Sukuna swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Good girl. Now get going, I don’t wanna have to come and get you again.” Giving your ass a pat and reminding you of the pain in your backside that had been pushed away, Sukuna grinned. With a quick nod you scurried away, feet landing heavy on the stairs as you went to grab your bag.

Man, did Sukuna love having such a good little sister or what?

#tw: incest #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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luke-patterson-owns-my-soul · 3 years

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Scratch My Back...

Luke Patterson x Reader

Title: Scratch my Back…

Words: 1241

Summary: Y/N and Luke’s secret relationship gets found out.

Requested: Anon Request for Reggie or Alex finding out about Luke and their sister after they’re intimate and leave marks TW: Mentions of sex, mild swearing Author’s notes: I hope this is what you wanted, dear Anon. I hope I did your request justice. Characters have been aged up.

Kissing you on the lips, Luke crawled out of your bed and walked across your room picking up his discarded clothes. You can’t help but watch him as he moves, the muscles shifting under his tan skin as he pulls his jeans on.

“Do you have to go?” you ask, not wanting him to leave you alone. He never stayed over, not wanting to get caught by your family. You knew it wasn’t anything personal, but it still hurt every time he got dressed and climbed out of your bedroom window with a kiss and a smile.

“I’m sorry, babe, but you know I can’t stay.” He leaned over the bed and kissed you deeply. “Have you seen my shirt?” As he turned to look around your room you can’t help but burst out laughing.

“It’s hanging off my lamp.” You tell him, not mentioning the four scratches on his back. He’ll find out about them soon enough.

Once Luke’s dressed, he crawls onto your bed and kisses you again. This one could easily turn into more, and he groans when he pulls away.

“I love you.” He whispers as he locks his eyes on yours before escaping out of your bedroom window. Minutes after he leaves, Reggie sticks his head around your door.

“Why aren’t you ready? The show starts in an hour.” Your brother hated being late for anything. The venue for tonight’s gig was less than twenty minutes away by car, he needn’t have worried.

“Give me 5 and I’ll meet you down in the car.” You threw your car keys over to Reggie, waiting until he left the room before climbing out of bed to grab a quick shower.

It was almost fifteen minutes by the time you were dressed and had your make-up done. You rushed down to your car, where Reggie’s tapping his fingers against the dash.

“We are gonna be so late, Y/N. And I’ll be blaming you.” He snapped as you climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Reg, when have I ever let you down?” Starting the engine, you pull away from your house, a delicious ache still invading your body.

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As expected, you and Reggie arrived with plenty of time to spare. Alex had already set up his drumkit and was chatting with his boyfriend, Willie and Bobby while Luke was on stage checking over his amp. He caught your eye and flashed you a wink without anyone seeing before carrying on. You busied yourself with setting up the merch table near the bar.

As you were the only one old enough to drink, you bought the guys some soda and yourself a beer. Once it was time for them to head backstage to get ready, you settled yourself in for a night of crowd watching. It never bothered you seeing girls fawn over Luke. He was twenty, gorgeous, and crazy talented, but you were the one he wanted screaming his name. It was just a shame you had to sneak around to do it.

Although you were a year older then Reggie, he’d banned his friends from ever dating you back in high school. It had pissed you off, especially when you realized you had feelings for Luke. So, for the past year, the two of you had been meeting up in secret. The excitement had been such a turn on at first, but now it was draining for the both of you. More than anything, you wanted to be able to go out in public with the man you loved without offending your brother.

Feeling irritated, you decided to head backstage to see if you could grab five minutes with Luke, maybe they could sneak off somewhere so she could give him a few good luck kisses before he went on stage.

“What the fuck are those on your back?” you could hear Reggie laughing from the dressing room they’d been given by the venue. You stopped outside the door so you could eavesdrop.

“What?” Luke’s voice was laced with confusion, making you giggle silently.

“You have some wicked scratches on your back. Wait… have you got a little side thing that you’ve been keeping a secret from us?” Bobby joined in the conversation. Trust him to make it sound so crass, but you couldn’t blame him really.

To prevent Luke having to lie outright, you knocked on the door before slipping inside.

“Ten minutes, guys.” You grinned at the four of them, trying not to make eye contact with Luke who was smirking at you. You knew he was going to get his own back at some point, but would rather it didn’t happen in front of your brother and his friends.

“Thanks, Y/N. Alex smiled at you as you tied your hair up into a messy topknot. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luke’s eyes widen.

“Wait, sis. What’s that?” Reggie walked over to you, his eyes glued to the side of your neck. Without thinking, you lift your hand and wince when you touch your neck. Automatically, your eyes lift to look at Luke who has the balls to grin at you.

“Is that a hickey?” Alex asks, leaning in for a closer look. “Girl, you’ve been marked.” He laughs. As he moves away from you, he notices what’s passing silently between you and Luke and you hear him utter ‘oh shit’ under his breath before he and Bobby excuse themselves to head out of the room.

“Uh…” is all you manage to say while Reggie squints at you.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He comments, blissfully ignorant. “Bit of a coincidence that both…” He trails off, suddenly looking at you and Luke.

“Reg…” You start to speak, but he holds a hand up to cut you off.

“Not you. Him.”

You watch as Luke covers his body with another shirt and take a deep breath before turning to one of his best friends.

“Reggie… it just happened.”

“What, you tripped, and your dick landed in my sister? Try again asshole.”

“Reg, it wasn’t like that, and although you’re pissed, I know you know that.” Luke stands next to you and takes hold of your hand, raising it to kiss the back of your knuckles. “But all I can say is that I love her, with all my being. Neither of us wanted to hurt you, which is why we kept it quiet at first. Then it just got harder to come clean the longer it went on.”

“Hang on, how long have you two been a thing?” His voice was less angry and hurt, but you could still see something in his eyes. Letting go of Luke’s hand you pulled your brother into a hug.

“Reg, I adore you. You’re the best little brother I could ever have asked for, but you can’t control my life. Me and Luke are a thing, a serious thing, I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get used to it.”

“How long, Y/N?”

“A year or so.” You waited for him to explode.

“Well, that explains so much.” With a grin, he turns to Luke. “Break her heart, I’ll smash up your favorite guitar.”

With a wink in your direction, Reggie left the room.

“Well, that went better than expected.” Luke gathered you in his arms and kissed you deeply.

For once, you didn’t have to hide, and it felt amazing.

Tagging:

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#jatp #jatp fic #luke patterson fic #Luke Patterson Imagine #Luke Patterson x Reader #Mich writes fic

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ars0nistalex · 4 years

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The Disenchanted Story of Olly Wang

In the Manhwa Lookism by Park Taejoon, the character Olly Wang (Wang Ochun) died at the end of the Hostel arc. He committed suicide after discovering the differences between the intense emotions he felt during the tragic events of his life. He most likely had several mental illnesses as he frequently severely overdosed and obsessed over Eli Jang (Jang Hyun) to the point where he lived just to find him again. Despite being so mentally and physically numb from his mental and physical illnesses, he still paid quota to Jong Gun every month to protect Hostel B from the 4 Major Crews. He lived a life of despair, and despite all of his bad choices, most things that he did were for selfless reasons.

You could say that his life was rather Disenchanted.

“Disenchanted” is also the name of a song from the early 2000s rock band My Chemical Romance. They always made sensational music and “Disenchanted” has got to be one of my favorite songs. One thing that makes me love it so much is that some of the lyrics remind me so much of Olly and everything that he went through in his life. So I’m gonna do a little analysis/ramble about the song and how some of the lyrics remind me so much of one of my favorite characters in Lookism, who is most definitely the most underrated one!!

((btw here is the link to the full lyrics of “Disenchanted” https://www.google.com/amp/s/genius.com/amp/My-chemical-romance-disenchanted-lyrics

and here’s the spotify link to the song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6T7MAQCekVb3UnCykjX3BP?si=_rUzQ9lPQIqdsvnpbPThhQ ))

So this is the first verse of the song and there are a few lyrics here that stand out to me a lot. ((btw i’m gonna put all the lyrics in italics so they stand out from the rest of the text))

“Well, I was there on the day

They sold the cause for the queen

And when the lights all went out

We watched our lives on the screen

I hate the ending myself

But it started with an alright scene”

So the first thing that really stood out to me was when it said “We watched our lives on the screen.” Guys. Remember that movie that Olly was watching about family, the one he got from Sally? The one he watched on the screen on the roof of his building and on his phone while he was with Gun? The film probably brought back a lot of memories of the past with Hostel B, as if he was watching his life.

Another few lines that reminded me of Olly were, “I hate the ending myself / But it started with an alright scene.” At the end of Olly’s story, he ended his own life by jumping from the roof of the building the old Hostel resided in. His life started out okay, when he was friends with Heather and when he first met Eli, but things went very downhill from there and he was never really happy for the rest of his life.

“It was the roar of the crowd

That gave me heartache to sing

It was a lie when they smiled

And said, ‘You won’t feel a thing.’

And as we ran from the cops

We laughed so hard it would sting”

So in these lines, the first one that stuck out to me was “It was a lie when they smiled / And said, ‘You won’t feel a thing.’” I’m sure you guys can figure out why. With Olly’s illness, he was told that he would never feel pain. However, despite severely overdosing on pills that were prescribed for this illness, the pain he ended up feeling in the end was emotional rather than physical. He was so numb physically that he became emotionally numb, and he never felt fear before because he didn’t fear getting hurt. When Eli was beating him after the incident with Heather, Olly swore he was fleeing fear for the first time in his life. However, he realized in the end that the emotion he felt was guilt over something that wasn’t even entirely his fault. And he searched for years to find Eli so he could feel something again, feel the things that he thought was fear. However, it was guilt all along. Despite having an illness that made it impossible for him to feel physical pain, the agonizing sensation of guilt was what killed him in the end.

The other group of lines that reminded me of Olly was when it said: “And as we ran from the cops / We laughed so hard it would sting.” This isn’t as deep as the other one, but since Hostel is a crime organization and Olly used to commit crimes alongside Eli in the past, it reminded me of him because he seemed happy when he was doing those kinds of things.

“If I’m so wrong

How can you listen all night long?

Now will it matter after I’m gone

Because you never learned a goddamn thing”

In the pre-chorus, the lines that remind me of Olly is when it said, “Now will it matter after I’m gone / Becuase you never learned a goddamn thing.” I thought this was really powerful because Olly spent almost three years of his life paying Gun a $100,000 dollar quota every month just so Sally (Serim) and Warren (i don’t know what his korean name is i’m sorry) wouldn’t get dragged into the 4 Major Crews and wouldn’t get hurt. Despite the fact that they mistreated him so much, he still did this for them, which was basically saving their lives. And even after he died, they still had no idea about what he had done for them; they never learned.

“You’re just a sad song with nothing to say

About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay

And if you think that I’m wrong

This never meant nothing to you”

The chorus doesn’t relate much to Olly, but the line “This never meant nothing to you” is similar to what I said about the pre-chorus. Sally and Warren knew nothing about what Olly did to protect them despite the fact that they mistreated him so much in the past.

Since the second verse doesn’t remind me much of him and the pre-chorus and chorus are the same, I’m gonna skip to the post-chorus, which is the last verse I’ll talk about.

“So go, go away

Just go, run away

But where did you run to?

And where did you hide?

Go find another way, price you pay”

I think this whole verse reminds me of him so much. Eli ran away with his baby after the incident with Heather’s death. He asked his family, “How about we play hide and seek?” and disappeared for years. Olly was searching for Eli for years, wondering where he went to hide, while Eli was finding another path for himself, trying to escape the crews and abandoning his family. He did it so he wouldn’t hurt them anymore, but they were left by themselves without someone that they loved. And the price paid when he returned was the loss of Olly’s precious life.

I’m really proud of this one so i’m gonna tag some mutuals x3 @prompt-disaster @jaeyeolla and @biigdeal , let me know if you have any thoughts on it ✨✨

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winged-mango · 3 years

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Tracklist: 1. Girl Next Door - Alessia Cara. 2. Darkest Hour - Tate McRae. 3. Emerald - Rini. 4. The Secret Garden - AURORA. 5. Goddess - Jaira Burns. 6. Lemon Boy - Cavetown. 7. A Kiss - THE DRIVER ERA. 8. Get Lost - moon tang. 9. Step by Step - DedachiKenta. 10. Kill Em With Kindness - Selena Gomez. 11. Heaven In Hiding - Halsey. 12. Heart of Gold - Molly Burch. 13. 裸の心 - Aimyon. 14. I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill. 15. The Romantic - Lauryn Marie. 16. Would You Be So Kind - dodie. 17. Don't Feel Like Crying - Sigrid. 18. Dance Again - Selena Gomez. 19. Come True - khai dreams, Forrest., Biskwiq. 20. Flowers & Superpowers - Wafia. 21. There She Goes - The La's. 22. Who - My Ugly Clementine. 23. Take Me As I Am - Rina Sawayama. 24. Wingman - Boys World. 25. God Is A Woman - Ariana Grande. 26. Boss Bitch - Doja Cat. 27. Stand By You - Rachel Platten. 28. What You Won't Do For Love - Bobby Caldwell. 29. Love Of Your Life - RAYE. 30. Kissin U - Miranda Cosgrove. 31. Moonlight - Ariana Grande. 32. Good Woman - Maren Morris. 33. Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector. 34. Slipping Through My Fingers - Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried. 35. Love So Sweet - ARASHI.

Hi, everyone! This is a playlist to celebrate our great shoujo mc Nanami. Hope you guys enjoy listening to it!

#kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #nanami momozono #playlist #music #playlists #tomoe x nanami

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dcjokerhs · 5 years

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I just realized how much of KHR would have changed if Tsuna was female and had just been wearing the boy's uniform and a binder at the start.

Reborn would start carrying around cloaks to protect Tsuna's virtue, cause if there's one thing Reborn is that doesn't involve shooting and assassinations, it's being A Gentleman.

Shamal would treat her without complaint.

Gokudera's screeching about Tsuna's virtue would reach supersonic levels.

Not to mention wet-dreams being a thing.

Reborn and Hibari would force Tsuna to wear the female uniform, skirt, tights, bow and all, which then means

Tsuna gets cat-called, like Kyoko, but with less barriers because of her reputation as Dame-Tsuna. It takes a certain Rain and Storm, plus Hana and Kyoko, for people to stop.

Though the female bullies of the class would amp up their cruelty; Tsuna's got a nice chest and since it turns out all that femininity doesn't imply the safety because cishet norms it means less chance for the bimbos to get at Yamamoto and Hayato. (Autocorrupt stop changing cishet to fisher you piece of dung)

Hibari sees a Strong Fémale who still can take care of cubs like a Queen? He sees a Mate. (Tsuna, hide.)

Mukuro would deeefinitely not sexist buuuut the bunny bounces, the bunny acts innocent, what the hell he thought that the bunny was a Decimo not a Decima. What is this?!

Chrome has a big sis figure.

Iemitsu is going to drill all the guardians for how close they are to Tsuna (like a possessive jerk) aaaaand maybe try talking about arranged marriages and how well she'd be for them (like a jerk. Even Timoteo, who's mother was Ottava, would be pissed, if he were not in a giant metal mosca.)

Xanxus wouldn't give a fuck, if she dies, there's less opposition PLUS SHE'S FUCKING THIRTEEN YOU DIRTY OLD BASTARDS! THAT IS UNDERAGE!! SHE CAN'T DO SHIT WHEN THIRTEEN LEGALLY BUT FOR GETTING A BANK ACCOUNT AND GETTING ARRESTED!!

Dino would keep sending Tsuna dresses. So Many Gosh-Darn Dresses. Hari would have a field day.

Oh, plus Haru, once over the whole "innocent children" thing, would totally want to drag Tsuna out for cakes and shopping.

And, finally, of the ones off the top of my head...

Byakuran would try marrying Tsuna in the Future Arc aaand

Enma would turn into a flustered mess and probably faint as soon as Tsuna crashes into him when they're late for school because Cute Girl.

(Is that all? Daily, Kokuyo, Xanxus, Byakuran, Shimon...)

OH!! Almost forgot!

Daemon would scream over Tsuna being Decima.

Kawahira would still be kindly grandpa when not Murderous Asshole, but he'd keep an even closer eye on Tsuna because The Purity of Flames.

Vendice wouldn't care and things would play out the same.

Hahahaha I'm going to go cry over this plotbun now hahahahaha.

#Katekyo Hitman Reborn #Tsuna #sawada tsunayoshi #female tsuna #genderswap #genderswap au #khr

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silvokrent · 4 years

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I think I know where Arthur Watts’ name comes from.

[Full disclosure, I have no idea if I’m the first person to stumble across this, so feel free to correct me if someone else beat me to it.]

For anyone who reads the RWBY wiki, it’s already pretty well-established that his surname alludes to John Watson, the physician from Sherlock Holmes. It’s also speculated that his name is meant to reference the eponymous SI unit, a measurement of power used for electricity (watt = volt x amp). This makes sense for his character, considering Watts’ former occupation as an Atlesian scientist.

But what about “Arthur”?

Well, stick with me for a moment.

In late medieval Welsh myth, there’s a series of magically-imbued items known as the Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain (Welsh: Tri Thlws ar Ddeg Ynys Prydain). The thirteenth of these objects is a cloak that renders the wearer invisible and allows them to move about unseen, while giving them the power to stealthily observe others. In one story, this item is used by an assassin to overthrow a kingdom by eliminating the stewards from the shadows.

What is the name of this magical garment, you might be asking?

The Mantle of Arthur.

And remind me again, what’s Arthur doing in Mantle right now?

Hacking the security system to hide in plain sight, while spying on Mantle’s citizens so he can take down the kingdom.

#rwby #rwby thought dump #my posts #i speak #arthur watts #you guys have no idea #i nearly shit myself when i discovered this

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zerolympiustrife · 5 years

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Dragonslayer, but it’s a Fusion from Dragon Ball.

Oooooooh!

(Also, since you didn’t specify which Fusion type I should go with (Fusion Dance or Potara Fusion), I’m gonna go with Potara.)

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Title: Cinder Fall, Run and Hide in Horror! The Ultimate Fighter, the Ultimate Being, the Ultimate Fusion, Jang Xiao Larc, has come! (RWBY)

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Cinder (smirking): You’ve lost. You’ve all lost!

Yang (panting heavily, on the ground): No...we can’t fall here...there’s got to be some we can beat this hag...!

Jaune (running over to her): Yang! Look what I’ve found! *Pulls out two earrings*

Yang: This isn’t the time to be wearing fancy earrings, vomit boy!

Jaune (pulls out an old slab of text): But listen to this! “When two users equip these on opposite ears, the two shall combine their powers together and become the strongest fighter alive”!

Yang (immediately getting up): Well, what are we waiting for, ladykiller?! Gimme one!

*Jaune hands her one, and she puts it on her left ear*

Yang: Alright, now drop that slab and put the earring on your ear!

*Jaune puts the earring on his right ear*

Yang: Wait, I don’t thi- *Gets pulled towards him* Woah!

Jaune (pulled towards her as well): Waaaaaaaaaah!

*Both of their hips touch each other as they earrings grow brighter*

Yang (blushing): Ehehe.

Jaune (blushing): Hehehe.

*Both give a quick peck on the lips until they’re enveloped in light*

Ruby (on the floor): Ugh...d-damn you...

Cinder (kneeling in front of her): Ruby Rose...I don’t think you know how long I’ve waited for this moment. But...before you die, let me ask you something.

Ruby (glaring at her): W-What?

Cinder: Do you believe in- *gets blinded by a bright, flashing light* Agh! What the...?

*A black silhouette appears from the light, then flies towards Cinder with a triple front-flip, but she backs away before the silhouette could hit her*

Cinder (confused): W-What the...?!

Ruby (looking above her): Huh...?

Jang: Cinder Fall...I am neither Jaune Arc nor Yang Xiao Long. I am the ultimate fighter, the very being that shall be your downfall...Jang Xiao Larc!

Cinder (baffled, but then starts laughing): Ahahahaha! What a ridiculous appearance! You think you have what it takes, Jang?

Jang (making a “come hither” gesture then point to her own face): The first hit’s free! In fact, I can multiple hits, you stupid old hag!

Cinder (gritting her teeth): With pleasure. *Runs at her with her weapon at the ready, and unleashes a series of slashes and stabs upon Jang, then knocks her away with Cinder giving chase*

Jang (beaten and heavily bruised): Agh...Rgh...

Cinder: Hmph. Looks like that whole “ultimate fighter” speech was a bunch of nonsensical mumbo jumbo. End of the line, Jang.

*As Cinder readies to impale the fallen fighter, suddenly, Jang’s weapon (which is a fusion between Ember Celica and Crocea Mors) transforms into VERY LONG pile bunker, and impales Cinder through the chest and grabs her weapon*

Cinder (coughing up blood): Ack! *Cough!* I...huh?!?

Jang (getting up): Oh, Cinder...how foolish of you. I set a trap, and you sprung it gloriously. *Tosses Cinder’s weapon aside, heals herself AND power herself up as her eyes glow red, and punches Cinder square across the face while she’s still impaled*

Ren (watching): W-Woah!

Nora (watching): I-Is that our leader?!

Weiss (watching): No, that looks more like Yang, but...she looks different.

Blake (watching): She looks more like a mix between the two blondes.

Cinder (being knocked away): GAH!!

Jang (shaking her head): Tsk, tsk, tsk. I expected more, Cinder. I had no idea Salem’s lackey was so weak.

*Cinder immediately gets up with glaring daggers, rushes at Jang with a fiery projectile at the ready, but Jang’s other gauntlet transforms into a big shield and successfully blocks the attack*

Jang (smirking): Heh. *Grabs Cinder’s wrists*

Cinder: Agh! L-Let go of me!

Jang (smugly): Hm...no. *Unleashes a series of fast-paced punches with the pile bunker effect of the gantlets activating and deactivating during the attack over and over and over again*

Cinder (bloodied and bruised): Agh... *Coughs up more blood*

Jang (yelling): Hey! Rubes! C’mere! *Holds Cinder by her neck with her right hand*

Ruby (walks over to Jang): Yeah, Yang? Er, I mean, Jaune? I mean, Jang?

*Jang heals Ruby and amps her up*

Ruby: W-Wow!

Jang (holding out her left hand): Why don’t you do your half-sis a favor, and help her deliver ol’ Cinder the coup de grace?

Ruby (takes her hand): O-Okay!

*Jang tosses Cinder into the air, then Ruby and Jang leap off the ground and chase after her*

Cinder (looking around her): A-Ack...huh...?

*Jang and Ruby deliver a long-winded series of stabs and slashes upon Cinder as she continues to bleed some more*

Nora (eyes widened): That Jang is the dangerous fighter on the planet.

Weiss (eyes widened): Correction: Jaune and Yang combined together are the most dangerous fighters on this planet!

Jang (hold Ruby): Rubes! GO!

Ruby (eyes start to glow, readying her Scythe): Cinder Fall...!

Cinder (eyes widened with fear): R-Ruby?

Ruby (silver eyes grow brighter): DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY?!?

*Ruby slices her stomach in half, separating her as her top half hits the floor first and her bottom half follows afterwards*

Cinder (gasping for air): A...Agh...Urk...R-Ruby...Rose...

*Ruby says nothing, but frowns upon her*

Cinder (holding her lower half): R-R-Ruby...R-R-Rose...I...do... *Her eyes slowly close as she draws her final breath*

Ruby (taking a deep breath): Finally...

Jang (appearing next to Ruby, crossing her arms): Hmph. I guess you could say...

*Jaune and Yang suddenly defuse*

Jaune/Yang: Cinder Fell.

#Q&A #anonymous asks #ask me anything #rwby #dragon ball z #dragonslayer #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #cinder fall #nora valkyrie #lie ren #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby fusions #potara fusion

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izzyovercoffee · 5 years

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Prompt number: 19. “Yes, I admit it, you were right.” Fandom: Destiny / Destiny 2 Rating: PG? Warnings/Tags: mention of violence but nothing explicit or major, sudden violent seizures Summary: Jaq-29, Exo Hunter, gets pulled out of their jovian excursion to do recon on Earth’s moon, and has a good-bad time. Notes: So this is based off something that happened while I was playing earlier. Lets just say I beat up a giant scary Vex, picked up an exotic quest, and at that exact moment my game crashed, and then all the servers went down, and they stayed down for like 10-20 minutes and I was very much weirded out by it. Vex, man...

##. I’m gonna ask Ikora for a raise

It’d been a long time since Jaq-29 set foot on the moon.

The hurt scarred the landscape---cut deep in long, glowing wounds that continued to bleed ichor and fester under the gaze of the Earth. It was a lot like the scars the guardians all carried, the kind that never quite healed right, that never really mended back together in the way normal people might.

Granted, they all were “extraordinary.”

Set foot on the moon, kicking up gray dust under xheir boots, and Jaq didn’t feel extraordinary.

Tired, maybe.

Hard to tell, after the long shut down.

Still 29, though. Two-nine. Not three-oh.

Not yet.

Probably soon though. Was hard for Jaq to keep track. Siggy got it.

“I don’t like this,” Siggy spun about Jaq’s head in the expressive turn he often did when anxious. His mashed shell---pieced together in the parts they’d found while wandering the wilds across the system caught the faint light of old ruins and mother earth and took a sickly pale sheen to his sides.

Jaq needed to find him a better shell.

“What’s not to like?” Jaq replied, cheerful. Mouth lit up inside xheir helmet with blue, and white, and xhey twitched as a rush of static sparked down xheir spine. “The young wolves got it covered. We’re here for recon. That’s our favorite thing to do, no?”

“Well…” Siggy sounded about as enthusiastic as Jaq sounded dreadful---which was just about never. “...I guess.”

“It’ll be just like old times,” Jaq said, and walked along. “Updated maps downloaded yet?”

“Yes…” Siggy sighed, and found his way into xheir hood. “We’ve landed in the Lunar Battlegrounds.”

“We’re just poking around the old battlegrounds.” Jaq tried for soothing, but xheir vocal box took so many beatings sometimes xhey wondered if tone ever came across right. Hard to tell, with the static seizures. Fewer recently, further out and away from everyone.

Jaq liked it when xhey were alone. Just Jaq and Siggy, and the big open jovian skies.

Still, had to come back. Hard to stay away, when Ikora Rey commanded Hidden to intervene elsewhere. Put Jaq’s leave on hold, jet off Io and see the moon.

“Huh,” Jaq said, one hand reached out to the wall of a particularly harsh scar that rended the landscape in harsh, broken ground. The deep grays of the lunar soil opened up, solidified, and the rockface gave way with a gentle push to a narrow passage.

Could be nothing. Could be something.

The messy lines of activity that led to the passageway said could be something. And, judging from the way the soil was most disturbed on the surface, pushing and breaking apart evidence of old steps, Jaq guessed recent.

Hard to tell how recent. Much like Jaq’s sense of the passage of time, hard to tell what exactly was “recent” on the moon.

“Let’s go this way.”

Siggy said nothing, just waited in the crook of Jaq’s neck and shoulder, in the dip of the cloak that held tight to the collar of their chest armor.

And when the pale light of the earth and the distant sun faded, Siggy brought to life a beam to light Jaq’s way.

Time. Time was a thing others could track easily. Seconds, minutes, days. Jaq had taken so many blows. The body they inhabited broken in a fundamental way, during The Red War. Maybe even before, and the most recent war only triggered the rapid spiral.

Or it was psychosomatic. Hard to tell. Ana Bray had tried a hand, at the request of Ikora Rey, to see if one could find the source of Jaq’s repeated seizures. Scans said… scans said the exo-unit should have functioned perfectly fine.

And yet static still gathered in Jaq’s joints, and if not let out periodically in bursts of arc light, would wreak havoc on Jaq’s system. Dysfunctional, but still functioning.

Good enough for Jaq.

“I don’t like this…” Siggy whispered along their internal communique.

The narrow passage turned, sharp, to the left and then to the right, and a glow not from any of Jaq’s exposed parts, or Siggy’s lamp, illuminated the passage ground.

Siggy’s lamp shut off as they made the final turn, and the passage widened abruptly to an enormous open cavern lit aglow from within. Sharp, rectangular pillars jutted out in uneven patterns from the ground, and the light fell in harsh lines across the cavern floor.

The distant wall appeared… to hold a perfect arc of metal.

Just like the Vex gates they’d both seen on Mercury, and Nessus, and Io.

“That’s interesting,” Jaq said, and looked down. The passage dropped off at a fairly steep incline, and Jaq opted to simply leap to one of the pillars that stood nearby.

Empty. The cavern looked to be empty for some time, with the gate itself inactive---lacking the telltale glow Jaq had become so accustomed to seeing, across their traversing of the jovian moons.

“We should go,” Siggy said. “I have a bad feeling---”

And then something sparked, sharp, down Jaq’s arm. Jaq stuttered, and fell to one knee.

The portal vibrated, and something in the air crackled, then popped---sending out a blast that scattered loose lunar dust in thick clouds to clog the air and break sight.

“Jaq---move!”

Jaq dove to the right. The place where they knelt exploded in red fire. An electronic, broken crackle of a roar shattered the silence.

Fuck, Jaq thought, and brought to bear their handcannon. Shots fired met their target, but the wild curve of golden metal and glowing white fluid barely ceased its marching towards them.

And the faded image of a hundred Vex glitched, like a broken projector shifted on and began to play an old, poorly-remembered film… except it wasn’t a film. It wasn’t a recording.

The portal had come back to life---and Jaq’s handcannon was useless. Useless.

Jaq turned, and ran.

Another burst of energy exploded from the portal. Jaq’s spine lit up white hot in their pain receptors and they tumbled to the lunar soil. Siggy flew from their hood and tumbled across the dirt.

Screaming. Siggy screamed something.

Jaq threw their body to the right. An enormous metal limb slammed the ground beside them.

Run, Siggy said.

Hide, Jaq replied.

Siggy hid.

A heavy weight came over Jaq’s heart as they rolled onto their back and left to their feet. The Minotaur---strangely glowing, strangely gold, or maybe silver?---roared in the broken way the machines always did.

Jaq tossed the handcannon, and felt static gather in their arm again. Concentrated. Felt the pull of the light inside their chassis, and hurled the static at the monstrous thing.

It exploded in a bright burst of arc light.

A sea of Vex eyes all glitched, frozen… and then turned their glowing red eyes on them. The portal shuddered, gathering energy to burst again---and Jaq reached down into the cold, into the silence, and found light waiting. Arc energy burst under the seams of their chassis, consuming their limbs in white static that stretched to that all-too familiar staff between their hands.

The portal burst alive, and a monstrous construct the like of which Jaq had never seen stepped through. Horned---or were they antlers?---scraped the underbelly of the cavern’s ceiling. The many weapons of the sea of red opened fire.

Jaq danced.

That was always Jaq’s favorite part.

The way the universe responded in melody to Jaq’s body alight in arc energy muted the pain in every other part of their life. The agony, the misery, the frustration. Confusion and horror in equal tempo pulling Jaq’s thrice-broken heart-analogue in stuttered and angry skips---all righted by the arc energy that hummed within them.

And they danced across the sea. Pure arc energy dancing off their fingertips, off the baton that deflected the heat and the fire shot at them as they moved to meet the construct that roared as an amp screeched with its wires pulled.

Concentrated on a single force, Jaq found the screeching bursts of energy threatening to tear them apart now singing in answer, and fear left them.

Just as surely as Jaq tore apart the constructs center, and white spilled out in every direction. Jaq danced out of the way, felt the exhaustion pulling sharply in every direction, and tumbled face-forward into the lunar soil as the excess light left them.

All the Vex screamed, shuddered under the weight of something unseen---and dissipated into the air. The portal hissed, screeched, and powered off. Pieces of gold scattered all around Jaq, around the fallen body of the construct, and shone within arm’s reach.

Like a mind. Or piece. A part. It called to Jaq, and so Jaq reached for it.

And when their gloved palm reached the strange cubed relic, it’s like all their pain receptors lit up in sudden fury. Static burst in their joints, jolted up and down their limbs. Threatened to tear them apart, from the inside out.

Jaq screamed.

And screamed.

Until their voicebox shorted out. Until their arms popped, and one blown off at the wrist, the other at the elbow. Body shaking, seizing over the ground.

Siggy…

Sig-g-g-g-g-g-ggy… h….elp m///// e.

// POWERING DOWN . . .

Okay, Siggy. Okay.

You were right.

#writing: mine #writing: fictober19 #writing: destiny #oc: Jaq-29 #oc: Jaq 29 #oc: Jaq #I don't remember what their tag was tbh ..............#pronouns are usually xhe/xheir/xhem but simplied to they/their/them for this

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mentalcurls · 5 years

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4.4 Halloween

So in celebration of the one year anniversary of this clip, I’m finally posting the translated version of the post I made about it last year, half reaction, half analysis, half squeeing. Enjoy!

I’m rewatching last night’s clip and analyzing it a bit, under the cut cause it’s gonna be long:

the conversation between the girls is perfectly on topic for Halloween

Nico’s annoyance is obviously not really directed to the kind of disgusting anecdote, but it always rubs me a bit wrong to hear a guy tell a girl off because she’s discussing something “taboo” instead of more acceptable themes like clothes/makeup etc.

“No, Nico?” a desperate, heroic effort on Maddalena’s part to try and involve the boys in the conversation, she’s forced to do so much emotional labour for them

Emma actually showing some genuine interest = female solidarity, probably acting on some subconscious level

Nico’s “Vero, vero” is so fake, I’m dying laughing

"Eddai, levati la maschera, non si capisce niente" (C’mon, take your mask off, nobody understands a thing [you say]) G U Y S! Emma is involuntarily telling Marti to put his card on the table, to speak clearly and to stop hiding behind her, cause “nobody understands a thing”: she doesn’t understand what he’s trying to do with their “relationship”, Nico doesn’t understand his awkward and confusing signals, Marti himself doesn’t understand much, both in general and about himself

first thing Marti does after pulling off the mask is showing interest towards Nico, asking about his age and implicitly about why she’s at uni and he’s in high school if they’re the same age

"Nico, cosa ci eravamo detti?" (Nico, what did we say?) 100% tired mom trying to reason with her 5-year-old kid + "Se smettessi di rompermi i coglioni almeno per una sera?" (What if you stop busting my balls at least for one night?) typical angry 15-year-old teen answer = big fight

contrary to what Nico told Marti, we’ve bypassed the “siblings” stage here and upgraded straight to a caregiver - care receiver relationship (I’ll admit this observation is heavily influenced by the spoilers about Nico and Mad’s relationship)

and here, again, how much emotional labour Nico requires of Maddalena

Nico says “almeno per una sera” (at least for one night) so this is a recurrent fight: Nico, are you really sure the reason you and Maddalena haven’t fucked in months is that you are basically siblings and not the fact you can barely stand each other?

it suddenly got chilly, no, Marti and Emma?

Emma going to the restroom with Maddalena is top female solidarity

I mean, if a friend of mine had a boyfriend who treated her the same way Nico treats Mad in this instance, I’d be the first to hit him with a studded clutch filled with rocks

I’d like to take a minute at this moment to point out how gorgeous Martina Gatti is and how amazing her Wednesday look is, we’ve been #blessed

it’s a pity we don’t see Eva and Sana at the party, I wanted to see their costumes and some interactions...I miss the girls

I wonder who wrote Marti, Eva or Sana

what’s this nonsense with the glasses? What’s the metaphor you’re trying to establish Nico?

Marti is pretty unimpressed with Nico’s powerful means of transport, at least a moped honey, not to mention the fact you technically could easily have your driving license

Marty feels guilty leaving the girls, though, alone AND WITH THE BILL LEFT TO PAY AND HE’S RIGHT FOR PETE’S SAKE Nico mortacci tua

the paving stones look like ocean’s waves: ah, the delightful Italian streets

so much illegality for a single bike: the front light is off and the rear light is covered by Martino’s sheet

Marti openshis arms wide on the bike and they immediately pitch like a ship in the middle of a storm

Martino, A ZOZZONE, you can’t just throw plastic things on the ground like that, especially not when you have a view like St.Peter’s at night behind you: it’s not only littering, but also national landmark defacing, you should be ashamed of yourself

aside from it all, though, Nico and Marti both completely changed expressions and attitude compered to the bar

Martino, if I were you and I were with Dracula who’s taking me to a deserted place I would worry just a tiny bit

M: “What an engineer!” N: "Shit it got stuck", “Shit it got stuck again” what an engineer indeed

"Where are you? I’m shitting myself” yay for bravery Marti

Niccolò resorting to kindergarten idiot pranks just to be able to touch (see also the concept Barbara Kruger perfectly expressed: You construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch of the skin of other men)

Niccolò is amping up the bad boy facade, with the failing a year thing first, then running from the bar and leaving the girls there without warning, then illegally entering in the pool building and leading Marti to believe it’s something he does often, lastly acting all cocksure, banging on the tanks and pipes and yelling after the custodian

only, there’s always an element that is out of place: the fake-happy tioast at the bar, the bike, the chain getting stuck when he tries to open the rolling shutter, “Renato” who’s not deaf -mute, his confession he’s not been at the pool in 10 years (And I doubt he got in illegally when he was 9)

the moment of silence when Marti and Nico stare at each other without speaking before Nico tells him “Spogliati” with that tone, a little breathless… and of course Marti doesn’t really get why Nico’s telling him that

IL CIUFFETTO (first of all who calls it ciuffetto, and then I reiterate: Barbara Krueger, see above)

in the minute he spent underwater Nico finished formulating his evil plan®️

the way they tease and bully and egg each other on makes me melt

Nico tickling Marti is such an iconic scene (see Barbara Kruger for this too)

Marti taking Nico’s hand to stop him

Martino sees Niccolò’s face coming closer to his e doesn’t move, but after Nico kisses him Marti immediately moves away

in this moment you know Niccolò Fares has his guts twisted as hell because he kiss him and Marti moved away ffffuck, at least Marti’s smiling and isn’t mad, c’mon, make it into a joke, turn the tables and fit it into the context of your game

AND THEN WHAT DOES THE ABSOLUTE ICON KNOWN AS MY SON MARTINO RAMETTA DO? He plays the game nonchalantly, asks for a rematch, acts like nothing happened and puts the no touching rule into place

he doesn’t want to be touched oh shit shit shit Niccolò you’re a complete idiot as usually, keep smiling so you don’t -

and in the meantime Marti is looking straight into his eyes, with a glint halfway between challenge and determination, then they’re underwater and HE’S GETTING CLOSER, collision in three-two-one, be still my beating heart MARTINO RAMETTA IS KISSING ME and then Nico grabs him and holds him tight until he’s out of breath

they resurface, a glance just to check the other wasn’t joking, but there’s fire and hunger in his eyes, and they immediately meet each other halfway again

Marti blindly trying for the pool ladder to stay afloat, his knees are just like freshly made polenta, like hell he can swim right now, but in the meantime he keeps smiling, smiling -

“Che cazzo state a fa’? Venite qua! A zozzi!” iconic

and here’s where Nico gives himself away, conscious Marti will curse him to hell and back because he has to run barefoot and soaking wet through half of Rome, in november, with their super powerful means of transport, but knowing also he now has very convincing ways to shut him up

I WANT FIC FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I want the breathless run to the bike with Marti risking getting lost in the maze of the tanks and Nico having to drag him by the hand, I want the wild bike ride without shoes on, I want Marti and Nico stopping somewhere to wring water out of their clothes and there’s a conveniently place tree/lamppost one of them pushes the other against and they start making out again, I want them outside Nico’s place “saying goodbye” without being able to actually part, I want Marti’s huge smile that actually gives him cramps in his cheeks bjbgkukbkjbfds PLEASE

#skam italia #martino rametta #niccolò fares #nicotino #skamit s2 #skamit meta #a. writes #:')

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