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ineffablydelighted · 9 months

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[How exploring the Ineffable Husbands' dynamic in Good Omens can help us figure out what the show/book is all about, Part 1/?]

Also called: This human has, apparently, too much time on her hands and will be trying to Effable the Ineffable for [...] hours.

Ah, Hello! 👋

I'm ineffably delighted to meet you all! 😇

Let's cut to the chase and bear with me as we try together to analyze further the subject of the day:

Aziraphale is in love with Crowley and I am pretty sure he is aware of that fact BUT

[yes, there is a "but", do not erase me from the Book of Life just yet, let me explain first, homie 🥺]

I do not believe he can comprehend WHY he is just yet, and what that would mean for him in terms of... well... EVERYTHING he ever stood for.

It will also be the perfect roots to answer the biggest question yet :

What is Good Omens all about, exactly?

[Yeah, it's a tough one. When I say "bear with me", I really insist on the fact that it will be LONG. I will try my best to make it fun to read and to allow some "natural breaks" but know that I would appreciate your unshared attention if you're willing to give it to me. 😇]

Although, would you have the chance to ask him about it (probably looking at a cup of tea as we would all do in Earthy fashion), Aziraphale would have somewhat of an answer to give you, probably in the range of:

"Because, deep down, Crowley is the nicest being I've ever known."

Is it false? No, Crowley IS nice. Swaggeringly nice, occasionally unhinged, but still. Nice.

And that is somewhat the core of the... "problem" for our soon-to-be Supreme Archangel [Yep, the pain is still fresh, thanks for asking, you're welcome for reminding you 😭👍] because, as much as Crowley learned nuances due to past experiences (Falling being, most likely, the most traumatic one,) Aziraphale remains bound to think in absolutes. And everything relates to THIS perfect meme right there:

[Whoever you are, person/entity who has done that, you have forever my utmost gratitude and respect]

I'm far from bringing anything new to the table here, but to Aziraphale, Crowley should NOT have fallen in the first place. Because of how nice he is. Crowley IS an angel, to him. In fact, I'll go even further by stating that, to Aziraphale,

Crowley is more of an Angel than ANY Angel in the "Main Office."

Let's present our other contestants, shall we?

When he ruled, Gabriel was an absolute a** and had an ego the size of, idk, at least A DOZEN GALAXIES. He made Aziraphale feel like... well... poop most of the time they interacted.

That is why, in S2 when Gabriel/Jim tells him "I love you", Aziraphale, even being and considering himself a "creature of love", happens to be utterly unable to either reciprocate or take the compliment. At this moment, later enhanced when he reminds himself of the Job case, he realizes he is able to feel, if not hatred, NOT love NOR admiration for somebody he should somewhat consider a role model.

That is very important for Aziraphale's present and future character development, especially considering Gabriel/Jim's own fate, so please keep that in mind.

Michael? Oh God, Same if not worse: too condescending and ambitious in the wrong way to inspire anything nice to anybody.

Sandalphon just does what they are told but can totally throw a punch if necessary.

Uriel is mostly cold, occasionally cruel, and can also be physically threatening.

[I love the actress, though. Gloria Obianyo deserves a Ph.D. in Resting Bitch Facing for her performance in Good Omens alone and I'm here for it.]

S2 Saraqael seems to be more layered but has also been hurtful to Aziraphale (especially when she ironized that he couldn't possibly be the 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle caster).

Overall, S1 Aziraphale refers to the "Main Office" Angels as "BAD ANGELS!" after their hostile encounter. We could see from his face he would have wanted to use harsher words but couldn't get past his forgiving, decent nature.

Before we talk any furfur-ther [Am I proud of this so-called pun? A-BSOLUTELEH 😎🤭], let's add a really important stone/layer to our favorite Angel's thinking: to him, it is simple maths:

GOOD = RIGHT, BAD = WRONG

And let's save it for later, shall we?

[Killgrave dear is just here to remind you you can take a break anytime to drink a glass of Talisker if you'd like, or, more so, if HE'd like. Also because that character is THE best David Tennant role on television - 10th Doctor being the worthy third, I let you guess which character is our second now - and I might have wanted to use this gif just to be able to say that, who knows? *whispers* Mysssteryyyy...]

Anyway.

To a being like Aziraphale, who mostly thinks in dichotomy, being an Angel requires one main requirement: being GOOD.

[Buy a farrrrrm and be good! Not just "pretendy" good but. properly. GOOD! - NO, I couldn't find the gif and YES, I'm mad about it, but since I'm also unable to make one myself, I'll just shut it.]

That is why he refers to the Main Office Archangels as simply being BAD.

At that moment, they had been mean to him, threatening, and, by doing so, they became somewhat active in Hell's Armageddon project. Making them "bad" angels, but, more so:

Bad at BEING Angels.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is, at heart, the penultimate goody-two-shoes: he does feel bad about himself whenever he does something bad/wrong such as lying (it has started to change, and I'll nuance that statement another time, but you get the grip).

He is constantly scared he might fall whenever he somewhat defies God's will or the idea he built in his head of what an Angel should be(have).

But have you paid attention to how his "Angelmates" NEVER seem to CARE about their own displays of, let's say "unconventional characteristics" for what should be the highest "Representatives of the sole concept of Good"?

Have you ever seen Gabriel or Michael being self-conscious about their narcissism and condescending tendencies? Uriel about their coldness? Saraqael about their sarcastic nature? Any of them about their use of violence? Of course not! They seem to be perfectly fine with it!

They own their characteristics, good AND bad.

Aziraphale does not.

Aziraphale is... soft. Even if he, at times, expresses regrets to be just that, he also applies it to his Angelic nature.

You know who else is soft?

Crowley.

Crowley is soft because he cannot kill children and takes it upon himself to LITERALLY DEFY BOTH GOD AND SATAN'S WILL TO SAVE SAID CHILDREN, including two annoying ones [especially the one who DARED to hit on Aziraphale but that is a topic for another day]

[MASSIVE Bildad the Shuhite fangirl here, consider yourselves warned.]

Crowley is soft because he cannot even kill GOATS.

Defying both God's and Satan's will to save kids? Yeah, eventually, okay.

Defying God's and Satan's will to save goats? Man, that's so effingly. more. powerful.

[Oh, look! A bird flying, normal thingy, nothing to see here, buh-bye!]

Crowley is soft because he proposes/"tempts" Aziraphale to "eat a spot of lunch", especially whenever his Angel experiences stress.

We have barely seen him eat, which might indicate he does not have such a strong taste for it personally. He only goes to the Ritz to enjoy Aziraphale's company and to watch him happily eat scrumptious, comforting foods.

[Okay, also because it morphed into a proper kink at some point but that is NOT today's subject, so stop trying to make me deviate from it! 😣]

Oh, and, before you bring that up, no, the alcohol motive is not relevant since he can, in all probability have a glass of Talisker in ANY sort of pub/restaurant in London.

[As a proper peated whisky lover who happens to be French, let me tell you this is NOT the case in my country and I'm super duper jealous of you, lads.]

Crowley is soft because he takes care of both Gabriel and Aziraphale's bookshop, even if it is clear he loathes the first and expressingly said he would not be a bookseller "even at gunpoint."

And, by "taking care of", know that I MEAN IT: he kept an eye on Jim, didn't wake him up when he heard him snore, answered any question he had, no matter how seemingly stupid they were [Even if Crowley, of all beings, cannot be anything but a raging "There is no stupid question, only stupid answers" representative] and offered him hot cocoa. As for the Booksho-P[uhhhhh *exhales in asthma*], he attempted to repair Jim's messy ordering twice and meticulously rearranged the place after ✨the Ball✨

[What do you mean, "he also Killgraved him into jumping out of the window?" HE ALSO STOPPED HIM FROM DOING SO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. #NotBiasedInTheSlghtestIndividual]

Crowley is soft because he shares his Bentley with Aziraphale. Which is a VERY. BIG. DEAL. considering it was, at the time, HIS LAST ONE AND ONLY PRIZED POSSESSION.

[Should I mention that the Bentley FALLS IN LOVE with Aziraphale or is debating on whether or not that falls into the Oedipian complex territory off-topic? Yes, I'll see myself out.]

Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale on countless occasions, even though, 99% of the time, that is pretty much unnecessary.

For real, guys: if Aziraphale had been discorporated in the course of his 6000+ years on Earth at any other given moment BUT on the eve of THE WAR with a capital "W", nobody in Heaven would have flinched.

[I do have a theory, though: maybe being re-incorporated takes quite a long time, which would have meant too many years apart from each other, hence the growing Damsel in Distress kink in Aziraphale, idk THAT IS NOT TODAY's SUBJECT, OKAY?!]

Also, Crowley is soft because "doing that makes him so happy".

Do you know who is supposedly "so happy" to save living things, aka GOD'S CREATIONS? Angels.

Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale even when it is ACTUALLY ENDANGERING for both of them

He risked: his life, his pretty comfortable position "he carved out for himself", both his Earthy and Infernal homes sort of speak, AND EVEN HIS CAR to save his Angel's bottom/help him out in the direst situations (like stopping time to stop SATAN HIMSELF.)

[Also his past/present/future existence altogether, but the Bentley is more important, as I'm sure we'll all agree.]

[That is a Class A Protective/Helpful Husband, right there.]

Crowley is soft because he encourages Aziraphale to follow his passion for ✨prestidigitation✨

Even though he is pretty... amateurish at it. Not only does he encourage him, but he also HELPS him when he accepts to be his dashing assistant on stage.

[Yes, he does tell S1 Aziraphale to stop doing magic because he "has no idea how demeaning that is" but I'm pretty sure it was BECAUSE of S2 1941's events. Also, #WeStan1941Crowley here.]

Crowley is soft because he works pretty hard to make two humans he barely knows fall in love.

Yes, he also does it to cover his and Aziraphale's 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle lie BUT don't tell me his amazed expression when he thought he was about to witness Nina and Maggie actually falling for each other was not the purest, sincerest of all.

Finally, even if I could come up with more examples,

Crowley is soft because he saved Aziraphale's books JUST because he KNEW and CARED that Aziraphale CARED about said books.

That also, in Michael Sheen's very own opinion [as stated by Neil Gaiman in S1 GO DVD commentary], shared by many fans, and myself very much included, marks the moment

Aziraphale falls in love with Crowley.

[I DARE you to tell me THIS is NOT THE LOOK OF LOVE PERSONIFIED, go on, fight meh.]

So. WHY did it happen at that moment in particular? Well, because, first of all:

As a proper Jane Austen fan, Aziraphale is a slow burner.

Also, to him, an actual Angel, love is everywhere, so differentiating one love from another might be more difficult for somebody who can feel it whether or not it is even their own.

BUT [have you started getting used to my "but"s yet or should I harass you some more?] Let's go back in time to see how every previous encounter (that we know of) led to that pinnacle, shall we?

[Oh and, YES, this sort of essay will be long, and NO, I had no idea how much it would be when I started writing it, and still haven't, tbh 🤷‍♀️]

During part 2, we will also dive a little bit deeper into what Good Omens is all about.

[Yeah... I figured we would all need a break at this point.]

More on that later, then!

Hope I kept your interest at a reasonable peak. See you soon, Angels ❤

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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Lil’ request inspired by what went down in episode 5: Demiurge is feeling a bit down because Albedo’s being a bitch and his favorite lady (could be SB mc or a human mc that Demi keeps as a cherished pet) notices this and decided to do something to cheer him up. Sfw or nsfw is up to you ;)

A/N: I swear, it broke my heart!! Q_Q I love Albedo with my whole dang soul, but that wrecked me to PIECES when she said what she did to him... *Deep breath*. Okay. This should heal it.

Was he a failure?

Demiurge couldn't help but ponder such a heavy question after his talk with Albedo prior. He always wanted to work best he could beneath the Supreme Beings. However, after finding out through the Leader of the Floor Guardians, no less, he had failed... he felt useless.

She knocked on his door, calling out to the Seventh Floor Guardian. “Demiurge?”

Hearing the voice of his Lady, Demiurge did his best to straighten up. He fixed his tie and made sure there wasn't a single blemish on his suit.

Entering into his bedroom, she looked to the devil with concern. “Whatever is the matter? It is rare you retreat to your bedroom so hastily after a talk with Albedo.”

He wasn't sure he should say. Demiurge just did his best to smile. “Ah, it is nothing you need concern yourself with, my Lady.”

She folded her hands before her attire, coming closer with a shake of her head. “No, I do concern myself with it. I wish for there to only be happiness in your future.”

Hearing such a wish made the devil tense, his hands clutching his pant legs tightly in disbelief she would wish such a thing of him. “My Lady, forgive me but... according to Albedo, I have failed miserably.”

“How? Why in the world would she ever say such a thing!” She sat beside him, placing her hand upon his shoulder in hopes to calm him.

Demiurge lowered his head, shaking it as though refusing to say why. He figured she'd know if anything.

Her fingertips touched upon his chin, urging him to look at her. “Demiurge, you are one of the most brilliant minds of Nazarick. Don't fault yourself because you are unable to do everything you believe Ainz or myself may desire.”

“But, my Lady, I—!”

“Shh,” she cooed, bringing his head closer to rest upon her chest. At times, she often felt like she was taking care of a child. He over thought situations so much that it would ruin him. He didn't deserve to put himself through such stress.

Resting on her chest, the devil blushed. He was relieved his face was hidden, so she wouldn't have the ability to witness such a thing. The devil's tail buzzed with excitement, his dead heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Whatever I can do to make you feel better, I will gladly do so.”

“I am unworthy of such a request, my Lady...!” Demiurge couldn't even think of what he would possibly want. Suddenly, his tail stopped moving as a thought dawned on him. Anything I could possibly desire? Demiurge hummed. “My Lady?”

“Yes?”

He pulled away from the hug just a bit, not wishing for her arms to retreat from where they rested on his shoulders. “Perhaps mmm... If I could request one thing to make me feel better, it would be a kiss.”

Her eyes widened, hands moving from where they rested. “Oh, you mean on the cheek?”

Demiurge shook his head. “Mm, on the lips.” He tapped on the exact spot for extra measure.

“O-Okay,” she stuttered, not expecting for this to be the answer. “If it'll make you happy, I'll be delighted to fulfill this request.” She took in a deep breath before cradling his cheeks to bring him closer to kiss.

The moment her lips touched his, Demiurge felt all the sorrow and anger towards himself evaporate upon every second she allowed it to linger. His own hand in kind reached towards her, rubbing the delicate skin with his thumb as he enjoyed in the taste of her breath. It invigorated the demon. Even when she pulled away for just a moment, he breathed his desire. “Please, longer.”

“I...” She wasn't sure what to say. Denying him something that could make him happy wasn't within her to do. Taking another steady breath like she was about to dive under water, she inched closer to him once more, tilting her head to the side to kiss the devil as he so wanted.

The crooked nose of the creature rubbed sweetly near the side of her own. What once started off as what she expected to be a single peck on the lips deepened. Demiurge's tongue rolled sweetly against her lips, begging for entrance to do more—taste of more.

She wasn't expecting that. Her heart leapt in her chest, but she allowed it. Her lips parted as the demon's tongue snaked into her mouth to caress against her own wet muscle to savor her breath and her saliva as though it were sweet nectar.

D-Demiurge...! she thought to herself, unable to even pull away.

Demiurge's hands drifted to her lower jaw line, caressing her in loving want for more. As her own tongue was near his lips, he was delicate and suckled upon it to entice the fiery bloom within his chest as well as her own.

Pulling from the kiss at that moment, she breathed out in a panic—the string of saliva breaking from their union. “S-Sorry, Demiurge, but I cannot—!”

Realizing he must have stepped out of line, he began to worry once more. “My Lady! It is I who should ask for your forgiveness! I shouldn't have been so bold as to assume you wanted more!”

Her eyes darted back and forth, sucking in her lower lip as she shook her head. “N-No, it's fine, it... It was...kinda nice, really.”

“Eh?” Demiurge wasn't expecting that remark, making him give her a curious look.

“I, umm!” She eeped, not knowing what she was saying to begin with. Reaching over, she pat him on the head like he was a mere dog or a child who did good. “E-Excuse me, Demiurge! I-I have things to do! Err, keep up the good work! As always! You're great and umm...Y-Yeah! You're great!”

“My Lady, I—!”

He couldn't even say a word, she had already hurried out of the room, trying to calm her heart down from such an intimate exchange. Of course she loved it, but she wasn't sure what Ainz would say about her being so loving with a former NPC....

#NO I DIDN'T JUST TAKE A BUNCH OF SCREENCAPS FROM HIS 5 MINS OF FAME #i swear X"D #awww poor beeb #demiurge x mc #demiurge x reader #demiurge snippet #overlord #mod answers #kittycat-kai

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petitmonde · 2 years

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Arson (Daya centric)

TW: Arson and violence + it's bad

There once was a very angry punk rock girl named Daya. A lot of things pissed her off, but her current coping mechanisms didn't work. Drawing was fun until she tried to post her work online. The internet being mean as fuck, heckled her ability. So that hobby went to the trash pretty quickly.

Her three girlfriends, Gigi, Bosco and Jasmine, all smoked weed. Daya was calm when she smoked weed bunts with them. Truly happiness that was. Until some jerkwad came up to them to be a loser transphobe. He really ruined their vibe, so Daya punched him. Punching the transphobe felt good, so she did it again and again. The dirt bag laid on the floor, bloody face and all. What a loser.

If it wasn't for her three girlfriends pulling her off him, the cockroach of a human would have died.

"He's not worth the jail sentence." Gigi pleaded with her. She was right, logically speaking. So Daya listened to her.

"You're right. I'm sorry I scared you." Daya kissed Gigi and held Jasmine's hand. That little minx liked getting her hand dominated like that. Gigi still tasted like weed.

"Come here babe." Bosco grabbed her face by the finger, then blew smoke into her mouth. So hot. Daya would fuck them later as thanks for being such a hot piece of ass.

Everything would have been fine and Daya would have found a new coping mechanism, if it hadn't been for the cops that arrested her for assault. Apparently beating transphobes was illegal.

After a short stint in jail, Daya was once more free to find new ways to deal with her anger. She took up sewing these cute little grotesque bears to sell on Etsy. It went quite well, though now Daya is rich. Daya hated capitalism, so she dumped all her money into a pyramid scheme to get rid of it. Essential oils would take off any moment now and end the corrupt healthcare system. And Daya couldn't wait for that to happen.

Anyways. Daya still needed to cope with her anger. Reddit told her arson was cheap and available - and Daya couldn't deny fire was pretty. With a new sense of purpose in life, Daya made a list of things that could burn and die in a fire.

US Congress for being bitches

The Supreme Court (no explanation needed)

The Arby's that fucked up her order that one time

Canada

Grocery stores for being retail hell. Fuck you Sally for being such a petty bitch

Suburban housing

Satisfied with her list, Daya got to work on finding the necessary equipment to do the deed. She didn't tell any of her girlfriends of her plans, knowing they'd approve and then beg her to fuck them senseless. That part could wait for later.

Daya stole gasoline from BP oil as a fuck you for the oil spills and found a lot of lighters at a Walmart. To think people won't stop you if you just look angry enough. The Walmart pissed Daya off, and it was on her hit list so the only logical thing to do was to prepare its demise.

She broke into the back of the store then poured a good amount of gasoline on various items that would burn. She flicked the lighter open to set a piece of paper on fire, then dropped it. The fire quickly caught on and then Daya was gone. As pretty as the flames were, she couldn't get caught just yet. She had many places to burn down. Luckily for her the Walmart was close to suburbia, so that one also got crossed off her list.

Faster than a senator can lie about being involved in a scandal, Daya was at the Arby's that had slighted her. Capitalist scum, Daya thought as she put the place ablaze. The fire was glorious. She admired her work for approximately 2 minutes before getting the hell out of there too. An arsonist doesn't rest.

By contrived logic, Daya was now at the Supreme Court. It looked mighty flammable, and she was sure the Senate would be just like it. Damn police were around, but Daya was faster and quicker than them. In a mission impossible style breaking and entering, Daya was in the building. With her spite and anger, Daya set the place on fire just like the other places before it and skedaddled. Even the fire brigade showed up with the cops. They would have a hard time putting out all the fire Daya started and it served as the perfect distraction as Daya almost teleported to the senate.

The final destination before Canada. No one had caught her, she was too fast and furious 2 for them. Her final lighter got thrown into the building. "Burn motherfuckers." Daya muttered to herself, and so they did. Everything was fire and soot. She could hear the delicious screams from the scumbags.

Daya casually walked away from the glorious fire. Now only Canada was left. Well, that was until she got sent a nude by someone named Kiara. Fuck she was hot. How could Daya forget all the good booty calls she had in Canada? She shook her head. Canada is saved.

Daya went home to fuck her three weed smoking girlfriends. She deserved it after accomplishing so much.

#dont actually read this idk wtf this is #daya the arsonist #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr 14 #daya betty

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icedmetaltea · 10 months

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Been playing Baldurs gate I see! I'm also obsessed with it currently

What's your party layout? Like which companions do you like to bring, have you changed their classes, etc. Also are you romancing anyone? 👀 wink wonk

(warning for rambling cause I am not normal about this game, I am not normal at all-)

Also warning for spoilers in general kinda

iosjeferijgvierjgv8erjvgoerhg0rehg0rejgre I'm like 30-something hours in and only just now found out I just completed act 1- I THOUGHT ACT 1 WAS OVER AFTER I COMPLETED THE GOBLIN CAMP 😭😭 Which isn't a bad thing cause that just means the game is way longer than I thought, more to enjoy.

I just changed my class from fighter to bard cause I was getting sad always leaving Karlach and Lae'zel out since I didn't need another guy doing heavy hits up front. That plus I was sick of never getting any advantage on persuasion checks. Not sure how I feel about it just yet since I haven't had much experience; I'll def miss my cool armor ; - ;

(fyi I didn't change their classes but adjusted their builds so they'd be more efficient, for instance Asterion basically can't lose at unlocking/disarming a thing cause he has so many advantages now)

Anyways I currently have Gale, Asterion and Shadowheart (was Karlach but brought in Shadowheart since I was curious too see if there'd be any unique dialogue in the Shar temple I'm currently in)

I keep switching out Gale and Wyll, I love them both and am tryna like get an equal amount of both BUT i don't rlly need more than one mage/socerer/whatever at a time ya feel.

The flaming gay va- I mean Asterion is almost entirely just there for unlocking things and disarming traps, man's an absolute twig in a fight 😭 I also like sending him up front to scout out the area in dungeons since I believe he has better perception. Also he was reminding me of someone for so long and I finally remembered what

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Karlach is my tank currently, she deals a majority of the heavy damage and I just love her in general so I like to keep her whenever possible (can sub for Lae'zel but idk I don't like her that much?? At first I did but now she's just getting into fights with everyone willy nilly ya know??)

Shadowheart is strictly there for protection and healing. I HATE THIS BITCH SO MUCH!!! (sorry to all the shadowheart fans out there) Just to me she's so "oh the goddess likes me and not you, guess I'm better than the rest of you uwuwuwu" like bitch shut the fuck up please.

As for romancing, not sure?? I know you can technically be poly in this game so I'm tryna romance as many ppl as possible without locking myself into anything (I just had to brutally reject Wyll by just turning away my face from kiss bc apparently it's smash him or break his heart and no in-between, also I looked it up and he's monogamous so I rlly would lock myself into it and I don't want that, EVEN THO HE'S SO SWEET AND LOYAL AND WHOLESOME AND I WANNA H*G AND H*LD H*NDS WITH HIM, FUCK YOU GAME-)

I'll prolly play the game again in a couple months when there's a mod that lets you simultaneously romance everyone cause my RPG self is a SLUT and wants to form the ultimate polycule in any game I play. Everyone is too loveable not to.

Buuuut in the meantime yea I'm just tryna rizz everybody (aside from Wyll cause game is like ok no kiss?? No romance fuck you little dwarven WHORE) up.

If the dil- I mean Halsin is romanceable, I'm absolutely gonna h*ld h*nds with that man. That beast. That guy with GIANT HUGGABLE PECTORALS MMMMMMM. Also the fire queen goddess suprem- I mean Karlach is I thiiiink going pretty steady?? Haven't had any new dialogue options for a while but I think we're in a kinda flirty zone currently so that's good. God she's so wholesome and wonderful, I love her with my entire being and soul. If anything happens to her I will exterminate all life on this planet and then myself.

As for Lae'zel?? I think she was a very much smash or pass person cause when I turned her down at the party she hasn't had much more to say to me sadge (which is fine cause idk like I said she's just been grating on my nerves) Not sure about the others, it's kinda hard to tell, especially with Gale. Maybe cause I've been rizzing other ppl, and I've heard he's also monogamous, wehhhhh (which is valid but c'mon let a bitch dream of polycules and giant sleepovers with a hundred blankets and everyone forming the ultimate cuddle pile around the tiny dwarf who will never know a cold night again)

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #bg3 #Baldur's Gate #bg3 spoilers #Baldur's Gate spoilers #game talk #Metaltea rambles #WHY CANT EVERYONE JUST BE PAN AND POLY #IT'D MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH EASIER AAAA

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theaustinrockwell · 1 year

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What is the Thorn in My Soul?

There is something about me that causes people to push me away, but I do not know what it is. In my first post, I talked about having all these desirable traits that people say they want in a partner, especially traits that take work and a healthy self awareness to develop, and yet I have never been in a real relationship. I have had situationships but nothing more. Whenever I try to pursue a relationship, people push me away and (verbally) violently so. This is me theorizing why the hell that might be.

The first thought is the masculinity question. Perhaps I am not masculine enough? I may have the decorations of masculinity, like an offroad SUV, a motorcycle, a beard, a Gen Z/millennial "mature skater/part-time lumberjack" wardrobe, and a love of dark beer, but maybe my core deep down is not masculine enough. Sisyphus 55 on Youtube recently talked about whether or not masculinity is merely an aesthetic of flannel and spaghetti westerns rather than a true collection of behaviors and traits. His answer was not clear to me, though he did make a good point that when the public is asked "What makes a good man?" the answers end up being a description of traits that make up a good person of any gender.

And yet there is something to masculinity that feels tangible. It is hard to nail down with the limits of human language, and yet we all have a picture of "masculinity" in our heads that revolves around overlapping archetypes. Just because it is hard to define does not mean it is meaningless or nonexistent. Identifying masculinity is like what Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart said about identifying porn vs. regular nudity: "I know it when I see it."

If you put a gun to my head and made me guess correctly, I'd guess that I am not masculine enough. Yes, I have the aesthetics, but there is still a timidity, agreeableness, and overall apologetic demeanor to me, like I'm sorry to exist. I don't make space for myself physically, socially, and philosophically the way other men do. However, I have realized lately that I have this demeanor merely because I am so confused at why people reject me. It is a cycle. I am "myself," then people reject me, then I resolve to improve and in that improvement I whittle away and polish whatever people seem to hate. What is left is a tiny lumberjack looking dude with resting bitch face and a motorcycle who opens his mouth and somehow sounds like a naive little cherub trying to get everybody to sing Kumbaya. This supposedly dynamic existence earns me the "I've never met anybody like you" phrase from my intoxicated friends, as well as the "I only see you as a friend" response from women somehow.

So what if I tried to be more masculine in personality? What does that look like? I will actually leave that question to be pondered and answered in another post, since a second potential thorn in my self is worth discussing, and is actually related to this one. Answering it may first may lead to a better answer to the masculinity question anyway.

Am I unattractive, because I always second guess myself? Is it a lack of confidence? In the men I see who are attractive to women, they are confident about most or all of the things that they do, even if they are insanely wrong. I don't quite have the same mindset as them. If I'm unsure of something, I will make it known. If there are a bunch of equally good decisions to be made or opinions to be heard, I will consider each one. When women look at me, maybe they see this holistic approach as a lack of resolve or drive or competence? Maybe they think when push comes to shove in social conflicts between me and others that I will give too easily? I may train martial arts, but what does that mean if I can't even defend an opinion? They're just words? How does that look?

How can a man who can't defend his own opinions provide for his significant other? Is my ambitious demeanor not discounted in others' eyes by the fact I back down to idiots in every day conversation? For example, if I say I want to be a clinical psychologist and I get into an argument with another student in class that they are wrong about AND I can cite the fucking publication that says they're wrong YET I back down, then what does that say about me? How does that "show" ambition or confidence? Or a dedication to the "truth" that I claim to have? What it actually is is conflict avoidance. Importantly, it is possible to get stuck in an argument with a true idiot who will defend their stupidity until they fucking die. It is smart to know when to quit with these people. However, my tendency to back down so quickly in most arguments, even when I have better data than anybody else in the room, comes off as weak. I get that that is unattractive and counteracts some of my other displays of or claims to self confidence.

What may have gotten me here, to conflict avoidance, is that when I have been convinced of being right before, I have been pretty harsh about it. When I am mad that somebody isn't listening to me and I know I am right, thanks to data and evidence, I have shoved people noses in it, like shoving a dog's nose near their own poop when they accidentally go in the house. That is rude and unnecessary in 99% of cases, unless the person is an arrogant, loud idiot on Twitter and deserves an equally loud public shaming. In my attempt to not be that anymore though, I have accidentally released all care about arguments and have become like a spineless being. I'm just floating in the ocean and letting everybody else make waves while I deal with it. The better way to deal with this would be a graded defense. I could defend myself and what I think is correct to varying degrees according to how important a topic or disagreement is. Then if somebody is trying to take me for a ride, I can use my charisma and deflection to get them to fuck off. This will be tough to do and I'm probably going to accidentally be mean to people who don't deserve it, but that is what apologies are for.

On that note, another thing I am working on that also ties into the subject of masculinity is the idea of "Shoot first, ask questions later." Put more nicely that is, "Act first, then readjust after." That seems to be the masculine way of doing things. I truly think people favor seeing that mindset in others. Being able to make decisions is a valuable skill. Leadership is valuable. Leaders also have to work with incomplete information but life has to go on anyway. The confidence to tell everybody what the next step is and say it with conviction is priceless. Jocko Willink mentioned on his podcast that even as a brand new SEAL in his platoon he was praised for making calm, confident decisions under high pressure. That was probably tough to do in a group of dudes whose careers revolve around a strick pecking order and violence. Confidence seems like a magic currency that we buy (or loan) people's favor with. If you make a confident bet and you're right, people love you. If there is absolutely nothing behind the confidence, you're found out to be a con man and maybe even compulsive liar or a psychopath. Maybe confidence is my problem? I have all these ideas and ambitions and truths to share but I am not showing them or standing up for them. I am showing people that my opinions are not worth much and they are simply believing me.

What does confidence look like? How about charismatic confidence? I want a kind of confidence that lifts others up but doesn't allow for my boundaries to be stepped on. When people challenge me, I want to confidently respond, "Yes, this is what I stand for!" I don't want to hurt people while I do it, but I don't want to make room for every single person's every feeling. That is my task for now, to explore standing up for myself and my well-researched plans and opinions and to find out how to do it without hurting people. There's no point in being CoNfIdEnT if I end up making the world a worse place.

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changlix-mp4 · 3 years

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skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1 ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

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mickules · 3 years

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ASK DUMP

But first:

OOPS [for context]

My hand slipped.

Yous all ready for a MAMMOTH ask post? I mean it this is LONG

[edit: completely forgot to add the ‘read more’ rip your dash this is L O N G]

(next set of asks are [here]! in smaller bites this time)

Honestly I’m kinda boring when it comes to headcanons, they’re mostly canon compliant or I end up floating about on the general consensus of popular fanon. Here, however, is a bunch of little titbits!

~Hifumi draws like Boichi. The idea he has a super detail oriented style and not a cutesy one cracks me up.

~The difference between Taeko and Celeste; those colour contacts are prescription. (Taeko doesn’t look too dissimilar to Toko and she hates that)

~Likewise, Gundham takes forever to get ready as he re-applies the “wards necessary to allow mere mortals to withstand the presence of The Supreme Overlord of Ice”

~Kazuichi on the other hand is au naturale. He just looks like that.

~Hiro is right, where do you think his clairvoyant abilities came from?

~Taka has had to shave every morning since he was 13, (he looks like Masaaki Sakai from Monkey if he grows it out) Mondo will never be able to grow any facial hair, and he’s salty about it. His hair is naturally curly but he straightens the back for that Pomp Aesthetic

~Taka is a very restless sleeper, never wakes up in the same position as he went to sleep. At Hope’s Peak he usually finds himself waking up across the room, on the floor.

~Additionally, He eats like a gannet - maximum efficiency (until he gets indigestion) [more on this]

~Red eyes and a diabolical resting bitch face is the dominant trait of the Ishimaru Bloodline. (POV trying to have a casual conversation)

~Takaaki is a divorcee not a widower; his marriage was an arranged one organised by Toranosuke, and when the scandal went down the marriage was dissolved by the bride’s family. [more on this]

She was 5′3′’

Takaaki just wants someone tall enough so he can take a nice photo (I had to google ‘no homo with socks’, I hope you’re happy)

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30% of Takaaki’s intimidation is his height, the rest is his Glare™

Ah! I can understand the confusion! That was actually an older Mondo, as the anon had asked about Kaito being Mondo and Taka’s kid. I’m easy going when it comes to pairing characters together, I don’t mind answering questions along that vein! I love to see other people’s interpretations, and how they imagine a relationship develops. I’ve seen some absolutely adorable art of them as a couple! Personally however, I don’t have a good idea of their chemistry in my head, so I don’t think of them as being together. At the very least not in this weird AU thing I’ve got going on.

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Bold of you to assume Takemichi hasn’t been keeping it a secret. Not out of fear or shame, but rather because Michi would do anything to keep nosy, overbearing, meddling Daiya out of his love-life. He’s seen how Daiya absolutely ROASTS Mondo every-time he strikes out, and Michi ain’t about to open himself up to that. I imagine Daiya finds out whilst frequenting a gay bar- like that Doctor/Donna Doctor Who scene:

He is then resolutely recruited as a Gay Consultant™

They become very popular regulars. (tags got me creasing)

@hawklanthebard

You’re not wrong - that’s a fabulous concept, but they’re gonna have to catch him first. Surviving middle school gave Taka an unusually highly developed intuition for trouble and an excellent default flight or fight response

Mondo having to deal with his gang associations negatively effecting his ‘civilian’ life and friends? *Chef’s Kiss*

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Taka with his wooden sword would be a sight to behold. Unfortunately, I doubt brandishing a sword would be welcome in a school environment - so he’d unlikely use it for anything other than exercise. ISHIDA ON THE OTHERHAND

Hifumi might have had a bit more trouble

@emiefaunwrites

(Thank you so much! That’s so very sweet! I’m glad you like! :D) SO I didn’t originally have a timeline when I started making the comics, but NOW I do, so it’s a bit of a mess lol! BASICALLY: ~Daiya survived the bike crash ~Mondo & Taka go to Hope’s Peak ~They become friends (I have a comic planned for this, and it’s NOT a sauna scene *wiggles eyebrows*) ~[The Yakuza Incident] this is when Mondo catches feelings, but chalks it up to the adrenaline of the situation ~[Mondo meets Takaaki] and [makes a great impression] ~Daiya is introduced to Taka, and gives him “The Shirt” unbeknownst to Mondo ~Taka has his own Gay Panic™ (this is another comic comin’ in the pipeline!) but he doesn’t recognise it for what it is. ~[Takaaki finds The Shirt, and him and Daiya make their plan] ~[The Hershey’s Kiss Incident] Mondo has to ask himself some PRETTY SEARCHING questions after this, whilst Taka has to wrestle with the revelation that if Mondo asked for a kiss, Taka would not hesitate to do it. ~ and Finally, eventually, a Confession (this is another comic, but it’ll deffo be a while before this one is done)

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@crackinwise

Takemichi sees the Oowada brothers as a single unit - he is 'second’ to both of them. So, whilst Mondo is at Hope’s Peak, Takemichi defaults to keeping an eye on Daiya to give Mondo some piece of mind, since Daiya still a target for rival gangs. Takemichi’s title of ‘second’ is just a formality of the gang. Daiya doesn’t really go in for the hierarchy stuff, but it’s the gang that insists on it and Mondo unfortunately really internalised it. From the gang’s perspective, you have the suave leader, his sharp, loyal 2nd in command and his volatile brother he has to reign in, when in reality Daiya delegated a lot of his responsibilities to Mondo and Michi over time, and was more a figurehead than an actual leader by his retirement.

(I’ve got some more Leon in a future comic - have a peek, he’s got such a cheeky face) [this comic is now done!]

Mondo’s unsuccessful romantic attempts are the favourite gossip topic of a surprising amount of class 78 tho’ not within earshot of Mondo obviously - They’re secretly cheering him on but they also have a betting pool based on how quickly he’ll scare the girl away. Celeste has made a very tidy profit.

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Taka is 100% the type who’d inform the mcdonald’s cashier that they gave him too many nuggets and try to pay the extra. He’s IMPOSSIBLE to do a favour for.

[persona ref here]

@chinchillasinunison

I agree, Mondo in specs is A+, but yes, ‘tis a persona reference. I FULLY recommend Persona 4 if you get the chance! It’s a JRPG, but the ‘dungeons’ are people’s psyches, and when they’re inside they have to confront a ‘shadow’ which is basically some aspect of themselves they’ve repressed or heavily dislike. The stress of being in the dungeons causes people to get dizzy and confused, and the glasses stop that- it suggests Mondo has already confronted his own shadow, before Taka had to confront his. . .

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That’s some excellent analysis right there! Taka 100% has some deep seated issues to do with his relationship with control. I think his new friendship with someone so far outside his understood norm of ‘acceptable’ would have rattled some of those insecurities loose. There would be an inherent need for Taka to try to ‘improve’ Mondo’s behaviour - to try to make Mondo more “acceptable to society”, the way Taka was taught to be. But by doing so, he would be removing something that makes Mondo who he is. It would come down to an internal fight of being a hypocrite for overlooking Mondo’s anti-social behaviour, or trying to control Mondo and making him into something he’s not. Taka would hate himself for not being able to accept Mondo wholesale, the way he wishes people would accept himself, and the way he knows friends SHOULD do - basically a microcosm of the wider span of his anxiety with his chosen path and future.

(ahhhh! !Thank-you! That’s supremely kind! I’m still really enjoying the Dangan stuff, and if I move on to other things and folk don’t vibe with it - It’s all good! No worries! My only goal on this tumble is to enjoy myself, and so far that ain’t changed :D)

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NOICE! Excellent recommendations I’m lovin’ them! Always happy to get more! 👀

Also, from that DR chatfic:

“TAIL ‘EM NAEGGI”

I have been outdone.

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(AH! You flatter me! I’ll keep on tryna be cool!) [pic is here!] Daiya and Takaaki being casual allies is definitely a dynamic I really enjoy; Crazy Crafters is such an enjoyable fic! All the little interactions and character chemistry works so well together! Chasml’s fics are ones that I keep coming back to - I ADORE Their characterisations.

@rc-hetalia-mun

Dang you right, Honestly I needed a kid and his mum for the Crazy Crafters [pic] and Hiro has such a fun design; it was inevitable.

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(AH! Thanks!! What a compliment!! :-0 !! ) Normally, someone as jacked as Mondo would have a craggier face, not unlike Sakura’s sharp nose and defined cheekbones - but he’s got surprisingly soft features, I think those big eyes and long tapered eyelashes really add to it.

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(!!!!!THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!) Taka doesn’t even smile that much in his in game sprites but I CANNOT HELP IT! He has such a wide, welcoming smile and I LOVE DRAWING IT!!

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(Thank you! I loved doin’ it!) All credit 100% goes to @monikamarkovova They have the most SUPREMELY FLUFFY MOTHMEN art and I am in AWE, I cannot compare. I do not know how they do it. [here for ref]

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(ahh! <3 thanks very much!) Here’s a bit of a behind the scenes! I do all my sketches in colour ‘cos I find it easier on my eyes. I have trouble telling the difference between colours of a close tone, so it’s easier to see when distinguishing between the sketch and the black lines when I’m doing lineart. Red just happens to be my go to since it’s quickest to get to on the colour slider and I’m lazy. The sketches you see are pretty much 1 to 1 what I use for lineart, minus the half tones. If I have multiple sketch layers, I’ll use multiple colours so I can see easier, but usually I do all my sketches directly on my guideline layer because I’m a madman. Here’s a coupla examples:

here’s a rare one where I didn’t draw directly onto my messy af guidelines- but I always start with red, then blue, then green and very occasionally purple if I need a fourth.

I keep the mini-comic sketches in red since I think it looks better. Black is harsh and can be unforgiving and I think it makes it easier to see how rough my sketches are. In colour it’s a little softer - and to me - more pleasing to the eye! (and even when I do use black- it’s usually at partial opacity to soften it out)

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AND cos I’ve been watching too much Natsume Yuujincho (FULLY RECOMMEND it’s delightful) Have a quick redraw:

As my brother described it “Kiyotaka and his Fat Biker Cat”

And that’s it for now! The ask box is nice and empty, thanks for so many brilliant asks and sorry it took so long! I’m working on ‘Taka and Mondo becoming friends’ comic and ‘Taka gets a clue’ (edit: this one is [done]) comic, and I hope neither will take too long! :)

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Hello! Um... I don’t really know how to start this but say I love your hc! I think you do a fantastic job on them, there all very sweet but being the s.o.b I am I’m here to ask for some angst. How would you think the lords act if their S/O died?

...I'm feeling mean. 😈

Warnings: Angst, Death, Horror Game villains making bad decisions/not coping with tragedy, suicide.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Denial, Denial, Denial

You can't be dead. There has to be something, anything that she can do to save you. Alcina scrambles for a solution, attacking the problem from all sides, despite the reality of the situation staring her in the face.

Immediately injects your body with Cadou in a desperate hope to save you. Any possible chance that he has to save you she's going to take it.

It's not likely that your corpse reanimates, but it does mutate. At the end of the process, what's left of your body hardly even looks like you anymore, and she can't bring herself to look at it.

She builds a gilded crypt for your body-- it's stunning. It's inspired by you, all your favorite colors, styles and hobbies are incorporate to make the room feel full of your spirit. Alcina is an artistic woman, and she throws herself into the project like she's possessed.

It might take years, even decades to complete. It has to be perfect. When it's done she feels accomplished, but twice as empty. It might be one of the most beautiful dedications she's ever made, but it can't replace you. She has the room sealed off with no way to get to it, so she can't be tempted to visit. She just needs a piece of of you still in her home, or she can't get through the day.

...If your corpse does reanimate, it's actually worse for Alcina. Whatever she brought back was a shambling, horrifying mess of mold wearing your face. It couldn't think for itself, or even follow commands--it just wanders in circles and attacks anything that gets too close.

She keeps your reanimated corpse in a cell, unable to bring herself to destroy it completely. Sometimes, she'll go down to the basement and talk to the thing like it is you, telling it about her day, having one-sided conversations and thinking of all the wonderful memories the two of you shared.

When its dead eyes meet hers, her lungs seize in her chest and tears gather in her eyes. Alcina doesn't cry often, but when your corpse meets her gaze she starts to sob. Those eyes used to look at her with life and love and now...

Still, she can't stop herself from visiting it. It's a compulsion she can't stop, and it tears open the wound every time, but some irrational part of her deep, deep down thinks that one day, she'll descend those steps and you'll be there to greet her with a warm smile.

In either scenario, she will never have another partner. You're impossible to replace, and she feels truly, genuinely empty without you. Rest well, Darling. You'll never be forgotten.

Donna Beneviento

There is such a thing as a last straw, and this is it for Donna.

Please remember: this is a woman who has lost everything. Mother Miranda might have given her a new "family", but Donna is not nearly as attached to these new members as she is to her original family. And the loss of her original family has shaped her in such a way that if you died? She would be absolutely devastated.

It's not fair to put this kind of pressure on you, but in a very real way you were her last hope for normalcy. She had all these plans to fix her family with you. You were so instrumental to her hopes for the future that now that you're gone, it feels like she has no hope at all. You were her missing link, her one true love, and now that you're dead...

Donna screams until her throat is raw when she finds out you're gone. Angie can't help her, nothing can. She just can't cope with reality anymore.

She'll build a life sized Doll of you to try to help herself cope, but the minute she tries to implant of piece of her Cadou in it, she is filled with such a vehement hatred of the thing that she starts scream-crying before she takes an axe to it's face and hacks it to pieces. How dare it pretend to be you?!! It's not even close to the real thing, she shouldn't even have tried--

She might try to induce a hallucination of you to help her get through the day to day, but it's not the same. She can't perfectly mimic your laugh, or your smile, or the way you tuck her hair away from her face. It's so obviously not you, and Donna is... alone.

I do hate to say it, but she will absolutely try to kill herself if you died. You were the one person who understood her, empathized with her, and you were her best friend. You were her support system, the one person who could carry her through the worst times in her life, but you're gone. Donna can't believe that anyone else could be there for her like you were.

Salvatore Moreau

Absolutely, irreparably broken.

When the two of you were in a relationship, you busied yourself not only with smothering Salvatore in all of the love and affection that you could, but you also did a lot to help his self-esteem and mental health.

You made sure he knew that he was loved, that you could never hate him, and even on your death bed you make him promise never to forget how wonderful he is.

Once you're gone, though, Salvatore cracks.

He clings to every bit of you felt behind. All of your jewelry, clothing, pictures and sentimental items are preserved to the best of his ability. Your living space is transformed into a shrine dedicated to you.

It's not healthy, but he also deifies you in his memory. Mother Miranda is no longer the only person that he worships-- the memory of you is now sacred to him. You become something holy and perfect in his mind's eye. It doesn't matter how many flaws you had in reality, your death has turned even your worst flaws into traits to be admired and praised. His perception of you is totally twisted.

Speaking of Mother Miranda, he regresses a lot. His adoration of Mother Miranda was something you were helping him work through, but now he's right back at square one, and even worse off than before.

Moreau can't make a decision on his own anymore--from what to say, to what to do, and sometimes even what to eat. After all, it's his fault that you died, isn't it? You were his partner and he used to be is a doctor. How could he possibly trust himself with anything when he couldn't manage to save the most important thing in his life?

To the rest of his family, he's more pathetic than before. His obsession with his Mother was usually limited to when she was in the room, but now it's constant.

If he ever hears the quote "It's better to have loved and lost, then never loved at all," he gets supremely, violently angry. No. No, that's not true, it's bullshit, how dare you even say that to his face.

If he hadn't loved you, you would be alive. He would be alone, but you would be safe. You would be happy.

Now he's alone, and all you are is dead. He can't ever come back from it.

Karl Heisenberg

Rage. Unending, earth shattering Rage.

Whatever killed you better start to fucking pray, because Karl Heisenberg will not quit until it's suffering.

He doesn't kill who or whatever it was. He let's it sit there, mangled beyond belief, and uses his knowledge of mechanics and biology to keep it alive in constant, unending pain.

It's cathartic for him, but not in a healthy way. The more he hurts it, the better he feels, but at the end of the day, you're still gone, and he's still alone.

He's... lost.

Heisenberg should be angry, fuck he wants to be angry more than anything, but the longer he keeps the thing alive... emotions seem like they're too far away anymore. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants... you.

He keeps something of yours in his pocket at all times, just to run his fingers over it and remember you. Your eyes, your laugh, your smile... It's almost like a stress ball, and these days sticking his hand into his pocket to wrap his fingers around the thing is the only way he can calm down.

Sometimes he turns to ask your opinion on something, or tell you a joke with a big smile on his face because this one is going to make you laugh for sure-- and then he freezes when the reality sets in once again. You're not here.

Remember, Heisenberg has idealized the two of you as this perfect partnership. You were the first person who looked at him and loved everything that you saw. You weren't just his first real relationship, the first person that he implicitly trusted, but you were also his very first real friend.

He wasn't the most friendly person to begin with, but he did get better because of you. He was still spoiled, a little socially awkward, and maybe his dark sense of humor would slip and get a little too much, but he grew as a person.

Now that you're gone, he can't even remember what it's like not being a cruel, empty shell of rage. All he has left is his hatred of Mother Miranda.

After a while, it doesn't matter if he's ready to take her on or not. He's going to face that bitch head on and kill her, or die trying.

If he wins, he's finally free. If he doesn't... that's not so bad either. Karl doesn't really believe in an afterlife, but there's something appealing about joining you wherever you might be.

#angst #death #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #dead reader #tw: suicide

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 3 years

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Collar (Michael Langdon x woc! Reader)

(The true battle is watching their superiority complexes clash; tw for shitty daughter/father relationship; enemies -to-‘do they wanna kill each other or fuck each other?’-to-‘oh shit are those butterflies’ ; good for her ; god complexes 😩👌)

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part six | firewood

“You were right to worry. Nadia doesn’t remember leaving Ariel, nor does she remember her death.”

“Her murder,” I snapped, glaring at the wall.

“Of course, Eve, no need to argue with me,” Myrtle said.

I blinked, looking over to Myrtle, John Henry, and Cordelia. “Right, right, sorry. I didn’t mean to sound angry towards you.”

Cordelia placed a comforting hand on my arm. “Although we do understand. You have a right to be upset right now.”

I nodded, looking down to the floor. John Henry spoke up again for what felt like ages.

“This doesn’t mean it’s over, Eve,” John Henry insisted, “If I had known then what…what that son of a bitch did to Nadia…”

“You didn’t know.”

“We all saw strange things the night your mother passed the Seven Wonders. Behold, Baldwin; they would join us too if they knew that he killed her.”

“I don’t trust Baldwin,” I said plainly.

“He’s loyal to the warlocks, but he adored Nadia. We all did. He would do what’s right.”

“Just talk to Behold. Not Baldwin.”

“But—“

“You know who else adored Nadia? My father. He thought she was beautiful and smart. He adored her so much he married her and had a child with her. Look how much that meant in the end. Behold’s a good person. I trust him. Don’t tell Baldwin.”

We sat quietly for a moment.

“…Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks. Next thing, though—Dad’s going to summon us. And we’re going to go ready.”

“I thought you wanted us to refuse him,” Cordelia said, “That’s what Zoe told me.”

I rose from my seat, starting to pace around the room slowly.

“If we don’t stop this now, if we don’t go to him, he will come to us. If he’s not getting his way, he’s dangerous, like a murderous toddler. Our sisters can’t be in harm’s way. I’m keeping as many people safe as I can, no matter what.”

I turned to face John Henry. “Which is why you are staying in New Orleans.”

He rose to his feet instantly. “What? Eve—no way!”

“Yes way, John Henry. You’re staying as far away from my father and the Antichrist as possible. Consider Miss Robicheaux’s academy political asylum. One of them will kill you if they get their hands on you.”

He looked at me with continued outrage. I crossed my arms with an annoyed sigh.

“What, you have an argument against not getting murdered?”

He stared for a moment, then relented and took his seat again.

“Good. Now, tomorrow we’ll meet and I’ll tell everyone the plan. Right now, we’ve had a rough enough day and need rest. Me and the girls will strengthen the ward before we go to bed, so rest easy.”

Everyone nodded, awkwardly shuffling out. Cordelia stayed behind. I gave her a questioning look; she smiled back.

“You know, you’re not the Supreme yet, Eve.”

My eyes widened slightly, and I chuckled, looking to my feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“I’m just teasing. It’s reassuring to see my successor so confident and decisive. I must admit, I never found that level of self-trust during my time as Supreme. I was always afraid I would turn into my mother. Selfish and power-hungry.”

I shook my head. “Nothing in this world—not a bone in your body would make you be anything close to Fiona. The fact you even worry about that is proof enough for me.”

She laughed. “If only you could’ve been this way when you first arrived on our doorstep. The coven could’ve been granted a more confident Supreme.”

I moved over to her, placing a hand on her arm. “Cordelia, you are exactly what the coven needed. We needed a Supreme guided by love and devotion above anything else and you gave us that. Forget about your flaws. You were perfect. You gave us the change that Fiona showed us we needed.”

Her eyes filled with tears as I spoke. She took my hand, gripping it firmly.

“If you weren’t the person you were when I got here? I would’ve been a nut job.”

I laughed softly, tearing up myself. She sniffed, shaking her head.

“Don’t say that.”

“No, no! It’s true. You were the first person I could trust and depend on to stay. Mom left me with Dad, and Dad is well…you know. I thought I’d only have myself for the rest of my life. That makes someone crazy. But you all are my family. And I got that family because of you, so thank you.”

We held each other’s gazes soulfully. I squeezed her hand tighter, feeling a hint of urgency within me I couldn’t understand. Something in me begged me not to let her go, to stay like this forever, to hang on for this moment as long as I could. I looked at Cordelia’s face, then smiled, standing up.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, okay? You need rest the most out if any of us right now.”

We went up the stairs and Cordelia suddenly faltered, grabbing onto the balcony with visible distress. My hold on her hand tightened and I swallowed, my throat tightening in the familiar way that signals tears, like a shift in the air on the open sea.

“Are—are you okay?”

“Of course, dear, just tired. Such a busy week, you know?”

I nodded, lowering my head. “Yeah.”

We walked through the corridors of the bedrooms, and Cordelia stopped us outside of my door, letting go of my hand. I met her eyes in confusion and alarm. Her face had changed. The look in her eyes had shifted. She touched my face, smiling fondly. Something about it was so intimate that it disturbed me. So human it was almost a curse to see.

“I’ll be okay from here. Don’t worry too much about me, Eve. Get some sleep, I’m sure the girls can do the protection spell without you.”

She walked on ahead, then paused, turning towards me again.

“You need to make sure you don’t suffocate yourself, Eve. You’re a rising Supreme, and that isn’t easy, and it won’t alleviate the mountains of pressure you put yourself under. Make your life full—keep friends and make your own family. Fall in love if you can. Find something you can do that makes you happy. Because when you look back, you’re going to wish you pursued happiness above all else.”

“I thought a Supreme is supposed to devote herself to her coven.”

She laughed softly. “A coven can’t nuture a Supreme. A coven can’t care for a Supreme. If you make your existence this world you won’t have a life. And…you’re too young to miss the opportunity to have one before it’s too late. Your coven depends on you. You lead and protect your girls, but when it comes down to it, this responsibility won’t bring you happiness. Find something that makes you happy, Eve. Anyone who loves you will want you to find that somewhere.”

Stunned to silence, I watched her go quietly until I heard her door open and close. After warding the academy, I went to bed and laid awake for what felt like hours.

Find something that makes me happy? I did, hadn’t I? My coven. They were my family, my place. I…it was what brought me happiness, right?

I frowned, turning over. It wasn’t like I felt happy at all, but I never really expected to. The thought bothered me, but I tried to ignore it and sleep. Eventually, my eyes grew heavy enough to succumb to rest, and my thoughts stopped.

I was awoken a few hours before sunrise by Queenie, who shook my gently. “Eve! Eve, please wake up!”

I stirred, groaning. “Queenie? What’s up?”

I rubbed my eyes, turning on my lamp and looking at Queenie. She was breathing strangely, was she laughing?

“Is every…thing…”

A pit formed in my stomach at the sight of tears on her face. I grabbed her arms in concern, sitting up fully.

“Queenie. Queenie, what happened? Did someone hurt you? Is there someone attacking the academy?”

“No! No…”

“Tell me,” I insisted, searching for her eyes.

She looked at me, eyes puffy and filled with grief.

“It’s Cordelia! She…oh god!”

I nearly stopped breathing. “Cor—Cordelia? What about Cordelia? What about Cordelia?! Queenie, please—!”

She crumbled in my arms, sobbing. I swallowed, holding her. I looked over to my doorway, seeing John Henry’s grim face. Fear was beginning to set in; what I was thinking couldn’t be true. It wasn’t allowed to be true.

“We heard a crash,” he explained to me, voice trembling slightly, “And she hasn’t woken up.”

My face contorted as tears began to prick at my eyes. I could barely manage words. “What do you mean she’s not waking up?”

He lowered his head, faltering against the doorframe. I stared at him desperately, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“What do you mean she’s not waking up?!”

***

“Now, Michael, I’ll be completely honest…I don’t know what she’s planning. But, I do know that when she comes we will be ready for her. My daughter has become clouded by those stuck-up bitches in New Orleans, but she knows what’s right and we can get her to see reason—“

“Mr. Augustus, can you explain something to me?”

Ariel paused, looking at Michael, thrown off by the interruption of his rant. “Of course. What would you like to know.”

Michael leaned forward slightly. “I’ve been very curious about it…if you despise those witches so much, how did you allow your daughter to live with them?”

Ariel bristled at the inquiry, avoiding Michael’s piercing gaze.

“It’s…”

“Hm?”

“She ran away after…Nadia—my wife, passed. I don’t know for the life of me why even to this day. Perhaps she felt more comfortable around women, or went to see her grandmother, but there’s no way her grandmother would let her live in that place.”

Michael’s eyebrows rose, his interest piqued. “If you don’t mind me asked another question, why not? Why would her grandmother stop her?”

Ariel eyed Michael suspiciously, taking his seat. “Why are you so interested in learning more about my daughter?”

A flare of indignation sprouted in Michael’s chest, but he maintained a calm appearance. He sighed.

“That’s my business. Just like it’s your business how your wife mysteriously died in your care, and your daughter asserts you plan to ‘get her out of your way’.”

Ariel’s face darkened. “Have you been talking to her? Why have you been talking to her?”

Michael only smiled. “That’s also my business. Now, neither of us want to share anything too dark, so why don’t you answer my simple question?”

Ariel sat back, studying Michael’s face, looking into his eyes. “Evelyn’s grandmother is a voodoo practitioner. She was alive for the war between them. She would’ve been livid if she knew her granddaughter was making the same mistake as her child.”

“Mistake? Mm…”

“What?”

Michael stood, eyes wandering in thought. “It just makes me wonder…is this mistake the reason you told Eve that she wouldn’t want to end up like her mother?”

A tension clamped down in Ariel’s stomach, and his fist clenched. “What? What are you talking about, I never told—I never said anything of the sort like that to her!”

Michael paused, looking down at Ariel. “Not here, no. In a different time, at a different place.”

He calmly walked over to Ariel behind his desk, making Ariel retreat away from him slightly. Michael, clearly pleased, smiled at this, and stepped towards him again.

“I may not know exactly what happened yet, but I do know you plan to harm her in some way. Am I wrong?”

Ariel only stared, too shaken to protest.

“Yes, that’s what I thought. I just want you to know this.”

Ariel’s chair flew forward until Michael stopped it with his hand, leaning down towards Ariel’s face, his eyes burning into his.

“If you touch her…if you hurt her while she’s here, I will make sure it’s something you regret for the rest of your life.”

The chancellor found he couldn’t catch a steady breath, nor hold the young man’s cold stare. “What…do you want with my daughter?”

Michael straightened up. “I told you, that’s my business.”

The doors behind him opened smoothly, and he offered Ariel another polite smile, despite the hollowness it carried through his eyes.

“Although, I can offer you some peace of mind by telling you this: I have no plans or desires to harm her.”

Ariel watched with disbelief as a hint of something glittered in Michael’s eyes. “I actually quite like Eve. I like her very much.”

“You…are interested in my daughter,” Ariel stated with uncertainty.

“And I won’t allow any harm to come to her. So I recommend you act wisely.”

After wishing Ariel a pleasant evening, Michael left and returned to his room.

With a heavy sigh, he collapsed in front of his desk, taking off his jacket and placing it over a stack of textbooks. He stared at his open textbook in complete stillness, then covered his face with his hand, shutting his eyes.

There was nothing he could find that explained the dreams he’d been having of Eve for the past couple of weeks. It was the only thing he cared about in this cesspool of witches and warlocks he’d submerged himself in besides burning it to the ground. He’d been playing with the thought he’d presented when she admitted she’d dreamt of him as well—was it something to do with their destiny, or was it because he wanted her?

He inhaled sharply, moving his face from behind his palm. The sensation of her lips pressing against his returned to his mouth as his fingertips ghosted over it. After he’d finally touched her skin, after tasting how sweet her mouth was, he couldn’t tell for himself. The lines around her had blurred.

He felt the pull when their eyes first met; that recognition, that familiar cold, ruthless gleam in her gaze. But he couldn’t define the moment when he first wanted her. The only thing he was sure of was that it was long before the dreams—they seemed more like a sign that his desires were growing uncontrollable.

Not a day passed where he wasn’t haunted by the way she shivered at the feeling of his fingertips against her back. The way she dug her nails into the doorframe as he let his breath caress her skin. The brief moments where her fortress cracked and she was vulnerable towards him, and her eyes softened with timid desire.

His desire was far from timid by now.

He’d told Ariel the honest truth; he had no intentions or desires to hurt Eve. In fact, his mind was often plagued with visions and fantasies of pleasuring her. Just like it was right now. His breath grew irregular as his mind wandered to a dream that he couldn’t forget if he tried; where he lost himself in between her thighs, devouring her, coaxing desperate pleas from her lips, feeling her body writhe with pleasure. It wasn’t like he didn’t fantasize about fucking her properly, but the thought of his tongue on her pussy drove him into a mild frenzy. He had to have her. Had had to taste her. All of her.

Ariel had finally stopped puttering around summoning the witches a few days later. Michael couldn’t help but admit to himself a little excitement—she was going to be near him again; her presence was going to cure his mental anguish. They were growing more connected, he could feel it, and he wondered if she felt it too. They were sharing dreams and possibly desires, did they share a mind as well?

“Morning Michael,” a warlock greeted kindly.

Michael politely greeted him back, but remained engrossed by his thoughts. He checked the time again on a clock in the corridor—eight-thirty. Ariel announced at breakfast that the witches were due to arrive in the afternoon. He wasn’t so pathetic to not be able to survive waiting that long to hear her voice again. He was the Antichrist! The devil’s spawn! As if he’d be hung up over some witch when he had plans ti end the world—he knew deep down that the only reason he so eager was their linked fate with the apocalypse. Still, he checked the clock. It wasn’t because he wished to see her of his own accord, he was a slave to destiny.

The hours dragged on like years. He studied and practiced in his room for his meeting with Cordelia Goode, the Supreme. He’d learned about her mother—a selfish, cutthroat woman that he likely would’ve enjoyed meeting. However, her daughter, reportedly had little backbone and a phobia of exercising her will. Her mother did, run the coven into the ground with her behavior, but Michael felt that didn’t warrant becoming some kind of witch mother goose. Ultimately it didn’t matter to him; he was going to destroy it all anyway.

Noon came, and Michael was starting to wonder if they were going to show up around dinnertime instead. He was a bit dismayed at the lack of Eve by one o’ clock and decided he needed some air at two. The leaves crunched underneath his shoes as he moved to sit down underneath the trees. The air was much clearer and lighter outside; even for something as monstrous as him, the oppressive energy emanating from the Academy’s walls was taxing to bear.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small golden snake charm, and holding it in the center of his palm to stare at it. He’d been practicing scrying when, instinctively, he reached into the mirror, and the charm was in his hand when he opened it. Michael wasn’t sure what the snake meant exactly, but he knew it had something to do with her. When he held it at night, his mind would get flooded with memories of him and Eve—he knew they were memories because they felt familiar to him, but they couldn’t have belonged to him because they were impossible. He could recall and feel every moment he’d spent with Eve easily, and these alien experiences he surely would’ve remembered before now.

So where did they come from?

That was a question he simply couldn’t answer.

At a certain point, Michael knew he was going to be noticed missing if he didn’t return. Begrudgingly, he rose to his feet and went back inside. Before he could, a sharp gust of wind collided with his back. It sent a shock through his system, and he whirled around with alarm.

It felt like her.

Of course, there was nothing but stillness before his eyes, and the gentle rustling of trees. With a swallow, he fixed his jacket and went back inside.

***

I stared into the fireplace of the dining room, gripping a glass with pale knuckles. Tears streamed down my face again. I gave up fighting them back. My red satin pantsuit glowed in the light of the flames. Dinner had long passed, and I was left alone. It was fine, I wanted be alone. I couldn’t handle sharing my grief, or my rage.

“Eve, are you still in here?”

I didn’t answer Zoe as she walked up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Eve, let’s go back to the hotel room. I know you don’t want to be seen like this by the warlock council tomorrow. You need some rest, not this.”

She removed the glass from my hand, and the ice tinkled.

“I didn’t even know you drank,” she remarked.

I gave a dry chuckle, tearing my eyes away from the flames. “Yeah, well, there’s a lot you don’t know I do.”

I rose from my seat, following Zoe as she led me back to our rooms. We stood silently in the elevator. My eyes wandered from the mirror ceiling to the stylized buttons, then to my reflection in the polished golden wall next to me. I saw the dried tears on my cheeks, and put on my sunglasses to hide my eyes as we stopped and the door opened.

When get got inside, Zoe gave me some water with ice and a slice of lemon.

“Are you sure you want to be alone, Eve? I’m worried about you,” she said, searching my eyes.

I smiled. “What, you think I’m going to off myself too? Don’t worry, I have unfinished business. It’s not wise.”

She didn’t find my words amusing. I let my smile drop, placing my hand on hers.

“I just…please let me be alone.”

Her eyes softened in empathy. “Okay, I’ll go. Just take a shower and drink some water and get some sleep, please.”

I gave her an amused look. “Alright, mama.”

She sighed. “Yeah; no more drinking for you.”

After Zoe left me for her own bed, I sat still, slouching my shoulders and taking off my hat, tossing it onto the nightstand. I kicked off my red flats and began to undress; just because I was half drunk and mad with grief didn’t mean I could ruin such lovely clothes with vomit or tears or by wrinkling. I let out a sigh after I’d undressed and hung everything up, standing silently in my underwear. It was a bit chilly; I went to turn on the heat. I felt the soft fibers of carpet underneath my feet and found some comfort in it. I turned on the television and hugged myself, rubbing my arms for some warmth and rubbing my feet against the carpet as I stared at the screen.

I could already feel the effects of the alcohol fading away like I hadn’t drank for an hour in silence. There was no way I’d be hungover tomorrow. Zoe didn’t need to be concerned about my appearance for the warlocks tomorrow, my appearance was impervious to the ravages of emotional devastation. The blessings of a rising Supreme were coming for me, and the first was impeccable health.

I went into the bathroom, seeking a shower like Zoe said. I turned on the hot water, then looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was glowing and flawless, my teeth were cavity free and disturbingly white…even the popped blood vessel in my left eye was gone. I’m obviously not going to complain about being perfect and beautiful, but I didn’t recognize this new face; this new body. All of the mementos of my life so far were washed away. It was like I’d died along with Cordelia and some stranger took my place. I didn’t look human. In fact, my reflection reminded me of him.

I broke my stare, took off my undergarments and got in the shower. I stayed in there for what must’ve been an hour. Afterwards, I called room service and got some dessert: a cherry soda ice cream float. It was something I’d never had before, perfect to christen my new body. It was good. It would’ve been better if the taste wasn’t dulled despite the power of my perfect tastebuds. Shock does that.

My phone buzzed, and I tensed, hesitating to pick it up. I eventually relented, seeing the contact.

Mom.

I hesitated again, but gave in and answered, holding it to my ear.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted softly.

Her voice was gentle as always, with the sweet lilt she always spoke with, but it sounded weak. She’d been crying. She was remembering things.

“How are you feeling?”

She let out a sigh. “I don’t…I’m sorry to be bothering you like this. You’re already going through too much…I don’t think I should add to it.”

“No, Mom, it’s…it’s fine. What’s up?”

“I just…I’m having a hard time accepting it. Ariel and everything. Everything I remember tells me he loves me—worships me. He was so gentle and caring and…”

She fell silent, and I heard a trembling breath.

“I know. It’s…unexpected.”

“It’s painful, you know? And all the things I wanted for you…”

I swallowed as a dull pain formed in my chest. “Mom, it doesn’t—“

“No, no, it does. You were in our crossfire, and I should’ve sensed it. I should’ve known his intentions, I should’ve been able to protect you!”

I smiled a little even though she couldn’t see it. “Well…I made it out fine, didn’t I, Mom?”

She was quiet too long. “Did you, sweetheart? People don’t bring the dead back because they’re fine.”

My smile dropped. I wish her voice didn’t sound that way. So much empathy, so much pity. It was like Cordelia. I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling my throat tighten.

“Mom, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

“Yeah.”

I hung up and laid down, shutting my eyes. I listened to the television, struggling to clear my mind. I turned out as fine as I could. I really did. And after tomorrow, I was going to come close to being a little bit better.

***

Eve never showed up, and neither did the rest of the witches on the day they were expected. Michael was displeased by this, but his curiosity had been piqued as well—had something happened? Did Eve prevent them from going? Were the witches planning to refuse him?! The thought infuriated him.

“We reached out to Miss Robicheaux’s Academy, but they gave us no details on the cause of the Supreme’s delay,” Behold said, a furrow in his brow, “They said they would stop by soon. Honestly, they could at least pretend to respect us.”

“They’re planning something. I know it,” Baldwin muttered, “They want us to burn as badly as we want them to.”

Michael remained silent, focusing on his plate of food, extremely disinterested by their mindless babbling.

“Perhaps you’ve heard something from my daughter, Michael?”

The dining table fell silent, and Michael paused, looking up and meeting Ariel’s measured stare. This must’ve been the look Eve got when she was younger, he thought to himself, the look he thought he could stand up to him with.

Michael smiled, laughing softly. “I’m afraid I haven’t heard from Eve in some time now. She hasn’t spoken to me since she left our academy.”

“I’m sorry, since when do you know anything about Eve,” Behold interjected with disbelief, eyeing Michael suspiciously.

“We shared conversation a few times during her stay here,” Michael said, sounding as dismissive as possible. “It’s nothing remarkable, really. Just the polite hello and some talk about the Seven Wonders.”

Michael’s eyes slid over to Ariel’s, challenging him to say something to disagree. He tensely went back to his food, and Michael smiled again, shifting his focus to the other warlocks.

“Nothing that would help us, unfortunately. It’s not like we’re friends.”

“I’m amazed she even had a conversation with you,” Behold remarked, eyebrows quirked, “Especially about the Seven Wonders. She dislikes addressing that.”

Baldwin scoffed. “I’d be shocked to death to find she liked anything.”

Ariel chuckled at this, but raised his fork in defense. “As unlikeable and displeasing my daughter has turned into as a woman, she has always enjoyed speaking about the ins and outs of magic. Not even Myrtle Snow can change that.”

Behold nodded, sighing. A hint of nostalgia softened his expression.

“I still remember the days where she’d be sneaking through the halls at night, arms filled with books from the library she’d chosen for independent study—at first I could catch her, but then she adapted and outsmarted me. Nothing would get between that girl and knowledge.”

Michael listened to Behold with heavy interest, observing the way the warlock’s face brightened at the memory. He’d even gone as far as to smile a bit until he felt Baldwin’s eyes on him, and went back to his food. No good to attract unwanted attention.

Ariel cleared his throat. “Well, everyone, let’s finish this and get some rest. The witches may come tomorrow, so we need to be ready. Michael, I especially want you to rest well.”

A soft assent spread throughout the dinner table. Michael sighed softly, finishing his glass of water.

“Of course.”

Michael didn’t sleep for hours. He just laid in bed, staring at his ceiling. He would shut his eyes and turn on one of his sides, trying to relax himself, but something kept nagging at him. Eventually he gave it up and sat at his desk, passively reading a textbook until his room began to feel too stuffy, and he needed to get some fresh air. It wouldn’t be difficult; he’d slipped out easily to meet with Ms. Mead before—

He exhaled sharply—would his mind not stray anywhere away from Eve for once? With a fervor he rose from his desk and slipped out of his room quietly. The night air would do him some good. He made his way through the halls silently, passing by the main hall and the library and the doors to Ariel’s office.

“Behold can’t know about this, he’s too…safe. He’s not willing to do the necessary dirty work.”

The sound of Ariel’s hushed voice made Michael stop in his tracks, and slowly move back to the door. He leaned against the wall, listening closely.

“I have to agree. He barely keeps silent about Nadia. He’d probably run to Cordelia if he knew about this.”

Michael rose a brow as he recognized Baldwin’s voice.

“So, it really only kills women?”

Baldwin chuckled. “You can taste it if you like! You won’t feel a thing. We can put it in their dinner or wine…the possibilities are endless.”

“All of the witches…gone…I can almost taste it,” Ariel mused.

Michael had moved closer, attempting to peek inside to get a glimpse of what they were talking about. It had to be a poison, but what kind? And were they planning to kill all the witches?

“Speaking of all witches…what’s going on with Michael? Is there something to be concerned about there?”

Ariel let out a sigh. “I’m not sure. He seems to be attached to my daughter. He threatened me. He’s acting…protective.”

“What did she do? What—I just don’t understand what could’ve happened.”

Michael retreated away from the crack, his mind starting to race as the two men fell silent. If they started questioning him, his plans to destroy the coven were going to become nothing more than a memory.

“We need a Supreme to take the coven, Baldwin. Michael is clearly the Alpha; there’s no getting around it.”

“I know. But once he is Supreme…his job will be done, and many Supremes have died early. We could give it a few years or more, we just have to be patient.”

Ariel sighed. “I had such high hopes for him. And Eve…she’s had Supreme potential since she was a teenager. She’s my child, but she’s been a loose end for too long. She would destroy all the change we worked for in a heartbeat.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. Not only did they delude themselves into thinking they could kill him, but Eve was on their hit list as well. He silently retreated away from the doors; he’d heard enough.

His plans for the coven would have to be executed earlier than expected.

***

The warlocks had been eating when Eve bursted through the doors of the dining room, flanked by two witches. She stopped, crossing her arms, scanning everyone’s faces through her sunglasses. She was dressed in all red again, hat and all.

Michael stared, transfixed. She felt different. The air in the room had changed upon her appearance. Something happened during her absence—something big.

“Eve,” Ariel said, his voice faltering slightly as he rose from his seat, “I’m pleased to see you again.”

She didn’t respond, removing her sunglasses. Michael was stricken by her appearance. She looked—quite literally—radiant. Unnaturally so. Her eyes, however, were red and watery, and were the only imperfect quality on her face.

“Where…is Cordelia?”

She turned away at the question. “Follow me,” she instructed firmly, “I’m only explaining once. All of you.”

She left and turned left, heading for the office. The warlocks sat in confusion for a moment, looking to the other for some confirmation or clarity until Behold rose swiftly and followed after. The students quickly went after him. Michael glanced over to Ariel, seeing him and Baldwin share a look. He quickly followed after his peers with a sense of urgency. The clock had begun ticking.

Eve sat at Ariel’s desk in intense silence as everyone shuffled in. Ariel entered last, eyeing her closely. She lifted a gloved hand, signaling everyone to come closer, then to stop.

“Okay, what would you like to—“

“Over these past few weeks, I have redone and passed the Seven Wonders.”

The news hit Ariel, Baldwin and Behold like a freight train. The boys muttered to each other with surprise and Michael quietly agreed with them. Eve held up a hand, making everyone fall silent. She moved to speak, but her eyes filled with tears. She wiped her eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath.

“And just last night…a tragedy occurred. The Supreme, Cordelia Goode passed away.”

Baldwin looked a little pale, glancing over to Ariel but finding him oddly composed. Behold went over to Eve, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her lips trembled, and she put on her glasses, letting out a sigh.

“Um…she did it to herself. We’re still investigating though, we have our suspicions.”

Ariel spoke up. “Suspicions, Eve? Are you implying anything?”

She scoffed, lowering her glasses to look at him. “God, get over yourself for one minute. The only thing I’ll say is that there was no evidence of witchcraft.”

Michael’s eyebrows rose slightly. Interesting. She stood.

“I’m sure you already connected the dots, but I am the new Supreme. Michael Langdon will not be taking the Seven Wonders. However, I still have business here.”

Eve met Ariel’s eyes. “If it cannot be handled properly and discreetly, it’ll be a bit of a spectacle. I suggest the parties involved govern themselves with a modicum of dignity.”

Her gaze went over the wards, then paused upon meeting Michael’s. Her breath caught visibly, and she held his stare. She asked with her eyes.

Did you? Is this revenge?

Michael slowly shook his head. She looked away, fixing her stare onto the desk before putting her sunglasses back on and moving to leave.

“That’s all. You may go back to breakfast.”

She brushed past Ariel. He moved to speak to her, but her eyes silenced him with their frigid anger. He moved away slightly, alarmed. Michael watched with interest. Something was about to come to a head and he was eager to see it.

He felt his stomach jump as she turned, glanced back and met his eyes again. Her gaze magnetized him, filling him with the urge to push through the crowd and take her in his arms. He wanted to feel her again. One of the witches followed her line of sight and frowned in confusion at Michael. He looked away, and the witches left the room.

He had to see her. He needed to slip away and see her alone.

***

“What was that about?”

I tensed, looking at Zoe. “What do you mean?”

She sighed in annoyance at my secrecy. “Eve, I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him.”

She moved closer to speak lower. “The Antichrist.”

I cast my glasses aside onto my bed, moving away from Zoe and sitting by the fireplace.

“I thought it might’ve been vengance. A life for a life. I took someone dear to him, so I wondered if he returned the favor.”

Zoe was quiet; I could only imagine what was running through her mind. All of the questions and implications. However, she only asked one thing.

“Was it?”

I chuckled. “No.”

I watched the flames eat at the logs, seeing how the wood shriveled and grayed. Zoe walked over to me.

“Eve.”

I didn’t answer at first. She squeezed my shoulder and I met her eyes.

“Eve, I’m worried about you.”

I smiled. “I know. Don’t be. I have it under control.”

That didn’t satisfy her. “You always seem to have everything under control.”

“And nobody has to worry about me,” I rebutted.

I placed my hand on hers. “Trust me. I know what I’m going to do. I’ve had this plan since I was fifteen—I’m pretty confident I can execute it.”

“I’m not taking about the war—“

I placed a finger to my lips, shaking my head. She nodded in understanding.

“Right.”

I let her hand go and turned my attention back to the fire. “Go set your stuff down. Decompress. You remember how to protect yourself, right?”

She left my side, going over to the door.

“Yeah—although I always forget the last part of the incantation.”

“Well, remember it. Come get me tonight if you can’t. I know we’re leaving first thing in the morning, but—“

“That, I don’t need an explanation for.”

I nodded. She smiled at me as she opened the door, then slipped out of the room and left. I watched the handle closely. An odd mixture of feelings sprouted within me.

I reasoned with myself to calm them—he wouldn’t be so reckless to come down here, not with witches next doors and warlocks breathing down my back. The though brought me some relief, but a twinge of dissatisfaction. I sighed, shaking my head and rubbing between my eyebrows. If I could control everything, my feelings could do me the courtesy of falling in line.

I heard a knock on Zoe’s door and tensed as I heard it creak open.

“Hey Queenie, what’s up?”

“Hey, Zoe. I heard you leave Eve’s room, so I wanted to see if she was in the mood to talk.”

I sighed. Please, no one else come in here…

“I think she could use the conversation. She’s being a bit distant with me, hopefully she’s more comfortable with you.”

“Okay.”

Zoe’s door closed, and I listened to the footsteps approach my door. I held my head in my hands for a moment, then looked up to watch the doorknob turn. I begrudgingly rose from my seat.

“Come on in, Queenie, what’s…”

The door opened, and I met Michael’s eyes. My stomach dropped, and I swallowed. I clasped my hands to stop my fingers from grazing over my lips; the memory of him created the habit. He entered carefully, watching me closely, and closed the door behind him. I let out a constricted breath.

“Looks like I can get in now.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” I told him, hushing my voice, “It’s…unwise.”

He scanned my face, then a smile formed on his lips. “I wanted to see you.”

I frowned, deflecting his words. “You were going to see me well enough at dinner.”

“And you know I wanted to be alone.”

He boldly close the space between us with a few long strides and stared into my eyes. His gaze softened and my stomach flipped. I took a step back.

“Okay, well, we’ve seen each other. You need to leave before you attract unwanted attention.”

I turned away, but he took my hand and I stopped.

“Don’t you think we’re a bit past the cold shoulder part?”

His hand was warm and soft; just like last time. My mouth dried, and I fixed my eyes onto the ground.

“Please don’t.”

“Why,” he asked, daring to sound a little hurt, “Do you not want me? Are you more committed to the duties of your coven now?”

I heard a smile in his voice. “Am I your enemy again?”

I met his eyes, giving him a cold look. “When did you stop being an enemy, exactly?”

I moved away and sat down by the fireplace again. He laughed softly, taking the seat opposite me.

“I think it was when I pulled away, and you told me to shut up and give you more.”

I scoffed. “I never told you to give me more—“

“With the places your hands were starting to roam, you might as well have said it.”

I met his eyes, feeling a bit competitive. “Don’t act like you weren’t minutes from tearing my clothes off.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t seconds from begging me to,” he shot back, a smirk growing on his face.

“I wasn’t.”

“Of course you weren’t,” he taunted, leaning back in his seat, “If I recall correctly, you could barely form words.”

He tilted his head, eyes glittering in the light of the fireplace. “Have you never been kissed before?”

A wave of unexpected nerves passed over me. I held my ground. “I don’t think anyone who whimpers like that when they kiss someone has much experience themselves either.”

That seemed to take him down a peg.

He looked away, covering his mouth, but I could tell that he was smiling.

“What,” I questioned, wanting to catch his gaze.

“Oh nothing,” he said cooly, rising from his seat. “I didn’t just come here to see you, though.”

I gave him a questioning look as he moved over to me. He smoothly leaned down at me from behind and spoke softly into my ear.

“Ariel and Baldwin are planning something. I wanted to warn you.”

I looked at him pointedly. “You know more.”

“Hmm, maybe I do.”

His eyes lowered to my lips. I watched his pupils dilate, and the air grew heavy around us as we both went still. I found myself leaning towards him and he gravitated in return.

“Too bad we’re enemies, right Eve?”

Michael’s gaze locked onto mine. He was wide open—I saw straight into him.

“Mm, your heart’s not in it. Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental now…”

“You’re teasing me.”

I cocked a brow, leaning closer. “Am I?”

“I missed you.”

“I know,” I said, letting a satisfied smile take form, “You’re too easy to read. Are you even trying to protect yourself from my sight?”

“You have no idea yet, do you,” he questioned softly.

I eyed him. “What are you talking about?”

He straightened up, looking down at me. “I’d tell you, but I don’t think I’m supposed to.”

“What, because we’re enemies?”

“No, not that. We’re bigger than that.”

I scoffed, chuckling. “Let me guess…it’s your fate again?”

“Not just mine.”

He moved away, starting to leave. I rose from my seat, spurred by something I couldn’t put a finger on. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and I spoke without thinking.

“Michael.”

He turned to face me with a knowing smile. “Yes?”

I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I just kept looking at him; at his smile and his eyes.

“Leave my girls out of this. And at least knock next time.”

His smile lost its feeling as he masked an emotion he didn’t want me to see, and his eyes became empty. He let the silence grow until my words started to press down on my chest. I looked away, letting my feet carry me towards him, forcing my hands to stay folded in front of me.

“Eve.”

I stopped in my tracks, placing a hand on the chair to try and feel relaxed and met his eyes. He wasn’t holding the doorknob anymore.

“I still feel it.”

My fingertips reflexively grazed my lips. He moved away from the door, watching me with uncertainty, unsure if he was welcome any closer. I laughed softly and he stopped.

“I know…so do I.”

The words lifted a pressure within me. I let my hands fall to my sides, stepping back as he came closer. He stopped, giving me a questioning look and I smiled in return. I felt the heat radiating from the fireplace against my legs. I held his gaze as he came closer, closer, closer until he was an arm’s length away. He lingered, raising his eyebrows.

I imagine he thought I wouldn’t move an inch. That I’d be frozen still, waiting for him to descend onto me like last time.

I lifted a hand, studying his face as I caressed his cheek, watching how his nostrils twitched as he took an unsteady breath. No, I was aware this time. Far more aware. I closed the space in between us, parting his lips with the pad of my thumb, watching a nervousness creep into his expression.

I teased him out of it. “What, isn’t this what you wanted?”

He took my hand, kissing my fingers.

“Yes. It is.”

It was a simple answer, but it summoned up goosebumps on my skin. It was his eyes. His gaze was heavy on mine. It slid down to my mouth, then to my neck, then lower—

“Don’t get too ambitious now,” I said, “There’s no place private enough in this hole in the ground to make me ever do that here.”

He chuckled, locking onto my eyes again. We stared at each other, and I cocked my head. His eyes darkened and his hold on my hand tightened. I could tell, he was about to pull me to him, so I grabbed his shirt and roughly pulled him against me, taking his lips with mine. His grip completely loosened and he let go of my hand as he grabbed onto my hips, pulling me closer—if it was even possible, backing me to the wall.

I let my instincts guide me. I took hold of his lapels and stopped him from moving me any further, pushing him into the chair he sat in before. He rocked back into it with wide, thrilled eyes, grabbing onto the chair’s arms as I removed my coat, tossed it aside, and climbed into his lap. I took hold of his face, tasting his mouth, feeling his shuddering breath against mine when our lips broke apart for only the gravest need for air. His hands anchored on my waist, then immediately starting roaming my body eagerly.

“Eve,” he muttered, his voice low and throaty, “Eve…”

I pulled back, pressing a finger to his lips, breathing heavily.

“Shh. There are eyes and ears everywhere.”

Michael’s fingers found the buttons of my shirt, and he grinned at me. He leaned forward, eyes swimming with lust as he undid them quicker than I could think. To be fair, I couldn’t think very fast at the moment. It was hard to break my mind from the consuming pull to devour the man under me, and to resist the urge to undo his pants and completely succumb to it. But I could resist. My desires were in my grasp—I was in control.

He started to kiss sloppily up my chest and throat, making my eyes flutter shut as I tilted my head upwards without a second thought. His smile grazed my ear.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you stay on top?”

I slid my fingers into his hair and tugged, pulling his head back and looking down at him. I smirked.

“I don’t hear any complaints,” I said, pulling my shirt out of my pants, “In fact, I believe you just begged me for more.”

He didn’t give any protest, he just pulled my shirt off and ran his hands up my back.

“Then give me more, Madame,” he said, eyes taking in my body hungrily.

I felt something shift as his hands took hold of my thighs from behind, and I let him pick me up and move me over to the bed. He swept my glasses off of the bed and they clattered onto the floor while he laid me onto my back and got on top of me, immediately pressing his lips against mine. I started to pull his shirt up, my other hand undoing his belt, making him smile.

“I thought it was too dangerous,” he said, starting to fumble with the button of my pants, “Too many eyes.”

“Why did you move to the bed if you didn’t want to give them a show?”

I snatched his belt out from his pants and pulled him down against my mouth again. He laughed, still fumbling with my pants. He frowned, looking down at them and I moved his hands away with a small smile.

I undid my pants, meeting his eyes, and he unzipped them, sliding his hand down over my underwear, leaning down to kiss me. His hand was warm over my aching sex and I gasped softly at the feeling as he pressed his fingers down and started to rub. I opened my legs slightly, adrenaline racing through my veins when—

“Eve!”

A loud knock came to the door that violently shook me out of the moment. We both froze in place as another voice sounded from the door. It was Queenie and Zoe.

“Eve, are you okay?!”

I looked at Michael and pushed him off, mouthing the word ‘hide’.

“Eve, we’re coming in!”

I got under the covers and stilled myself, gripping Michael’s belt in my hand as he hid under the bed. The doorknob turned, and I relaxed completely.

A tense silence filled the room as Zoe and Queenie walked in slowly. They approached my bed and lingered over me.

“She’s sleeping,” Queenie said, “There aren’t any monsters in here. False alarm?”

“Yeah,” Zoe agreed, “But that doesn’t explain who came to my room looking and sounding exactly like you.”

“Maybe it was one of the warlocks. Or Langdon.”

Zoe shuddered a little. “God, this place is so creepy.”

Queenie scoffed. “You can say that again. All that matters is that Eve’s safe though, so let’s go. She needs the sleep.”

“You’re right.”

“I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this hellhole…”

Two sets of footsteps departed from the room and the door opened and closed. I waited, listening until I heard Zoe and Queenie’s doors open and shut until I opened my eyes. Michael crept out from under the bed, looking annoyed.

“It’s filthy under there,” he said, brushing his shirt off.

“I doubt anyone cleans under there.”

He looked at me and moved to kiss me again but I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. I smiled.

“You can go now.”

Michael looked at me with confusion. “You want me to leave?”

“I think it’s best we quit while we’re ahead.”

I handed him his belt as he rose to his feet, looking a little displeased as he stared down at me. I tilted my head up more as he stood and observed his disheveled appearance—his wrinkled, untucked shirt around his unbuttoned pants (when did I even do that?), his messy hair, his rosy cheeks and lipstick-reddened lips. I smiled a bit upon seeing that, touching my lips with slight embarrassment.

“You might want to use transmutation to go back to your room and clean the lipstick from your mouth,” I said, “Unless you want to be seen like this while leaving Witch’s Way. Not a good look for your best friends Ariel and Baldwin.”

A pleased glint formed in his eyes. “I doubt Ariel takes kindly to me leaving his daughter’s room under mysterious circumstances, regardless of how I look. After all…”

My eyebrows lifted slightly as he grabbed my jaw with a firm hand, holding my head up all the way back to look deeply into my eyes.

“Who knows what someone like me would do to his little girl?”

I closed my legs, squeezing my thighs together as I held his piercing gaze. His pupils were darkened in the light that came from the fireplace. He saw something in my eyes, and seemed satisfied.

“And who knows what his little girl would want me to do to her?”

I swallowed, averting my gaze with unexpected sheepishness. I pushed his hand away and stared into the fire.

“I’m not his anything. Don’t speak of me as if I belong to him. I don’t.”

His belt buckle clinked as he redressed and neatened himself up. “Of course you don’t belong to him, Eve.”

My eyes darted back over to him in surprise. He smiled at me with a fondness that kindly softened the corners of his smile, the quality of his eyes. Their blue color glittered in the fire as he grabbed his jacket from the seat.

“You don’t belong to anyone. Not even to me.”

He lingered after he redressed. I felt the knot that had formed in my stomach release, and I rose from the bed and went over to him. Michael’s eyes questioned me as I caressed my fingers over his hair and smiled.

“What?”

I leaned in, placing a gentler kiss on his lips, making him cradle my face in his hands automatically and return it. The intimacy of it made me soften. My hands were stiff as I held onto him. He seemed to respond to my tenderness with a firmer grip; a stronger hold. We began to stray from the door again and I pulled back.

I opened my eyes, looking down at his trembling lips. I whispered against them.

“Now get out, idiot.”

He laughed, releasing me. I stepped back, holding myself as I glanced to the wall.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

I looked up in surprise at his words only to find I was alone.

***

“We can’t just let this happen!”

Baldwin shook his head in unbearable frustration. “I can’t—that little girl will ruin us all!”

Ariel sighed, watching him from his desk.

“Baldwin—“

“You and I both know she’s just been waiting to get revenge—and don’t act like she doesn’t know about her mother, she always did.”

“Baldwin.”

Baldwin stilled, falling silent. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Ariel, what on earth are we going to do? Eve is not Cordelia; she doesn’t trust anything we do. I bet she’s warned those witches of hers about poison.”

“Maybe she has. Maybe she hasn’t. This isn’t the end.”

Baldwin looked at him curiously, taking a seat.

“What’s your proposition?”

“We stop being timid and take what’s ours.”

Ariel closed his fist around the air and squeezed tightly, his knuckles getting pale.

“Eve wants to meet with me. We keep it private; kill her then.”

“What? Ariel—“

“We’re losing time,” Ariel exclaimed, cutting off Baldwin, “We need to destroy that coven at its source. Losing another Supreme so quickly would have them in shambles—scrambling for any kind of stability.”

“Myrtle won’t—“

“Then we get rid of Myrtle.”

“How on Earth do you plan—“

“The same way I got rid of Cordelia Goode.”

Baldwin sat back, pale as a sheet, then chuckled.

“Eve says they found no evidence of witchcraft.”

Ariel smiled. “There was no witchcraft. I have a contact.”

He rose from his seat, going over to his liquor and making himself a drink.

“In fact, you just might know her. You may have seen her on TV.”

#ahs apocolaypse #ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #michael langdon #cody fern #SoundCloud #Spotify #black y/n #michael langdon x reader #my wriitng #amaranthine_enihtnarama #my fic #spotify #fanfic authors #woc y/n

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simplydm · 3 years

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I don't know if I understood my own assignment, but here we are either way. Introducing a shitty y/n fic that's definitely not actually about dropsbyponk. Enjoy.

I woke up to my phone going off with the master oogway remix ringtone.

I grabbed it and answered the call. “Hiii bestie!”

“OMG y/n where are you???” My BFF George yelled down the phone. “First period is about to start! You’re gonna be late for the first day of school!”

“Oh fudge! I slept through my alarm!” I jumped out of my bed. I put on my favorite outfit- a pair of Supreme skinny jeans, Yeezy shoes, and a super cool limited edition shirt with lemons on it. I went to put my hair in a messy bun, but then realized I couldn’t because my stupid ex cut off my fucking arm months ago. I went to the mirror and sighed. I was just so clumsy and weird. No boy would ever love me.

My stupid mom burst into my room, holding a bottle of white claw in one hand. I rolled my eyes at her. My mom, the Other Mother as I called her, was such a bitch. Plus, people kept calling her a milf (IDK what that means though LOL). She always told me how average I was, and I hated her.

“Corali- I mean, y/n, get out of bed, you lazy fuck! Your new owners are here!”

“My owners? What does that mean?” I asked in confusion.

“Your new owners.” The other mother repeated, rolling her eyes and taking a deep swig of white claw. “I had to sell you to pay for more booze. Now get your butt downstairs right now!”

I grabbed my supreme backpack and quickly packed a few essential things, like my supreme baseball bat, my supreme wrench, and my supreme fridge. My sight was blurry with tears as I made my way downstairs. I couldn’t believe that my own mother was selling me! Was it because I wasn’t quirky enough?

“Oh, and here they are now. Y/n, meet the Eggpire, your new owners.” My mother said with another shot of white claw.

There was an entire group of people in the kitchen, staring at me. There was an actual cat, a woman covered in flowers and vines, a fuckboy in a white hoodie with a huge gold chain, a red box, and a literal demon.

The demon spoke. “Oh muffin! Hello y/n! I’m Badboyhalo, and this is the rest of the Eggpire! We’re your new owners!”

And so I left my house for the last time, now with my new owners. We got into a van and drove away. I broke down into tears as my house went out of sight. I was really gonna be late for school now.

“Shiiiiit, what’s wrong, y/n?” said the fuckboy, whose name was Punz. He bit his lip and did a sick fortnight dance to try to comfort me.

“I just can’t believe that my own mom would sell me!” I sobbed, wiping my tears with my supreme tissues.

“It’s okay, y/n.” said the cat in a gay kind of way- his name was Antfrost. “Your mother was a bitch! We saw how she treated you, and we knew we had to come rescue you from her evil grasp!”

“She may be a milf, but not one I’d muffin.” Badboyhalo said, shaking his head. “Right Skeppy?”

“Skeppy!” Said the red box, who I suddenly realized was an actual thing, not just a box.

“I promise, we are a lot nicer than your mom.” The flower girl said- her name was Hannah. She adjusted the mirror to smile at me as she drove. “Don’t worry- just because we’re called the Eggpire and we all have red eyes doesn’t mean that we are bad people! Y/n, I think you’re gonna fit in great!”

Days passed, and I came to love my new owners. Sure, the Eggpire did some strange things at times, like go down to the basement and stand in front of this huge red egg and receive instructions from it, but otherwise, life was great. Even better, I realized that the neighbors on either side of the Eggpire’s house were super hot guys. I hadn’t actually seen either of their faces yet, because they always walked around without shirts, but I knew they were hot. It was just a matter of time before I met them.

One day, I was outside, sunbathing. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me.

“OMG can you move!” I sat up to glare at the person blocking the sun, and then gasped.

“Y/n?” asked Sam, my ex boyfriend. We had been madly in love until he had brutally cut off my arm. He was terrifying, but like, also, terrifying in a hot way. “What are you doing here?”

“Why hello Sammy Wammy 123.” I said with a huff, crossing my arms over my supreme bikini. “I live here now with my new owners, the Eggpire.”

“The Eggpire?” asked another voice. Me and Sam both turned to see a gigantic golden man walking towards us. “The Eggpire plot has a lot of unique storytelling aspects that should not be overlooked or considered confusing. Some people write off the entire egg plot because it doesn’t have their favs in it, being rude to the writers just on principle. Perhaps if people took a step back and were actually respectful to the story, they would also come to see what a masterpiece it is.”

I stared open-mouthed at this golden hunk. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.” I said, extending my hand.

“Oh! Hello! Im Foolish double-underscore Gamers, but cuties get to call me Foolish.” Foolish said with a wink. He shook my hand with a big smile.

“Hello, Foolish.” Sam said. “I was just telling y/n about how good I am at building and also redstone and also coding.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” Foolish replied, taking off his shirt, exposing his rippling golden abs. “You know, y/n, I also build. In fact, I built that whole place over there!” I looked over and gasped at the array of beautiful pyramids and buildings in the nearby desert. “I’m really big and strong and have a lot of muscles.” He flexed his arm at me and smiled.

“Well my dump truck of an ass is the talk of the town!” Sam said. He also had his shirt off now, and turned around so we could admire his dumpy.

“That’s a pretty good dumpy.” I murmured.

“True.” Foolish agreed. “However, I do a lot of shift dancing, which means my ass is sculpted as hell!” He also turned to show me his dumpy.

I fanned myself. I had never had two beautiful men fight over me before. Foolish and Sam glared at each other, and then looked towards me.

“Y/n, I love you!” Sam said, putting a hand over his heart. “We’re made for each other! I may be your ex now, but we can go back to the power couple we used to be!”

“You cut off my fucking arm, Sam!” I exclaimed, gesturing to my lack of a left arm.

“I know.” Sam said, his chest heaving with emotion. “But I still love you, and it wasn’t actually my fault when you really think about it.”

“Y/n!” Foolish called to me, picking up some sand and letting it fall through his fingers dramatically. “I would never cut off your arm, because I love you too much. Also I’m 23 feet tall, which means I have a huge… personality.”

I looked back and forth between my green ex and the new golden love interest. They were both so hot. I knew I had to choose just one, break the love triangle into a straight line.

“Sam, Foolish, I know I have to decide between you two. You’re both amazing and super hot guys. So, I chose-“

“Drop those stupid boys and go out with a real man like me!” A voice suddenly said from behind me. I turned around and gasped.

“Grammy-award-winning musician Kanye West?” Me, Foolish, and Sam said at the same time.

“That’s right, it’s me, Kanye West.” Kanye West said.

“OMG, I choose you, Kanye West!” I squealed. I jumped into his arms and we walked off into the sunset together, singing the most romantic song in the world.

Nobody wanna see us together, but it don’t matter, no. Cuz’ I got you.

#ponk #dropsbyponk #dream smp #foolish gamers #awesamdude #bbh #dsmp #Eggpire #foolsamponk #speak up dm #if I become an author and this post gets found I’m murdering all of you /j #dm writes #dm’s cursed posts

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkookx OC ( Complete)

Chapter 1

[ Read the rest here : Chapter 8 ( Final)

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Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Sweat dotted the edge of my hairline and I felt like my entire body was on fire. I was wet, so fucking wet and the sound of him ramming into me, over and over again was absolutely obscene in the quiet of the bedroom. I was on my back, a thin black tie cutting off my vision and all I could feel was the steady staccato of his dick pounding into me.

“Oh fuck.. Fuck...Just like that Jungkook fuck....”

I could barely recognize my own voice. Wrecked and ruined, breathy and almost a whine.

My shoulders ached from being stretched up, wrists almost numb from the handcuffs that held my body up to the head board. I felt like my shoulders were gonna pop out and I panted, fuming at him internally because he’d done it on purpose, locked the handcuffs a rung higher than usual which meant that I wasn’t lying comfortably on the bed as usual .

“Look at you.... look so fucking filthy like this angel....” He smirked down at me, fingers like a vice around my waist holding me up and almost off the bed as he pounded into me, each thrust carrying the entire weight of his muscled body. It hurt so bad it felt good. My thighs ached from where they stayed wrapped around his slim waist.

“Fuck...don’t stop...” I felt my head fall back, the ache in my back intensifying. I was so close....so fucking close, I could feel the heat as it built up, licking its way up my spine, The angle was perfect, his cock had a slight curve to it when he was fully hard and that just meant that he managed to hit my sweet spot every time he pistoned in.

And God we’d been at this for so long now... almost a whole damn hour and my senses were frayed, my body so sensitive and wrung out that all I wanted to do was cum.

So, of course Jungkook being the supreme asshole that he was, chose that moment to stop moving completely.

My heart jumped to my throat in panic, my body lifting off the bed, chasing friction and his hold on my waist tightened, so much that I was sure he had bruised me.

“Hmm.... Don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do, baby....” He drawled, voice husky in a way that made my ache worse.

“What- no..wait you fucking asshole ...” I screamed knowing what was coming and refusing to accept it. Fuck i hated him... Fuck Fuck....

He gripped my waist and slid forward again , but instead of sliding in he slotted his cock between my thighs, pulling my legs together so he could fuck into the gap and yes, it was really fucking hot but I was so close....I needed him inside me ......

“Please....Jungkook please don’t...” I begged, dignity forgotten because I was not a fan of delayed gratification.

“Shush shush.....What’d I say about taking what I give you.....and to be fucking honest, I’m not sure you really like my dick all that much...” He said, sounding thoughtful and my head swam in confusing. What the fuck was he even on about?

“What? Are you kidding me? I let you fuck me almost every damn night why would you-”

“So why’d you go have dinner with Namjoon hyung?” He pinched my nipples', both at the same time, twisting and pulling till I whines, eyes watering enough to soak the silk of his tie.

“What -- That’s... We’re not fucking dating....I can have dinner with who I want....” I snarled in disbelief, tugging fruitlessly on the handcuffs. Why the fuck had I agreed to this??

“Not after cancelling on me, you can’t... And certainly not with my brother, angel..” Jungkook snarled right back and I flinched when I felt his hand come down near my face. For one horrifying moment I thought he was going to slap me but what he did was rip the blindfold off me. Momentarily still blinded, I blinked till he came into focus and felt that familiar and unwelcome swooping sense of attraction.

Jeon Jungkook with his long midnight hair and ivory skin. Doe eyes that carried entire galaxies in them and those soft, thin lips that smirked at the drop of a hat.

Fuck him... Fuck him for being so fucking attractive that my heart stopped every time I saw him.

He was staring at me and the raging anger on his face really shouldn’t make me wetter but it did. I wanted to sob as my entire body clenched, aching empty and desperate to be filled again.

“You sent me a fucking dick pic... “ I whined in despair. “ You were literally in the office when I was at dinner with him , how the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted to see me....!!!?”

Jungkook reached down and began stroking himself and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief.

“Jungkook....” I warned, feeling the desperation morph into genuine anger now.

“I wanted you to suck me off in my office. Isn’t that part of what my dad pays you for?” He drawled and I felt fury bloom. Jungkook knew just the right words to say, whether he wanted to turn me on or make me feel murderous....

He scooted forward , straddling my chest and I bucked hard, trying to throw him off but it was fucking impossible. I flinched when he slipped a palm under my head, gripping my hair and yanking my head up till his cock pressed up against my lips.

“You owe me a blow job, princess.....gonna open up?” He gripped my hair harder and the pain made me keen.

“If you stick your dick in my mouth I will bite it off....” I growled, resisting the urge to thrash because it only made my scalp hurt more. He laughed at that and I stared at him, the pink of his dick right on my lips and for a moment I almost had a pavlovian response to it. Almost opened my mouth and took the hard delicious length of it into my warm mouth.

Shaking my head just enough to dislodge the head off my lips, I glared at him , my stomach clenching as he stared down at me, wicked dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pretty red lips parted in that sexy infuriating smirk of his. He gripped himself harder, groaning as his eyes rolled back a bit at the stimulation. I stared at how his long fingers wrapped around his length , the way he was so shameless in chasing his pleasure. His thumb traced the head, finger dipping lightly into his slit and he moaned, almost shuddering at the sensation. I wanted nothing more to touch myself, at least relieve some of the excruciating pressure between my legs but Jungkook had planned this, had put me in handcuffs fully intending to leave me high and dry .

I stared at him and he glanced back, his face momentarily open in pleasure, lips spit slicked and parted and tongue poking out as he let out a breathy, ‘ fuck’ and i knew he was close.

He always looked like a fallen angel when he was close to his orgasm. Fucking beautiful son of a bitch.

But no matter how gorgeous he was, Jeon Jungkook was an incorrigible jerk and I knew exactly what he was gonna do,.

I pursed my lips shut and turned my head away when he came , snarling when the hot wetness coated my face. Jungkook always came like a fucking hose and I could feel globs of it cling to my face, even my fucking eyelashes.

When I turned back , snarling and ready to unload on him, he was already crawling away, but not before scooping up the last of his release on his fingers and reaching down to grip my cheeks with enough force to get my mouth open.

I whimpered when he stuck his finger in, the familiar taste of his cum only making my body thrum in desperation. I hated him. Hated him so fucking much.

“Taste good, baby?” He drawled softly, chasing his fingers with his tongue and licking into my mouth, swirling his cum all over my tongue with his.

“My filthy little slut...” He whispered against my lips, voice tinged with so much feigned fondness that I nearly bit his lip.

“Take the handcuffs off, you fucker.” I growled, watching as he slipped on his boxer brief and his jeans. I fully intended to grab the vibrator on my desk and get myself off the minute he let me out of the handcuffs.

And next time....

oh, boy next time Jungkook was going to be on his knees begging me to let him cum....

He was sweaty and looked like a mess but he never stayed around long enough to even take a shower. Now that I knew I wasn’t getting fucked my attraction for him was gone, replaced by homicidal fury.

“Hmm.... I’ll think about it.” He shrugged, reaching for the white button down on the floor.

My eyes nearly bugged out.

“What the fuck do you mean you’ll think about it?” I snarled.

“Your sister told me she’ll be dropping by at around five today..... I’ll leave the key on the dining tanle. She’ll help you out...” He grinned at me wide and I felt my heart drop through my throat.

I spluttered as he dangled the key tauntingly , whistling as he moved to the door.

“THAT’S A WHOLE TWO HOURS AWAY JEON JUNGKOOK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!”

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“Do I even want to know?” My sister stared at me in honest disgust and I knew I must’ve looked a sight , with dried cum all over my face. But i was barely listening to her. I knew exactly what I had to do....Knew exactly what I could do to have Jeon Jungkook frothing at the mouth.

“Areum? Are you listening..?” She called out when I raced to the bathroom. I quickly turned on the hot water , grabbing a washcloth to scrub at my face. Jungkook was going to regret this.

When I finished taking a shower, scrubbing myself clean and stepped back out, my sister was airing out the room.

“Mom has been talking about setting you up with people and here you are , whoring around with that Jeon brat....” She rolled her eyes at me but I ignored her, moving to the closet with my lingerie.

My mother had high hopes for me. After blowing through my dad’s entire legacy with her fancy clothes and expensive bags, she was now panicking. She wanted me to marry big and granted, Jeon Jungkook came from a filthy rich family but he was still the prodigal son and his father made it plenty clear that unless he danced to the older man’s tune, he would be out without a penny to his name.

But that was none of my business. I wasn’t going to marry the dude. I didn’t even like him.

All i really cared about was getting him back for leaving me unsatisfied today.

I grabbed the most scandalous piece I had, black and completely sheer. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination and I felt saliva pooling at the back of my throat just thinking about how Jungkook would react to this. The first time I had worn it, he had held me up against the wall and fucked me senseless.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked my sister as she began picking up the different pieces of clothing scattered all over the room, dropping them in the laundry basket on her hip.

“Can’t I just come check on my beautiful baby sister? “ She smiled and I rolled my eyes .

Hana was the perfect daughter in every way. She was a professional artist, married to the gorgeously successful surgeon, Dr. Kim Seokjin who happened to own the largest hospital in the country.

And it was hard to hate her because she had endless patience for my shenanigans'. Because to be honest, this wasn’t the first time she had walked in on me lying debauched, courtesy Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Which brought me to my current mission.

“Okay. I’m fine. I’m actually on my way out so you can either crash here for a while or you can leave...” i waved dismissively, running to the bathroom to slip the dress on.

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I rang the door bell again, feeling my body thrum with impatience. Why the fuck wasn’t he answering the damned door? I was wearing simple summer dress. The fastest thing I could take off.

“Areum?” Namjoon’s surprised face barely registered on my face. He was in his sweatpants with a glass bowl filled with chips and he looked completely thrown by my presence.

I shouldered past him, moving to stand in the middle of the living room.

“Is everything okay? What’s wro-”

I grabbed the hem of the dress pulling it over my head and tossing it away on the couch.

Namjoon dropped the bowl and if it weren't for the ridiculously thick fur rug underneath us, the thing would have shattered to a million pieces.

His eyes were wide in disbelief, mouth slack in shock as he stared at me and i could actually see his dick swelling in hi sweatpants as I stood in the completely see through babydoll.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

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‘Fuck, yeah...that feels so fucking good...” Namjoon growled , gripping my waist as I rode him, his thick cock stretching me out so good that I moaned in relief. Stupid fucking Jeon Jungkook.... Namjoon wasn’t bad per se but he didn’t know the nuances of what I liked. Jungkook had this sinful way of rolling his hips up into mine when I rode him and it always made me see stars. But no matter....this wasn’t the main reason I was here.

“Don’t cum... I want you to come on my face .” I whispered softly and Namjoon shuddered, grip on my waist tightening.

“Fuck..yeah,.yeah,.,.,okay,,.,anything you say.,...” He stuttered.

I reached down to rub my clit because I wanted to cum too and I sighed in sweet blessed relief as my orgasm washed over me, my walls clenching around Namjoon as I rode it out.

“Fuck, I’m close...” Namjoon whispered and i clambered off him to kneel between his legs.

“Take a picture.” I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera , pressing it into his hands.

“Wh- What?” His pacing faltered and I didn’t let him think too much , lest he change his mind...

“I want a picture of me choking on your cock , Joon oppa.... A picture with you painting my face with cum..please...please...” I blinked up at him through my wet lashes and I could almost see his mind disintegrating at the visual.

“ Shit okay.... okay...”

I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking quickly and taking him in deep, my mind swimming with glee as he clicked away.

“Fuck, I’m cumming...” Namjoon began and I pulled away, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out just as he came , making sure I stared straight into the camera as the first few spurts hit me, right across my tongue. I stuck a finger in my mouth, making a show of sucking it and Namjoon groaned, clicking away more pictures.

“Fuck...tell me I can get these pictures...” He moaned and I laughed, crawling up to kiss him.

“Sure baby.”

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I called Jungkook first, simply to give him a chance to redeem himself.

The thing with Namjoon was impulsive and while i didn’t regret it per se , i didn’t want to drag Namjoon into this without just cause.

“what the fuck do you want?” Jungkook’s annoyed voice made my hackles rise.

“A fucking apology for starters.” I snarled into the phone. The fucking audacity!!!

“Listen , I’m on the way to Sana’s place.... So I don’t have time for your toddler tantrums. I’m hanging up”

And he actually hung up.

I stared at the phone, shaking in disbelief.

I quickly flipped through the photos I’d taken , trying to find the one that would make him furious enough to ditch his fuck for the night. Sana? Who the fuck was she anyway>?

I picked the one that was most obscene, you could see my sheer bodice, my nipples and the curve of my breasts, Namjoon’s cock resting against my tongue, spurts of his cum over my tongue and my cheek bones and the highlight- my eyes staring right at the camera in defiance.

Perfect.

Nothing riled Jungkook up more than defiance.

I opened snapchat , sending him the pic.

I stared at the caption in satisfaction.

Your brother tasted better.

I relaxed against the pillows, glancing at the clock over the door. It was a little past eleven but knowing Jungkook.... he’d be here within the hour. He had a key to my apartment so I locked the bedroom instead.

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“Kim Areum!!!!!!!!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment rousing me from my nap. I blinked groggily and stared at the mirror.

11.25 PM.

I felt a smile creep into my face. A new record.

The door into my bedroom shook on its hinges as he knocked on it. Hard. I moved to stand close to the door , reveling in the fact that Jungkook was on the other side, likely losing his everloving shit .

“I’m too tired, Jungkook...your brother really put me through the wringer...” I whined piteously and the knocking stopped.

“Open the motherfucking door, Areum or I’m gonna fuck you so hard its gonna put you in a fucking wheelchair .....” He growled.

I smiled.

“Good night Jungkook. Oh and you better leave soon...my sister is sleeping in the guest bedroom.”

Ignoring his frustrated snarl , I turned the lights off.

Kim Areum- 1.

Jeon Jungkook -0

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Author’s note : I was just really inspired by that pic of pic of Jungkook in the see through shirt. Lemme know what you thought :-*

#jungkook smut #jungkook fics #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fics #bts au #bts fanfics #bts smut

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Nightmare paradise; Doctor Strange x daughter reader

*Author’s note*

Now I know this may not be my best work but I have been DYING to make a Doctor Strange daughter fic since like FOREVER!! A lone solo without any real relationship patterns in tact (mostly Peter Parker WHICH I DON’T DISAGREE WITH AT ALL. I’m just saying I hardly see any other fics that just revolve SOLELY on Stephen strange and a daughter reader. THAT’S IT.) So in the end THIS is what ended up being born.

Also I LEAVE FACVE CASTING OF NIGHTMARE UP TO YOU GUYS!! I personally imagined Troy Baker’s voice for Nightmare but you guys can picture WHOMEVER you wish to be the character for Nightmare. Also this fic is LOOSELY based off of WandaVision but DON’T WORRY NO SPOILERS OF THE SERIES IS GIVEN. I just took a plot point from the series and had it work for the Doctor Strange universe. Enjoy my first Maevel fic in FOREVER dearies :)

Warnings: Swearing, the BLIP mentioned and described, Thanos mentioned (yeah he’s a warning), some battle sequences, blood (if you’re squeamish).

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@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@soy-guey

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring off. I groaned and reached out to try and shut it off but no matter how many times I was slamming my hand on my desk, my alarm was still blaring. Finally I got out from under my covers and unplugged my clock and saw just how bright it was outside. I let out a groan and collapsed back to my pillows.

“Why do I have to be woken up so early?” I groaned tiredly before heaving myself upward and out of my bed. I walked towards my jointed bathroom and took my morning shower. After that I got changed and went downstairs to eat my breakfast.

I lifted my hand and soon a pop-tart came into my hand and I unwrapped the tinfoil and took out one of the two pop-tarts.

“It somehow amuses me to see you use your mystic arts to bring you your breakfast when you could just get it yourself.” That deep familiar baritone voice spoke out to me.

“Coming from the guy who just last month used his powers to wash his car when he was teaching me the form of astral projection.” I sassed back at him.

“That was for the purpose of multitasking.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“What are you talking about of course it is.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is too times infinity times infinity there I win!” I chuckled and teasingly poked my tongue out at him.

“When did you get sassier than me, dad?”

“More like you inherited your sass from me. But no one can out sass me.” He said as he playfully booped my nose.

“Yeah but never forget dad,” I then took his arm and kicked his leg in before tossing him over my shoulder to finally pin him down. “I’m the more clever fighter out of the two of us.” He hummed questioningly.

“You sure about that?” suddenly I was levitated in the air and constricted in a familiar red velvet cloth. I looked down to see the cloak of levitation had my arms pinned to my sides and was levitating me just a few inches off the ground.

“You cheat!”

“The Sorcerer Supreme never cheats.”

“But my father does.”

“You know you better choose your next sentence very carefully.” My dad threatened with that growl-like tone to his voice, but the twinkle of mischief and playful smirk on his face told me that this wasn’t a real threat.

“Or what? Parlor magician.” Next thing I knew the cloak of levitation had lifted part of it’s material up and it started messing up my hair. Not only getting it tangled up but making sure it gave my hair a static charge to it.

I exclaimed as I pleaded it to stop before it was too late, but soon enough my hair resembled a porcupine with it’s quills standing up. My dad laughed as the cloak finally released me and I fixed my hair.

“Very funny dad.”

“Oh I think it’s very funny.” He said through his deep baritone chuckle. I tried to adjust my hair but some strands still remained on end. “Here, let me help.” He then licked his fingers and I exclaimed.

“Eww gross you know I hate that!”

“Well it’s either this or we wet your hair again and you don’t have time to argue because you’re already 10 minutes late for class.”

“WHAT!?” I looked at the grandfather clock and saw that it was already 7:50am. “Shit!”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah language!” my dad scolded me. I growled lowly and said.

“Okay fine just fix it hurry!” he soon made my hairbrush appear and he gently re-brushed my hair to it’s normal way. Any crazy strand that was out of place, my dad would lick his fingers and tame it down by stroking it down to the rest of my hair.

“There you go, back to your normal gorgeous hair.” I then quickly opened up a portal to my school but before I left the cloak once again grabbed my arm preventing me from leaving.

“What now?”

“You know the rules, come on. No matter how old you get you never leave the house without giving your old man a kiss.” I looked up at him then stood up on my tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m going to be late.”

“You’re always late.” The cloak finally freed me and I hopped through the portal and gave one last wave to my dad before closing the portal back up. As the last warning bell rang, I quickly raced through the back entrance of the school and raced to my first class.

The day went on as normal. First block Advance Science, second block, PE, followed by half of third block being English and then lunch at 12:15pm and that’s where I was right now. We had about a half hour for lunch before continuing the second half of 3rd block since that’s how second lunches go.

See my school has this strange set up based on whatever class you have for your 3rd block depends on your lunch schedule. If you had an elective class (choir, drama, band, orchestra, art), a foreign language, or science class you had 1st lunch at around 10:30am (so that means you eat lunch before you would go to your 3rd block class).

Second lunches (like me) follow under English and Math have the first half dedicated to class, then lunch then we continue our class. And then 3rd lunches are for the people who eat lunch after their 3rd block classes, they’d eat then go straight to their last class of the day (history, PE/driver’s ED, health, home economics).

I was sitting with some of my friends when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Hey (Y/n)!” I turned and saw my group of friends. I walked over to our table and that’s when one of my friends Courtney said.

“Yo (n/n) what be up?”

“Nothing much, just trying to get by in Mr. Gordon’s class.”

“I still can’t believe you somehow managed to pass his class when a friend of mine is struggling so bad. And he’s never done bad in the advance classes.” Said another friend of mine, Bobi said.

“I think it comes from having a neurosurgeon as a father. Well former neurosurgeon.” I said recalling the accident. Of course I never told my friends that my dad eventually became a superhero that could bend time and reality to his will all thanks to his training he did with the former Sorceress Supreme.

“Well no worries (n/n), I’m sure your dad will get back on his feet soon.” My friend Jay said.

“Yeah, he is a strong man.”

“Then how come he got bleeped away like the rest of the world did?” said Kira. I looked up at my ginger haired friend in shock.

“What did you just say?”

“I said then how come when my dad gets the shit knocked out of him, he just bitches about it?” I looked at her confused for a second and that’s when Kelsey answered.

“Just be thankful your dad at least tries to work. All my dad does is drinks and sleep.” I patted her shoulder comfortingly as I continued eating my pizza.

When school was over, my friends and I went down to the bowling alley since it was Friday. We reserved our usual lanes and got into our teams. I was up next to bowl for my team, I took hold of my red bowl, lined myself up and took a deep breath in then exhaled out.

‘(Y/n)! (Y/n)!’ my dad’s voice soon screamed in my head. His tone sounded urgent and—worried? What was going on?

“Yo (Y/n) you alright?” Mikaela came up to me placing her hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” She gave me a comforting squeeze on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, just make the shot otherwise we’ll lose and you are our best striker.” She went back to her seat and took a sip of her diet coke. My team was cheering me on, I took another deep breath but just as I took my run and let the ball go, my head suddenly felt like it was splitting open.

The ball went straight down the gutter and I was soon met with all these flashes. I saw my dad, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, and these—other people including myself on what looked like a deserted wasteland of rubble.

There was this giant purple being that we were all fighting, a flash of green and then I saw my dad turn to dust. When my vision came back I could hear my team groaning and my other friends who had their team cheering.

“WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!!!” Danielle exclaimed.

“Gurl you never. Miss. A. shot!” Mikaela snapped at me.

“What the fuck was that (Y/n)?!” Jay yelled.

“Ehhh thanks (y/n). Now you guys have to pay for the meal.” Courtney said as she snapped her fingers in victory.

And I don’t know how or why it happened but suddenly I was back holding the ball in my hands, staring down the pins and my team was cheering for me. How did I get back here? Why was I back here? I felt myself step forward a few times and release the ball and soon I got a perfect strike.

My team cheered as the pins were cleared and a new set was placed down in front of me.

“Alright (n/n)! One more strike and we win!” my ball soon came back onto the ramp and I picked it up, stepped forward and released the ball and low and behold another strike! My team cheered while the other team groaned in defeat.

“Oh yasss Queen!” Chris exclaimed.

“Alright Courtney, pay up you’re buying the pizza now!”

“Damn you (y/n).” Courtney sneered at me as she took out her wallet and left the payment for all our pizzas and a tip for our waiter.

After that it was already getting dark outside and when I looked at my watch I had seen that it was now 10:30pm.

“Well guys I gotta get going.” I told them.

“Yeah I promised my mom that we’d go shopping for my sister’s wedding next month.” Mikaela said.

“Yeah and I gotta get up and ready for work by 8am. See yah guys.” Courtney said and soon all my friends and I went our separate ways. I went into an alleyway to open up a portal to get me back home when I heard a sudden crash behind me.

“Hello?” I cried out. Nothing but silence replied back to me. “Who-who’s there?” another crash was heard just head of me but I didn’t see anything.

The quick fluttering sounds of a cape or cloak whisked past behind me and when I quickly turned around I thought I could see the cloak of levitation, but it was so dark and so fast I couldn’t tell for sure.

I quickly made my portal and jumped through it and immediately closed it before finally starting to hyperventilate. My knees turned to jelly as I collapsed to the ground trying to control my breathing.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong sweetheart are you okay?” I looked up and saw my dad kneeling down beside me.

“I—I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not. Come on let’s get you up to your room and settled in your bed.” He picked me up, holding me like how he always used to hold me when I was little and carried me back to my room.

I was now in my sleep pants and an old nightshirt. My dad made a tall glass of milk appear by my bedside and he said as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

“Now, you wanna talk about why I found you hyperventilating at the bottom of the stairs?” I took a sip of my milk and said.

“It’s just…..I don’t know. Something weird happened today.”

“Like what?”

“Well there was something that Kira said to me. She—” but for some reason what I was about to say slipped my mind.

“She was going to say what?”

“She……she said……I-I can’t remember. I had it but now it’s….it’s gone.”

“Okay, what else happened? I know it couldn’t be just because of what she said.”

“Yeah, yeah then there was this sense of……déjà vu. Like when I was bowling I……” but again like before, when I was about to speak about—the thing it slipped my mind once again. At this point my dad was looking at me like I was mad. “I…..I can’t remember the déjà vu thing either. Daddy, am……am I going mad?” he pressed his hand against my forehead.

“I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers.” He said gravely. “But I’ll tell you a little secret. All the best people are.” He said with a grin. I looked at him with my bitch face which made him chuckle.

“Must you always quote Alice in Wonderland to me?”

“It’s your favorite movie and book of all time. You remember how you’d always beg me to read it to you as a little girl?”

“One look with my puppy dog eyes and you succumbed every time.” He pressed his forehead against mine as his nose gently rubbed against mine as he chuckled that deep baritone chuckle of his. The type that always made me feel safe.

“How about this, tomorrow we just take a day for ourselves. Just the two of us. We don’t even need to leave the house.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“Great, love you sweetheart.” He leaned in and kissed my temple before leaving my room and shutting the door behind him. I downed the rest of the milk and suddenly felt sleepy. I collapsed onto my pillow and like a lightbulb I fell right asleep.

But throughout the night I kept tossing and turning as I was hearing not only my dad’s voice but Wong’s voice too. They were both frantic with worry as they kept calling out to me.

When I opened my eyes I found myself back at that wasteland and I saw myself fighting against the giant purple alien. I was holding the sacred sword of Vishanti. I saw myself leap into the air and swing the sword downward but the alien caught it with his bare hands. The two of us struggled with our strengths until he grabbed me by my white tunic and threw me like a ragdoll.

My dad soon came in with the bolts of balthakk which broke apart the ground around the purple giant but his gauntlet glowed a bright purple and shit a blast towards my dad. But my dad summoned a portion of the mirror dimension and used it as a shield to protect himself before sending it towards the giant.

While the giant was distracted I then suddenly came flying over my dad and sent the Crimson bands of Cyttorak to bind him while my dad multiplied himself using the images of Ikkon. He surrounded himself around the purple giant and each image created their own binding bands which shot down towards the giant purple creep.

But he used the gauntlet again and soon my dad’s image went back to just himself and my hold on him was also severed. He used the gauntlet to bring my dad closer to him but I couldn’t hear what he was telling my dad.

What I did see was him taking the eye of Agamotto and crush it into his palm before throwing my dad aside knocking him out. I then heard myself scream out towards me dad and saw the rage in my own eyes.

I saw myself let out a battle cry as I leapt into action. This time using hand to hand combat using the sword as well as creating my own shields to block his attacks. Wow I was a rageful monster with whoever this guy was. But—why is this so familiar to me? I know this couldn’t be just a dream, it’s like—a memory? A vision maybe?

All I know was that I saw myself getting weaker with each kick and punch I tried to throw. That was until I saw myself getting stabbed in my side. The purple giant then said.

“I respect you young witch. But now you’re starting to become a nuisance.” I then watched as he took out the sword from my side and I saw myself collapse onto the ground bleeding heavily.

I found myself gasping as I woke up and looked around to see myself still in my bedroom. I turned to the clock and saw that it was 1:45am. I quickly raced downstairs, in the total pitch black of my house not knowing what I was doing.

“And just where do you think you’re going little miss?” my dad’s voice soon said. He turned around in a chair as he turned on the light beside him.

“I-I was only…….”

“You weren’t planning on sneaking out were you? You know my rule. No venturing out after midnight.”

“No dad I-I-I wasn’t.” he stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder. However I felt his nail sink onto my skin piercing through my shirt painfully. I bit my bottom lip trying to keep in a scream or even a sound of pain.

“You know how it makes me feel whenever you disobey your father. You wouldn’t want to make father angry, do you?”

“N-no.” I whimpered out.

“That’s my girl.” Suddenly my dad was shot with a bolt of balthakk. I ducked down holding my shoulder and saw a small amount of blood actually on my fingertips.

“She’s not your girl, she’s mine!” I turned around and saw Wong and my dad?! Wait what was going on here? Why were there two of them? My dad was in his full Sorcerer Supreme outfit as the cloak of levitation had him hovering over a few inches off the ground.

My dad who had been shot across the room growled out as he stood back up.

“Impossible. You were gone! I’d seen it for myself!” he hissed. My other dad smirked and said.

“14,000,605 possibilities I had seen and only one victory. That possibility has already come to pass. Now I’ll only tell you this once,” he clapped his fists together and soon his shields came over his hands and he warned my dad. “Let. My daughter go less you face the wrath of the Master of the Mystic Arts.”

“(Y/n) you need to come with us now before it’s too late.” Wong told me.

“I—I don’t understand……how?”

“Sweetheart listen to me, I’m your real father. Just come stand behind Wong and I and we’ll get you out of here.”

“Don’t listen to him (Y/n). I’m your real father. Who would know what your favorite lullaby was?”

“(Y/n) I know he may seem like me but he’s not. It’s Nightmare. He’s kept you trapped in the Dream Dimension for 3 years.”

What? Then suddenly behind me a giant green and black blast of magic shot up in the air. As my dad’s body soon began to morph into another male’s body, wearing a familiar green and black attire, his hair growing wild and madded like a lion’s mane, his nails growing sharper and blacker like claws, his teeth turning to fangs and his eyes. Those once warm blueish-green eyes that once held warmth now turned a frightening and haunting yellow with a black pupil at its center.

Suddenly it all came back to me. When Thanos had snapped half of the population away, it gave Nightmare the advantage and power boast he needed to try and escape the Dream dimension and enter our own.

So three years ago I along with some other Sorcerers (those that were left) went to the Dream Dimension to stop him from invading Earth. But due to everyone’s fear and guilt of losing their loved ones and what the world had come to, Nightmare was almost too powerful to stop. He had killed one sorcerer who was still in her training and another one he had driven mad with fear.

In order to spare the others as well as the rest of the Earth, I volunteered myself as penance. I told Nightmare that he could have me if he spared everyone on Earth. He agreed and sent the rest of the sorcerers I had brought with me back to Earth leaving me under his control. I guess he had me relive a normal life with my dad where it was mainly us, no Thanos, no other Avengers, just me and him.

A haunting laughter was heard as Nightmare spoke with his true voice.

“Right you are Doctor. However you’re only partially correct this time around.” He walked right up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders gripping them once again. “Your daughter came to me by her own freewill.”

“That’s a lie! My daughter would never surrender herself to the likes of you!” Nightmare turned to me and disappeared into black smoke before reappearing behind me.

“Do you want to tell him? Or shall I?” he said as I felt one of his claw-like nails nick across my neck. I hissed in pain and felt a small amount of blood dripping down. His finger brushed across the cut and I could see him lick the blood off his finger from my peripheral vision.

“I’m sorry dad.”

“(Y/n)…….why?” before I could say anything Nightmare simply shushed me which in turn silenced me. I tried to speak but not even a peep came out of me. Nightmare had taken my voice.

“Seems she had more common sense than you did. The daughter of the Sorcerer Supreme is a precious treasure to uphold.” I felt him stroke down my hair, the very same way my dad would always do it to me.

“This is your last warning Nightmare, let her go or else.”

“Or else what? In case you hadn’t noticed I’m the one in control here. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been before. And you’re in my dimension which gives me the homefield advantage!”

“Yeah, but there’s one thing you still haven’t let go of. Your constant need to brag.” My dad said with a grin. Nightmare looked at my father confused which gave me the chance to free myself from his grip and I binded him with the Crimson bands of Cyttorak. Wong soon joined in and pushed a wall from the mirror dimension right towards Nightmare sending him out of the room.

My dad raced up towards me and the two of us embraced each other. I felt his left hand press against my temple while his right touched the base of my throat. I felt this warmth come over me and I said to him.

“I’m sorry dad.”

“Apologize later. Right now let’s get you out of here. You’ve been in here long enough.” He took my hand and we quickly made a run for it.

The normal streets of New York melted away and I finally saw the Dream dimension for what it really was. A dark black shadow surrounded the sky with haunting eyes staring at you and fanged mouths snarling or taunting you with your worst fears and guilt. Doors were also scattered everywhere, each one leading to somewhere you didn’t want to be or even get lost in.

And at the bottom of the trail we ran along at, an endless, empty abyss. One trip or a slip, then it’s a never ending fall throughout the Dream dimension. Wong let out a few shield platforms for us to hop across.

“Come on! The door we came through won’t be in the same spot for long.” He was the first to hop onto the first platform but then just before dad and I could even take the first leap, a python suddenly shot out from the floor and took hold of my calf.

“(Y/n)!” my dad exclaimed. I was being dragged towards the edge of the trail. I tried my best to scratch myself back towards my dad but the python continued to drag me towards the edge till I was finally dangling over the abyss.

My dad summoned the sword of Vishanti and threw it straight into the python’s eye which forced it to let me go as it recoiled back in pain before disappearing into a puff of black smoke. Dad quickly brought me back onto solid ground and we both saw my leg was heavily bleeding.

“Never did I think I could hate snakes even more than I usually do.” I groaned out a joke.

“Just be thankful he didn’t conjure up a venomous one. Try to stop the bleeding.” The cloak of levitation came off my dad’s shoulders and wrapped itself around my leg, tightening itself up to stop the bleeding.

“You and Wong need to get out of here. You guys can come back with help.”

“I’m not gonna leave you here again that’s not happening!”

“Dad I can’t walk! And without the cloak you can’t fly.”

“We’ll think of something.”

‘I’m afraid there won’t be any time for you three, or should I say you two.’ That’s when we noticed that Wong had suddenly gone missing.

“Wong? Wong!” my dad called out.

‘Face it Strange, you’re in my dimension now. And thanks to your daughter’s powers I’ve grown more powerful than ever before!’ My dad picked me up bridal style and proceeded to run.

Somehow we managed to find somewhere to hide. One of many doors that simply looked like a dark cave. My dad sat me down and that’s when the cloak unwrapped itself from my leg and my dad began to heal my leg as quickly as he could.

“Dad…..if—if we don’t make it out of here…..”

“We’re gonna make it out.”

“Dad please I—I need to say this, after five long years please just let me speak my mind.” He looked at me worriedly but gave me a nod. “If we don’t make it out of here alive, I—just want you to know that…..I’m proud to call you my father. I know we had a—rocky start especially when I became a teenager but—after the accident I thought I had lost you forever. And then when—Thanos blipped you away. I’d come so close to losing you again without telling you how I’ve felt about you. I love you daddy. I really, really do love you.” He pressed his hand against my cheek and said.

“I love you too (Y/n). I love you so, so much. I know I haven’t been Dad of the year to you, but……I thought it was because I wasn’t ready to be a dad. I thought I would screw up and have you end up broken. But I am proud to call you my daughter, my little white witch.” I smiled at him sadly.

‘How sentimental.’ Nightmare’s voice echoed through the darkness. My dad pulled me close to his chest, his arms wrapped around me protectively, same thing with the cloak as it felt the red velvet material wrap it’s two edges around me.

“So what now Nightmare? Now that I’ve broken free of your spell you going to kill me?” I heard his haunting chuckle as he said.

“No of course not. He is.” Suddenly my dad was struck with one of Nightmare’s controlling spells. It hit him right in his eyes and I saw the black and green magic aura surround my dad, trying to manipulate him.

“No! Dad! Dad no please fight it!” I pleaded as my dad was groaning and writhing on the floor. He held his hands to his head as he exclaimed in pain. “Daddy no please, you’re stronger than him. You’re clever than him, you’re Doctor Stephen Strange!”

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but daddy’s no longer home.” Nightmare soon appeared as the cave light up by a single firepit just a few feet away from us. Nightmare stood on top of a ledge of sorts and that’s when I heard the snarl of an animal next to me.

When I looked down that’s when I saw my dad had now shifted into a Nightmare. Teeth like a wolf’s bared at me, gleaming like the full moon, his eyes now a haunting gold like a tiger’s eye but his pupils were slitted like a snake’s, claws like meat hooks, a whip-like tail that almost looked like a dragon’s tail and bat wings soon sprouted from his back as he stared me down snarling.

I backed up before hobbling away from him but my dad charged after me. That’s when the cloak of levitation came to protect me as it wrapped itself around my father’s face trying to smother him.

“You know maybe I should’ve made you deal with this the past three years. Your biggest fear is your beloved father turned against you.” I fell to the ground due to my injury and backed away up against the rocky wall. All the while I watched in horror as my dad actually began ripping the cloak apart before staring directly as me once again.

“Release him at once Nightmare! This wasn’t a part of our deal!” I snapped as I looked up to where he was standing above me.

“Contracts can be edited sweetheart. So long as I bind you to my will it doesn’t matter what you see. Unless by my word that I release you from your contract, you are stuck here for eternity.” I heard a snarl and when I looked forward, my dad was just inches away from my face.

His canine teeth gleaming right at me as he kept licking his fangs. He truly was a monster now, there was not a single trace of my dad anymore in this beast.

“No daddy.” He stalked closer and closer inch by inch till I could feel his hot breath panting right in my face.

“Sweet dreams love.” Nightmare gave me one last taunt using my dad’s real voice.

Then quicker than lightning the beast that was once my father actually lunged for my neck and I felt his canines pierce my skin and I let out a blood curdling scream.

“Blech! Blood, blood, blood! And—death!” I said as my dad released my neck grinning at my over dramatic death scene. I then collapsed to the ground and played dead with my tongue out and everything.

“Alright now you’re just milking it.” My dad spoke with a slightly more gravel to his normal voice (kinda reminded me of Smaug from the Hobbit films). “Besides, I think we’ve got him. Thank you Nightmare you’ve been a great costar.” Dad said as he helped me stand up.

“What?” oh the confusion on Nightmare’s face was priceless.

“Oh did you think you actually affected me with your Nightmare magic? Well spells can be contained by other spells, and your attack is trapped in the mirror dimension.”

“And I’ve been working on some other forms of magic like shapeshifting thanks to some Norse spell books.” I explained to him gesturing to my dad.

“My girl is a clever one. Cheeky at times too.” Dad said as he ruffled my hair. Nightmare growled and said to me.

“But you forget one thing, you’re still under my control (Y/n) Strange. So says my law.”

“Yeah about that.” I then pulled out a small tape recorder from my pocket, rewind it and played the part that I needed and soon Nightmare’s voice said.

‘I release you from your contract.’

“Now by your own law, I am no longer tied to the Dream Dimension, or your control.” Nightmare’s face dropped from pride to utter defeat.

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Oh yes. It’s called a hustle bitch. Mic drop!” Soon a portal came behind dad and I and we both jumped through it sending us back to the New York Sanctum. The last thing we heard was Nightmare’s defeated tantrums.

Wong immediately closed the portal behind us and I dropped the spell from my dad turning him back to his normal self.

“You know he’ll try to return.” Wong told us.

“Yeah and now it seems I’m a bigger threat to him than you are dad.” I said.

“Well no matter what happens, we’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t try to return to Earth. Whatever it takes.”

Later that night as I was browsing through my phone, a knock was heard at my door.

“It’s open.” My dad soon came in and he said.

“How are you feeling?”

“After finally getting some real food in my system, and finally getting to use the Internet again. I’d say I’m doing better.”

“You know you didn’t have to be the one to do it. Wong was willing to hold Nightmare off.”

“I know, but the Time stone did show you that I needed to be the one to do it. Plus a poor, helpless, defenseless little girl willing to sacrifice herself for her friends. Nightmare could never resist such a scenario.”

“But to be tortured by him for three years? I’m surprised your psyche hasn’t been damaged.” He said as he sat down beside me.

“Well truthfully it wasn’t any different than what we’re doing right now. I was basically living a normal life with you, still using our powers but it was all before Thanos ever came into the picture. It almost felt like a sitcom at times.”

“Interesting.” Dad pondered.

“In all seriousness though dad, I’m fine. Mentally and physically. Well most of me anyways.” I said raising my newly bandaged leg. “But that’ll heal in the next few days thanks to Wong’s herbal remedies.”

“Well it’s getting late, so your head goes right there.” He said pointing to my pillow.

“Nah think I’ll just stay up all night. I mean I have been asleep technically for 3 years.”

“Fine, but don’t come whining to me when I come in here at first light for your morning training.”

“Please dad. You hate mornings even more than I do. Even when you were a neurosurgeon you hated your morning shifts.” He chuckled and gave me a kiss on top of my head.

“You really are my daughter.”

“And damn proud of it.”

“Goodnight (Y/n).”

“Night dad. Glad to have you back.” He winked at me before leaving my room. I laid back against my pillow and sighed heavily continuing to go through the web and looking at my old social media accounts that I hadn’t used in awhile and seeing just what some of my old friends were up to. “You may have created the perfect paradise for me Nightmare, but I wouldn’t trade my reality for anything else.” I spoke out loud knowing that Nightmare could be potentially listening in.

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qqueenofhades · 4 years

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Okay, y'all. Time to do this one more time. Let the fact that there are so many of these posts right now reinforce the point. Many of you already know this, and I see and love you, but for anyone still ~undecided about their choice, should they be an American citizen of voting age on November 3, 2020:

Time to not be. It was time a long, long while ago, but I am going to have to say it again.

Primary season is over. The endless fine-tooth combing of candidates' policies and positions is over. We are all deeply well aware that the candidates on the Democratic ticket, being human beings and establishment politicians, are flawed. "BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS POSITION FROM 19/ 20-WHENEVER AS JUSTIFICATION FOR WHY IT'S TERRIBLE TO VOTE FOR -- "

No. Stop. Just stop. Stop threatening to hold the rest of us hostage, in the middle of a pandemic, the Great Depression, and racial inequality and protests on a scale not seen from the 1960s, because you did not get Barbie Dream Candidate. That is the behavior of terrorists and toddlers. If your supposedly enlightened morally pure ideology does not involve any action to mitigate the harm that is directly in front of you, it isn't worth a shit as an ideology actually devoted to helping people. If your approach to politics is to shout about how Pure your ideas are on twitter and tear down anyone working within a system of flawed choices to do the good that they can: you're not helping, and frankly, your constant threats to withhold your suffrage as a punishment to us aren't convincing the rest of us that we really need to listen to you or that you have anyone's best interests at heart. The Online Left TM is as much a vacuous, self-reinforcing noise chamber as the Online Right TM, and can sometimes tend to be even more dangerous.

I was saying this in 2016. A lot of us were saying this in 2016. I am just about to turn 32 years old and have been voting in federal elections for almost 15 years. For what it's worth.

This is not an ordinary election. This is not a contest between two flawed candidates who respect the system and want to work to enact their policies in the ordinary way. One is a flawed 90s era Democrat who nonetheless has already been pushed CONSIDERABLY left in his policies and platforms since the end of the primaries (and his existing platform would already make him the most left president elected, even more than Obama). The other is a fascist dictator who has openly spoken about refusing to accept the election results, his desire to abolish term limits and serve for life, and complete the pillaging of any remaining fragile American public funds for him and his cult of cronies. He does not respect the system. He does not want to do anything for anyone that is not himself. 160,000 and counting needless deaths of American citizens have already happened. Will keep happening.

This is the last time Trump has to face voters. This is the last chance the country has to repudiate his entire poisonous ideology and its marching Nazi minions. IF he steps aside, which is already far from guaranteed, he can ride off into the sunset as a vindicated two term president and probably be rehabilitated like George W. Bush was within a few years of leaving office. American political memory is very short. It will happen. Again, if he even leaves.

RBG is 87 and has cancer again. She will NOT survive another four years. Stephen Breyer is 81. Their seats could both come up in the next four years. The Supreme Court could be a right wing rubber stamp for whatever time we all have left before climate change and coronavirus kill us all.

"But if people just thought for themselves and did their homework and didn't vote the party line like sheep, we could support a third party/write in -- " Stop. Just stop. Attend a ninth grade civics class and learn about how politics work in America. Yes, the two-party system sucks. Yes, the Electoral College is a hot steaming pile of absolute bullshit. Magical unicorn fairy dust fantasies WILL NOT change that.

Do not vote for Kanye (who has pretty much openly admitted he is trying to play spoiler to Biden on behalf of his buddy Trump). Do not vote for godforsaken fucking Gary Johnson or Jill Stein who appear on ballots just to give sanctimonious leftists the illusion of virtue-signaling. If you want any chance of fixing the mess that 2020 has left America and the world in, you need to vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. The end.

Biden is a flawed old man who was our last choice, sure. He is also a distinguished public servant who has already been in the White House for eight years under Obama and thus we KNOW what to expect. He is an empathetic man who connects with people's personal tragedy and picked as his running mate a younger Black/biracial woman who directly confronted and called him out on past behavior. While the pundit class was simpering and whining about how it was Disrespectful and how could he consider her, Biden did so, and that speaks well to me of the fact that he is willing to learn, to take criticism, and not just accept it from a former Black female rival, but make her his second in command and the potential first female president of the United States.

Can you EVER picture Trump doing that? Not in eight thousand million years.

As for Kamala, we are all aware of her previous checkered history as a prosecutor (and even then, she did plenty of good things as well!). Since joining the Senate, however, she has consistently become one of its most progressive members. She is the co-sponsor of an economic aid package designed to give every American $2,000/month, backdated to March (the start of the coronavirus pandemic) and continuing at least a few months after its end. A Biden-Harris White House could make that happen. Especially if they are put into office with a Democratic House and Senate (for the love of God, Kentucky, kill Mitch McConnell with fire). That is just one example.

Harris's nomination is obviously historic. And Biden didn't choose another Biden (or another Tim Kaine, the blandest white man imaginable). He chose another Obama: a younger rising star of an immigrant background, a person of color, a former lawyer and someone who represents the diversity of the country that the white supremacists and the Cheeto in Chief have tried to paint as its worst and most degenerate evil.

A vote for Biden and Harris means getting rid not just of Trump, but Mike Pence, Vladimir Putin, Jared Kushner, Betsy Devos, the Trump crony destroying the Postal Service, the rampant coronavirus misinformation and bullshit, the destruction of Social Security and Medicare, the spread of Nazi propaganda from the President's twitter account, the likely two Supreme Court picks that would be as bad as Brett Kavanaugh or worse... on and on. Biden and Harris would be elected by progressive voters and thus answerable to them in 2022 midterms and 2024 general. They can both be, and already have been, pushed further left. They are reasonable and competent adults who have demonstrated experience and compassion. I KNOW about their flaws and past actions I don't agree with. But I'm frankly done with any more counterproductive straw man bitching about This One Bad Thing They Did and how it makes it a terribad awful choice to vote for them. Open your eyes. Look at the alternative. LOOK AT WHAT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED AND THE FACT THAT THIS IS NOT EVEN AS BAD AS IT COULD STILL GET.

Check your registration or register at vote.gov.

DO NOT LOOK AT POLLS AND DECIDE "EH BIDEN IS CLEARLY GOING TO WIN, I DON'T NEED TO VOTE." THAT IS HOW WE LOST LAST TIME.

Unseating incumbents is HARD. It is even harder when the other side has openly laid out their plan to cheat in great detail, and there is nothing really stopping them from doing it. The only thing, in fact, is massive, unfalsifiable results on an undeniable scale.

So:

Vote.

Vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.

Thanks a lot.

#hilary for ts #politics for ts #rant #long post #i will be reblogging this periodically as election day nears #haters/trolls will be blocked out of hand

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Tropical Vacation pt. 2

Hey hi hello! This Is the last part for the day, I felt bad since the first one was so short and uneventful.

This one was funny to write, I liked writing Monokuma and Monomi's 'fight' scene xD

Characters In this part: Lee!Gundham, Lee!Kazuichi, Lee!Nagito, Ler!Nekomaru, Ler!Chiaki, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, Sonia, Hiyoko, Akane, Mikan, Peko

Words: 3,083

PT 1: [Click here], PT 2: [You are here.]

“KAZUICHI, I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Gundham yelled after his friend, chasing him down the beach in a full on sprint. The chase didn’t last very long though before Nekomaru quickly got In the middle of the two and held the breeder back.

“Easy Tanaka!” He barked. “What the hell Is going on?!”

“Yeah, Why are you so worked up? You guys sparrin’?” Akane asked..

“He’s trying to kill me!” Soda accused, pointing his finger at the angry boy in front of him.

“This fiend used some kind of powerful unseen force to send me flying into the water!” Gundham responded angrily. “You are lucky my Devas were not with me!”

Now that he mentioned It, Nekomaru did notice that Gundham was soaking wet.

“Easy dude! I was just playing around, I saw Sonia had your scarf and your zhu zhu pets!” Kazuichi retorted.

“THEY ARE NOT ZHU ZHU PETS!”

Nekomaru sighed in exasperation, why can’t It ever be something… normal with these two? “Y’know what, fine.” The larger student pushed both of them to the ground and proceeded to pin them both and tickle them. “If you’re gonna fight with each other… Then you’re gonna laugh with each other!”

Kazuichi shrieked as he felt his ribs being attacked, he cursed himself for not changing out of his swim attire back into his jumpsuit before launching Gundham into the water.

“NEHEHEHEKO NOHOHOHOHO!”

Gundham wasn’t much better off, Nekomaru was mercilessly tickling his exposed neck and collarbone. “FUAHAHAHAHAHA! F-FIEHEHEHEHEND STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT AT OHOHONCE!” He tried bringing his shoulders up to protect his neck but as soon as he would, Nekomaru would then attack his belly and hip, making his arms instinctively shoot back down to protect his body.

“Not until you two agree to stop fighting.”

“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! HEHEHE’S THE ONE WHO TRIHIHIHIED TO KILL ME!” Kazuichi cackled, flailing uselessly.

The Ultimate Team manager narrowed his eyes at the pinkette, he leaned down and blew a raspberry against his belly whilst vibrating his fingers into his ribcage.

Kazuichi exploded with screaming high pitched laughter, throwing his head back in the sand as he frantically shoved at Neko’s head and kicked at the sand.

He pulled back grinning then turned to Gundham, whose belly he was still tickling with his other hand. “Don’t think I forgot about you!” He teased, leaning down and blowing a raspberry against his neck.

Gundham burst into loud laughter, rivaling Kazuichi in volume. He tried to push Nekomaru away but this only seemed to encourage him, his other hand left Kazuichi giving him a chance to breathe and instead began poking at Gundham’s ribs and underarm teasingly.

He delivered another deadly raspberry to his sensitive neck, this time drawing a loud squeal followed by booming belly laughs. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Do you agree to stop fighting with Kazuichi?” Nekomaru asked, after a moment of no response he gifted him yet another raspberry.

“EEEAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears were in the Supreme Overlord’s eyes from laughing so hard already.

“I’ll ask again, Are you gonna stop fighting?” He repeated, speeding up his tickles.

This time he was met with frantic nods. Nekomaru stopped tickling Gundham and turned back to Kazuichi. “Now, Will you stop fighting with Gundham?”

“As long as he doesn’t fight with me…” Kazuichi said nervously, sitting up.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue, If he does, He knows what will happen to him!” Nekomaru laughed in amusement.

Gundham shakily sat up. “D-Do you also… vow… not to… push me Into anymore… water?” He panted.

“I dunno man, That’s kind of a hard one. The look on your face was hilarious!” Kazuichi grinned.

Nekomaru glanced at Gundham, upon seeing the somewhat downcast expression on his face he grabbed Kazuichi and held him down.

“ACK! Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!” He panicked.

“Promise you won’t throw him In anymore water.” He ordered.

“Okayokay! Jeez! I promise I won’t throw him In the water again!”

“And apologize to him.”

“What?!”

“You hurt his feelings, apologize for pushing him in the water.”

“No way! He didn’t apologize to me for chasing me!” Kazuichi fired back.

Nekomaru sighed. These damn kids never learn do they? “Gundham, C’mere.”

Gundham shuffled closer, looking questioningly at the larger student. “Yes?”

“There’s something I want you to do.” Nekomaru replied.

“What Is It, Fiend?”

“Hey, I don’t like where this is going…” Kazuichi squinted at Nekomaru, suspicious.

“Tickle him without mercy until he says he’s sorry.” The muscular student grinned at the horrified shriek that came from Kazuichi.

The Mechanic began frantically squirming, though he wasn’t able to move very much thanks to Nekomaru being freakishly strong. “Nononononono!” He didn’t much care for the dark look in Gundham’s eyes, nor the evil smile that followed.

Meanwhile further down the beach, the rest of the students were just chilling and enjoying the day. Or trying their best to.

“Are you sure we should not go check on Kazuichi and Gundham?” Sonia asked.

“Nah, I’m sure they’re fine.” Chiaki replied, building a sandcastle version of Princess Peach’s castle.

“Or one of them has finally killed the other and we’re going to have our first trial.” Hiyoko smirked. “I’m betting on Kazuichi being the dead person.”

Sonia looked horrified.

“Hiyoko!” Chiaki and Hajime chastised.

Mahiru approached the mischievous girl. “Okay, That’s a timeout.”

“What? But I--”

“Go sit on the steps!” she pointed to the steps leading to the beach, Hiyoko pouted and complied silently, crossing her arms as she sat down.

“Listen, I’m sure those two dumbasses are fine, Hiyoko’s just a bitch.” Hiko tried to reassure the blonde, Hajime tried not to laugh at that, but a chuckle slipped out. Mahiru wasn’t as amused.

“Hiko!”

“Where’s the lie?” Hajime whispered under his breath.

“Both of you get a timeout too.” Chiaki said as she stood up, she pointed to a second set of stairs. “Go sit until you can be nice.”

“Why? It’s--”

“I’m not going in fucking timeou--”

Chiaki squeezed Hajime’s side and poked at Fuyuhiko’s ribs, making them both immediately shut up. “Steps.”

They both complied, muttering under their breath as they sat down on the steps next to each other.

“You guys worried about Kazuichi and Gundham?” Akane asked, coming from the direction of said two students. “‘Cause they’re fine, Coach Nekomaru Is helpin’ them.”

Sonia let out a sigh of relief, her hand resting over her heart. “That Is good to hear, Gundham was quite mad when--”

She was cut off by a blood curdling scream that sounded vaguely like Kazuichi coming from the other side of the beach, followed by laughter. Sonia giggled. “I think I will go check on them anyway.” She said as she stood and walked off.

“Nekomaru Is wrecking them, Isn’t he?” Nagito asked amusedly.

“Oh totally.” Akane grinned. “I kinda forgot how vicious of a tickler he is, kind of makes me wanna challenge him to a tickle fight.”

“I think you’d lose.” Mahiru smiled in exasperation.

“For some reason, I get the impression that’s what she wants.” Hajime chuckled.

“Goodness! Whatever was that horrible scream?” Usami asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

“Oh hey Usami.” Chiaki greeted the pink and white rabbit with a small smile. “It was the sound of Kazuichi getting tickled.”

Usami let out a small sigh of relief, then giggled. “Oh, That’s a relief. I am glad It was the sound of friendship, I thought for a moment that Monokuma had reappeared.”

“You rang?” Monokuma asked, suddenly next to her.

“Uwaaah! Where did you come from!?” Usami cried out in surprise.

“We could ask you the same thing…” Hajime said quietly.

“Wha? Has no one ever explained the bears and the bees to you?” Monokuma asked, tilting his head. “Alright I guess. Well, when two bears love each other very much--”

“Nooo! That is too mature for this audience!” Usami protested, putting her little hands on Monokuma to stop him.

“She does realize we’re not kids… Right?” Nagito whispered to Chiaki.

“For some reason, I don’t think she’s talking about us…” She whispered back.

Monokuma growled, his red eye flashing briefly before he shifted and threw all of his weight into his shoulder, promptly sending Usami flying from the force. “Keep your dirty pure hands to yourself, Monomi!”

“Uwaahh! It really hurts when you shoulder tackle me!” she cried, hitting the ground next to Chiaki.

“Anyways! I have an announcement for you Goody goody losers!” Monokuma said loudly as Nekomaru, Gundham, Kazuichi and Sonia all rejoined the group.

“Oh great, I get back just In time to listen to the homicidal tanuki.” Kazuichi frowned.

“For the last time, I am not a tanuki!” Monokuma snapped, raising his hand to threateningly show off his claws.

“He Is right, Children! Monokuma Is a bear, and--” Usami was cut off by Monokuma stomping over to kick her In the head.

“I don’t need your help!”

“Oogh! It hurts when you punt me too!” she sobbed, curling up in the sand. Chiaki got down on the ground next to her to comfort her.

Monokuma cleared his throat. “Now that Monomi Is done interrupting me, I have an announcement. As you know, I am the headmaster of Hope’s peak. That school, just like this island, Is currently full of students!”

“What?! There’s more than just us trapped by you?!” Kazuichi asked, shocked.

“Why are you telling us this?” Peko asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m glad you asked!” Monokuma bellowed. “Because, I think my students are starting to get depressed… So I think they might benefit from a change In scenery!”

“You don’t mean…” Hajime trailed off, nervous as to where this was going.

“Are you going to let those students out of the school??” Usami asked, surprised.

“Yup! Only for a while though, I wouldn’t want you all conspiring against me once you get acquainted with each other! I just hope those cold blooded killers can behave themselves for a few minutes...” Monokuma replied. “Puhuhu, Oops, did I say that out loud?”

“Acquainted with each other…?” Mahiru repeated. “You mean you’re…”

“You’re going to let them loose, Here!?” Kazuichi finished for her.

“You guessed It! Sharkboy Is today’s winner! Tell him what he’s won, Monomi!”

“W-What? What are you talking about n--”

Monokuma jumped into the air and elbow dropped the rabbit. “Nevermind! My joke Is ruined now, you’re so useless!”

“Uwah! It hurts when you elbow drop me!”

Hajime sighed at the scene before him. Is anything ever normal with these two?

After that, Monokuma left saying he had other business to attend to, After Usami had calmed down from getting a third strike from Monokuma she stood up and dusted herself off.

“What was he talking about? There aren’t really other students… Are there?” Mahiru asked apprehensively.

“No way, He’s clearly lying to us!” Kazuichi answered.

“There’s one way to find out…” Chiaki mumbled, looking at Usami. “Usami?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Was he telling the truth? Are there really more like us?” The pink haired girl asked softly.

Usami nervously looked away, stammering as she spoke. “W-Well, I don’t… i’m not…”

Chiaki frowned. “So It’s true. Is what he said about them true too?”

“N-No! I don’t… Think so…” Usami sighed softly, sitting on a beach towel. “Yes there Is more like you. I didn’t want to leave them, Please believe me! But I didn’t have time to grab any more of you before Monokuma showed up again.”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?!” Hajime snapped.

“Uwah!” Usami jumped In surprise, her ears drooping sadly. “I-I couldn’t! I felt too guilty and horrible for having to leave them behind! I can only imagine the horrors they’ve had to endure because of Monokuma.”

Chiaki gently petted the rabbit’s head. “It’s okay, It’s not your fault. It’s Monokuma’s fault.”

Usami sniffled, her ears perking back up. “Th-Thank you.” she cried. “But, I am at fault too. I should have fought him at that point, But I was scared and worried about what would happen to you all if I were to lose… I guess In the end It didn’t matter anyway.”

“So just to confirm, there’s a whole other group of students about to be released onto the island and we have no idea if they’re participating in the killing game or not...?” Mahiru asked quietly, fear prominent in her eyes.

Hiyoko got up and went over to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her to comfort her. “It’s okay, Mahiru! I won’t let them hurt you!”

Mahiru blushed. “I-I wasn’t scared!”

“I am afraid so.” Usami confirmed grimly, though the next moment… “However! This could be a very good thing too, Perhaps they are like you and refuse to play his game!” She suggested brightly.

Hajime felt a pit In his stomach, It took him a while to warm up to and trust the students trapped with him... he was definitely nervous and untrusting of this.

“Usami Is right!” Nagito spoke up. “We have to stay *Hopeful!”

Oh here we go…

“They are Hope’s peak academy students, after all! I’m sure they’re as reserved and strong willed as all of you Ultimate’s!” Nagito smiled, getting that look In his eyes again.

“Nagito…” Hajime said warningly, not wanting to listen to his speech again. “Remember what happened last time you droned on about Hope and Ultimates?”

“Oh, Right! Sorry, I guess even trash can be forgetful too, I’ll try to stop.” He smiled sympathetically at the Tsundere student.

“Stop calling yourself trash.” Chiaki frowned.

“But…” He stopped himself as Hajime and Chiaki both folded their arms and glared at him warningly. “O-Okay… Even though I am…--”

“Say It, and you’ll be sorry.” Chiaki puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Nagito blinked, weighing his options. “Why are you so upset about me calling myself trash? I am trash. Do you get mad at everyone for speaking the truth?”

Unfortunately as he usually does, He chose incorrectly. Chiaki threw herself at the taller student, knocking him over into the sand. She then began squeezing his sides in rapid succession, avoiding his attempts to dislodge her hands quite easily.

“W-Wahahahahait! Chihihiaki!” Nagito squealed, trying to protect his sensitive sides from her merciless wrath.

“I warned you.” She deadpanned.

“Usami, Do you think we should be worried about these students?” Nekomaru asked over Nagito’s laughter.

“I don’t think so, I think we should welcome them with open arms! Who knows what horrors they’ve seen? We should treat them with kindness and love!” She answered.

“Then that’s good enough for me!” Neko grinned.

“Yes, I think It will be nice to make some new friends!” Sonia beamed, her eyes glittering happily.

“And who knows? Maybe there’ll be some cute girls In the class…” Teruteru said slyly.

“If you make any unsavory advancements towards the new mortals, I will put a curse so vile on you that even your future spawn will be cursed!” Gundham threatened, making Teruteru immediately shut up and shrink back with fear.

“I guess It doesn’t hurt to have some new friends…” Kazuichi reluctantly agreed with Sonia, no one was surprised.

“Ibuki thinks It’s a great idea! Maybe Ibuki will meet a musician to rock out with!” Ibuki’s eyes became starry at the prospect.

“Hey guys…?” Hajime spoke up hesitantly.

“Maybe there’ll be a gamer I can play with…” Chiaki smiled, still mercilessly tickling Nagito. “Or y’know… A therapist for Nagito…”

“Whyhyhy would a-ahahaha therapist wahahahaste their tihihime on sohohomeone lihihike mehehe?” Nagito laughed.

Chiaki narrowed her eyes at the Lucky student, attacking his belly with clawed hands. “You’re just asking for It, Aren’t you? Do you enjoy being tickled, Nagi?”

“NOHOHOHO!” he squealed, trying to curl In on himself.

“M-Maybe I-It won’t be s-so bad.” Mikan said hopefully. “I’m sure they a-are nice!”

Mahiru glared at Hiyoko, sensing she was about to say something unpleasant, The blonde girl immediately shut her mouth and snuggled more into Mahiru.

“Perhaps there will be someone who is knowledgeable with swords…” Wow, even Peko seemed enthusiastic about this-- well, as enthusiastic as Peko can be.

“Ooh! Maybe there’s someone strong I can fight with!” Akane’s face lit up excitedly.

“Guys? Aren’t you the least bit worried? What If they’re just like Monokuma said…?” Hajime asked.

“What’s to be worried about? If they step outta line, We can just beat ‘em up.” Akane grinned.

“We are NOT going to beat them up!” Nekomaru argued. “There are other ways of dealing with violent students than fighting!”

Akane put her hands on her hips and looked questioningly at Neko. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Nekomaru glanced at Kazuichi and Gundham, who both seemed to blush at his gaze. “Things…” was his vague answer.

“I’m with Hajime on this one.” Fuyuhiko spoke up, standing up. “The thought of people we can’t trust coming on to the island makes me… kind of nervous.” he admitted.

Mahiru nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I agree too.”

“I’m kind of indifferent.” Hiyoko shrugged. “Maybe they won’t be as lame as you guys… but on the other hand, I don’t want Mahiru to be afraid.”

“I-I told you I’m not afraid!” The tsundere girl stuttered.

“It’ll be okay, guys.” Chiaki said softly, her tone contradicting her ruthless tickling. “As long as we stick together, We’ll be fine.”

“YEHEHEHEAH! WHAHAT SHE SAHAHAHAID!” Nagito cackled as she squeezed his hips. “YOUHUHU GUYS ARE ULTIMAHAHATES, THERE’S NOHOHOHOTHING YOU CAHAHAN’T HANDLE!”

“You’re an Ultimate too.” Chiaki reminded, pausing her ticklish attack. “And you’re valuable. Not trash.”

Nagito giggled tiredly as he caught his breath. “But compared to you guys… I’m not all that special…”

“Neko, He still hasn’t learned.” Chiaki called over her shoulder. Nekomaru sat down next to them and cracked his knuckles.

“I got this!” He chuckled, The next moment the air was filled with Nagito’s shrieking laughter as Chiaki and Neko proceeded to destroy the man with low self esteem.

Hajime was silent as he thought about the possibilities, It just wasn’t sitting right with him. But If Chiaki could look on the bright side… Maybe he was overreacting…?

He felt a hand rest on his back, looking to his left he saw Fuyu offer a brief reassuring smile, showing that he was just as nervous as Hajime but more worried about comforting him. Hajime faintly smiled back and put his arm around Fuyu’s shoulders, pulling the Yakuza into his side.

Mahiru gently punched Hajime’s shoulder affectionately. “It’ll be okay… We just gotta stick together like Chiaki said…”

Hajime sincerely hoped she was right about this…

#Danganronpa tickle #sdr2 tickle #goodbye despair tickle #tickle story #Lee!Gundham #Lee!Kazuichi #Lee!Nagito #Ler!Nekomaru #Ler!Chiaki #chiaki is still a scary ler #but Neko is ruthless--#okay but Fuyuhiko and Hajime and Mahiru being bros at the end #they're so pure #Yes this Is going to have Kuzuhina In It bc I can't stop myself--#oh well #Chiaki Is the friend who tells you she's gonna slap you if you don't stop being so hard on yourself #except she tickles instead of slaps #I totally made a victorious reference with the timeout bit--#i'm not sorry

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