#TWO THOUSAND ?????? YOU PEOPLE HAVE GOT TO BE NUTS
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Average nightmare sequence
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Drawing is a reference to this HAHAH
I struggled to spell Charbonneau for a good like 2 minutes btw on god
#jennicatzies art-chive#dead plate#dead plate game#dead plate fanart#dead plate rody#rody lamoree#dead plate vincent#vincent charbonneau#OVER 1K NOTES WHAT#WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM???????#TWO THOUSAND ?????? YOU PEOPLE HAVE GOT TO BE NUTS#guys guys this is like a month old now#the wonders of tumblr I guess
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May I request Mammon angst HCs please? Like the reader is possibly breaking up with him or something? (i love your HCs for mammon<3)
Mammon Breaking Up Hcs
note: Thank you i'm so glad you like them pookie!! also yes i love this idea ❤️❤️
warnings: Cursing, creepy behavior, unbalanced power dynamic, killing. Not proofread!
Female!Reader, (no specific gender, so can be GenderNeutral!Reader)
It would be best to tell him over text, since he is guaranteed to throw a toddler like temper tantrum if you ever told him in person.
So you text him over text, what happens? He 100% thinks you're joking at first. He thinks you aren't being serious at all, and that wow babe, you might even be a bigger clown than I am.
But when he realized that you were being serious, he gets angry. How dare you? Why would you ever break up with him? He is the king of greed, he has trillions of dollars in the bank, so why don't you want to stay by his side? Did he do something? Did he hurt you? What happened? Baby, we can sort this out-
In a way, still doesn't think you are being serious, which is what he tries to tell himself. So he will let you leave, and will act like he doesn't need you.
Another author said this already, but he will 100% go through the stages of grief, (he will never go through acceptance, because in his mind, you will always come crawling back to him.)
He will be in denial for a very long time. Let's say you move out, and even start residing in another ring. He will send you texts. All. The. Time.
Your phone will mods likely have 103 Missed Calls, 986 Messages, and 37 Voicemails. He is crazy, and especially crazy for you. So when you don't respond to him, he does not understand why. He likes to think that you were just going on vacation for a while. He genuinely thinks you two are still together.
Anger- Once he sees that you have indeed moved on, and that he is no longer living in fantasy land, he gets extremely angry. His general mood spikes, he lashes out (wayyy more than he used to), and a-lot of his servants are scared to talk to him. Will absolutely keep bombarding you with texts every day. He will even get his servants to start texting you on his 100's of extra HellPhones.
Mamm 🕸️💚 11:34
Come hone ygu little cungt
Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35
ANSWERF ME.
Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35
Do ygu knoe how easily i can replaece yu
Mamm🕸️💚 11:36
Fine go shack uo with sorm dirty hoboes you little slut
Mamm 🕸️💚 11:36
I dont kneed u and youir mediocar holes
So yeah... thats just one example. He has so many spelling mistakes because he is typing so fast, and practically brekaing his phone from how angry he is.
But in reality he does need you. You are. the one thing that keeps him running. However he will never, over his dead body, ever admit that.
Bargaining- He will send things to your... new home... in gift baskets. Fizzarolli plushies, flowers, tickets to his live events, expensive jewelry, the list goes on. It gets to a point where (if you live in an apartment complex) People start stealing his gifts and start putting them up online to sell. (And they go for 10s of thousands of dollars.)
He send these to you so that you can hopefully come crawling back into his life, so that he can control you again.
At this point, you have most likely made it public about your distance between you and the sin. Your relationship was extremely public, and known by everybody.
He refuses to speak publicly, because he wants people to think he still controls you. And when i say your relationship was big, it was definitely the most talked about relationship in all of Hell. People will go nuts about you two breaking up. Another author said this as well, but people will go crazy with the comments.
"L Mammon fumbled so bad its actually wild."
"Bros got plenty other options 💀"
"Why tf would she/they break up w/ HIM???🤰"
"Now that hes single I call dibs 🙌"
You try your best to ignore the comments, but eventually you cant, its not just online, but in real life you feel cornered as well. You might even start to reconsider your departure with him. Which is exactly where he wants you.
Depression- He spirals into somewhat of an insecure man. He strives to be better. He ups his game for his big pageants, soon to be bigger, just to impress you.
He maaaay or may not have killed people in your favor. This is known, obviously, but his obsession along with his newfound insecurity has left him no choice but to show that if you dont want to come home, he will show you its safer than anywhere else.
Overall, if you do end up coming back to him, he is overjoyed with happiness, and will take extra precautions to ensure you wont ever walk out on him and his warm embrace again.
However if you end up never wanting anything to do with him, he will be devastated, but he will force himself to get over it. He is Mammon, he truly does not need you. In reality, you were somebody he felt an unexplainable feeling to protect. He absolutely can live without you, but for some reason, he feels like he cant. If somebody were to ever bring you up, he would lash out, and make his anger everybody's problem. He may get over you after a while, but he will never fully accept the fact that you left him.
#mammon#mammon hb#mammon helluva#mammon x reader hb#mammon x reader helluva#hb mammon x reader#helluva x reader#helluva boss#helluva boss mammon#mammon x you#mammon x y/n#fizzarolli#hb mammon#helluva mammon#helluva mammon x reader#mammon sfw#mammon fluff#hazbin hotel#hazbin x reader#helluva boss x reader#mammon x mc#mammon x reader smut#fizzaroli x reader#7 deadly sins#hellaverse#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#lucifer x reader
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things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread
Part 3: The Titan's Curse
The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.
I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepe-paper streamers and the punch bowl - anything but that fact that Annabeth was taller than me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.
"The General?" I asked. Then I realised I'd said it in a French accent. "I mean... who's the General?" I want this part to be in the show
"Sweet! Let's go! [to CHB]" said Nico. this breaks my heart. he was so excited in this book
Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter).
"How would you kidnap an immortal goddess? Is that even possible?" "Well, yeah. I mean, it happened to Persephone." "But she was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime." you tell him grover
"That's some serious danger you're facing." Connor Stoll said. (I liked how he said you and not we.) I'm just imagining the rest of the campers not bothering to go on quests cause it's always the same few demigods and they don't care, they're just chilling safe at CHB while Percy and Annabeth do their things
The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But I couldn't understand his thoughts. I only speak horse. Percy Jackson speaks two languages: English and Horse
With a shiver, I realised that five hundred or a thousand years from now, Bianca di Angelo would look exactly the same as she did today. She might be having a conversation like this with some other half blood long after I was dead but Bianca would still look twelve years old. ouch
"It wants to kill us!" Thalia said. "Of course." Grover said. "It's wild!" "So how is that a blessing?" Bianca asked.
"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.
When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. I know everyone talks about this part but I can't help but bring it up again, they are so cute
"Woah, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" little does he know. also, Percy is so incredibly insightful in this book but he's also so jealous of Annabeth and Luke and so upset about the idea of her joining the hunters yet still can't figure out that he likes her
"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." "Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" "Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." I cannot explain how much this little bit means to me.
The girl I'd just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex. "Oh my god." she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" Rachel's here!!! I love her
Five minutes later, Zoe had me outfitted in a ragged flannel shirt and jeans three sizes too big, bright red sneakers, and a floppy rainbow hat. someone draw this and tag me. what an outfit
Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time, she couldn't save us. How could I let that happen to her? he is the most empathetic, wholesome guy, I love Percy
"Can't this go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother." I said. "Shut up!" they said in unison. I kind of wish we got more Thalia and Zoe interactions... they would've made such a great enemies to lovers dynamic, if Zoe didn't die
"Get away from my daughter!" Dr Chase called down, and his machine gun burst to life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering. "Dad?" yelled Annabeth in disbelief.
Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.
"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger." I said. might I remind you this boy is 13/14 and has the whole world on his shoulders (both literally at some point and figuratively)
I feel like these are just getting longer and longer but again, I will be back for part 4!
#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo series#pjo disney+#the titans curse#rick riordan#perseus jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#rachel dare#thalia grace#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo
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‘Fuck those anime twinks.’
Man shut the fuck up; those anime twinks crashed tumblr and other major websites multiple times, those anime twinks had an influence on queer media that is still felt to this day, those anime twinks bust through a niche sub genre to almost mainstream, with thousands of people who had never even watched anime becoming invested, those anime twinks changed lives and helped so many burgeoning queer people come to head with their identities like you have no idea, those anime twinks were the third best selling anime of the century despite being a passion project that wasn’t expected to be a hit at all, those anime twinks were written and directed by two women who spent years shopping around their idea, refusing to compromise and fighting censorship even though not doing so would have made getting their project out there so much easier.
Those anime twinks were in the OLYMPICS.
Those anime twinks have only twelve episodes, about four and a half hours total, but have still managed to be among the most beloved ships out there.
They’re also legitimately well written, compelling, and for a lot of people, one of the few patches of joy we had during that autumn of 2016.
In the words of Zac Bertschy (rip):
Surely you must be sick of hearing about how great this show is by now. I agree with all that stuff, and you've read it a few times now, so instead I'll tell you what the show meant to me personally.
Victor and Yuri kiss, and the entire world celebrates – the crowd goes wild, people can't believe it. Not because it's two dudes - we're not having a collective aneurysm because two men are kissing and that's either enraging or an enormous turn-on. People go nuts because – solely because - their love is dramatic and touching and everyone is rooting for them, because they seem like they belong together and their story is pretty incredible. None of that other shit matters – nobody cares. It's just two people in love.
Paradise.
I married my husband in October – thousands of couples like us got married this year. Our stories aren't as incredible as Victor and Yuri's, and I doubt many of us are ice skaters but let me tell you, it was real nice having a story like this to watch. Real nice.
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BRINGING DOWN OTHERS IS LOW VALUE
Today I had the joy of getting a message from a nice young lady who wanted to thank me for my advice and sweetly asked me if I wanted to be friends with her ❤️
This made me understand that having a platform may be a way to share our individual opinions but we should have in mind that, especially on Tumblr, many people come across our content and we have responsibility to correctly and ethically influence them by adding value to their lives.
So, I want to thank every single one of you for following me and sending sweet messages. All 1,205 of you. We are a small corner on the internet and I don't care about appearing "mysterious" and "unapproachable" to my digital friends.
If you have a question/a content suggestion or just want to say "Hi!" don't be shy and use my AMA or private messages. I'll try to answer to all of you.
Also, thank you for being patient with me as I'm finishing up with this exam season and have not posted anything in the past few days. A few of you reached out for tarot readings and a birth chart analysis and we got even closer, so thank you for trusting me with your time, money, hopes and wishes!
I asked the young lady if she wanted me to write a post about something specific or if she had any content suggestions. She told me that she wanted my opinion on "pick-me" girls who bring other women down. She added that it would be interesting to "know how do this girls think". Your wish is my command young lady!
Shall we start ?
After you queens... 👑
Have you noticed something? People who are high value and successful are always eager to extend their hand to other people full of passion and ambition. They become mentors and leaders for other women and men. They set the standard by example. Usually these people are kind hearted, yet know how and when to set boundaries.
All in all, they don't bring other people down, they build them up.
This women and men build ladders for others to climb at the top with them but they know, they have to protect themselves and their loved ones from vultures, because someone can bring you down even if you are thousand meters above them. They just have to pull the rug underneath your feet.
Someone who is high, won't try to lower someone else's value. Someone who is low is not accustomed to the loneliness of the top. They want to surround themselves with other low value individuals to feel powerful. That's the pack mentality and that's why mean girls/boys hang in crowds.
We all had that "friend". She was insecure but always downplayed. She was always jealous of other people and you could see it but you never thought she was jealous of you. Why would she be? When you talked about your crush/business idea/ambitions it was always : "Ew he is ugly.", "Who are you Elon Musk?", "A law degree? You don't even know how to think critically.".
That friend and you fell apart when you started investing in yourself, and that's when the veil fell off and you saw other girls like that.
The pick-me girls.
A couple days ago, I had a "History Of Economic Thought" exam (It's a very interesting topic to research and if a similar class is available to you, I suggest that you take it!). It was the last one I had to take in person.
I felt awful, anxious and tired. Two weeks of hard work, studying everyday, staying up till light came through the blinds and commuting two hours back and forth to and from school had made me emotionally and mentally tired. I needed some loving from my cat Mr. Mau and a toffee nut latte.
I did my 10k steps by the sea and decided to open up Pinterest and make myself feel a bit better. I searched up "fall aesthetic", "studying aesthetic", "toffee nut latte from Starbucks" etc.
Under a pin there was this comment by a girl calling all women who are "obsessed" with fall, Starbucks and cute photos of pumpkins, "silly a** basic white b*tches".
I then went on TikTok and came across a video of a woman who was being shamed for having a 35k engagement ring (you know which one I'm talking about, the one her man, an amazing king ate the interviewer up and left no crumbs). A woman had commented "she is a gold digger and when he cheats on her with a good woman she'll get what she deserves".
Excuse me what ? So a good woman is one who tries to please others by accepting less than she deserves. I'm not one who would want a 35k engagement ring, buy me a 3k one and 32k of gold for investment purposes, but if her men believed she deserved that, then so be it.
Why are you trying to get picked? Do you think men marry the good girl? Do you think any man who will only see you as an innocent, precious lovely angel will be able to take all of you?
These women are playing a dangerous game. They so badly want to get picked and mostly they get picked but for all the wrong reasons. They love how guys on podcasts praise them online for being "feminine". They love the attention of boys who find them cool.
Sweetheart, you need a man who will find your rage and your sweetness sacred.
You need parents who will understand that you have your own dreams, needs and that you are not just an extension of their egos.
These women and the so-called "good guys" (uhh don't let me get started on those") are sad inside. They would love to have your own wildness and freedom. They feel jealous that you are still that magical bitch holding your pumpkin spice latte with a fresh new set and while doing kick boxing on Wednesday afternoon.
Girls, watch some Legally Blonde. It's the literal blueprint 😉 It made me come to terms with my girly nature as a girl who grew up a tomboy.
You don't have to be just bubbly and feminine. You don't have to be just a dark feminine, femme fatale. You can be all of those things because we are multilayered beings. Lastly, we have the gift of metamorphosis. Don't be afraid to transform and break the mold.
#source:thesirencult#level up journey#leveling up#leverage#level up#divine feminine energy#feminine advice#feminine journey#dark feminine aesthetic#dark femininity#femme fatale#high value mindset#high value woman
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I just need to get something off my chest real quick, there's really no need to read this unless you want to because you're bored lmao.
So I used to be really good at answering the asks I got. I wouldn't say I answered all of them, but I think overall I had a good ratio for a long time! And I loved it! I think the asks feature is the best thing that tumblr has to offer as a social media platform (god knows just about everything else sucks).
I loved getting asks and answering them and it's a great way to talk to others in our little fandom bubbles and trade thoughts and insights with one another. My mental health did take quite a few hits in the past several months, and part of that was real life (school, sickness, death in the family) and part of that was bullshit fandom drama.
But it just occurred to me yesterday that the reason I'm nowhere near as prolific in answering the asks I get is because I have always put so much effort into putting disclaimers behind all my meta, walking on eggshells so people won't throw tantrums every time I share an opinion they don't like.
And you know what? That just made me an nervous, erratic person afraid of her own tumblr shadow. The thought of having to do all the work to put ten thousand disclaimers behind everything I say so some asshole won't vague me because I accidentally hurt their feelings just made me not want to reply to anything at all. It's fucking exhausting having to think of every scenario in which people might interpret whatever you're saying (about fictional characters may I remind you) in the worst light possible.
In the end all that time and effort I put into censoring myself—because I try to be a nice person, I don't want anyone to feel bad because of me, regardless of the fact that that's been never my intention—in the end none of that mattered! There's people that have been vaguing me for almost two years now and it's not like I go seeking out this information but it's a small fandom and I stumble over it on another blog or some shit every once in a while.
Agonizing over whether or not some random is going to interpret everything I say in the worst possible faith and have a fit on main about my shit takes and make a block list of people who interact with my posts is just so stupid honestly, and trying to censor myself didn't do me a shred of good. People still regularly call me names and insult my intelligence because of the characters I ship, the meta I write, and the kinks I enjoy talking about. It doesn't even matter if I've been active recently or not, they're still mad about stuff I said ages ago! I can't win!
So from now on I'm just to do my best to break this depressing old habit and be online without being apologetic and diminishing my own opinions, answer asks however the hell I want without feeling obligated to coddle a bunch of grown ass adults, and if people want to cry about it, there's a box of tissues in the corner. Go nuts. ♥️
#apologies for exposing myself on main as being a person and not three raccoons in a trenchcoat#i miss being on my blog the way i used to be that was a great time 🤧#i'm sure this post will end up vagued too rip but literally i do not care anymore#if you're going to let little old me get under your skin that much then i might as well make myself at home#hekate.txt#fandom wank
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you @maesterchill @danpuff-ao3 and @nv-md for the tag! <333
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
314
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,295,054
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Harry Potter is the big one. I've also written some Captive Prince, Locked Tomb, and one Call Me By Your Name fic
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Right Hand Red; Hung Like a Horntail; Slip Into My Lover's Hands; Weeds or Wildflowers (written with the very talented @unmistakablyoatmeal); and check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try. I'm seriously behind. The truth is, I'll never get around to replying to them all. I will someday die with a thousand unanswered comments. But I do try. And I read each and every one and they touch my heart. I'm so very grateful for all the wonderful comments I've received and continue to receive!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oof. I hardly ever end things badly. But there was one wee ficlet; lemme go hunt it down. (*plays elevator music*) Ah, here it is: Not-Forever Is Still Forever. It's not MCD or anything. Draco just leaves for Argentina for two years. *shrug emoji* But I like to think I've gotten pretty good at baking some realistic angst into the middle of things, if not writing angty endings. I prefer it that way.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All of them except for Burning the Ground, which is an open ending. I'll be honest, I don't like the word fluff. I'm never trying to write fluff, which, to me, denotes a level of uncomplicated sweetness. Maybe others define it differently. But I don't think happy endings are necessarily fluffy. I want my happy endings to put tears in your eyes, to move you. I want to evoke different things with different sorts of happiness for different phases of life.
RHR's ending is about a feeling of freedom mostly, of getting to face the next part of their lives without dread.
Take You Home has a similar vibe but with them a bit older; they've experienced the painful and mundane disappointments you have to weather in this life that have nothing to do with fighting a dark wizard and everything to do with existential questions about who we are, how we go on, what do you do when it doesn't work out, when you've changed and you don't know who you are anymore. I loved ending it with all their friends, at a march for trans rights.
Heart Like Neon has an ending that makes *me* the most happy. I modeled it after an episode of Grey's Anatomy where you find out at the end of the ep that two important characters got married. The whole ep, none of their friends know, then at the end they play 'Bones' by Josh Record, and you go back in time by a few weeks and you see it. When I wrote the end of HLN, I had that song playing in my head from the end of the party at the Weasley's, to jumping three months earlier, to Harry and Draco in Paris. That's a pretty goddamned happy ending. It makes me cry. <3 (Also the art that @bluebutter-art made for it makes me bawl happy tears!!!)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I was going to say hardly ever but then I *just* got some last week! LOL. Still, I'm very lucky that it's not even once in a blue moon. That stuff is so arbitrary too. I'm going to quote my good friend @elrhiarhodan: People... they're fuckin nuts. :D
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
LOL yes. A lot of different kinds? I want to try a little of everything as a writer.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
No. I mean, I probably have a couple times over the course of my literal decades in some fandom or other, but they're not worth noting.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, several, and into multiple languages. I think that's so cool!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Definitely! In HP I've written with sdk, @the-starryknight and @nv-md, plus I once did a wild round robin with a big group of people. I'm not good at round robins, I've realized. Too much of a control freak.
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Drarry, totally. But right up there is Harry/Teddy and Harry/Teddy/Draco. Then Ginny/Pansy, Charlie/Teddy, James Sirius/Albus Severus (with Teddy too sometimes). In CaPri, I love Damen/Laurent, but @linecrosser had totally made me ship when Damen lends Laurent out to Nikandros for a threesome and also Auguste/Laurent. I also hardcore ship my own original characters from my novel. <3
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't do WiPs really.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Oof, this is tough. Pacing? Interpersonal relationships? Smut, for sure. LOL. I think I do well writing things that are transgressive or maybe even filthy with a lot of tenderness and compassion and deep, deep love mixed in. And I think I'm getting really good at making people cry when I want them to. Readers, that is. :D
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Convoluted plots. Can't do them. I wish I could. I can't write a mystery to save my life. I'm also pretty bad at heavy angst. I also wish I could write something nonlinear, but my brain just doesn't work that way.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
It's interesting that this is a question because it's meaningful to me not because of fic but because of my novel. I have a Spanish-speaking character, fluent in English, but sometimes he says things in Spanish. I'm very VERY lucky that @capiturecs read my novel both as a sensitivity reader for Latinx/Latine/Latino aspects but also to correct my Spanish and make it realistic and conversational! I'll be forever grateful! I also now really REALLY want to learn Spanish! <3
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Sorry, I don't share this publicly.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Oh this is mean. This is cruel. I can't possibly answer this! RHR has got to be in there. Heart Like Neon. Blood and Fire. Phoenix in the Fire. Take You Home. Wonderful Electric (cover me in you). A Pain of Our Choosing. My Name in Your Mouth. Bloom. collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart. I'll stop there!
Okay, this was fun! I'll tag @corvuscrowned @ruinsplume @floydig @sweet-s0rr0w @lettersbyelise @magpiefngrl @skeptiquewrites and Elr! <3
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Issues I have with ikevamp
That I’m venting here because they won’t leave my skull
*Content warning, we’re talking about men in the past, they did some bad stuff*
Part 1, historical inaccuracies
I’m I history nut so this really gets to me, since I know the deep details of these peoples lives.
The timeline, ok so the game takes place in 18th France, correct me if I’m wrong but I think it is in the second empire (1852-1870) considered there is a noble class, yet you can clearly see the Eiffel Tower which was completed in 1889, there is no mention of the 1889 exposition, so it must be after the tower had become permanent, by then the 3rd republic was around, if we are in the republic the Count wouldn’t be called that by the npcs at all the parties he goes to, no matter which we’re in, NOBODY mentions Napoleon III at, NOT EVAN HIS UNCLE (WHOSE SOMEHOW BECAME CASS CONSCIOUS!)
How does the time travel work, example, Dazai died in 1948, his plan was seemingly to wait until he’s born in 1909 then kill himself as a baby, but then he decides to use the magic door, what are the consequences of 2 Dazais existing at once or him erasing himself from history, he’s a pretty important literary figure, does someone else replace him or does the space time continuum collapse?? Is the future Vlad sees set in stone or can it be changed, just copy someone else’s time travel bit!!!
So straight up these guys aren’t who they say they are, we’ll go through 1 by 1
Napoleon- doesn’t mention he left the love of his life to marry a girl 20 years his junior (like think how interesting it would be if he’s conflicted about love cuz he had to give it up for political reasons) -that scene where MC talks about all the ‘good’ that he did in Europe, like committing war crimes against the Spanish and Portuguese and Eastern Europeans, being a coloniser, killing the slaves he freed when they asked for more rights, killing thousands of men in a meaningless war (ligit H*tler vibes)
Arthur- goofy irl, literally believed in fairies, had 5 children and married twice but he never mentions any of this, he cheated on his first wife while she was dying of TB, he was a liberal unionist (tldr didn’t like Irish people) he was anti-immigration, might have committed fraud. We’ll get to the other issues I have with him.
Leonardo- fruity as hell, vegetarian
Mozart- they got his character completely wrong, the guy was a complete man child, vain, broke, by the end of his life his career fell off (Beethoven better composer), in love with his cousin 🤢, had a s*at fetish 🤢🤢🤢. The hole Salieri thing didn’t happen.
Vincent- they made him too mentally stable, I’m all for him being meek, but the guy had serious issues that they ignore, he ate paint thinner, was rejected by his both crushes, WHY DOES HE HAVE BOTH EARS, DID IT GROW BACK, THEY SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM WITH ONLY ONE, also he should be ginger smh. Oh yeah and they never mentioned the s*ecide attempt.
Theo- doesn’t mention his wife, or son, WHO HE NAMED AFTER VINCENT, his wife is the person responsible for Vincent’s work not being completely forgotten, was way nicer irl.
Issac- tbh hotter irl, low key ace, maybe a fruit, kinda mean, the only thing they got right was the major virgin vibes.
Jean- WHY MAN!??!! Even if the didn’t want a lesbian route, they could have gone with any other guy from the 100 years war, Edward black prince, idk WHY GENDER BEND ONE OF THE MOST PROMINENT WOMEN IN HISTORY, I’m fine with the delusional trans dude lie, but they say that he was a guy all along, THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HIM BEING BURNT AT THE STAKE IF HE WASN’T CROSS DRESSING???!!! was he double cross dressing??? This is the worst of them all, give me the girl boss we deserve (revers fate)
Dazai- not depressed enough imo, he was a leftist, again missing wife, their were two su*ecide attempts, guy lived through fire bombing, had a few children that he is fine to erase from existence.
Shakespeare- probably a fruit, again never mentioned his wife and kids, btw the way he talks is annoying, some people don’t think he’s real.
Faust- NOT A REAL PERSON.
Sanson- too young, this guys is 67, really liked the guillotine, just saw execution as his job didn’t really care, had a wife and kids.
Vlad- Ok is he supposed to be Vlad THE impaler? Cuz he’s not evil enough, or is he a Dracula reference, cuz he can’t dance that dance either, why did they call him Vlad if he isn’t a blood thirsty war criminal.
Count- not enough history to work with.
Part 2, problematic moments
So I ha have seen some posts on the low key misogynistic way the MC is written and treated and there are a lot of issues wit white washing history so another trigger warning ⚠️
Misogyny- the MC of this game is not the best, I know she’s a self insert but she has no backbone at all. She lacks agency I’m most of the routes, like the MC getting kidnapped is a troupe in all these games, but Emma can escape on her own, Kate has ⚽️, even Alice had more depth to her, seems the only thing MC can do is cry and wait to be saved, I swear she gets kidnapped once in every route, I think they could have given her more character to work with. Another thing, but Jean being a man is bad, really bad, she’s a feminist icon but they made her a man, it’s sought of saying that women aren’t capable of this so she had to have actually been a man.
Handling of SA, important one here, I’m ok with the flirty guy, but I really hate Arthur, he doesn’t just flirt with her in chapter 1 he assaults her and acts like he did her a service, and she just forgives him!?! I’m fine with a guy that sleeps around, I like Jin and Nokto fine, but the way Arthur talks about women, always calling them Birds (if they were going for English slang it doesn’t work cuz he doesn’t have a cockney accent) or worse Skirts, it’s dehumanising, and shows that to him women are vehicles for sexual pleasure and aren’t on an equal level of understanding. There are smaller parts to, Leo kisses her without consent, the Count hides the truth from her, idk but Theo calling her a ‘hound’ sounds like he’s calling her something else…
Minor points on classism, I’m not expecting the communist manifesto, but all these games aren’t very good at dealing with class deviation. In Vlad’s route, the orphan boy thinks he can impress the rich girl, this is the 19th century, capitalism is on the rise, but there’s no comment about how it’s impossible. The little school Napoleons runs is strange, considering he was in a position where benefited from poor people existing and staying poor, ( side note, he’s teaching them swordsmanship when ww1 is right around the corner, just saying they won’t need it in the military) called MC out as a social climber, these games sought of depict the past through rosé tinted glasses, there’s only passing reference to how fucked people were in the past, Also all the historical inaccuracies above tie to this.
Anyway love to hear some other opinions, (I started playing this game before my transition and have always thought it it was wired, it’s my personal least favourite just cuz I couldn’t really get into any of the guys, my OC ended up as a Carmilla reference so….)
I have seen a post talking about some of the issues before so that’s what got me to write this out, if you disagree or want to add anything I’m all ears 👂
Thanks for reading 💗💖💖💕💓💝💗🥰🥰🥰❤️✨✨✨✨❤️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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27. "You twitch in your sleep. It's honestly one of the cutest things I've ever seen."
I honestly didn't think I was going to do this one, I didn't have any ideas for it. But I've had two people send it now so I figured I'd have to do something 😅
It's super short, so I hope that's okay
27. “You twitch in your sleep. It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”
Prompt taken from here
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“What are you doing up?” Chloe whispered, her hand coming up to rest on Beca’s back. “You should be in bed.”
“I know,” Beca replied. Her voice was barely a whisper. It was hardly there at all and was almost lost even in the silence of the room.
In the low light of the room, Chloe could see the fatigue etched on Beca’s face.
But she could also see the love.
The joy.
It had been a difficult birth. Long and gruelling and at times Beca honestly wasn’t sure how she’d survive it.
Even now she was still in a lot of pain, still beyond exhausted, but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from the little girl who’d made all the pain and fear worth it.
“I just want to look at her,” Beca said. “She’s so…” Beca trailed off.
“I know,” Chloe said. “She’s perfect.”
“She keeps doing this little twitch in her sleep,” Beca said. As if on cue, the baby twitched, her little hand balling into a fist, as her whole body gave a tiny jerk. “It’s so cute.”
Chloe pressed a kiss to Beca’s shoulder as her hand continued to rub up and down her back.
Chloe heard a soft sniffing sound, and when she looked at Beca she saw she was crying.
“Baby, what is it?”
Beca waved a hand like she was trying to swat something away. “It’s nothing,” she said. “My hormones are crazy right now.”
“Come on,” Chloe said, leading her back to their bed, which was only a few feet away from the crib. It might as well have been on the other side of the planet as far as Beca was concerned. “You need to rest.”
Chloe got a still sniffling Beca into bed, and she brushed the tears from her cheeks with a sweep of her thumb.
“Can I get you anything?” Chloe asked.
Beca shook her head. “Sorry,” she said, settling back onto the pillows, still facing their baby. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Chloe said. “You’re sleep-deprived and in pain and, like you said, your hormones are going nuts.”
“I just love her so much,” Beca said. “And I’m scared. I’m scared I won’t be enough for her.”
They’d had this conversation a thousand times. Chloe knew Beca’s fears and feelings of inadequacy ran deep within her, even if she couldn’t understand why.
She didn’t understand how Beca couldn’t see herself the way Chloe saw her. The way their daughter would see her.
“I know you are,” Chloe said. “But I promise you, you will be enough for her. You already are. I know, without a doubt, that you would do anything for that little girl. That you’ll give her all the love that your heart has to offer. I know you can do this. I know that we can do this.”
Chloe lay behind her and wrapped her arms around her middle. She kissed the back of her head.
“I’m sorry that you have to keep doing this,” Beca said, her voice still shaky, like she could burst into tears at any moment.
“Please don’t apologise for telling me how you’re feeling,” Chloe said. “I’d much rather this than you try and bottle it all up. And I don’t care if I have to tell you this a thousand more times. I will tell you again and again until you believe it. You are good enough. You’re worthy of this happiness, and this love, and that baby girl that you brought into the world.”
Beca swallowed and released a shaky breath that she didn’t know she’d been holding.
Chloe could feel the tension leaving her, and she let out her own sigh of relief.
“I love you,” Beca said, her voice soft again.
“I love you too,” Chloe replied. “Please try and sleep. You can watch her little twitches in the morning.”
Beca gave a soft laugh, and Chloe could tell she was smiling when she spoke again. “She’s so cute,” she said.
“Just like her Mom.”
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The former boyband member Niall Horan on his new album, headlining the Electric Picnic, turning 30 and taking on the world, says Louise Bruton
Sunlight pours in through the large bay windows of the Westbury Hotel and Niall Horan is a little tired. In Ireland for less than 36 hours, he’s fitting in this interview and a surprise appearance for 80 of his biggest Irish fans, all in the build-up to the release of The Show, his third solo album. Once upon a time the five-star hotel would have been mobbed by hyperventilating fans, but today he got in unnoticed.
“If someone had said to me in 2013, ‘Do you want to go for a coffee?’ I’d go, ‘No, you’re joking? That’s nuts.’” Over an Americano, a low-key Horan relives the hysteria of once being in the boyband One Direction. Since the group’s formation on The X Factor in 2010 and their indefinite hiatus announced in 2016, the Mullingar man wasn’t able to walk down the street without people pulling over in their cars to take a gawk, let alone meet pals for coffee. Unsure if he developed a fear of being surrounded, he recalls that he “nearly became a bit of a recluse”.
Going unnoticed doesn’t mean that Horan’s star has faded. With his previous albums reaching the top of the charts in the UK, the US and Ireland, and charming everyone so much as a coach on NBC’s The Voice that he’s back for the next series, he’s on top of his game, but he has learnt how to live under the radar.
“When the band stopped I went travelling in Asia for four months, just staying in shite hotels and hostels and I could do more than I expected,” he says. That trip encouraged him to reconfigure how he moves through the world. Dividing his time between his homes in Co Westmeath, Los Angeles and London, he lives as much of a normal life as he can when he’s off the pop star clock. “In this world you give people a handshake, they take your arm off, so I just keep my private life private,” he says.
In London he travels on the Tube and in Los Angeles he claims that the paparazzi only want his photo if there’s some “other famous fella in the bar”. He doesn’t play the game of going to certain restaurants just to be seen. “It’s a shame, though, because some of the nice places in LA are like that,” he says. “You have to take that risk sometimes to get a bit of grub.”
This September sees two big events that capture the stark difference between his private and professional lives — headlining Electric Picnic and turning 30. In Stradbally he’s looking forward to experiencing “the Irish love again” from the main stage, but it’s his 30th birthday party happening later on in the month that has him jittery.
“This sounds mental, coming from a pop star, but I don’t really like attention,” Horan says, so he’s “splitting the adulation” with his best friend from home. Thousands of fans screaming at him? Grand. His closest friends and family singing Happy Birthday to him? Nerve-racking.
That milestone birthday has him feeling reflective. “At my age you start to think a little bit more,” he says, joking that he’s probably 65 in showbiz years. “I don’t remember overthinking much, or ever, up until the pandemic.”
The first lockdown was the longest he has ever taken off from work. Hunkering down in London and with no pubs to go to, he was “in the best shape” of his life. He also became official with his girlfriend, Amelia Woolley, and took stock of who he is. “The last five years have been more formative than I was expecting,” he says, and it’s no surprise that this maturity syncs up with leaving the bubble of One Direction. “I had to do a lot more growing up than your average 16-year-old.”
With his peers Lewis Capaldi and Selena Gomez releasing documentaries on their struggles with fame, does he wish that he did anything different with his career? “I think if I’d had any way of a dodgy experience, I’d probably say I would change a few things, but I’ve always had a good experience with it,” he says.
“I was well supported. It’s all about the people you have around you, I think. Coming from a small town and wanting to take over the world,” he pauses to punch the air like a rock star, “in my head at the time I was ready, but most 16-year-olds are probably not.”
The Show is a different beast from 2017’s lustful Flicker and 2020’s self-explanatory Heartbreak Weather. For one he’s in love, but more thought has gone into this album. Horan’s newly considered approach to songwriting makes vulnerability look easy. “I’m in a good place in my head,” he says, but he’s hesitant to call this a happy album.
“When you’re happy I feel like that scares some writers,” he says. Bursting into a rendition of Pharrell Williams’s song Happy, he notes that if you’ve historically done cheery songs you have to show the full “umbrella” of happiness. So instead of taking the sunny route, he writes in a relatable way about the work that goes into feeling good and falling in love.
“There are artists out there that get so introspective that you have to pull out a thesaurus to see what they’re talking about,” he says, and that’s why his latest single, Meltdown, works so well. With an anthemic quality built for festivals, the chorus guides people out of a panic attack. “I was big on writing a song about feeling anxious at 180 beats per minute. The song is fast and
I wanted that because that’s what that feeling feels like,” he says, mimicking a shortness of breath. “It has to feel rapid and then the chorus just comes and it slows down.”
It’s apparently based on a few personal scenarios, and he suggests that good communication has always been a skill of his. “I think I’m a good talker,” he says, exaggerating his candidness. “I have no problem telling you how I feel. Do you want to hear it?”
Busy, at peace and taking nothing for granted, Horan’s new material is a true representation of where he is in life. With a busy year ahead with festivals, turning 30 and a freshly announced 2024 world tour, it’s time to stop thinking so much and get on with The Show. Or, as he puts it more directly: “Let’s get out and have a f***ing good time.”
Niall Horan’s album The Show is out on Thu. Tickets for his tour next year are now on sale
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so i’ve been baking bread pretty regularly since sayyyy april 2020. you know, when we were waiting for this whole kooky covid thing to die down in a few weeks, but in the meantime some people had taken the very rational step of buying out every store’s supply of EXTREMELY PERISHABLE goods, including the extremely sad 100 calorie sandwich rounds favored by my parents.
now me? I’d read enough zombie very serious survival books to have ventured to the co-op on March 10 to stock up on dry bulk ingredients, and I’d included yeast and bread flour among the necessities - not because I thought that they’d ever get used, really, it just seemed practical if things got a lot worse than anticipated. And then? Well. You know.
So I joined the club of the tens of thousands of americans who had always viewed leavened dough with a healthy skepticism and the deep sense that these things were best left to the professionals. With the circumstances now unimaginably altered, we were now very cautiously dumping yeast into bowls of warm water, all the while doubting that this would actually work. So, obviously, that sense of accomplishment I felt when, after all the proofing and kneading and rising and punching down and rising again and venting and egg washing and etc etc etc, I actually pulled two relatively respectable loaves of bread out of the oven? Fucking intoxicating.
I’ve gotten medium good at bread over the intervening years, insofar as I can produce a sandwich loaf without needing to find a recipe, I’m pretty comfortable with adding cheese or garlic or raisins and nuts or whatever if I’m feeling like an Interesting Bread, i’ve forced a few loaves of sourdough into existence (though both I and the dough were kicking and screaming the whole way), and I recieved the ultimate tool of convenience for my birthday last year, when my parents gave me the dutch oven that finally permitted me to finally skip kneading altogether (if I so desired).
Except like.,. I didn’t ask for a dutch oven. I actually asked for something much cheaper and by all accounts more convenient: A bread machine. When I did, though, my mom (who has baked precisely 0 loaves of bread in her life) said “oh, you don’t want a bread machine.”
“I don’t?” I asked, already halfway swayed by her confidence on the matter.
“oh, no, nobody ever actually uses bread machines, they just take up space on the counter.” my mom, a woman who owns two instapots, assured me.
I considered her reasoning, and very firmly replied with a defiant “oh, okay, yeah. that makes sense, and I guess I’ve gotten this far without one, so like, it’s silly to get one now.”
I know. I have a will of steel.
So like, another year has passed since that exchange, and a week or two ago i finally decided that since counter space is no longer at a premium at my new place, i could at least try out a cheap bread machine? I went on ebay, got an open box deal on a decent entry level model, and took it for a spin yesterday.
And, for what it’s worth, uhhhhhhh HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT COULD HAVE BEEN THIS LOW EFFORT THE WHOLE TIME?????
LIKE I COULD HAVE BEEN JUST DUMPING INGREDIENTS IN A PAN AND WALKING AWAY THIS WHOLE TIME?????!?!?!?
it’s making brioche for me right now. It’s almost too easy. I’m actively furious.
This feels exactly like the day I finally bought a game genie so i could get Mew to finish out my red dex. I’ve been grinding and learning helpful strats from youtube and there was a fucking cheat code that would have let me skip the bread making side quest while still gaining xp this whole goddamn time.
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hi, writing an originals / tvd elijah fanfiction on ao3 and i like your brain. can you elaborate your thoughts on klaus and his preoccupation with his sister rebekah? he’s obsessed and i’m wanting to give you a space to just go nuts on the topic and maybe help me with my characterization? my fic revolves around trauma, religious and generational, and i’m not looking to paint klaus as anything other than severely disturbed. and this disturbing opinion is not one i encounter a lot. so: what’s his deal with his sister?
Klaus is an incredibly difficult character to write and he is, in my opinion, the most complex character in the tvd universe.
As a human, Klaus craved love desperately and the only people who gave it to him were Elijah and Rebekah: I wouldn't count Esther in, because despite the fact that she clearly loved him and all her kids, she just didn't give him the reassurance and comfort he needed, and she didn't protect him from Mikael either. As a result, Klaus clinged to the two of them and that only got worse when they turned into vampires. His "clinginess" turned into paranoia mixed with a toxic love, and as a result, he started controlling their lives by daggering them or/and killing any potential lovers because he was scared his siblings would love those persons more than they loved him and/or leave him because of it.
With Rebekah it was just worse, because they were the closest growing up and they remained the closest as vampires as well until Hope was born, where Elijah took her spot because she was finally free of him. It's canon Rebekah stood with Klaus even when Elijah didn't, and knowing how controlling he is, it's safe to assume she didn't get to be away from him for more than a month without having him throw a fit (I'm not counting The Originals days in this, because as I said before, it took Rebekah wanting to kill him to make Klaus see he was an asshole and he has to change his ways for the sake of his unborn daughter). In top of that, there's the side of him that gets insanely jealous whenever Rebekah has the smallest crush.
That is part of what I said about his paranoia and toxicity: he couldn't and wouldn't allow anyone to take his spot in her life, he loved her in a way that was abusive and Rebekah had no other choice but accept it. He was more than just overprotective and she falls in love way too easily, not just because he denied her the chance of a lasting relationship but also because mentally she's just a teenager that tends (at least in tvd) to lash out emotionally when people don't love her the way she wants them to.
In romantic terms, Klaus was denied of love too: he got rejected by Aurora in the most cruel way ever and Tatia didn't love him because she was in love with Elijah, and even a thousand years later the wounds caused by both women were in a sense still fresh. So he took it out on his little sister too, who was fond of anyone who was sweet to her, perhaps because he didn’t want her to go through the same heartache as him, and because he has been in love too and those feelings clouded his thoughts too much.
I mean, like when Aurora dumped her to the bottom of the ocean, when he was flirting with Hayley, when he was also flirting with Caroline while the mother of his daughter was kidnapped, or when he sacrificed himself for Cami: Klaus has put those women over his family a lot of times, something all his siblings have done with their respective love interests, and yet he criticizes them when they do it. They all chose love over family, but in Klaus's mind, he was the only one who had the right to. He's selfish like that, he can do whatever he wants but as soon as his family does the same he flips.
Despite that, he clearly loves his family. He loves Rebekah, Kol, Elijah, Freya, and even Finn: after all, he daggered him and kept him in a box for a thousand years and stuffed his mother into a coffin but he still carried their dead bodies around because he wasn't willing to abandon them despite everything.
One of my personal headcanons that you can take as canon if you want is that a part of his abuse towards Rebekah is because she looks like Esther. Their mother binded him, stripped him from his werewolf heritage and in a fit of rage he killed her: but it didn't do anything to quell his anger because his favorite sibling, his little sister, was her living image. We all know Klaus doesn't deal well with his emotions, especially the ones related to betrayal, so of course he was gonna blame his mother's actions on Rebekah.
And I don't know if that's what you meant, but I have a dumb brain so if you intented to have Klaus having "romantic" feelings for Rebekah it's more or less the same: he was obssesed with her, he didn't allow anyone to have her and she was the only woman who showed him loyalty, so his feelings could have easily changed into a form of twisted love and the mentality of "if I can't have her, no one can".
Anyway, I'm really honored you asked me about my opinion 🙌. Klaus is a fucked up person and it's hard to think why he does the things he does, people love to blame all his actions and the way he is on his bad childhood and Mikael's abuse and yeah, he deserved a better human life but his actions were his, being abused doesn't mean you have abuse other people and in his fear and hate he turned out to be even worse than Mikael in a sense.
(He's still my bitch tho)
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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Streaming Troubles
Requested by azullluna
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“Alright, so if we go down this hallway and to the left, there should be the exit..” You mumbled to no one in particular, your character roaming a haunted hallway inside of a horror game called “123 Slaughter Me Street”. The chat of your youtube livestream was rather slow today. There were plenty of people watching, over 6 thousand people, but it wasn’t as active as it was normally.
Maybe you weren’t seeing how fast it actually was. It was raining outside which seemed to slow the world down, and you were playing a horror game, making you hyper sensitive to every moving thing in the room within your peripheral vision. It really wasn’t the most ideal or relaxing environment, but that was fine. It was a horror game stream so why in the world would it be relaxing?
As you finally found the exit, your chat began to go absolutely nuts, comments flashing by faster than you could read it. Comments like, “BEHIND YOU!!” and “OMGOSH (YT/n) LOOK OUT!” being the most common which made you confused as you entered the lit doorway inside the game. “Chat what are you-”
A loud shout and the feeling of two hands grabbing your shoulders made you shriek and thrash around, consequently falling out of your chair and onto the floor. There above you, laughing with his hands on his knees, was your dad, Markiplier. “HAHAHA! The look on your face was priceless!” You got up, smacking him lightly on the arm. “You’re lucky I finished the level, otherwise I would’ve killed you.”
Mark smiled, looking at you with an innocent look. “Aww don’t be like that. You know you love me.” Returning to your chair, you smirked and let your hands rest on the keyboard and mouse. “I don’t know.. I think I’m starting to shift more to hate than love.” Mark let out a dramatic gasp, his hands flying to the back of your chair and shaking it as he exclaimed, “But (Y/n), hatred to the dark side leads! Has Star Wars taught you nothing??”
The chat was still thriving with the many viewers shouting compliments, hellos, and proclamations of love to you and Mark, as well as laughing at your family antics. “Anyway,” your dad continued, watching as you start up the next level, “I got some Chick-Fil-A while I was out and I have some food for you if you want it.”
“Oh heck yeah I want it. Thank you! I take back what I said about hating you.” Mark laughed as he left the room and came back a moment later with the bag of deliciousness, followed closely by Chica who stared intently at the delivery. “Alright, see you after the stream! Love you!” He said, waving behind him as he left the room.
“Love you too!” You paused the game, opening up the bag and sorting the food on the desk before resuming. Looking back at the stream, the stream of comments hadn’t entirely died down from their Markiplier high. “Oi, chat, stop calling my dad hot.” Taking a bite out of a waffle fry, you started a new level.
-timeskip a week later-
“No, Alcina Lady Dimitrescu would never be a vessel for someone so unworthy as Eva! Already perfect is what you were trying to say! Already the pinnacle of evolution! You could literally do no better than what you already have so why would you even need a vessel for Eva?” Announced Mark as he played through Resident Evil Village.
As he continued his rant, a knock came from the door. “Dad! She’ll be a fine vessel. It’s not like Lady’s alive or anything.” You called, opening the door to the room. Yes, you knew he was recording but decided to mess with him. “No! Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop lying to yourself! She’s dead, she’s not real, and she’s not coming back!”
“First of all, she’s not dead, she’s just in my pocket in the form of an inanimate crystal statue. Also, I could say the same thing about some of those fictional boys you love so much.”
“At least my fictional relationships won’t try to kill me as soon as they see me.”
“Listen, we have a very complicated relationship! You wouldn’t understand our love.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” You promptly left the room as Mark rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, chat.”
-timeskip the next day-
You were once again streaming live on YouTube, this time playing Fall Guys. So far you had managed to score two wins out of the seven rounds you played thus far. During a break in the game, you once again saw your chat go nuts with excited greetings to your dad. Turning around, you noticed Mark frozen in place, as if by not moving you wouldn’t notice him. The two of you stayed in that position, your interlocked gazes not breaking for about a minute.
In his hand was a small box of mocha pop tarts.
“Breaking your diet again, are you?” You said, crossing your arms as Mark started moving again, hiding the opened box of pastries behind your reading pillow and some stuffies in front of your bookshelf. The box was perfectly hidden on the lower shelf. “Don’t tell Amy.” He simply said, exiting the room.
The chat continued to move quickly, people spamming messages like:
“Don’t worry! I’ll never snitch on you 🤫”
“I LOVE YOU MARK!!!”
“Even when binge eating poptarts, he’s still friggin hot!”
And “MARK PLS MARRY ME!!”
Yes, this certainly wasn’t uncommon when he appeared in a stream, but it did get annoying at times. “Chat, calm the heck down and for heaven’s sake stop calling my dad hot!”
“An interesting comment section you have here.” suddenly came a comment from Mark in the live chat, making it blow up once again with the praise and nearly undivided attention from the excited viewers.
“(sigh). This is gonna be a long stream…” You grumbled under your breath as you continued the game.
-timeskip later that day-
Mark was relaxing in the living room when You walked downstairs, sitting down on a nearby couch. An awkward silence filled the room, the two of them not daring to break it or even look at each other. The pressure began to build with every second that passed till it reached a breaking point when a female voice entered the scene with the sound of a closing door.
“Mark, (Y/n)! I’m here!”
“I’M GONNA TELL AMY!!”
“(Y/N) NO!!!”
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Into My Web
Chapter 18
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
You looked up from your bowl of cereal to a dashing looking Billy in his best suit. You forgot your spoon halfway to your mouth and stared at him, mouth slightly open. A wide smirk crept onto his face at your reaction. He knew he was good looking but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy his ego being stroked by his favorite little human.
The sound of milk dripping from your now tilted spoon shook you out of it and you kept eating.
"You know the rules," he muttered as he made sure his tie was straight. It had been a good few days since he'd first been back to work and he was easing back into it. He had an important client meeting today and he wasn't looking forward to it. Meeting stuck up people drove him nuts but he'd be getting a nice sum of money for it so he'd do it with a charming smile.
"Yes, I'll behave or be punished," you said between two mouthfuls looking up at him with a smile. You really didn't want to be anywhere else anyway.
"Oh! By the way, do you have any more movies? Cuzz I've watched all the drawer ones like twice now," you asked with a little pout. You didn't really know what to do with your day since you've done most of today's chores in advance this week.
He was smoothing some stray hairs back in the mirror and he turned to look at you with a smirk. He moved to grab his laptop before putting it in front of you, pornhub open for you. He figured you'd have plenty to entertain yourself with and maybe you'd learn a few new things.
"Oh my God! There's just so many!," you said open-mouthed looking at his laptop screen. There seemed to be thousands of short to long videos of all kinds. You'd need weeks to even see half of them.
"Daily uploads? Does that mean they even add more everyday to the thousands already there?!" You asked incredulously looking up at Billy with absolute astonishment.
Billy bit his lip to stifle a laugh. You had the enthusiasm of a teenage boy first discovering porn and it amused him greatly.
"Yeah. There's a lot on here, I'm sure you'll find some things you like," he said as he grabbed his coat and put it on.
"Whoa…" You said already browsing the site unblinking while eating your cereals. He shook his head with a snort, giving you one last look. It was nice to not be so worried about you trying to escape or run off while he did his work. It still shocked him how much things had changed between the pair of you. He really wouldn't have guessed sex would be the key to your obedience.
"Alright, I'm headin' out. Be good," he said firmly as he made his way to the door.
"Bye," you said looking up from the screen quickly. He nodded before he swiftly left, leaving you to browse all the porn until your heart's content.
You got up from the table at some point to do the few daily chores you could do while he was at work. You then flopped down on the couch with his laptop and went back to the site he had opened up for you. After a few videos, some just grossing you out only two seconds into it, you saw a little account button. You clicked on it being the curious kitten that you were and saw his account page. It was mostly blank but the thing that really caught your attention was the tab named watched videos. You clicked on it and it was exactly what you hoped it'd be. You quickly scrolled down to the first video you remembered watching and went backwards from there.
It was very interesting and intimate to watch videos he enjoyed, some even liked with the heart-shaped button. You watched those with a particular interest, trying to pinpoint what he seemed to enjoy about them. A few videos later, you ended up on a very different scene and it wasn’t just one in a million, the same scenes and title act was repeated on multiple videos. You went back to the first and clicked play again.
The lady was tied up standing with her back to a weird X-shaped wooden cross thingy. The room was very bare and much like the creepy basement under your feet. You scrolled forward a bit to a handsome man towering over her, reminding you of Billy's dominance over you. You felt goosebumps flare all over your skin at the thought of it. A knife appeared out of nowhere in his hand and he proceeded to strip her of her clothes, the sharp knife cutting into the cloth easily. Once she was all naked for him to enjoy, he ran the point of the knife down her chest leaving a red scratch behind. That was something you did with your nails once and Billy enjoyed it too, just like the girl on screen making little needy sounds.
The man slowly and carefully cut into her skin with the knife near her right ribcage. It wasn't a deep cut but it started to bleed nonetheless. He did a few more cuts on her body staying away from her arteries as you remembered what you learned reading the library anatomy book. The man smeared the blood on her body with his hands and proceeded to lick his way down her body.
Knife play. Blood play.
You watched a second video only this time it really piqued your interest. A man and a woman devouring each other's body with haste and a roughness you knew very well. Only this time, they both cut each other. You watched the man fall to pieces under her dominance and it fascinated you. How he groaned when she licked his dripping blood and when she dangerously threatened him with the sharp blade over his arteries. He seemed to worship her for it, the blood play, the dangerous teasing… You wanted to be her.
After a few more videos you closed the laptop shut and put it away on the coffee table. You took a deep breath and stood to pace around a bit, your cheeks feeling very hot and your brain going a thousand miles an hour. You looked thoughtful with your vacant eyes and biting your thumb nail.
Billy could absolutely not do that to you, being a vampire, blood, killing you and all… But maybe you could do it to him. After all, you knew very well where he kept most of his weapons around the house. You also had an almost empty basement right under your feet with plenty of room to set something nice up.
The more you thought the more the scene became clearer and clearer in your head and you realized you really wanted it. You remembered how sweet his blood tasted the other day. Your mouth almost watered at the thought of it. You slightly wondered if it was a vampire thing because when you hurt yourself that time Billy just took off to not kill you, you had a taste and it wasn’t yummy at all.
You looked at the clock on the wall and made a decision. You had three hours to go. It was now or never.
You had prepared a little makeshift scene downstairs that reminded you of that Aladdin movie you watched the other day. The basement floor being concrete was definitely gonna be a bitch on your bones. So you might have stolen the guest room carpet, a couple of pillows and throw blankets here and there.
The comfort part of the evening being taken care of, the lighting part was still problematic. The bright swinging light bulb on the ceiling was just gonna kill every chance of this being a success. You ran back upstairs and looked for candles. You remembered Billy telling you where they were in case of an electrical issue. He could see in the dark, you'd just break your neck with how clumsy you were sometimes.
You took a couple of candlesticks with their small holders and a pack of matches. You hurried back downstairs and finished prepping everything up. You looked at the time and hurried up for a quick shower to freshen up. You tried to put some make-up, finally using those samples you got from the pampering day with Karen. It wasn't bad, very subtle but you liked it. Then it was time for the last pieces of the evening, beside Billy, obviously.
You took some lingerie he had gotten you the other day and put the bodysuit on. The black shiny straps over your hips and bum felt very comfortable, caging you safely in. One long single strap ran up your torso, between your bare breasts and ended in a choker around your neck. You carefully applied the heart-shaped pasties to your breasts and looked at yourself in the bedroom mirror.
You wondered if you were gonna make a fool of yourself and piss him off. It was a very, very fine line you were playing with and it could definitely mean the closet AND the wobbly stool all over again. If he wouldn't just take the knife and kill you with it.
"Urg!! Stop freaking out and be confident for once" You said angrily to your reflection stumping down your foot. You knew he'd love it. You remembered how he reacted the other day when he nipped his lip and you kissed it clean. If the dozens of videos on his laptop account wasn't proof enough already. You squared your shoulder and kept your chin up.
You took a detour to where you knew some weapons of his were. You carefully picked a knife that felt comfortable in your smaller hand and put everything back like you found it. He'd be home any minute now, you couldn’t back out now. You made your way to the basement and waited hid in the shadows, the knife in your hand.
By the time Billy was getting home, he was tense and tired. He hadn't been able to check the cameras since that morning, stuck in meeting after meeting. The important client meeting ran on for what felt like forever and the man was a grade A asshole but Billy really wanted his money. And if all that wasn't bad enough, Frank kept trying to talk to him. Luckily he was too busy so he avoided it but he knew soon he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't as mad at Frank since some time had passed but the betrayal of Frank trying to take you away from him still stung like a bitch. He wasn't sure why he thought it'd be a good idea to take you there. He knew it wouldn't be, knew how Frank would react. And at the time the urge to bring you was explained by him wanting to push Frank's buttons for always making him feel like a bad guy. But it wasn't just that, he'd really just wanted you to meet his family for some reason. A reason he wasn't sure of nor would he look into too deeply.
Not being able to keep an eye on you for most of the day left Billy feeling agitated. He missed your presence and he had no idea if you'd been a good girl or not. He'd be pretty pissed if he got home and you'd ran off again. As he unlocked the front door, your scent hit him, your heartbeat in his ears. He untensed a little knowing you were here as he toed off his shoes by the door and made his way further inside. It was oddly quiet which made him suspicious as he moved into the living room. Your heart rate was pretty fast and he stood still in the centre of the room as he closed his eyes and tried to pinpoint it. Your scent was also sweeter, as it usually was when you were excited but it was also tinged with some nerves. He had no idea what you were up to.
"Kitten?" He called out, dark eyes sweeping around the room. He got no answer and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He slowly followed the sound of the fluttering of your heart, going towards the basement. What the fuck were you doing in the basement? You waited till the last second before jumping out of the doorway, right in front of him with the blade at his chest. You grinned wickedly and tried to suppress chuckles by biting your lower lip.
It didn't startle him in the least and a smirk tugged at his lips at how unbelievably adorable you were. His eyes raked over your body in the lingerie and he felt the deep tugging of arousal pulling at him. It was only increased by his knife you were holding.
"Whatcha doin' with the knife, kitten?" He asked amused, brow raised as he looked at you.
"I prepared a little surprise for you," you said with a smirk, running the pointy end of the knife down his chest.
"Did you now?" He asked in a low voice, intrigued and turned on. He had no idea just what you had planned but he knew he was looking forward to it. He couldn't take his eyes off you, all dressed up for him with a deadly weapon in your hands. His dick was already hard and straining against his pants.
"Mmhmm! Although it'd be a shame to ruin one of your suits," you said thoughtfully, tapping the blade on his chest as you wondered how pissed he'd be if you cut into it with the knife. His eyes darted to the knife before back to your face, a brow quirked.
"But I'll be a very, very good girl for you if you let me?" You asked a bit sheepishly, batting your eyelashes at him. You were about to do very bold things you'd never ever had thought you could do and live to tell the tale. You reached for his hand to slowly pull him forward and downstairs with you.
Billy really wasn't sure what you had planned for him but he was incredibly curious and so turned on that he followed willingly, wanting to see just where the night would go. He didn't think it would hurt to at least see what kind of things you had in mind. If he wasn't into it then he could put a stop to it no problems.
You were relieved to feel him follow you willingly without too many questions. You carefully went down the stairs so as not to fall and stab yourself like an idiot. You led him near the little love nest you had prepared and let go of his hand so he could take in the scene. You sat on a pillow like a mermaid on a rocky shore, inviting him into your deadly loving arms.
Billy's dark eyes travelled around the normally cold and miserable basement, brows raised and a smirk on his lips. Honestly, he was impressed. He wondered how long it took you to set all this up and he was a little grateful he hadn't been able to spy on you.
"So… what are these plans?" He asked, moving to sit next to you as his eyes drank in the sight of you looking so pretty for him.
You moved so you were straddling his lap, wanting to be close to him for this.
"Well, I thought we could do something...new," you said to him with a naughty smirk. His hands smoothed up your hips over the lingerie and to your uncovered sides, settling in the dip of your waist as he looked at you curiously.
"New?" He asked intrigued. His eyes couldn't stop roaming your body and how adorably delicious you looked with the heart shaped pasties on.
"I might have found some previously watched videos on that site you showed me," you said, biting your lower lips and looking up into his eyes almost timidly. He hummed with a smirk, his hands moving to your ass and palming it as he watched you. He was incredibly curious about what you'd been watching.
"Saw somethin' you liked, kitten?" He asked teasingly.
"Mmhmm. I was hoping you'd let me...try something..new and not..get mad? Maybe?" You said nervously, sounding like an idiot. You rather sound like an idiot for a minute and break the mood than stay quiet and end up dead for your boldness.
He leaned closer and trailed his nose along your neck up to your ear. Your pulse was going a mile a minute and the predator in him loved it.
"Consider me interested," he purred before nipping your ear. He really had no clue what you wanted to try that might make him mad but he'd keep it in mind since you spoke to him first for his blessing. If he didn't like it he'd just tell you.
You grinned and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. You put the knife down for now and pulled him closer to you by his tie. He moaned into the kiss, hands still on your ass as he pressed you against him. He was already worked up from being away from you all day and coming home to you like this.
You slid your hands inside his jacket and slid it off his shoulders as you nipped his lower lip with a chuckle. You decided you'd keep part of his suit intact for now. He couldn't keep his hands off you, caressing your soft curves as he felt his need for you increase.
You kissed his lips, his neck and made sure to keep him under you for now as you teased him. You helped him out of his waistcoat and moved off his lap to undo his belt slowly, way too slowly. You loved how he looked back at you with dark and narrowed eyes . It made you feel almost power drunk as you grinned wickedly.
He smirked as he raised a brow. You were lucky you were being so cute with your teasing.
"I'm startin' to see why you thought I'd get mad," he drawled playfully. He wanted nothing more than to pin you down and fuck you until you lost your voice, but he was far too curious about whatever plans you had for him.
You laughed sweetly and it echoed off the concrete walls around you. You finished undressing him of his pants, leaving him with the three pieces of clothing you were definitely cutting into. You moved back to his lap and yanked on his tie a little rougher than you'd dare.
"That was just the opening act," you teased, hovering above his lips taking hold of the knife with the other hand.
He groaned, fingers digging into your thighs as he tried to chase your lips. Your confidence caught him off guard a little but he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying it. He liked teasing. Usually he was the one giving it out but it didn't mean he didn't like to be on the receiving end of it. He had a limit though and he wondered just how far you were going to push him.
You brought the dull edge of the knife to his perfectly defined jawbone and ran the blade over his skin. You still had a death grip on his tie with the other hand. The feel of the cold metal against his skin made him arch up at you with a soft moan. Excitement ran through his body as he watched you with rapt attention. He hadn't thought you'd be into knifeplay but he was more than happy to take part in your little fantasy.
You carefully slid the blade between his tie and his shirt, aiming the blade away from you both. You gave him a smirk and easily cut through the tie with the knife. You dangled the ruined tie before tossing it away, looking at him for his reaction. A sly smirk spread on his lips and he bit his lower lip. His suit was expensive but he wasn't really upset about it when the whole thing turned him on this much. He could always buy another, it wasn't like he didn't have the money.
"Naughty kitty," he smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.
"Kitty has claws today," you said back, amused and pleased by this whole new leading experience. You just couldn’t stop grinning, smirking and biting your lower lip. He chuckled as he watched you. He wasn't sure how you could be cute when doing something intense like this but you managed it and he loved it. He was enjoying seeing this side to you.
You pushed him back with one hand on his chest so he'd lay back down. You weren't sure where to cut his dress shirt. You rolled your hips over his covered cock and you considered how to go about this. He moaned as he grasped your hips, squirming under you a little. He didn't think he'd be content to let his little pet play dominant with him but so far he was enjoying himself.
You tilted your head to the side and nodded, you knew how to do this. You lifted the hem of his dress shirt and slid the blade under it. Once you saw the knife peek out at his neck you playfully kept sliding upwards until the pointy blade was poking under his chin. He tilted his head a little, arching his neck as his almost black eyes bore into you.
You swiftly pulled the knife back down cutting through the threads holding the buttons which went flying everywhere. You were done teasing, you wanted the main event now. You quickly opened up his ruined shirt and licked at the skin of his chest, moaning. He groaned, very much enjoying the erotic show you were putting on for him.
You reached down hurriedly with your free hand to stroke his ridiculously hard cock, making a loud moan leave his lips as he arched up into your hand. You gave him some good relief before sliding off his lap and carefully, cutting through his boxers on each side. Vampire or not, you wanted to keep his balls very much away from the blade.
He was starting to feel delirious from how badly he needed you. The little friction you'd given him wasn't enough. He watched with rapt attention and his now red eyes as you cut at his boxers. There was something deeply alluring about the sight of you with his knife like this.
You yanked on his ruined boxers giggling. You loved just how much he let you try this freely, letting you lead and all. He smirked up at you, glad you were also enjoying yourself. His patience was starting to wane though, he wasn't sure how long he'd let you have you fun until he took over.
You moved back to straddle his lap, one hand caressing his chest. You leaned forward, your lips crashing on his as you kissed him hard. He kissed back hungrily with a groan, rubbing himself against you for some mild relief. His hands were everywhere at once as he touched anywhere he could get his hands on.
You pressed the sharp part of the blade down on his right pect and slid the knife quickly so you wouldn't chicken out of it. You stopped moving, the knife still in the air in your hand, waiting for his reaction. You were either gonna live or die.
He felt a wave of arousal and pleasure shoot right through him as he gasped and he looked up at you a little shocked. A wicked grin worked its way onto his face as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your face towards his roughly.
"Harder," he demanded, needing more.
You hissed as he pulled you toward him but you relaxed instantly when he spoke. You looked at his chest and wondered just how much harder he meant. You put the knife back to his chest and pushed down harder, hesitating.
"I'm not sure how much you can take, I don't wanna hu-" your sentence never finished itself as your eyes stared at the first cut. It was already completely healed. The only clue there was ever a cut there was the few drops of blood still there. Your eyebrows flew upwards as you stared down at him with amazement.
"Vampire, sweetheart. I heal fast," he grinned, red eyes boring into you intensely. The fact you didn't want to hurt him was amusing and adorable. The fact you thought you of all people could cause him harm was laughable.
You cut into him quick and sharp. It left a bigger cut than the previous one but as you stared at it, you could already see it healing over. You looked at his face and understood what harder meant. He gave you a dirty smirk as he raised a challenging brow at you, hands gripping your hips tightly.
Your free hand smeared the small amount of blood over his chest and you sucked your fingers clean. You moaned, enjoying the sweet taste of it. A part of your brain knew it was blood but it didn't taste like blood. You couldn't even start to comprehend what it tasted like. You just knew you loved it as you rubbed yourself over his cock, wishing you were naked too.
He saw how your pupils dilated and heard how your heart rate changed. You liked the taste of his blood and it would have left him breathless if he had a need to breathe. He was so hard he was aching for you and he moaned at the friction you were providing him with. His patience was really wearing thin and he grabbed the lingerie you were wearing and ripped it with ease, the sound of the material ripping filling the room. He wanted you and he wanted you now.
You gasped at how easily he tore through it and it shot a wild jolt of pleasure through you making you moan loudly. You rubbed your wet pussy over his cock and brought the knife down again. This time, you really cut through and blood spilled out of the wound.
An absolutely filthy moan left his lips as the mixture of pleasure and pain ripped through his body and brought all of his senses alive. He'd never found anyone willing to play so rough with him before.
"More," he growled, needing more of the feelings you were giving him.
You gave him a wicked smile. You've never seen him this needy before and it made you feel empowered. You moved your hips to finally take all of him inside you as you slid the knife down his ribs cutting him again. He gasped, back arching at feeling you so wet and tight around him.
His moans were music to your ears, it sent goosebumps all over your skin. You rode him hard, smearing his blood all over his own chest. You grinned at him as you leaned down to lick the blood running down all over him. He was an absolute mess, writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat under you. He didn't think he'd ever felt such euphoria before but it was overwhelming him. Seeing you licking up his blood had him precariously close to the edge of his release.
You moaned and made a bloody mess out of your lower face, not caring about staying clean as you licked and sucked the blood off him. It felt surreal, otherworldly, like every inch of your body was electrified. You rode him faster sitting up and running your messy hand all over your skin.
You were a vision with his blood painting your skin like this. A Goddess. He didn't think he'd seen a sight more beautiful than this before. His hands joined yours, taking in every inch of your skin and smearing his blood along your body as he went. He was still gasping and moaning, the pleasure running rampant through his body.
A wild thought crossed your mind and you bit your lower lip hard as the images flipped through your eyes. You stopped riding him and slid off his lap to lay down next to him.
"Come play with kitten," you invited him, legs wide open and a naughty grin, twirling the knife in your hand.
A growl rumbled deep in the back of his throat and he practically pounced on you, his lips devouring your blood tinged mouth as he pushed inside of you with a loud moan. Even though it was his own blood, he liked the way your tongue tasted with it. He was rutting into you like an animal, pure primal need taking over his body as the beast took over him.
You wrapped your legs around him, kissing him back with the same hunger.
"Have I been a good girl?" You chimed in playfully. You barely gave him time to answer, you were already cutting him down the middle of his chest. A guttural moan got ripped from him at the intense pain and pleasure.
It was messy and deeper than you predicted as his blood dripped down on your stomach and breasts. You tossed the knife next to you both and used both hands to smear every drop of it on both of you. He knelt up, still inside of you as he thrust into you hard and fast. You were covered in his blood and he watched you eagerly as you rubbed it all over your body.
You moaned, kneading your blood covered breasts as he looked down on you with need. He felt almost desperate for release, this whole thing the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. He went at you harder, his hand sliding down your blood covered stomach to between your legs. He started rubbing frenzied circles around your clit with his bloodied fingers, his hips snapping to yours almost violently as his moans filled the room.
You gripped at the carpet hard, you back arching up as he furiously pleasured you. You felt like you were gonna explode in a thousand pieces, it just kept building up and up. You couldn't stop gasping and moaning so loud your throat hurt. You ran your bloodied hands in your hair and closed your fists in them. You looked at him before shutting your eyes tightly and came with such force your shoulders left the floor. You gasped for air between screams of pleasure echoing all around you.
It pushed him right over the edge, pure and raw pleasure tearing right through his body. He came hard with a loud moan, spilling himself inside of you. The wave of bliss washed over him and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The intensity of the sex making it so much stronger than what he was used to. It was like he'd had a hit of heroin or something. His body suddenly felt like jello and he lay on top of you, careful not to put too much of his weight on you so he didn't crush you. He nuzzled your neck, practically purring as he let the feelings linger in his system.
You flopped back trying to catch your breath. You moved your hands to play in his hair and caress his cool skin.
"That was…" you panted under him. It had been such an intense experience you didn't have words for it. Your throat hurt from all the loud screaming and moaning, it made it hard to swallow.
He chuckled and placed a sweet kiss to your neck.
"It was," he murmured. He didn't think you had it in you if he was honest. It was way more than what he was used to with his many one nighters. He didn't think he'd ever felt this content before.
You laid there for a while enjoying the weight of his body as you played with his hair. Your brain was now thinking clearly, pass the primal and foggy haze of sex. You had stepped way beyond the line with him tonight and it made you wonder if he'd punish you even if he seemed to have loved it. You moved your head a bit and looked at him.
"I'll clean everything up before bed. I know you like to keep your home tidy," you said with a bit of a weak smile, blowing on the nearest lit candle. You didn't want to clean at all. You felt physically and mentally exhausted. The last thing you needed was to heave the carpet upstairs and clean the damn thing. You clearly didn't think the whole thing through.
He moved off you and ran a hand through his hair.
"Nah, leave it for now. Let's go get clean," he replied. He did like his home tidy but right then he couldn't care less. You'd been a very good girl and he thought he could at least give you the rest of the night off so you could sleep and recuperate. You were covered in his blood and while blood was nothing to him, you were human and he knew once your high wore off it'd be uncomfortable for you. He very much wanted a repeat of this sometime so he wanted to make sure it was a pleasant experience. Even after.
He stood up, taking your hand and helping you stand. After blowing out all of the candles so his house didn't burn down, he led you upstairs to the bathroom. He set to work getting towels ready and turning the shower on warm for you.
You were shivering so much your body jerked in spasms making you gasp sharply. You crossed your arms over your chest in hope to warm you up. You felt cold but it was an odd cold, it felt hollow somehow.
Billy glanced at you and frowned. He had a feeling you were feeling the drop after such intense sex and he needed to make sure you were okay so you didn't see this as a bad experience.
"C'mon," he murmured softly as he guided you into the shower.
You walked in the shower with a small hiss when the hot water hit your skin. You almost backed away but you knew better. You looked down to the blood tinged water running between your toes. Billy's blood. You knew it wasn't yours so why did your chest feel so hollow and painful. You frowned, annoyed with your reaction and knowing very well he'd be aware of your change of mood. You kept your head down and rubbed the dried blood on your arms with shaky hands.
Billy was keeping a close eye on you. Your heart rate, your scent. He could tell you were dropping and fast. He took your hands and moved them from your body, taking over as he gently started to wash his blood off you. He was feeling unusually calm and sated, the animalistic sex had soothed the beast inside of him so much he was sure it was asleep. He felt almost human, it would have been unsettling if he wasn't feeling so calm.
You looked at him through the corner of your eye and it made your chest hurt even more. His presence wasn't soothing like usual, it felt painful and sharp. It made you feel alone, like he was a foot away from you but it felt like he was miles away.
You were so quiet and seemed in your own head, it was a little worrying. He hoped he hadn't gone and broke you. This whole thing was your idea and it was amazing. He'd be pretty pissed if this was what pushed you over the edge after everything else he'd done to you.
"You're okay, kitten," he soothed softly as he cleaned you up, the blood washing down the drain.
Kitten. You loved his pet name for you so why did it make you cry?
"Excuse me, I-I'm not, I don't know what's happening. I don't feel good. Why am I feeling so…" you stammered frowning, having no idea if there was a word for what you felt. You had loved surprising him and it had been a really crazy experience you enjoyed a lot. You loved when he touched you, when he kissed you and smiled at you. He's been super kind to you this week so your reaction deeply confused you.
He heaved a deep sigh, gathering you in his arms as he cradled your head against his chest.
"It was intense, your body's just tryin' to handle it. You don't gotta worry, you'll be fine. I got you," he murmured, stroking your wet hair as he held you close to him. Maybe he felt a little bad. Just a little. You clearly weren't used to things like this and you'd done it for him. And he knew you'd enjoyed yourself while it was happening. Your little human body was just struggling to deal with it. He didn't like the guilt blooming in his chest. Billy Russo didn't do guilt. He needed it to stop and the only options he had were to snap your neck or comfort you. And since he quite liked having you around he decided to settle on the latter. He stroked your hair soothingly as he held you tight, nuzzling the top of your head as he tried to ease you through the shaking.
You melted into his embrace one hand around him to his lower back and the other resting on his arm. You closed your eyes, focused on the smell of his cool skin and took deep breaths. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, how it warmed up your chest and made your heart all fuzzy.
"Thank you for being patient with me. That's not how I pictured the end of the evening," you said sniffing a bit with a chuckle. He smiled to himself and placed a kiss to your head.
"You've been a very good girl. Just lemme take care of you now, alright?" He said softly, moving to look at you. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, nodding. You rested your head on his chest and sighed peacefully.
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as someone who wasn't around in 2014....can you tell me what it was like? (stucky) can you give me a taste of the gardens of babylon etc
what was it like...this is such a fun question i want you to know i gave serious thought to my answer and also discussed it at length with my 2014 friend last night and i know already it's gonna be so long. sorry that i answered your ask at fuck o clock in the morning i am scheduling it to go up later and also at the time you sent the ask in to make sure you see it
ok so like. i mean, you're on the fandom website, right, so i assume youve been in fandoms. idk if youve ever been in a really, REALLY big fandom, at the same time that said fandom was also producing content (even if the source material was not). think d*stiel post nov 5, or undert*le circa late 2015/early 2016, or z*lda after totk came out, or h*rry p*tter as the seventh book was being released. (i'm censoring to avoid a false positive of anybody's blacklist except in the case of the last one, which i am censoring out of <3 disrespect.) like there's something REALLY luxurious about being in ANY large and active fandom and it's mostly the power of crowdsourcing. st*r tr*k 2009's tarsus iv headcanons. the storm trooper lore re: the f*rce awakens before the second two movies came out. everyone just kind of agreeing that dean w*nchester was a teenage hooker. you know?
like, that's "just fanon," sure, but part of the beauty of it is that no one person makes up fanon, we all gather in the biggest writing group in the world and collectively go insane and bat ideas back and forth. there are a hundred THOUSAND fics about bucky barnes on ao3 and that's just the people who were writing, not even counting artists and gifmakers and meta-writers and people who just reblog stuff. i can't possibly begin to put an accurate number to how many people are in any given fandom at any given time, but imagine (on the low end, i'm sure) there are THOUSANDS, perhaps tens of thousands, of people going nuts about stevebucky at all times. tens of THOUSANDS people doing "yes and" with each other on the internet 24 hours a day seven days a week. it's just like being in any fandom, you log on to your dash and see what the mewchies posted while you were gone, but in a fandom so huge and so active you were getting bombarded with idea after idea after idea every single second, so if you don't like one you're spoiled for choice in what you engage with next. it didn't even matter that cap3 was two years away or that it sucked when it finally got here because we collectively wrote cap3 a million times over. like, genuinely, it was a mass creative exercise. it's the biggest writing group in the world. for better or worse, we were shaping our own version of that universe, without any input from or regard to the people who actually created the characters and movie, in a way that compelled most strongly to our own tastes and demographic.
what made this particular movie/fandom special though was a few things. firstly i still genuinely believe it was ahead of its time...marvel shit pre disney was allowed to be political in ways it is ABSOLUTELY not now. like, cap2 could say "the government is secretly full of nazis and they all need to burn" in 2014 two years before the 2016 election and 7 years before jan 6. like you just couldn't say that now. "war bad" is an oldie but goodie, but "our entire government is corrupt and needs to be torn into flaming pieces and cast into the potomac" is um. pretty radical. so is, by the way, "men as victims" and "men having emotions" etcetc. like, not in fandom, fandom all but invented that shit, but as far as dumb superhero movies go. i can't tell you the number of metas i read AND WROTE discussing steve rogers and masculinity and how all that was portrayed, intentionally or not, in that fucking film. i had entire separate universes built up in my head for steve who was born a cis girl and steve who decided later in life that "nonbinary" or "trans woman" was a better fit and then steve who was born as a cis boy and remained a man his whole life but felt weird and different ways about being queer which clashed with the weird and different ways BARNES felt about being queer. i'm not saying the film (or the fandom! good lord) was perfect, it was a product of its time, but it was also WAY ahead of its time too. it was weird to expect the next film to come out and actually, like, be good. it wasnt, but we fully believed it would be and that wasn't delusional behavior because the last one had been. i would never have that kind of faith in a marvel project now because they've been bought by disney.
oh yeah and that's the other thing too like. speaking of queer people. gay marriage wasn't legal in the US on a federal level until 2015, and you couldn't just flip on your TV and see them whenever you wanted. ten years doesn't seem like that long ago in the grand scheme of things but like, we lived on glee and cw/mtv queerbait (disclaimer that i personally only participated in cw queerbait) and that was it. we had crumbs. and like when people write gay characters theyre Just Gay, but if you decide to be crazy stupid in a slash fandom you can decide these layered characters are gay and that's even better rep than um whatever was going on in other pieces of media. these guys are both so lonely and out of step with time and lack other people with "shared life experiences" (girl what the hell was that) and their connection w each other keeps them afloat in a world that doesn't want them so like of COURSE it seems like it's supposed to be romantic. and like, i could and did make myself and my tumblr buds crrrazy (and got made crazy by them) thinking about:
how steve's size when small and again when big interacted w his gender identity and his sexuality and how that sexuality manifested. barnes's identity As A Man hinging on his ability to go to war for his country bc Thats What Men Did but now he's no longer fit because theres worms in his brain. loss of bodily autonomy which usually happens to women and natasha being later in that journey than steve and bucky are and so close to being at peace with it but not there yet. stigmatization of seeking treatment for mental health issues lessened by the presence of sam who could have been a Macho Tough Guy but actually gives off strong Talk About Our Feelings And Be Soft vibes. don't even get me started on the relationship (predatory) between steve and rumlow and how it parallels the one between barnes and pierce (and if any of you motherfuckers BREATHE a word of that h*dra tr*sh p*rty shit in my direction i will END you) and the stigma that comes from being preyed on when vulnerable As Men. steve's depression and ptsd and him getting triggered by, yes, the fucking ALS ice bucket challenge. the collective belief that he was conscious when he was frozen even though nobody said that so that he and barnes could have that in common too. the headcanon about barnes having roma heritage - shoutout to not easily conquered my beloved, and the 14k smut coda i wrote for it✌ speaking of smut, i would be remiss also not to mention there was a STRONG element of collective lust involved. i'm immune to 99% of it bc im ace but the winter soldier was uh. VERY graceful. you know? i didn't write 14k of porn because i was uncompelled. we were on one. we went fucking crazy. fandom in general but especially big fandoms have a kind of nonstop endless well of creative energy born from obsession that is the absolute envy of people like my mortal enemy grrm. we NEVER quit.
also, HISTORY (and other vaguely educational subjects). we were all so desperate to know how steve and bucky would have lived in the years we couldn't see them it sparked a sitewide interest in 1940s american history. there was a thing about bananas tasting different now because of a plague. m&ms being invented as wartime candy. stuff about how shoebox apartments looked and how rations worked. 1940s recipes and radio shows. the 1940s queer movement and how it interacted with ballroom dancing and private drag get-togethers. how amputations work and how prosthetic limbs work in real life so we could extrapolate it to fantasy. how to hand-draw that fucking arm in photoshop. why soldiers are trained to say their serial numbers when captured. what ww2 was like. what dog tags are for. what did they get in the ration packs. what brand of cigarettes did they smoke. what brand (and i am being so serious, i STILL own a tube) of LIPSTICK did peggy carter use. caloric intake of someone with a 4x speed metabolism and how much famine peanut butter he'd need to eat daily to keep from starving to death. oppression of irish immigrants and their children/grandchildren back in the 1940s. the difference between conservatives and fascists, back when there was a difference. what activities generally took place on these mysterious but ever-present new york city docks. just exactly HOW many terrible movies and tv shows has sebastian stan been in ranked by his resemblance to james buchanan barnes in each one. (i personally went through his entire imdb list at the time and then made a venn diagram.) electroswing! teachers and professors would have killed for their classes to have the kind of enthusiasm a bunch of mentally ill teenagers and 20-somethings on tunglr dot edu were showing about this one very specific set of subjects. this film also sparked my love of fight scenes. if you've read this fic or this fic and liked the Big Fight Scenes in them, you can thank cap2 for leading me down that path.
and then yes there was also discourse. my personal most hated thing was the above mentioned h*dra tr*sh p*rty (DO NOT GOOGLE THAT, i will just tell you it's nazi rape porn🤢 and i hope everyone involved is having a bad day today) and also the fact that SOME FUCKING PEOPLE can't understand "don't be shitheads about a fanfic where the author can see you doing it." but then ofc people were also sexist about nat and racist about sam and minimalizing those guys (and every other character besides tony really but sometimes him too) for the two white male leads was a whole thing. and on the funnier side of things you had (justifiably, i suppose) bitter st*ny fans who HATED what those two got in avengers and got real mad when stucky started outpacing them on ao3. and people complaining about the characters being too uwu soft. and then other people arguing whether or not barnes counted as disabled when he was missing a Whole arm. and THEN discourse about was it ethical to remove the arm and build him a new one ESPECIALLY without his consent (if people don't know they're being ableist in their fanfics hypothetically is it still ok to kill them with hammers?) and why was tony doing it if that guy killed his parents and is it ok that we keep making tony not that mad about his dead parents is it not enough that barnes stole his limelight as the guy who gets shipped with steve but what if all three of them fucked but can you really fuck the guy who offed your folks but ACTUALLY isn't it cringe to like tony anyway since RDJ and gwenyth paltrow are bad people and who says chris evans are sebastian stan are such good people etcetcetc. and let us not even get started on the plausibility of the avengers tower fanon after age of ultron came out and it turns out nobody became friends and they all still hated and mistrusted each other. and whether or not the avengers could be considered found family if the other characters were constantly getting shafted into being barnes's little support animals. and then ofc every once in awhile one of the actors of people involved creatively would say something ranging from mildly controversial to absolutely horrible on the internet and we'd all fight about THAT for awhile like a dog with a bone. i mean. typical infighting of any fandom tbh.
but i was very happy. it was all the most enormous thought experiment and creative endeavor (and semi-educational adventure??) that we all participated in daily for like two-ish years without stopping ever. i loved doing it. AND, when you click with a piece of media like that, you also click with other people who clicked with that same piece of media, so in addition to the sheer level of dopamine going into my brain at all times i also formed decade-long friendships that will certainly last the entirety of my lifetime, and when we're in our 90s in nursing homes i will be able to say, "we are friends because i wrote 14k of smut for your fanfic" or "we are friends because i couldn't get enough of your gifsets" or whatever because you know, we quite literally went to stucky together.
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10 Reasons why I will defend Joel’s choice. Cause I’m bored so why not?
SPOILERS AHEAD!!! IF YOU DIDN’T PLAY THE GAMES BEWARE
1. The vaccine wouldn’t “work” in any sense of the word. I don’t care that Druckmann said it would, which if you ask me is just a convenient plot hole cover. One thing I appreciate about the show, is how they dive into the history of the cordyceps infection/outbreak and just how unique it is. The doctor we see at the beginning whose immediate advice is to bomb the city, shows just how grave the outbreak is period. Especially since no cure or vaccine had been made before. Mind you, this woman had to have at least 25-30 years experience in the field and her opinion obviously held weight.
For something this grave, you would need advanced technology and advanced expertise to even begin to create a “vaccine” for it. The fireflies med team was literally made up of a bunch of amateurs. We come to find out Abby’s father had at best two years of experience that I believe were in undergrad and definitely not a residency. It also needs to be pointed out that general doctors and surgeons do not account for every field in medicine. Specializations exist for a reason. I don’t think there was a single virologist or even neurologist in that room, yet they were attempting brain surgery? The other subjects died most likely because they were being operated on by the equivalent of “Grey’s Anatomy doctors”. Not because they HAD to die.
2. Even if we entertain the thought that they would somehow be able to pull a vaccine from Ellie. How would they “save the world” or “save millions”? I get that in fiction anything is possible. But with the world they created in the tlou 1, it’s just hard to imagine in this context. There’s a matter of manufacturing what would need to be hundreds of thousands of vaccines just to start. Which need significant resources. Then there would be distribution. How will you spread these vaccines around? What about language barriers? Do the fireflies have translators that can travel? Mind you, the fireflies are a terrorist organization. Do we really think they would not try to get a political leg up from this? People try to make them out to have a noble cause, but do they really? Or do they just want to save what’s left in an attempt to have power over what’s left?
3. Ellie’s immunity is pure luck. A mutation that prevented the cordyceps from taking over her. Much in the same way some people are allergic to seafood or nuts but a good chunk of us aren’t. Hell the mutation doesn’t even prevent her from being attacked by the other infected. The only thing it ensures is that she doesn’t become a “zombie” in affect. Which brings me to my next point.
4. What’s the rush? Ellie herself said she had plenty of questions for them. Which we know why they didn’t let the poor girl even get the chance to ask them. But Ellie’s immunity is something that seems more logical to study and get an understanding of before immediately jumping into surgery. What is it about her blood or body chemistry that prevented the infection from overtaking her? Soon as she got there, she was on the table without even the chance to say goodbye. Which once again, reaffirms the fireflies were taking desperate shots in the dark.
5. Informed consent went out the window. People keep saying what Ellie “would” have done or chosen for herself. Even Abby. The thing is we’ll never know. Because they took that choice from her. Marlene shouldn’t have even bothered to tell Joel what would happen. But she was a selfish dirtbag who wanted him to validate her. She knew what they were doing was wrong and I honestly think she knew nothing would come of it. Her pathetic attempt at trying to “reason” with Joel was her way of soothing her own conscience. Also they took Joel’s supplies and walked him out without it and the reward they promised him. They were never going to make good on their word.
6. You have cannibals, child rapists, slavers, and all the likes running around doing whatever they want with no care in the world. Not much world left to save when humans will always manage to be the biggest threat to other humans and forms of life. Regardless of a shared enemy or objective.
7. Abby’s father was a coward and a hypocrite. When posed the question of whether he would do what they did to Abby, he was silent. Now unlike those who don’t value consent, we know that anything other than a definite yes is a no. Abby’s father would have likely took the same course of action as Joel ( albeit not as a good lol) if Abby had been immune. And this is even with Abby giving her hypothetical consent to go ahead with the surgery. That should tell you everything you need to know. If “saving millions” was not so important for the surgeon to sacrifice his own daughter, than it was ridiculous to hold anybody else to the same standard. Also I like how Abby had her opinion on what SHE would do as if that mattered. Funny how taking someone else’s life and loved one was fine until it was her dad. But I try to give Abby credit for her redeeming qualities.
8. The “world” is owed nothing. A lot people don’t like to admit it but it’s the truth. Since the beginning of time earth has moved in cycles. Species come in and go out all the time. Humans are no different though a lot of us have tricked ourselves into believing so. For all we know the cordyceps was just the next step towards a new phase. Notice how in the show they are connected through channels and more receptive of one another. The remaining uninfected humans are most likely just fighting against inevitable change.
9. Joel was not the only person killing to survive. Both in the game and in the show it is bought up almost as if Joel was doing it for thrills or something when that was not the case. Especially in the show. The last episode tried very hard to infantilize Tommy in comparison to Joel. “Tommy was just following Joel.”
I’m sorry, but Tommy “ex war veteran who can’t accept he’s now a communist” Miller is not some little boy who was forced along by his big brother. He was a fully grown man who was fine with killing even before the outbreak and was in his element after. The fact that Maria even tried to pull that out her ass made me disgusted with her a bit. Especially since she too was no stranger to killing. “Those people tried us.” No I think the cute indigenous couple was right. Their group had just threatened what as far as they knew, was just a man and his little girl traveling with being shot to death or mauled by dogs.
10. When it was all said and done, Joel became an even older man and tried to change and become better. He tried to leave the mess of the past behind him and tried to mend things with Ellie. Despite how she treated him, he never stopped loving her and never regretted his decision to save her. Even as he was dying, I’m sure he only thought about his other babygirl being safe. He got an unfair lot and did the best he could it with it. Lord knows other people in that universe fell into deeper, unnecessary forms of depravity that Joel for the most part steered clear of.
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