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kxsalt · 3 days

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“Run your mouth again and see what happens.” His cold eyes cut into the bratty girl. She always had a bad habit of saying the wrong thing. Her drinking just made it worse. The girl had already pissed off everyone else at the bar, and the intimidating man sitting in the corner was her last stop.

A chill runs down her spine. She was used to getting an emotional reaction to her behaviour. She craves it. The man’s calm statement of fact was unnerving. The girl avoids him, choosing to shit talk a nearby woman. A brief scuffle, and the hotheaded girl lets loose a string of expletives as she’s escorted out of the bar to a round of applause.

Drunkenly stumbling home alone, she desperately tries to avoid her own thoughts. Wandering through a city park, the girl doesn’t hear the man until he’s right behind her.

“Hey, I want to talk to you.” The man grabs her arm. She twists and tries to pull herself away. “Let me go!” His grip bites into her bicep. “What’s the matter, I though you loved to talk?” The man starts to walk her off the path into the bushes. “Fuck you! Stop! Get your hands off me!”

She panics and tries to run. Snatching her in a headlock, he squeezes her disrespectful words out of her. The girl whimpers profanities as he drags her into the night. Shoving her into the grass, she tries to crawl away. Blind drunk in the darkness, she cries as he pins her to the dirt.

“Stop!” Her thong is pulled down to her socks. “No!” Her shirt is ripped open. “Please…” Her fighting spirit turns to pathetic whining as he undoes his pants. He responds with that same cold expression. “Stupid bitch.” The man spits on his hand, rubbing his saliva on the head of his cock.

“no no no NO! NO! NO! MMPH~!” His wet hand clamps down on her spiteful mouth. At the same time, he forces his cock into the girl. She kicks her heels against his back and pushes against his chest. The man’s hands grip her neck, keeping her from screaming by restricting her breathing.

He drives his cock deep into her pussy, hatefucking her. The girl squirms, embarrassed by her wetness allowing him to force himself onto her with such ease. Gasping for air, she begs for mercy. “Please stop, please stop.” He grins at her. “Look who’s learning her manners.”

His icy words send another shiver through her body. The girl is horrified as the feeling becomes a warm tingle. “Oh, god, no…” The vibration keeps building each time his cock pumps into her. “Not now, not like this…” That shiver spirals from her filled pussy up to the tips of her fingers. Her body bucks not in resistance, but in acceptance. The girl cums from the man forcing himself on her.

She stares at the night sky, unable to process what happened. Silent now, he pins her wrists to the grass even through she doesn’t fight back. The man enjoys the broken girl. Fucking her like a doll, unmindful of her welfare, he goes faster and harder as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“I’m sorry…” She chokes through her tear-stained face. “For what, cunt?” The girl avoids his sharp gaze. “I’m sorry…” A few more tears run down her cheeks. “I’m sorry for being rude, sir.” His cock keeps rutting deep into her bruised pussy. “There you go, good girl.” He starts to cum inside of her. The girl watches the thick white substance coat his dick with each thrust into her. “…sorry for being a dumb bitch…”

The man sits next to her, smoking a cigarette. He fondles her exposed chest, occasionally glancing at her bare pussy dripping his cum onto the grass. The girl uses her torn skirt to wipe the dirt off her fingers. She begins to rub her clit as he pinches her nipples.

“Thank you…” The girl mumbles, facing away from him. “For what, cunt?” The man responds, voice dripping with contempt. “Thank you for teaching me a lesson…” He smiles and puts out his cigarette. “…may I have another?” Strong hands grip her waist and roll her onto her front. “Maybe you have learned some manners.” She keeps rubbing her clit as he wets his cock with her used pussy. He gropes her bum and pushes his cock into her ass with the same hateful force. The girl doesn’t whine. Docile and submissive, she’s learned her lesson.

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bengiyo · 3 days

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Wandee Goodday Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Wandee wasn't feeling great after he was forced to call out Ter for trying to gaslight him about his feelings. Yoryak happened to see that and later rescued Wandee from Rain's (LITA) kidnapper and taking him home. Yoryak is managing his own sting at being rejected by Taem, but learned from her perspective to help Wandee. Our leads began their FWB arrangement and got to have fun with costumes (and some help from Kao) and rimming jokes. They set some rules that I expect Wandee to violate immediately. Cher and Oyei continued to be a great team.

Finally, after ten years of this, we finally acknowledge the most reliable act that two gay men can engage in with each other. They were having fun and joking with it! My Stand In, have several seats.

Curious about Yoryak's parents. Seems like there's a tragedy there.

Love that all the friends clocked the necklace on both ends and immediately called it out. Yoryak got roasted by his brother and not-in-law and I laughed so hard.

Kao does not believe the lies Wandee is telling himself.

Why are we spending time on hetero nonsense?

Not these two dancing around how much they're into each other.

I really love the team that Oyei and Cher have become before we met them. I love that Cher is helping Oyei balance these burdens he's taken on and is able to navigate his pride.

I think it's really important that the show gave us time with Wandee doing total care for a sick child and his mom, giving both of them what they needed in a serious situation.

Truly, someone please explain to these. Headed that Ter ain't gonna fuck them either!

Kao! Lie better! It really be your own hoes letting you down.

I'm interested in this boxing-based homophobia Yak has to manage and I wonder if Oyei being with Cher is the reason we haven't seen their dad.

I really love the way Oyei respects the physical limits of his boxers while being real with them about the obstacles they're facing and why they're pushing.

The fact that Yoryak hasn't taken the necklace back even though he's frustrated with Wandee says a lot. The show is using that detail well.

See, this is good writing. We used the seriousness of Oyei and Cher's relationship and their real worries about the gym to make this play from Wandee land properly. They also know that Wandee is the guy he's seeing so they're probably less concerned since they can supervise.

I'm so amped about this fight. I had hoped we'd have an excuse for Yoryak and Oyei to fight. We even get Cher holding his phone in the gayest way possible.

Oyei said he was not letting Cher go home and kicked his brother's ass.

Look at Wandee playing these fucking games. I am obsessed.

I love the no kiss rule and how badly Yoryak wants to break it. In another show I might be feeling things about the closet, but the fact that Yak has wanted to kiss for two episodes makes me trust the show.

I appreciate that despite how desperate he is, Wandee stopped when he reached a hard no.

Wandee completely misunderstood that Yoryak is a simp. All he had to do was be genuinely pathetic and he folded instantly. That's worked in literally episode.

I really hope Wandee appreciates that Yoryak is coming out to help him.

Thinking about that pasta they made in I Only Want to See You.

"You already experienced a bigger bite."

Okay, I love them ending on some soft affection before they fuck off screen.

Cannot overstate how important it is to me that we ended the last episode on Wandee telling Yoryak he needed to pay more attention to his dick and then opening on an enthusiastic 69. This episode was excellent, and I loved how well all of the moments worked with the major issue of the episode. I really love when episodic media feels episodic and I am eating good with this show. I love that for three episodes these two progress any time Wandee is sober and honest with Yoryak.

#Ben watches #wandee goodday #thai bl #bl series

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 day

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Rebel Moon AU

Kara as Kora, a war orphan raised by the enemy for the purpose of eventually helping her adoptive father kill the royal family.

Lena as Princess Issa, who becomes Kara's ward as a child-- and is assassinated by Kara at the will of her plotting adoptive father. Except Lena has magic, which preserves hdr life long enough to be smuggled off the dreadnought to safety.

Kara goes on the run believing she's killed her much adored ward, and lives as a fugitive, eventually coming to a small farming village called Veldt. There she's taken in by the Danvers as an extra hand to help with the harvest, and remains for a few seasons.

Meanwhile, Lena recovers and goes into hiding, soon finding herself among the rebels. She learns to fight and joins the cause. Not necessarily to avenge her family, but because the Motherworld is harming the galaxy, and needs to be stopped. Plus, she finds community among the freedom fighters, and devotes her loyalty to the resistance's leaders. She comes of age with them, while Kara is escaping through hyperspace, and is an adult when Kara comes to the resistance asking for help defending Veldt from the Motherworld.

Lena is among those who join Kara's cause. Kara doesn't recognize Lena-- not only does she believe the princess dead at her hand, she last saw Lena as a child, and Lena wears heavy eyeblack that helps to obscure her features. But Lena recognizes her. She's dreamed of her would-be murderer's face over the years, but in this moment she sees how broken Kara is, how desperate she is to save the lives of innocents.

When the Motherworld's forces ambush them at the black market trading post, Lena is the sole survivor of the rebels. She watches her beloved leader sacrifice himself to take out a turret, but vows to continue supporting Kara in his stead.

Lena and Kara grow closer as they return to Veldt. Lena doesn't confess her identity, not even when Kara confesses her role in the assassination plot, in explanation for being a high target bounty. Lena simply holds her hand, and listens to Kara's words.

They and the others of their motley crew help bring in the harvest before the dreadnought comes-- a glimpse of what a simpler life might have looked like for them. They help train the townspeople to fight and defend themselves and their homes. The night before the anticipated arrival of the dreadnought, the crew trades their backstories. Kara confesses some of her story-- a war orphan raised to be a soldier devoted to the Motherworld. Similarly, Lena only shares some of her own-- an orphan left for dead, adopted by the resistance. They make no mention of their unlikely--and semi unknown-- connection.

During the fated battle between the people of Veldt and the Motherworld's forces, Kara is tasked with taking her old ship up to the dreadnought with the plan of sabotaging it. Lena remains on the ground with the farmers, to help lead the charge to give Kara time to pull off the sabotage.

They're both successful, but when a grievously wounded Kara all but crashes her shuttle escaping the exploding dreadnought, Lena's magic senses Kara's imminent death. She abandons the farmers' celebrations to dash to where Kara lies dying. When Kara is unable to fight her injuries, Lena is overcome with power-- her power, that has lain dormant for over a decade.

The depth of her love and her desperation to save Kara floods her with healing power-- it spreads from her in a bright, warm glow, spreading first through Kara, then the bodies of fallen farmers and Motherworld soldiers alike. Kara's eyes open to the sight of the magic she had seen once before, in a little girl she'd sworn to protect. Finally, she sees the princess in Lena's features, through the disguising eyeblack now stained with tears. She understands now, that the princess lives-- and that Lena loves her despite Kara's role in her near death so many years before.

The strain of raising so many people from the dead causes Lena to lose consciousness. Kara carries her across the battlefield, as soldiers and farmers alike kneel in reverence. When Lena awakens, Kara is at her side, still brimming with questions. But Lena can only lift her hand to Kara's cheek, and offer the one answer she can give, for now.

"I forgive you."

#supercorp #rebel moon au #guess who finally watched it #this gal #yeah the ages make it a little weird at first #but why not use ftl travel to our advantage #i mean...#its like. right there.#and yes i wanted milius to be the lost princess #but hey #this works too

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ghost-bxrd · 14 hours

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So I've seen you post a lot about Dick and Calvin recently, and I wanted to know how you thought Calvin would react, in this Calvin gets adopted by Bruce kind of au, to:

1). Jason's death, in the assumption Calvin can't prevent it (And subsequently what he would do to Joker for it.)

2) Damian's early childhood.

3) Tim's Tim-ness.

4) How Calvin would react to the Batman Robin situation, when he finally learns about it.

I haven't gotten the opportunity to learn much about Calvin, but you have me interested, I'm a sucker for overly traumatized characters, and I am looking for the comics with him!

We can never have enough Calvin Rose content, that boy is so underrated 🥺💚

1. Pfpfpfpf you know for ONCE I wanted to go with “Jason doesn’t die in this Au” but you asked and I shall deliver hehehe.

Look, Calvin adores children. And it’s no different with Jason, whom he basically helped Bruce raise from the moment he came to the manor. (Bruce is a good dad here but emotions are not his forte. Calvin picks up the slack.)

So we’ve got a former Talon basically raising Jason, sharing a lot of his interests, teaching him fun escape techniques and pranking the others…

Only for Jason to die in Ethiopia. Beaten within an inch of his life and then blown up.

Because his birth mother sold him to the Joker.

Look, there’s very few things that make Calvin snap. Canonically it only happens when his loved ones are in danger/threatened, or children are being hurt.

And this one ticks off both boxes.

Calvin doesn’t kill if he can help it. Hasn’t done so since that one time with the Court, and that instance still haunts him in his sleep. But this?

Yeah. He’s not losing any sleep over killing Joker. He’d hunt the clown and put him down like a rabid animal. Cold, clean, and efficient. No drawing it out.

2. As mentioned before, Calvin adores kids. I don’t think they’d meet before Damian comes to the manor though, so no early early childhood shenanigans. But when Damian arrives, all entitled and clearly having been conditioned from a very young age, he gives Bruce a very deadpan “You do know you don’t get a discount for the amount of traumatized kids you take in, right?”

Damian is a stabby little shit that tries to kill Calvin at every turn. Dick thinks it’s hilarious. Damian becomes progressively more angry because Calvin doesn’t break a sweat side stepping each and every attempt. (Talon training pays off)

Calvin just lets Damian “burn off his excess energy” (“You do know he’s a kid and not a puppy, right?”) and uses the time the boy isn’t actively trying to murder him to child proof the manor again. Just to piss Damian off.

Having the kid try to poison him at dinner that day is so worth it.

Damian reluctantly warms up to Calvin over the next few weeks when the former Talon proves annoyingly helpful at setting up his room and helping him with training. (Although Damian turns his nose up every time Calvin obviously handles him with kiddie gloves. But the man point blank refuses to do anything else.)

3. Calvin spends a week around Tim and all his alarm bells for “neglected child” are going off like autotune in his brain.

Considering it’s still very close to Jason’s death tho it would take him some time to truly warm up to Tim.

Tim wishes Calvin remained as distant as he was the first year or so (no he doesn’t) because now Calvin has strictly limited his daily caffeine intake, is forcing him to eat at least three healthy meals a day, and actually set a bed time for him.

Tim is outraged (flustered) about being treated like a kid (like the kid he is).

4. Depending on who’s Robin when he finds out the reactions would vary greatly, but he still wouldn’t be happy that Bruce is taking kids out onto the streets at night to fight criminals either way. It remind him too much of the Court for comfort, grooming children into the percent assassin.

After a while though he’d realize that Bruce would love nothing more than for his Robin(s) to hang up the mantle and just live their lives to the fullest, and that they’re simply too stubborn and determined to fight crime with Batman to stay at home. With our without permission.

It helps that Bruce is clearly distressed and close to benching Robin whenever Dick/Jason comes back from patrol with a bruise. Never mind an actual injury.

#hello yes all the parental figures for Jason #this time Calvin is it #mom Calvin Rose #sorry I don’t make the rules he’s Jay’s mom now #Calvin Rose #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #robin #batdad #Damian wayne #talon #court of owls #this one got long again lol

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 day

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Clockwork. - OC Story

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley bonus: MootOC!Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish words: 1.4k~ (on the dot, bby!) cw: canon simon backstory. + none. just toothrotting fluff.

December and May are Simon's least favourite months of the year.

December because it's the constant reminder of his family passing.

May because it's the constant reminder that he was the cause of all his family's issues.

Simon was born within days of his own father's birthday; "a late birthday present" everyone called it...

Nevermind the fact the druggie was too high to even attend his own son's birth, and that his mum had to get herself to the hospital alone, with a young Tommy tucked under her arm.

Simon had a bad birth, having breached feet first, and having to get rotated in utero, and then having been born with the umbilical chord around his neck, which meant he needed extra care afterward.

Simon needed to get surgery at age 3 because of tonsilitis.

Simon needed glasses growing up, which is mum could barely afford.

Simon had trouble saying his Ss, so for a long time, he got mocked at school for calling himself "Shimon"... and ended in him having speech classes.

Simon's grades were horrendous, and he had a tendency to get into fights at school, which caused his mum to have to take hours off work to come see his teachers.

Simon.

Always him, at the root of every problem.

And yet Simon was the only one in the house to raise his voice (and later his fists) at the drunk that was his father, which earned him countless trips to A&E.

Simon was the one with the neglected birthday, not because his mum and Tommy didn't remember, but because being right after his own father's, the leech would blow all their money on a rager, and leave the family unable to eat, let alone buy the boy a cake.

So Simon learned to not care.

Going into the Army, people didn't really show that big of a deal about it like they would at a normal job. Hard to, when you spend all your time fearing a bomb will fall on you or a bullet will bury itself on your body.

But then he went home, and when he kicked that bag of bones out of the house, and got Tommy into rehab... It got different. Got... better. The birthdays got easier. There were phone calls, and cards, and he actually... sort of... looked forward to it.

Whenever he'd be scheduled for leave, he'd go home, and mum would've bought them a cake and they'd sing happy birthday, and mum would give him things he needed; clothes, boots, they'd watch films together, she'd kiss his forehead so often...

Then, Beth came along. And now he suddenly was being forced fed cake and handed gifts that he had no clue what to do with... So his barracks suddenly had color. There were new towels, and little trinkets, picture frames with photos from home...

Then Joseph came, the little boy that had been the apple of his eye, that learned to talk in May, at 10 months old, and Simon got an e-mail with a video from them, where little Joseph mumbled his way past a 'SiSi!' while pointing at a picture of him in Tommy's phone... One of, if not the, best gift he'd ever received.

And they they were gone.

It only got so much worse after that night.

He swore he'd never celebrate his birthday again.

All he had ever loved had been stripped from him.

He wondered if it was his fault.

If he was, somehow, destined to bring bad luck to all those around him.

If he was, somehow, the root of all evil.

If, because he spited some God, all that he loved, all that he touched, was destined to die in his hands.

He spent three years locked in a haze. Mission to mission, job to job, move move move, and never stop.

He spent three Mays buried in work so he couldn't think, and buried in alcohol so he couldn't feel.

And then, on the fourth...

“He tried to get the radiophone off me, so I broke a couple of his fingers… And his wrist. And kicked him in the balls.”

“It's a… Mexican-style MRE. Has beans and cheddar cheese or something. It's the only one I actually don't mind eating. The others are disgusting.”

“That feels like a dig at my social skills.”

“I've been swimming since I was a girl. Navy made sense too.”

“Took a napalm bath.”

For once since that bloody fucking day, he actually wanted something more than to simply forget, to drink himself into a coma and only waking up days later with his phone ringing and Price talking about a new mission.

God, Victoria made him laugh. She made him roll his eyes. She made him scoff. She made him talk. She made him listen.

Of course he couldn't let that go... let her go.

Of course he went looking for her once he was on leave.

Of course he held her close for those two nights.

Of course he held her close in that safehouse.

Of course he bore his face out for her when he got shot.

Of course, of course, of course.

He didn't isolate anymore, every May after that.

Simon'd wake up on his birthday and throw back the covers and sit on the edge of the bed and before the thoughts got to him, she'd already be wrapping her arms around his midsection, and pressing her cheek to his back.

And he'd put his hands over hers, and hear her breathing, and her heartbeat pressed against his back... And he'd close his eyes.

They didn't need to speak.

Victoria never wished him a 'Happy Birthday', but she'd always make sure to bake him a little sweet treat for dinner.

They share it the same way they shared their ''wedding cake'': sat across from each other in their kitchen, with a backdrop of trees beside them, a single knife to cut a slice, feeding each other pieces off the blade.

And when the thoughts got to be too much, on his birthday or all throughout the month, he'd simply turn and look at her, cup her face in his hand, and look her in the eye...

In those moments, he wanted to say it, he could feel it in the tip of his tongue...

That he cherished her.

That he appreciated all she did.

That she kept him sane.

That she was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

That she was like a lighthouse when he felt like a bloody gondola lost at open sea (wildly unprepared and definitely about to tip over and drown).

That he'd die for her.

That he'd kill (and had killed, and would kill again) for her.

That even if there was nothing else to go on for... he'd keep going for her.

That he loved her.

The words were always at the tip of his tongue.

Not just then, but every day. At all points of the day.

Whenever they touched, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they spoke, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they'd lock eyes, he'd want to say it.

Whenever he breathed, he'd want to say it.

His tongue would swirl with the taste of it, of the love he felt for her...

But the words never really made it out...

But he knew. And she knew.

Extra:

Then the news came, the baby, Meabh, it was always go go go, on the move, at home, never time to rest, just Meabh and the baby, and Victoria and him, and...

By the time Simon noticed, Fiadh was here, lying in his arms, little hands closed into fists, her small wrapped in a white blanket with anchors and fishes drawn on it...

And he looked up at his wife who stood beside Meabh, doting on her best friend and caressing her head, cooing at her that she did a good job, the girl a bit dozy from exhaustion from the recent breast feeding...

And then at the clock on the wall, marking 00:13 of the 19th...

And he felt his eyes begin to prickle, his jaw clenching under his surgical mask...

He looked back down at his niece again, little blind blue eyes, the same ones that used to belong to his best friend, staring up at him...

Maybe he didn't hate his birthday so much anymore.

for you @loveandplanet for making me sad ; and also @crashtestbunny sorry for this :)

#ikea writes 💚#cod oc #oc: victoria “whiskey” callahan #ghost x whiskey #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley #fluff #cod fanfic #cod fluff #simon riley deserves good things #moots oc #whiskey x meabh #Meabh “Pirate” O'Malley

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perfecteggpartyland · 2 days

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im not the other anon but ig when compared to other characters kevin can come off as a coward. and i do think "Kevin is a coward" and "it's completely normal for kevin to be afraid of riko" can exist at the same time.

but when pitted against neil for example. i can see see how kevin might seem that way. neil does run away from his father, but ultimately, he only really does that while under the control of his mother. Neil explicitly doesn't want to keep running. and stops very soon after his mom is dead and she can no longer force him to. and the decision does frighten him, I mean he has panic attacks about it, but he keeps doing it despite that. he plans to stay even before Andrew offers him protection, so he doesn't need that crutch like kevin does.

neil also isn't afraid of riko, even when he should be or when he's literally torturing him. he's not afraid of tetsuji either. or even really ichirou. even scenes with his father and lola, I mean he says lola looks like a whore to her face when she's about to torture him 💀 he says "fuck you" to his father when he threatens to cut the tendons in his legs. and he does try and fight Nathan and the others like he punches lola in the throat 😭 I'm just kinda listing of neils actions, but hopefully it makes sense? like I'm not saying neil is always unaffected or unafraid cause its not true, but he has more bravery than I think most ppl do cuz i know I wouldn't be cursing out these ppl if I was face to face with them.

and when we see compare Kevin's behavior to that a lot of it can come off as cowardice.

I think the real problem is seeing coward as a bad thing to be. which maybe sometimes it is. but it seems odd for the fandom to say "oh it's okay to be afraid" and then act like it's an insult to call Kevin a coward. its not bad if he is one. it's just a personality trait, it doesn't make him a bad person. I don't think anyone who calls Kevin a coward is attempting to make some moral judgement of his character, they're just noting a personality trait they observed in him.

Ok the problem is that a lot of people who call Kevin a cowerd ARE making moral judgements of his character; Kevin is rightfully afraid of riko and a literal Yakuza; he grows up in the nest where Neil spent two weeks and as further more traumatized; a lot of people don't take that into Consideration . Kevin not spouting up insults like Neil is not cowardance. he can keep his temper in check; neil is being hypocritical too cause like as u said his mom abused him yet he loves her ; and Kevin grew up with riko and still sees him as a brother figure; that's normal not to mention Neil is afraid of his father and think Kevin is coward. for Kevin his fear is riko. I think it all depends on what you think bravery is; Neil can't keep his temper in check and all his roasts and "bravery" has had awful consequences a lot of times. if Kevin was really coward he wouldn't tell Neil to run away while in the middle of season once he found out his identity knowing game would be at risk; he still offered to talk to Neil about riko when he's rightfully terrified and had a panic attack after seeing him. He never gave up on exy learned to play with his other hand and in the end he manages to stand up to riko; and beats him. It just pisses me off when Kevin's characters good traits are all ignored in favor of him being labeled as a spinless coward ; when that's not the case. Bravery is not only shit talking or knife swinging to me. And I hate the world coward generally; he's traumatized just as much as the other foxes and other than his rightful fear of riko and actual Yakuza he's not a coward and in the end he does stand up to him/them so he's not even a coward anymore. It shouldn't be such a large part of Kevin's description in the end at least ; by that logic jean is also a coward? And I've never seen someone call him that badly over the years.🤷

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #psu foxes #palmetto state foxes #kevin day #riko moriyama #nathaniel wesninski #jean moreau #edgar allan ravens

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wololo-01 · 2 days

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toppat week 2024 day 19: design a Toppat

My (not) first copperright fachild!! :D

I took longer on this one because I'm a bitch with beautiful hairs style on Pinterest 😭

some of her Backstory:

Her name is solaria copperbottom but she like more to be called solara, she was first "adopted" by Terrence and was designated as a future toppat and Killing Machine, Terrence forced her into very hard and advanced fighting and defense training and be the Executioner in the execution of many people and Toppats, she was kept in an isolated part of the airship so as not to have 'distractions' during her training, Her only reason for still being there in the clan was that Terrence promised to help the orphanage financially while she was in the clan, What was ultimately discovered to be a lie after the orphanage was destroyed.

Solaria met Reginald and RHM months later after investigating the isolated part of the airship, she was removed and hidden from Terrence in Reginald and RHM's dormitory who took great care of her, Generating a great solaria respect for copperbottom and RHM in that time (Which remains firm to this day), After Suave's dethronement And Reginald becoming leader, finally coming out of the shadows and living a life in the Clan.

Things about her:

As said, Solaria despite having been officially adopted by Reginald and RHM, she prefers to call them boss During working hours or Mr. Reginald and Mr. Right hand man, However, she sees them like her officially dads, although she doesn't call them that.

Solaria has developed a (platonic) love and respect for many members including her new family, which tends to make her even very protective of many of them.

Solaria has better agility and good performance with weapons like knives or guns,

In addition to practicing art Márcia, she also loves learning another type of meditation like chakra and metta, But she more into yoga nidra

Her favorite type of music genre is jazz, Calypso and electric swing While in instrument it is cello and keytar and celesta

#toppat week 2024 #thsc #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #thsc oc #WOLOLOart #thsc solara

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yanderes-galore · 13 hours

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Concept: romantic yandere Mahito with a Jujutsu sorcerer darling, since I feel like Mahito has the potential to be a TERRIFYING yandere.

I AGREE WITH THIS, He would be ruthless with a Sorcerer Darling due to his nature.

Yandere! Mahito with Jujutsu Sorcerer! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Manipulation, Stalking mentioned, Violence, Blood, Violence, Murder, Slight delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

Mahito would definitely mess with a darling who is a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Normally he makes weaker humans his toys, like Junpei.

Although Mahito is aware of the moral code sorcerers have.

Which means he could mess with you a lot more.

After all, you aim to protect the weak, don't you?

Mahito alone is a terrifying yandere to deal with.

He loves to mess with humans and is a master manipulator.

He's sadistic and would show that towards you in this concept.

He is fully aware of how much you want to protect others.

So he'll use it against you.

This thing with Mahito is this...

It doesn't matter how he gets your attention, any attention is good attention.

Mahito would thrive over your attention, even if you hated his guts.

In fact, he encourages that.

He's a curse born from human hate, you hating him just makes him giddy.

If only you understood the irony.

So really, Mahito would win no matter what you do.

He's capable of emotional manipulation to a scary degree.

He takes joy in putting you through difficult situations if it means he could break you and take your attention.

Obviously he's cruel and childish, playing with you like a toy whenever he meets you in the field.

Even more so if he recognizes what his obsession is.

Love.

Honestly, his whole obsession is ironic.

He's a being born of hate and loves to make you hate him while also loving you.

It's all something he wants to experiment and play with, like a curious and immature child.

He definitely falls into the whole "bullying because he likes you" thing.

Truthfully, he loves all of your emotions.

When he watches you from afar he can't seem to get enough of them.

You hate him, but he sees you so affectionate towards other people.

He does like your smiles, even if they aren't directed towards him.

But even your glares towards him are adorable.

He thrives on every emotion you have.

He even can't help but fawn over you in battle, too.

You could actively be trying to exorcize him and he'd love it.

Until he realizes you can hurt him, at least.

He'd even learn your techniques just to see your reaction when he uses them against you.

Mahito loves to tease and mess with your head.

With a Jujutsu Sorcerer I feel he wouldn't mind slaughtering civilians if it meant he'd catch your attention.

He'd look so happy when you arrive, all covered in blood and a devilish grin.

As said before, any attention is good attention for him.

He doesn't expect you to love him, especially not in the way he does you.

Yet he doesn't care.

Your hate is just as intense as his love for you, which is enough in his eyes.

He feeds into your hate by killing the weak, and you feed into his love by hating him.

This is the dynamic between you, two polarizing opinions of one another.

He'd never want to kill you, you're far too interesting for that end.

No, he wants to toy with you for as long as he lives.

That's what his obsession and twisted love is.

He loves to make you suffer and hate him.

This way, he always has your attention.

You don't hate anyone more than him.

Your affection for others doesn't even rival the hate you have for him.

In his eyes, this is love.

Love and hate between you two is nearly indistinguishable in his eyes.

He may not be ready to die quite yet, but having his existence ended by your hands may not be so bad... all because he thinks it would be the perfect way to conclude his obsession.

"I love it when you hate me...! Come on, fight me more! Show me how much you hate me!"

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere mahito

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robertdowneyjjr · 22 hours

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HAPPY BDAYYYY !!! coincidentally it is also my mom's bday today lol, here's a lil buckytony for u !!!

which connects to my prompt: tony is used to feeling cold, he had to be (the cave was so cold in the death of the night) and he knows that bucky is, too, even if the man always seem to run hot due to the serum. well, it's the winter season, what better excuse does he have except that he needs a human blanket? basically tony holding hands, hugging, or cuddling bucky to fend off the cold !!

happy birthday again !!!

hello!!! i’m SO sorry this took practically half a year but i just want you to know that your art makes me so happy and seeing this in my inbox was one of the best gifts i could have asked for. bucky and tony are so fucking cute and i’m obsessed with bucky’s blush and tony’s eyelashes 🥰 i hope your mom also had a lovely time celebrating her birthday!!

anyway, without delaying this any further than i already have—

———

Bucky had never been able to feel anything with the heavy silver arm that was forced onto him, which made it useful as a shield as well as a blunt force weapon. It was perfect for the Winter Soldier, the unfeeling assassin whose sole existence was to comply orders and complete missions. Having it blown off may have been a shock at first, but it had quickly morphed into relief when Bucky had realized that losing the arm was the first real step towards finally, truly breaking free from the shackles of Hydra.

Since having his triggers removed and embarking on his slow journey towards recovery, Bucky has decided that he has no interest in fighting anymore, keen to stay home and monitor the feeds while the rest of the team is out being heroes. He’s happy to be retired, happy to uncover new things about himself as he learns how to bake croissants and build terrariums. It’s a kind of peace he never thought he’d be able to have when he was trapped for seventy years as a prisoner of war, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

So when he had been asked what he would like in a new prosthetic, Bucky had said, just a regular arm; no super strength, no nifty weapons hidden in the plates. Just a functional part of his body for him to get through his daily life.

Tony had gone above and beyond, presenting Bucky with a prosthetic that had far exceeded his expectations. Not only is the arm intuitive, with nanobots that shift like real muscle and fat as Bucky moves, but it is also regulated to match the rest of Bucky’s body in strength and temperature. If it had been painted a color to match Bucky’s skin, it would almost be indiscernible to a real arm.

Despite the prosthetic being made with the most advanced technology the world has to offer—despite all the cyborg jokes his friends like to tease him with—Bucky has never felt more human.

With the new arm, Tony hadn’t just given Bucky back a sense of normalcy. He’d also given Bucky a brighter future than he had ever dared to imagine.

He still remembers the day in the lab after they had run through their last series of tests with the new arm.

He had just put down the stress ball they used for the pressure test, still marveling at how he could feel the texture of the rubber, when Tony had spoken up.

“Okay. One last thing I’d like us to try. Hold your hand out?”

Bucky had done as he was asked, not quite sure what to expect, when Tony had reached out with his right hand and wound their fingers together. He hadn’t been able to hold back a gasp, staring at their joined hands as he felt the cold of Tony’s hand seeping through the warmth that he hadn’t realized was coming from his own arm. Then Tony had squeezed once, affectionately, stepping closer until they were only inches apart, and Bucky’s heart had stuttered in his chest as he glanced up and saw the way Tony had been smiling at him.

“How does this feel?” Tony had asked, red faintly dusting his cheeks in a way Bucky had been sure no one else had ever seen before.

Feeling whole and brave, and like the ice in his veins is finally starting to melt for the first time in decades, Bucky had gently squeezed back.

“Good. It feels nice. You feel nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“Well, good. You’re warm, so I think I’ll be holding on to you for a while. You know, just to stave off the cold,” Tony had declared.

“Sure thing, doll.”

Tony is tactile. That had been the first thing that Bucky learned about Tony when the team had been pardoned, made their amends with each other, and gone back to New York.

His touches are gentle and reassuring, drawing smiles from whoever he has focused his attention on at the moment. Rhodes leans into the hand that Tony brushes against his back as he walks by, for a moment relying on his friend’s strength instead of his leg braces. Natalia is a constant presence by Tony’s side during movie nights, bumping her head against his hand like a cat just so he would play with her hair. Peter beams like he’s aced a test every time Tony squeezes his shoulder affectionately after helping with his physics homework. Steve rolls his eyes fondly whenever Tony pokes his abs teasingly after a workout, but always teases right back by lifting his shirt up to goad Tony into doing it again.

Being touched by Tony is like a drug, and Bucky has been addicted since the first time Tony held his hand. Which is just as well, because when Tony said he would be holding on for a while, he wasn’t kidding.

After that first time in the lab, Tony always, always holds Bucky close when they’re together.

He takes Bucky by the hand and drags him to dinner with the team, never loosening his grip even when Sam raises a pointed eyebrow at their joined hands. “For warmth,” Tony says, and when he takes his place at the table, he promptly kicks Steve out of his usual spot because he refuses to release their entwined fingers. Bucky just watches amusedly as Steve takes his old seat next to Rhodes and sits down next to Tony, only letting go so he can scoot closer and swing his arm across the back of Tony’s chair as they eat.

He drapes Bucky’s left arm over his shoulder when they’re out, snuggling close to his side as they take the long way walking home after dinner. “For warmth,” Tony says, even though he’s wrapped up in several layers of expensive wool and cashmere. Bucky just pulls him in tighter and steers him towards their favorite gelato bar for dessert, because even though Tony runs cold and always claims he doesn’t like sweets, Bucky knows he’d never say no to ice cream.

He sleeps on the right side of the bed so he can use Bucky’s arm as another pillow, despite knowing the hard planes of metal can’t possibly be comfortable for him. “For warmth,” Tony says as he presses a kiss to Bucky’s reconstructed shoulder and dozes off under their weighted blanket made of the fluffiest down feathers. Bucky just smiles indulgently and curls in closer, perfectly happy to tolerate overheating in his sleep if it means going to bed every night with his favorite person in the world.

Having Tony in his arms warms him from the inside out, like an endless summer after a lifetime spent lost in the cold.

#hahahaha the ending is cheesy as heck but idc!!! i love them your honor #is this my first real winteriron fic #buckytony #winteriron #starkbucks #bucky barnes #tony stark #kay writes things #ketzel #ask

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covenofwives · 3 days

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Two For the Effort of One

Sapnap has always been stronger, but he'd managed to hide it from Dream and George. A near fatal accident forces him to reveal it, but he's shocked and touched to realise his friends are more impressed than scared with his strength. Now he can show them what he can really do.

Thank you for your patience. This is another one of Sleep's Ler Sapnap week done. This is also a soft look into my new AU. Enjoy.

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Sapnap was always aware he was stronger than Dream or George. He realised it when he was really young and on the same day, Sapnap4K started to train him about his strength and how to control it.

“We are strong. We use that strength to protect the ones we love. And save those who need it. To use your strength to dominate or take control of someone is the worst you can do.”

Those words stayed with Sapnap, and played in the back of his mind whenever he was with Dream and George. If they sparred, he would hold back. If they did weight training, he’d deliberately pick the lower sets. When they wrestled, he would let them win but only after they put up enough of a fight.

At first it was frustrating, especially when George would gloat about how much stronger he was getting over Sapnap, but eventually he learned to let it go. It didn’t matter if his friends knew how strong he was or not because he’d know. He learned to be okay with that.

There was no real plan to tell them about it because it never mattered. But in the heat of the moment he wasn’t really thinking of keeping secrets, he was just thinking of keeping them safe.

Despite their brothers absolute insistence on not going near the caves in the mountain, it just took a few dares from Dream and the three were off exploring. They swore to keep it a secret from the Gods as they explored deeper into the caves. Then the cave started rumbling, the cracks started climbing up the walls and the only thing keeping the Dream Team from being flattened into red mist was Sapnap holding up what felt like the weight of the entire fucking mountain on his back.

George gawked at Sapnap before Dream dragged him up to help dig them a way out. They were moving fast, which Sapnap was grateful for because he didn’t know how long he could hold this up for. He just had to make sure they two were safe enough in their dug out tunnel before he’d even think about letting go.

Luckily the thought never had to cross his mind as Dream had dug enough to reach sunlight, and then DreamXD appeared at the opening, and the three were quickly whisked out of harms way.

The mountain crumbled in the distance while the boys were being partly looked over and partly scolded by their older brothers. George seemed to be getting the worst of it. GeorgeHD was checking over every inch of him for injuries while his helper hands worried around him.

“Of all the dumb things you’ve ever done this is the worst! You could have been killed!” HD screeched.

“We’ll we’re not! We’re fine-Fucking! Stop!” George bat away at the hands crowding him.

Dream was getting a similar lecture, though it was quieter from XD. From the sight of Dream’s face he already realised he’d lead his friends into danger and the guilt would eat at him for a while.

Sapnap thought he’d get similar treatment but so far the only thing 4K had spoken to him about was to pull up his top so 4K could have a look at his back. His muscles hurt and he could feel the rips in his top so he knew his back was cut up or scraped. 4K ran his warm hands over the skin and there were a few spots Sapnap winced at.

“I’m going to take Sapnap to the Nether.” 4K spoke and the bickering and talks between the siblings silenced. “He needs healed.”

HD looked between Sapnap and 4K. “I could heal him.” He offered gently.

“Nah. It’s best he gets a lava bath.” 4K helped Sapnap stand. “We’ll be back tomorrow.”

It was a quick goodbye before the two Nether brothers were zipped away, appearing in 4K’s bastion.

“What’s wrong?” 4K asked immediately.

Away from the others, the worry that had been boiling in his chest just seemed to leak out. Sapnap’s eyes watered and he blinked furiously as he said. “They-They saw me. When I was holding up the mountain. They know my strength.”

4K helped take off Sapnap’s shirt and gave another look at his injuries. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“They’re scared of me. They looked at me like I was a freak!”

“They looked at you in awe because you saved them. If it wasn’t for your full strength, you would have died.” 4K raised Sapnap’s arms just slightly, and stopped when Sapnap yelped. “You’ve probably pulled a muscle. Or muscles. Let’s get you a bath.”

Sapnap did feel better after the bath. When he submerged himself in complete lava, the aches of his muscles and cuts faded away. He came out redressed in soft comfy clothes and 4K was waiting with soft blankets and cuddles.

“They absolutely expect me to lecture you, so just tell them I did, alright?” 4K pressed a kiss to Sapnap’s head. “You were brave and your strength saved your friends. You have no reason to hide or be ashamed of it.”

Sapnap fell asleep trying to keep those words in his mind, even though he dreaded the thought of seeing his friends the next day. He had begged 4K to just let him stay in the Nether and make up and excuse to the others, but that wasn’t going to happen. With soft encouragement, Sapnap and 4K returned to the Overworld, in the usual spot where the other two Gods and their siblings were waiting.

“You are all grounded!” HD announced as soon as Sapnap arrived. “You are not leaving our sight. For a week. A month!”

“Easy, HD.” XD put a hand over HD’s shoulder. “But, you three are super grounded.”

With some sweet talk and assurances, 4K managed to talk down the grounding from “not leave our sights” to “not leave the grove”. That was a fair compromise. Sapnap silently pleaded 4K to not go but his brother mouthed “you’ll be fine” and Sapnap was off with Dream and George.

The three wandered out to a small flower meadow. Sapnap had kept up the small hope that the two had forgotten, or they just wouldn’t ask any questions. But that hope was out the window when George immediately asked.

“How did you do that in the caves?”

Sapnap sighed slowly from his nose and swallowed back his frustration. “Do what?”

“Hold up an entire fucking mountain.” Dream responded. “That was… I don’t even know, that was beyond insane!”

“I got lucky.” Sapnap shrugged.

“That wasn’t luck, Sap, that was pure strength. When did you get that strong?”

The question Sapnap dreaded to hear, but Dream’s voice was calm and soft. Sapnap risked looking at them and saw they didn’t look at him like he was a freak or with fear. They were curious.

It was now or never, because Sapnap’s nerves wouldn’t let him get another shot. “I’ve always been that strong.”

Sapnap waited for looks of betrayal or something, but Dream and George just waited. So he continued. “I’m stronger than you guys. Like…a lot stronger. I realised years ago and 4K’s been helping train me so I don’t...let it be known.” He raised a hand, rubbing the back of his neck. “But when that cave collapsed I had to do something. I couldn’t let you both die!”

“Why did you hide it?” George asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

An uncomfortable lump formed in Sapnap’s throat which was hard to swallow. He only found his voice when Dream had asked: “Did 4K tell you to hide it?”

“No!” Sapnap quickly shook his head. “No! Never. He was always encouraging me to tell you guys. Or show you. I hid it because… I was scared you would be scared of me. You wouldn’t let me stay with you guys, or join you on stuff anymore.”

It was freeing and terrifying to admit it. Both parts a weight off his chest and a horrible crushing feeling on his shoulders.

“Well, that’s a dumb reason. Because there is no way we’d leave you over that.” George scoffed, in his own caring but trying not to way.

Even if the words were harsh, Sapnap felt like he could have cried right there.

“We wouldn’t leave you over that.” Dream said softly. “We’re brothers. We love you. Nothing you could say would make us leave you.”

Sapnap could have cried right there if his pride had let him. His eyes teared up a little but blinked them away.

“But now I wanna see what you really can do when we wrestle.”

Of course Dream would immediately think competitively. His soft smile was replaced with a challenging smirk.

Sapnap felt his own smile pull at his lips. “I mean… I could absolutely wreck you.”

“Prove it.”

Sapnap was more than willing to prove it. In fact he was giddy from the events and challenged both of them to wrestle him at the same time. Dream and George’s goading and confident smirks soon turned to frustration and bewilderment. They were both pinned.

“SAPNAP!” George screeched, followed close by Dream’s useless struggle.

It didn’t take long to get them pinned. Sapnap had Dream under him; he was on his side on Dream’s back with an arm wrapped around Dream’s front to keep his arms in close to his chest. George was grappled between his legs, with the brunette's arms pinned under Sapnap’s legs and stuck to George’s side.

George would scream and then try to move but all he could do was weakly pull and shuffle Sap’s legs a little. Dream was less vocal, but he huffed and groaned as he tried to free his arms and push or roll himself. Again he just moved Sapnap a little. And only because Sapnap let himself be moved.

He was honestly surprised just how easily he could take them both down. Of course he was careful of his strength and made sure he didn’t really hurt them, but even when being mindful they were down in less than 5 minutes.

“There’s no...nngh…way you’re this strong…!” Dream struggled under Sapnap.

“Well you’re the one caught.” Sapnap teased. “And not getting out. So either you like being pinned under me or I really am that strong.”

That lit a fire in Dream and he tried to shake his friend off to the same result. Sapnap wasn’t moving, although now he was giggling at Dream’s attempt. The blonde was absolutely adorable and Sapnap reached over with his free hand to lift up Dream’s hoodie.

Dream stopped struggling, only for a moment, to squeak and then he was kicking up a fuss again. His face started to blush as he babbled a mix of Sapnap’s name and “stop!”

“W-Whahat! What is hahappening?!” George tried to twist himself around and get a look. He could feel Dream’s struggling but not see anything.

Sapnap couldn’t help but snort with laughter, seeing a nervous smile take over Dream’s face to almost match his mask. “You’re not stopping me now either.” He pointed out as he pulled up the side of Dream’s hoodie to his ribs. Dream’s hips and about half of his sides were very much shown off since he was wearing his revealing manhunt outfit. No matter how much Dream swore it helped him, Sapnap didn’t believe it.

“Sahapnahahap! D-Dohon’t!” Dream tried to sound serious and intimidating, but his high giggles made it impossible.

“Just stop me.” Sapnap shrugged. “If I’m not that strong, just stop me.”

Sapnap hadn’t even touched Dream’s side, and still he could see Dream squirm and try to arch his side away.

“Tell you what,” Sapnap thought out loud as he placed his fingers over Dream’s sides. Dream yipped and tried to struggle again but it was useless. Sapnap wasn’t moving. “If you knock me off, I won’t tickle George after.”

“WHAT?!” George screeched and struggled almost as desperately as Dream. “You’re not ti-tihickling mehe!”

“Oh I am. Once I get Dream to tap out with his safe word, I very much am.”

“I-Ihi’m not tahapping out!”

“Not yet~”

Sapnap wasted no more time. He walked his fingers slowly down to Dream’s hips, and tickling over the bone and working his fingers up to just under Dream’s ribs. Even with the added panic to try and escape, Dream’s struggling still did nothing to push off Sapnap. His laughter came out in sputters at first, hopeless attempts to hold it back before he just couldn’t anymore.

“SAHAHAHAP!” Dream shouted between his peals of laughter. His legs kicked and tried to push off the ground but it got him nowhere. The fingers continued tickling up and down his defenceless, sensitive side.

Of course it wasn’t enough to get Dream begging for real mercy. Sapnap knew Dream’s tells. His near hysterical laughter now was from frustration that he couldn’t move, sending his nerves on edge. It wouldn’t take long to break him at all.

“Someone’s extra tick-tick-ticklish today.” Sapnap chuckled over the laughter. “George must not have been tickling you for a while cause you’re just so sensitive!”

“Sh-SHUT UP! Shuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!” Dream tried to growl but his threatening rumble was interrupted by squeaking giggles.

“S-Sahapnahap!” George squeaked. Sapnap gave a look down to the still trapped brunette. His face was almost as red as Dream’s, flushing down his neck and under his t-shirt. Sapnap was half tempted to jump him and start tickling George right there, but it would be so much sweeter if he could wait.

“Don’t worry Georgie, you’ll get your turn.” Sapnap cooed. “Once Dreamie here has had enough.”

“Noho you won’t!” George screamed and tried to escape again. Every time he got just a little bit of give, Sapnap tightened his legs and George would scream in frustration again.

“Just give in, Dreamie and it’s all over…” Sapnap cooed again, focusing back onto the still laughing man under him. He slowly let his fingers crawl down to Dream’s hips, letting them tickle there so his laughter calmed to squeaky giggles. “Just say that one little word and I’ll stop.”

“Dohon’t you DARE!” George warned. “Dream! If you do you’re going to regret it!”

“Nohohohohoho. No nohohoho…” Dream shook his head into the grass, hiding his giggling blushy face.

While it was absolutely fun to tear Dream apart with giggles, the more George squirmed and tried to escape the more Sapnap really wanted to take him down a peg.

Without slowing the tickling of his fingers, Sapnap moved them down to curve around Dream’s side and slip under his tummy. Like a dam wall breaking, Dream’s laughter suddenly poured out in hysterical waves. He could barely speak over his howls, but Sapnap heard one word loud and clear.

“MASK! MASK! MAHAHAHASK!”

“There it is!”

Sapnap pulled back his hand on Dream’s stomach and the one around his front. He loosened his legs ever so slightly and pounced as soon as George tried to make a break for it.

“No! No! NO!” George screamed and tried his hardest to struggle but he was easily pulled back into Sapnap’s chest.

“Now George! It’s time to give Dream a rest!”

Dream had rolled on his side with the freedom given. His face was flushed and he was breathless. He curled up with his arms protectively around his tummy.

Sapnap had already decided they’d be cuddling afterwards, but he needed George to be just as melty and giggly first. He was already so worked up so it was expected as soon as Sapnap’s fingers touched his ribs, George was already laughing. His threats and pleas fighting to be heard over his uncontrollable hysteria.

To George’s credit he lasted longer than Dream, but by the time he’d screamed his safe word and Sapnap stopped he had fallen asleep. Somehow between the laughter and squeals, Dream had also fallen asleep in the grass and it was easy enough for Sapnap to shuffle him and George over to cuddle.

Sapnap didn’t sleep. He was too excited and his mind raced with worries. They accepted him for his strength now, but he’d still have to be mindful and careful. He’d have to adjust and figure out what exactly he could push his strength too without hurting them. But even as the worries loomed, they didn’t last long. The soft snoring surrounding Sapnap reminded him he wasn’t alone through it. He didn’t need to hide anymore.

His friends - his brothers - would always accept and love him.

#sleepy's ler!sapnap week #ler!sapnap #lee!dream #lee!george #covenofwords

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acourtofthought · 3 days

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Is High Lady a legitimate position? or was that just made up to make Feyre legitimately the most powerful fae (like her mate)? Does being a high lady require a different set of socio-political functions than any lady in Prythian? Or are they just ladies in positions of power who are really really powerful?

Also, should Elucien be the main couple in the next book, how do you want SJM to explore other courts since Lucien is connected to a lot of them?

Lastly, idk if you answered this but what attributes from Feysand and Nessian made you shy away from them becoming high king and queen? After seeing your posts about characteristics of Elucien that make them suitable to rule, I'd like to hear more from you!

This is not a hater question if you ship the canon couples. Hope you have a great day.

High Lady was a legitimate position at one point though it seems to have fallen out of favor as of late, probably because certain "dictator-like" High Lords who wed had / have the mentality that their wives are not their equals (i.e. Beron, Rhys's father).

I imagine the way Sarah has written it is that High Lady is different than other Lady's in society in that they are the rulers of a court. They share in the same decision making process / voice of authority for a court that a High Lord would. I actually think it has less to do with power and more to do with being the ones to set the laws, where those who work for them are expected to follow their orders when they do issue commands (a sometimes necessary thing).

Where their purpose is to ensure the safety and well being of their people.

As for as Elucien exploring other courts, I feel like Spring is where they'd spend a good bit of time because Spring is the court that needs the most work. The people have been ignored, the land is beginning to die and it's army is something the NC needs as an ally (not to mention a strong force against Beron).

Day I think they'll travel to in order to learn more about Elain's powers.

I think Autumn will be where they visit after Beron is defeated so Lucien can reconnect with his mother.

The human lands to meet with Jurian after Vassa is forced to return, I think we'll also see Elain finally put Graysen in his place.

Feysand are decent enough leaders.... To the Night Court. Everything they do is to protect the people of Velaris (not even so much other territories there) and while it can't be denied that they do love their citizens, they have proven they are willing to use the people of other courts as collateral to prioritize their goals.

Yes, they fought for all fae and humans during the war but Rhys's first priority during Amarantha’s reign was Velaris. Feyre was willing to displace innocent people in Spring in order to get revenge on Tamlin.

So while they do often care for many, they are still willing to sacrifice them at other times. A High King and High Lady will not make good rulers if they're already showing favoritism.

Nessian, I think it's a bit of the same not to mention Cassian is clearly uncomfortable with the political game which is territory being in charge comes with, like it or not. Nesta does fight for others but that character trait typically comes out only when she sees someone truly in need of a fighter and only when she deems it to be something truly unjust. I.e., she did speak up in the High Lords meeting but only after Beron declared the meeting was over. And Feyre initially asked her to tell her story during the meeting and Nesta refused. Nesta is a lot nicer to those she considers weak than those who are equal to her or more powerful. And she chose to ignore the people of Velaris after the war, choosing instead to drink and gamble for a year. I'm not faulting her for that, I understand she was depressed. But I think someone who is a leader tries to move forward and focuses on the needs of the people rather than letting themselves get sucked into themselves. It's kind of why Tamlin isn't the best leader, he let his depression overtake the needs of his court.

But Elain, after losing her father and Graysen and her humanity helped the fae in Velaris rebuild their gardens after the war even though we know she was still struggling. She made an effort to learn what fae traditions meant to them though she grew up fearing their kind. She became invested in the people rather than focusing on her losses. Her personality makes it possible for have decent a relationship with all personality types versus her her sisters who at times come off as combative towards others.

And Lucien? Though he's loyal, we've also been shown that he cares about the needs of the many. People get so caught up on how he didn't do more for Feyre but that's because to him there were many who also needed something. The people of spring, it's High Lord being able to help the court get back on its feet. Not to mention his choosing to help the humans rebuild after the war and sort out their politics. His willingness to help the NC.

Lucien doesn't have blind loyalty to just one place, he cares about many and to me, that is the kind of personality that would make for a fair and just High King.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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I have ✨ideas✨ so yall are getting a prompt list today. Fluff /angst mostly whump. Written with @renon4224 and @endo-bunny in mind for inspo but can be used for anyone:

TW: Starvation, emetophobia, torture, body horror, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, etc.

Whumpee who is used to being strong, being capable, reduced to a skeleton who can barely move due to starvation.

Whumper punishing a starved whumpee by forcing them to eat after days or weeks of next to nothing, their old favorite foods and laughing as they can’t keep it down.

Eating in front of a whumpee who hasn’t eaten in days

Punishing whumpee for being sick when they are allowed to eat because their stomachs can’t handle it.

Caretaker trying to get whumpee to eat and whumpee vomiting it back up, having seizures and heart failure and wildly swinging blood sugar that comes with refeeding syndrome.

Whumper making whumpee exercise, knowing they can’t complete the sets and adding more on for every failure/fainting spell/break they need.

^ building off of that, whumper makes whumpee do challenging or potentially dangerous workouts like bench presses and free bar squats and refuses to help when Whumpee is nearly crushed by the bar. Bonus points if it’s a weight they know they can handle/what would have been a warmup for them before.

Feeding! Tube! Placement!

Whumper getting tired of whumpee refusing food because it’s always poisoned/spoiled/out of sheer defiance and forcing the tube through their nose and securing it with a lock so they can’t pull it out. Bonus points if they keep giving them poisoned/spoiled food through the tube or otherwise putting things through it that aren’t meant to be.

Rescued whumpee in the hospital tearing the tube out every chance they get even though they can’t keep down solid food.

Caretakers having to learn how to place the tubes while Whumpee fights them the whole time.

Caretakers who don’t know how to react to skeletal whumpees. Do they insist they’re beautiful no matter what? Do they admit they find the concave stomach, the sharp ribs and the bloated knot of internal organs just above their hips grotesque?

S/O or FWB caretakers lying and saying they’re attracted to them no matter what but refusing intimacy ‘until they’ve recovered’ because they’re repulsed at the idea of sex with someone so jarringly fragile, so broken and unrecognizable as human.

Whumpees who were previously insecure about their weight not wanting to gain anything back because of that fear despite hating how they currently look as a starved wisp of a person.

Previously chubby whumpees who lose weight down to skeletons and have a bunch of loose skin.

Whumpers who take sick pleasure in cutting off, piercing with needles or even jewelry, pinching and stretching, or suspending whumpees by the loose skin.

Whumpers who want to starve whumpees unsatisfied by how slow they’re losing mass, wrapping chickenwire or another mesh tightly around whumpee and shaving whatever flesh pushes out against the metal off with a knife or razor.

Whumpees who are used as a meat source for a cannibal/inhuman whumper who cuts off bits at a time to eat while whumpee is still alive.

Whumpers who try to feed whumpee either mutilated pieces of other whumpees or even pieces that have been cut off of themselves.

Sorry for how heavy some of these are but they’ve been in my head for a while, had to scream into the void. Slightly fluffier shit:

Needing new wardrobes to fit them constantly as their weight seesaws in recovery. Caretaker trying to make it fun like a fashion show every time.

S/O!caretakers who insist that their love for whumpee hasn’t changed, that they don’t blame them for struggling to gain weight or losing it in the first place.

Caretakers trying their best to make as painless as possible, giving whumpee water to help them place the tube and stroking their hair the entire time whenever they have to change it. “It’s ok. Shhh, it’s in. Take a minute to breathe, there you go. It’s ok.”

Whumpees who have permanent damage from their experiences needing a tube for the rest of their life, either one in the nose or directly into what’s left of their stomach/intestines. Trying to make the best of it, picking out fun stickers to hold it in place and learning to manage it on their own.

Blankets and oversized sweaters for warmth, all the cuddles as caretaker praises them for what little solid food they’ve eaten that day.

Kisses along the boney edges of ribs, along the knuckles of cold, thin hands, on too sharp collarbones and down the bumps of the spine. Soft reassurances that they’ll soften with time, that the regained weight is a good thing.

Whumpees retiring after the torment they went through and gaining back more than they lost in a healthy layer of fat. Bonus points if they were alway on the cut defined muscular side before from being a living weapon to carewhumpers/sleezy superiors.

Intimacy for the first time afterwards, full of gentle kisses and unrushed tenderness. Maybe whumpee requests the lights off so their S/O doesn’t have to see them this way or with clothes on.

S/O telling them that they’re still themselves and that will never not be beautiful to them.

Little celebrations every time that number on the scale tips upwards.

(If you made it all the way to the end of this monster post congratulations. Have a sticker. Feel free to send me one of these with a character and I’ll see about writing it. Naruto is my current hyperfixation so those might get done quicker FYI.)

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