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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 2: Too scary - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of scary movies, trauma, blood, gore, etc. Nothing too graphic

Type: Blurbs

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Turns out the movie was too terrifying for little Y/N to handle, therefore it’s their job to comfort you.

Notes: Let’s see how long I can keep this up.

Jason Voorhees: At first he wouldn’t notice, mostly focused on the movie and the candy he’s stuffing his face with. When you’d shuffle around, when he’d notice the constant movement, then he’d take a look at you only to find you with your knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. It’d take a moment for him to register that your stomach was turning at the imagery. Once he would, Jason would instantly coop you up into his arms and keep you in a tiny ball, doing his best to protect you from your thoughts.

Michael Myers: He can smell fear, he’s always been exposed to fear all around him, it’s like second nature to him. When he realizes you’re afraid of the movie, he turns over to stare at you for a moment, which makes you even more uneasy. Thinking Michael looks at you like you’re a big baby, you decide to just cross your arms and brave through the rest of the film. Of course, failing miserably. Michael would force you into his arms, letting you kind of flop into his arms and situate yourself however you wanted.

Tiffany Valentine: She loves horror movies, it’s one of the things that could keep her occupied. While your stomach twists at the imagery and blood splatter on the screen, Tiffany seems mesmerized by it, not paying much attention to your squeamish reaction. Once you’re both done with the movie, she’d turn to you asking “So, how’d you like it?” Only to see you near traumatized. “Y/N!” Tiffany would wrap her arms around your face and bring you into her chest, pressing you into a hug. “Was that too scary? Why didn’t you say anything babe?” Of course she’d make it up to you, with much affection and endearment.

Billy Loomis: Doesn’t even notice at first how uncomfortable you are, no matter how much you nuzzle into him. A few flinches in, he’d look down to you to make sure you were awake, but to see you near in tears would cause him to stop the movie. “Y/N? You okay? We can stop watching this, I just thought you’d like to see it with me.” He knew better than to keep it playing when you’d tell him you were fine. “No, I mean, it’s kinda lame anyway, here’s the remote, find something better. I’m gonna get another beer, you want anything?” Then he’d come back, lay into the arm rest and bring you down with him, making sure you were cuddled into the blanket on the couch.

Stu Macher: What a dumbass, he wouldn’t really notice at all if you were crying or looking away from the screen too much. He’s “in the moment” with the gory scenes. After the movie, Stu would ask you how you’d like it only to see hot tears streaming down your cheeks. He’d laugh a little bit at how scared you looked, but then would give you the tightest hug. Stu would hold you tightly enough to give you some troubles breathing regularly, letting you put on some cartoons to forget the imagery. Will this happen again? Absolutely.

Patrick Bateman: Ok, he’s probably the worst of them all. Patrick watches snuff films and all kinds of gruesome films for fun. When you brought it up to his attention, he was more than happy to show you what he liked and explain to you the different methods of torture and what part inflicted the most pain. Even if you’d throw up, Patrick would keep the film going, mesmerized by the screams telling you “It’s actually not that bad.” But he’d let you hide into his arm, clenching onto it as you did so, but there was no way to hide from the terrorizing screams and Patrick's chuckle throughout it.

Leatherface: Honestly always checking up on you through every scene. Bubba doesn’t even want you to watch the scary films, he would think you were too pure for them, ironically. If you insisted though, he’d let you, holding you close to him and giving you space to hide if you needed to look away, which seemed to be often. Bubba would be ready to turn off the screen at any moment, one arm wrapped around you and the other one with the finger on the off button. He too would let you watch cartoons with him after. Bubba would offer you your favorite junk food or candy and let you snuggle into him while you laugh at the new pictures on the screen.

Harley Quinn: Is SUPER into horror. Laughs at the screams and blood splatter “Y/N! Y/N! Did ya see that? Did ya see it?! Let me rewind it.” Harleys a bit clueless when it comes to seeing your discomfort at first, but then when she notices you keep flinching or looking away, her expression immediately changes. “Oh my god Y/N? Are you afraid of this? You shoulda said something pumpkin’!” Immediately cuddles you and keeps you close to her chest, changing the channel to a Disney movie. Harley would be THE best at comforting you, squeezing the near life out of you to keep you comfortable and your mind off of things. Lots of comfort food, honestly.

Poison Ivy: Isn’t necessarily obsessed with horror movies and gore, not very interested in it either but she doesn’t mind playing the exorcist for background noise. If you’re not obviously telling her that you’re scared or you want to play something else, she would pick up on how you would react. Flinching at certain moments in the movie, looking away from the screen constantly, all things Pamela would notice, putting two and two together, she’d turn off the TV, telling you simply “What a trashy movie, let’s go play.” And would lead you into the bedroom for some TLC. Pamela’s love language would be physical touch and she would make sure you would get enough of it to fall asleep to. She’d make a mental note to stay away from horror movies with you.

Bruce Wayne: Never was really big with horror movies to begin with. Bruce grew up with musicals and operas, he was cultured in filmmaking, but horror never really made a mark in his interests, mainly because of the real life horrors he had to face already. Of course Bruce picks up on everything, noticing your reluctance in watching any more of this movie, he decides to nuzzle you into him, not saying a word and changing the channel, or taking your hand to lead you out of the theater. After all, Bruce knew what it felt like to be afraid. Expect a ton of tender touches and soft kisses.

Jason Todd: Sweetest energy tbh. Whether your watching a scary movie as a group or together, his reaction would be similar in both scenarios. As soon as he’d feel your palm in a cold sweat he’d look for your reaction, even if you try to brave through it, Jason would pull your face into his chest, kissing the top of your head. ‘What a bullshit ass movie.” He’d mumble while subconsciously caressing the back of your head. “You’re being brave dollface, but you don’t have to be.” He’d whisper to you and give you a squeeze. ”Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Billy Hargrove: Notices instantly, but wouldn’t want to call you out on it. Instead he would also pull a stunt like Pamela. Telling you “This is kinda tacky, let’s leave.” And would lead you out of the movie theater, turn off the TV or leave whatever house party you were at. He’d make sure to never let you go, holding your hand, keeping his arm around your waist as usual, always being protective of you. Billy would make you feel safe enough to tell him what happened and what was wrong and why. He’d actually listen to you, being quiet for a moment, letting it all sink in, then comfort you by telling you “That’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about, I had a few movies that scared the daylights out of me, but you know I’m never gonna let anything happen to you.”

Steve Harrington: Knows from the start that you don’t like horror movies, he doesn’t either but he can stomach a lot more than you can. Steve was kind of taken a back when you insisted that it would be fine to have a movie night with your friends even though they planned a horror marathon. When the kill scenes would get severely worse as the movie progresses, you’d get more uncomfortable and at this point it seemed like an unspoken competition to see who could stomach more gore, you or Steve. Still, when you’d take a nap, shifting and shuffling around in the blankets, he’d know the movie maybe actually got to you. Steve would hug you tightly, caress your face when you’d drift in and out of sleep.

Steve Rogers: Would be such a big time caregiver energy. When you’d hide your face away in certain scenes, Steve would notice instantly, hugging you closely through the scene. If you kept showing discomfort, Steve would take you from the room, not offering an explanation to anyone. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go do something else” He never really understood the concept or horror movies, nor the appeal, so it wasn’t like he was missing out on anything. Steve would pick you up, letting you hide into his chest or his neck. He’d kiss your head, cheek and neck constantly, slow and full of love. “Come on angel, let’s watch something else.” He’d turn on the TV letting you chose any cartoon movie you’d be in the mood to watch.

Bucky Barnes: Also with Steve energy, he’d let you hide into him. He kind of understood the concept of the horror movies, even liked a couple but not to the extent those around you both would like. His heart melts when he sees you pout and avoiding looking at the screen. Closing your eyes waiting for the screaming to stop, Bucky would want nothing more than to reach over and pull you onto him, letting you hide into him and tell you everything was okay and it was only a movie. When the movie would be over, he’d check up on you, making sure you weren’t still thinking of it, which more than likely you were and he wouldn’t hesitate to spend the night with you, letting you curl into his body, being three times your size and keeping you safe from whatever horror you saw today.

Wanda Maximoff: She would notice it the second scene in, the minute you hesitated to agree on a horror marathon with the team, she knew maybe you were a little bit more of a baby than she initially thought. She’d play it off with you as well, telling the team the movie seemed boring and that she just wanted to go to bed, she was tired. When the others would dismiss her, not paying much attention, she would look at you, who stayed sitting in silence. “Y/N? Are you okay? You keep nodding off, come join me, let’s get you to bed.” Wanda would be your saving grace and of course she would let you sleep in her bed, keeping you comfortable and safe in her pillow fortress and arms.

Loki Laufeyson: He’d always notice any sort of discomfort in you, knowing that you weren’t able to stomach much of the gory scenes but a part of him wanted to see how much you were able to handle. Loki would sit where he was able to look at you with just a flicker of his eyelids in your direction. When you’d all have a movie night, Loki would be the one to agree to watch something gruesome just to see you squirm in your seat. When it would be too much to handle for you and you’d have to excuse yourself, Loki would come to your aid when he would pass by your room to see you sitting on the corner, hugging yourself trying to erase the imagery out of your head by watching your favorite comfort films. “Y/N? How are you doing?”

Cloud Strife: He’s not very fazed by horror movies or anything of that sort, but if he feels you hide against him again throughout the movie, he would let you. He’d hesitate to put his arm around you, but if you snuggle into it, he’d squeeze you in. Because this seemed to be very unlike Cloud, snuggling into his torso would be the most comforting thing. Cloud would let you sleep with him if you admitted you were scared, letting you snuggle in under the covers with him, he’d drape an arm over you and keep you close as you drifted off to sleep.

Aerith Gainsborough: Not terribly interested in horror movies, but would watch a few just to spend some time. Aerith has quite the strong stomach compared to you and the rest of your friends. She could sit there and watch a full marathon with you guys no problem, but if you couldn’t handle it, she’d understand and take a walk with you, picking flowers for you on the sidewalk as she would try to distract you from the imagery from before. Her smile surely would help, Aerith would be the perfect person to comfort you for something that seems as silly as a horror movie.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’d seen it all, fear is not something he was very familiar in feeling, but he knew it came as second nature to the human species. If you were afraid of a movie or show, he’d find it amusing to see you worked up over false imagery when he had seen much worse, all real as well. Sebastian would still excel in his duty to comfort you, assuring you there was nothing to fear, since he would never let anything hurt you. Being cared for by him in this way did help, you knew he meant it and it was silly for you to worry about anything that was plastered across a screen.

Spencer Reid: Would be so wholesome, he had seen so much gruesome scenes, often inspiring many of the plots of movies you two were watching, but he knew to spare you the details. When Spencer heard you wanted to see a horror movie with him, he was surprised, letting you decide which one, but when it was too much for you, he knew right when to stop it and ask you if you were okay, not wanting to have you get nightmares for the next week straight. Spencer would soothe you, holding you close to him, letting you lay down onto him and snuggle under a blanket. He’d play something more wholesome, maybe a Disney classic in the background or some sort of comedy to keep your mind off the previous imagery.

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maxwell-grant · 5 months

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(VENTURE BROS FINALE SPOILERS)

There's this thing I keep thinking back to in The Venture Bros, that is the way everyone talks about Jonas Venture. The early myth of Jonas Venture, the great man and hero beloved by everyone who has been succeeded by a less-than-great failure of a son, is eventually twisted around with the gradual reveal of Jonas as a horrible man who did horrible things to his son that made him the way he is, and with every subsequent appearence unveiling more and more about the depths of depravity Jonas was actively capable of. We get to see how much Jonas is responsible for many of the issues all the characters find themselves envolved in, how much can be traced back to him, and we see things he's done that even appalled the rest of the old Team Venture who seemed mostly fine with all the other things he was doing. Rusty even gets a couple of moments of catharsis where he's shown to be making progress in having moved past his dad.

But the way people talk about Jonas Venture never changes. There is no reckoning for anyone other than maybe Rusty. Jonas Venture is the biggest and most successful and influential character even after his death, and his perception at large never remotely changes. He is the biggest monster, and so he has the best public image out of everyone. All the little monsters are just playing in his pool, and even all the other not-monsters will cover for him and praise him no matter what he did, no matter how many people he killed, no matter how many children's lives he ruined or how much destruction he left everywhere he went.

When we're introduced to Professor Victor von Helping, the kindest and most helpful person Dean's ever had in his life, he expresses open admiration for Jonas as an inspiration for getting into science, something he will explain to Dean was what saved him and allowed him to take control of his life from his horrible father, and this is directly after the Morpho saga that had shown us Jonas at his absolute worst. And the thing is, we're not meant to think less of Von Helping for it. He is not malicious, he doesn't worship science or Jonas for any nefarious or ignorant reason, he just knows what everyone does: that Jonas Venture was a great scientist who changed the world and has been succeeded by a not very impressive son.

Ben, who personally assisted Jonas in the cloning process and who knows what else and now lives in a graveyard of hundreds of people whose deaths he directly attributes to both Rusty and Jonas, is still about as benevolent as a super scientist can really be in the setting, and in the movie he helps cap off the show with a message to Hank Venture that he delivers based on what Jonas passed onto him. He attributes "Blood doesn't make a family; love does", a closing statement on the show, as heartfelt wisdom from Hank's granddad. It's not played for irony. We can debate whether it's meant to have some or the degree to which that statement can be read as malicious coming from Jonas or someone who was that closely affiliated with him, but none of that even really matters in that moment of Hank's closure and Ben being able to provide some with what he claims to be Jonas' teachings.

None of this takes away from all the horrible things Jonas did. None of this is meant to be any kind of redemption for him or his legacy. His legacy may be complicated, but Jonas Venture was not a complicated man. Complications and moral dillemmas are things he invented for the little people around him to deal with, whether they fought for the Guild or the OSI, or they are little Ventures scurrying in his shadow. Moral greyness was just a thing for chumps to be concerned about while Jonas ruled the world unimpeded from doing whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted.

Usually when shows have this big, massive force behind so many unfolding events and characters and traumas, there's a degree to which their comeuppance involves some kind of larger reckoning. They get exposed for who they are, their legacy crumbles, their great deeds are rendered lesser, they are given ignoble fates or some kind of retributive punishment, society can rest easier with the great evil exposed and defeated, and the audience can rest easier knowing that, if some great evil like this was made public and exposed, we'd do something about it. We'd so something about it on a scale that matters and stops it from happening again.

We need to believe that's what happens because we can't, and maybe we must never, accept that it doesn't work that way, that all around us are monuments and reminders that celebrate the monstrosities of our forefathers and their grip on our current lives, even when everything they've done and continue doing is public record, even when you tell someone about it and they still keep doing it, and everyone around you gives them a pass to do it so long as it (and by "it", they mean you) doesn't bother them.

And it's not like none of those things happened with Jonas, he did get a deserving comeuppance of sorts in the Morpho trilogy. But nobody really cared. Nobody that mattered cared. Only Rusty cares, and Rusty doesn't matter. Certainly not as much as his dad matters. Jonas gets the approval of the world and all the accolades and statues that follow, and he gets to crush his children forever under the weight of his legacy because of that. All they can do is try and survive past him, and even that is enough of a struggle.

But even with all of that, even with Ben's gentle and comforting parting words being another reminder that history exonerates Jonas for everything he's done while looking down on those he victimized, I find myself thinking of the fact that the last we ever see of Jonas' image is that accursed statue finally being toppled off it's pedestal, and the entire cast banding together to rescue The Monarch, his other son and victim, from it. They may not even like him (and for good reasons), but they don't let the invincible grip of his father take him to the grave. It takes them all to push back Jonas, but they push him back nonetheless, and Monarch lives another day.

It's not what the movie ends on, it's more of a funny moment than anything. It's just I was going to end this ramble pessimistically, until I remembered this frame. The true final word on him.

May we all survive the Jonas Ventures of our lives and push those fuckers back into the trash where they belong.

#venture bros #the venture bros #rusty venture #jonas venture #the monarch #adult swim #vb

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spotlightlowlife · 28 days

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Ed Edd and Eddy succeeds at what Haz/boss attempts

Here's another series both these shows could learn from.

Spoilers ahead.

Ed Edd and Eddy, another hyperactive crazy gag cartoon that is hardly for its supposed target audience. With a very basic plot, it's a lot like Helluva boss, yet it manages to move any story along faster than the more serious plot driven but still wacky Hazbin hotel.

We have obnoxious lead characters pushing business in an unappealing looking and feeling environment where good and bad and right and wrong are ambiguous. Only accountability and growth are highly prominent in the kids show.

Initial plots

Assassin imps who sit at the bottom of society are determined to make this small business work.

Antichrist princess of hell runs a hotel where she wants to redeem sinners in order to send them to heaven.

Kids who grift for money and candy.

Characters

Eddy is a lot like both Charlie and Blitzø, he's a hyper, toxic positive, opportunistic try hard, desperate for his ideas to work, he's leader of the pack who's good at being dismissive and driven to the point of carelessness.

Like Blitzø and co. and pilot Charlie and co., the Ed's are not established at what they're working towards, but they're willing to put in the work which only leads to misadventures.

Excluding Charlie as she barely gets the time of day, the fake it till you make it demeanor Eddy and Blitzø display masks saddens, loneliness and a lack of control of how they live and how they've been living.

Blitzø glides through his show on charisma and sympathy, along with facing someone objectively worst, his behaviour being rude and mean spirited is something nobody cares about and he like those around him can step up on anybody of any standing and their actions be shrugged off.

Eddy too is a charismatic and sympathetic character, his constant trying and failing at his ideas offers us a good underdog, yet he's no hero, he's a scammer and his unsavoury ways always bother people. He gets confronted a lot.

Charlie glides through on being a nice enough side character, dispite being the lead. Though like Ed, Charlie is very determined to push an idea and get others on side, but lacking in fight, assertiveness and aggression. All three leads are fast talking salesman types, yet Ed faces consequence on the regular.

HB and EED feature additional leads that serve as the primary leads sidekicks.

We have the highly similar Moxxie and Edd, though Edd stands up for himself a more, there have been fall outs and he doesn't treat his leader of the pack as a superior, something Moxxie does dispite being there since Blitzø business was just an idea, which was when they first met, welcoming Blitzø into his life.

Both are timid, sensible, cultured and full of ideas, dragged into the problems their pushy leader presents and walked all over, much to their frustration.

We also have the friendly and loyal bruiser sidekick who doesn't really have a lot to contribute in this group dynamic. These characters being Millie and Ed, yet were Millie could speak up more, have an opinion and let her presence be known but she doesn't, Ed on the other hand is consistently operating from elsewhere.

Target audience

Helluva and Hazbin are both adult cartoons, yet clean up the dialogue and that's hardly the case. Yes there's gore and mature themes but they make up a small part in upping the age rating in comparison to the swearing and sex jokes. The mature themes are offered to us in layman's terms, we get a lot of flashbacks and confessions.

Ed Edd and Eddy is for all audiences dispite being violent, featuring sexual harrassment, domestic violence and child abuse, the execution of these mature themes are played out in a nuanced manner where we are not spoon fed information.

Mature themes - trauma

Dispite being a comically violent gag cartoon, all the children, dispite being at odds with Eddy, some being volatile ob the regular and some being younger, were able to understand what domestic violence was when Eddy was bullied by his brother, his brother being a character Eddy had long hyped up as someone cool and admirable, turned out the only truth was that this guy existed.

His own revelation that he had fabricated a big part of his background explained a lot, all of Eddy's charisma and try hard ways were determination to be liked, appreciated and have nice thing. This was growth for him and he earned the respect and understanding of his peers absent of pity, everybody moved on happily without the audience being guided into what they should perceive.

The movie not only wrapped up the show, but bought completion to the whole story.

Helluva and Hazbin is very overt in showing us what the characters have been through and are going through. We get flashbacks to childhood even when it may not be necessary.

First off, Moxxie's flashback was fine, it wasn't particularly dramatic for its setting, it explained why he was a good marksman and why he had 'daddy issues', his daddy is also an active threat, so Moxxie's avoidance doesn't always work out.

Blitzø desperation to have his business work out leading him to make a dodgy deal fit perfectly fine, we learn that his kind are at the bottom of society, we see that they don't work anywhere glamorous and he's no kid, obviously he's had to make an effort to keep his head above water, his poor decision making has probably gotten him into trouble in the past which is something that could spell endless storylines, his family aren't present and he's aggressively forming a new one so bridges being burned were storylines the audience should have expected, we learnt that he stole from Verosika and broke her heart, Verosika is a whole sucubus who seemed more cut up about in him than him interested in her.

Did we really need to know that he was manipulated into being a user and a thief back when he was an innocent little child? Weren't his underhanded tactics understand enough?

Charlie got a flashback of being a very small child expressing an interest in what her daddy was doing but her now absent mother took her away. This provided the backbone for her sulking that her dad isn't being supportive when he presented himself as a rare character to challenge her ideas, yet unlike the other extras to do so he had the vantage point of having had the same ideals herself once.

Her mother being probably the most like minded person in her life yet absent, for some reason doesn't matter.

Mature themes - SA

In Hazbin we have a pimp who films porn and has his workers in soul contracts.

We have royalty lending out a grimore in exchange for kinky sex over in Helluva.

Sex jokes are a regular occurrence in the helluveese with actual SA being downplayed by the victim who holds no power and no to little choice, who openly shows a discomfort around their controller, not be a victim because they gave reluctant consent.

Sexual harassment and SA manage to be present in EEE in an overt manner despite the show being for all audiences, yet they also manage subtlety.

The pests are the Canker sisters, three intimidating sister with different dads who all want boyfriends and are a force to be reckoned with, they stick together and double up as school and neighbours bullies and are casually violent to one another with no hurt feelings. They have snuck on to the Ed's properties and even the most ferocious of charaters fear them, these girls want their way with their targets and little stops them, so they hold a lot of power, it really makes for a good hierarchy.

Though there is self awareness here, they have been stood up to for their aggressive advances and in one episode they had their pushy ways reflected back at them and were terrified, only this wasn't undone by a new episode rolling around and all that was done being undone, but normality was restored when they smelt fear, a predators equivalent of blood in water to a shark. This allowed a major plot progression to occur yet be reversed effectively, opposed to HH and HB offering big plot progress such as Blitzø and Moxxie's capture and heart to heart or Charlie showing up at Angeldust's work, which both go on to make no difference to future episodes as if they didn't happen.

The subtlety with their characters comes from the surprising adult joke of the different fathers which insinuates that their behaviour is something they're used to seeing, also, they are children, what chance have they had to learn empathy and decency? Who will teach them?

Which leads on to a major plot point of all these shows.

Elders are to blame

Where both Helluva boss and Hazbin hotel are big on daddy issues and absent mothers, Ed Edd and Eddy doesn't feature parent at all. We only follow children doing as they please wherever they may be. We don't see teachers even though we see them at school. We don't see neighbours even though the world around them is often being trashed. On the occasion we do meet a seemingly adult character it's away from the series and in the movie, it's a truely big deal that lives up to any hype, then the story is over.

Adversaries

In the Helluverse, villainy is selectively embraced, the tone of who we should root for and who we shouldn't is clearly set. Where we have full blown predators and dictators being pushed as essentric and the other cheek turned to their actions and intentions, Valention is just running business and Stolas and Blitzø have a thing going on.

Some are even counterproductive, how did Lucifer being at the heart of everything not matter or care to be addressed? Why does Charlie not care about the sinners Alastor and Rosie cannibalized?

We then have had prominent adversaries who the tone depicts as baddies we shouldn't like and a real treat, however both series gave us a 'big fat stupid jerk' who nobody had issues humiliating. Nobody cares about what they have to say or their contributions.

Female adversarie haven't been much of a threat, they get to have spats with the character who in the spotlight, sympathetic and in the right.

What did Glitz and Glam do that was so wrong? Was Stella not a scorned woman cheated, publicly humiliated and given no choice but to leave her home,

later revealed to have the same sad backstory as Stolas yet less freedom in the present?

Females tend to be sexualised 'super bitches' with their bitchyness being what matters, not what is directed at them, but ultimately it doesn't matter at the same time because they don't matter. Over in HH, we have basic Lilith as a twist shady character lounging on the beach while war is happening and her daughter struggles? Why is this is an issue when her husband is yet to be confronted and probably never will be? Same 'bitch' who come between daddy and daughter.

There's also fellow basic Lute whose actions truly should should make her stand out but don't for no reason at all, yet would they get half the spotlight if they weren't designed cute?

Who knows, since every female to get some time has been 'pretty', but no doubt the same dismissive attitude would be sent their way if they absolutely had to be seen.

Ed Edd and Eddy have a variety of different local kids to serve as friends or foes. The perpetrator depends.

They tend to be common trophes that are built upon, take jerkish because he can be local mean kid Kevin, who sees the Ed's as dorks and feels the need to let them know it.

The highly aggressive Sarah is almost entirely reactive, yet as violent and strong as she is, she has no more courage than anyone else and is seen gaging when to pick her battles or being to frightened to make her presence known. She is a nice friend to Jimmy and mainly a menace because she is a bratty little girl who is harder to avoid than others since she's Ed's sister.

Some are decent like pretty and well liked Naz who is rather mature and isn't going to let herself get walked all over

and foregin kid Rolf with his unusual customs, a hard working and principled kid who will call out anyone

but how much patience should a nice enough person have? Especially when lot of the time it's the Ed's, generally Eddy, making trouble for others.

Ed's main barrier to success is his struggle impress or screw these others over, there's no shying away from his behaviour bothering people yet he still manages to hold up as a fun, eccentric lead.

Location

In the Helluverse, this is hell but only when it suits. The scenery of HB has looked rather spacious, vibrant and appealing while the harsh colours of the HH series in heaven or hell are bold, the ceiling we were offered in the pilot which offered a claustrophobic entrapment seems a thing of the past, it looks very big and open once we step outside of Charlie's hotel, even the colour relax to something more neutral.

There is a lack of depravity with powerful leaders we are to like being toned down, the sin of lust believes in consent always, the sin of gluttony worries about over indulgence and the actual devil is just a fun dorky dad who doesn't appear to be doing anything in particular. Anyone portrayed as a victim serves to tug at the viewers heartstrings and be cute and likeable in that moment.

Charlie has a big fancy hotel that isn't going anywhere and welcomes sinners, former humans who are spawned into a middle class.

Over in HB the demons have raised hell on earth, arriving to carry out hits, bringing forth monsters, demonic possession, lude acts infront of minors, showing true forms and being responsible for some of the most gory scenes.

All with no consequence. It's like the setting serves primarily as a way to incorporate fun character designs with the various races.

EEE gives us a bunch of unsupervised kids who can do what they want in this unattractive environment that uses a strange colour scheme with a lack of contrast that gives a closed in feel. It is entirely lawless, non serious, so OTT that anything goes, physics need not apply.

For years people have theorized that these characters aren't living and that this may be set in limbo or purgatory. Be this the case or not, this series succeeds at giving us a very off backdrop to compliment its total lack of realism.

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel charlie #helluva boss blitzo #ed edd n eddy #side by side comparison #long post #unpopular opinion

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66sharkteeth · 4 days

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Weekly thoughts!

Hooboy, the big episode! First off, I think everyone knows by now that you probably shouldn't read these if you haven't read the latest episode, but I ESPECIALLY mean that this week! Talking about some way bigger than usual spoilers.

Phew, this was a big one, both from a writing and drawing perspective. I actually spent a full day on that last panel alone, but writing it took way longer than usual too. Going back and forth between Bell's speech and Jericho's backstory played perfectly like a movie in my head, but it was really hard to portray it as a comic and it was one of the few times I was struggling with the limitations of the format. I think I pulled it off though, since everyone seemed to follow along fine! So while it was probably just a neat scene to everyone else, I'm rather proud of that haha.

As for the actual contents of the episode, I'm also glad everything hit w/ the majority of the audience for the most part. I know a handful were confused about if that was Bell or Jericho who did that, but to those people, I remind you it's been loooong established Jericho can control his extensions (Bell, Charlie, and Claude. Remember, they all took injections of Jericho's blank space?). Also on that note, Bell does not have her own scion... Only Rex and Jericho do. Bell, Charlie and Claude all took injections of Jericho's blank space, thus get to borrow some of his power. I recommend re-reading ep 80 if you need a refresher.

I do consider this ep kind of a big reveal of Jericho's true colors. I mean, you guys have known he's the main villain for ages now, but this is the ep that reveals his "better world for blanks" act is kind of a façade and what he's really seeking is a worse world for humans. The fall of humans benefitting blanks is just kind of a bonus. I'm glad a few people caught onto this with the fact that one of the worst horrors he experienced was having his autonomy taken away from him, then he proceeds to do just that to Bell.

And speaking of Jericho's horrors- Before this season launched, I dropped a bunch of hints about upcoming things. One of them was that the most disturbing scene (in my opinion) was coming up. I was actually referring to what happened to Kallie. I'm not sure if it was as disturbing to everyone else (I totally get like if Claude's leg thing fucked people up more), but being evaporated into nothingness but not dying was an existential dread that really fucks me up haha. If it fucked even a couple of other people up, then I did my job.

I don't have too much else to say about the contents of the episode. It was so hard to bite my tongue for weeks as everyone predicted pretty much every character but Desmond was gonna get it. I'm sorry I don't have too much else to say about him right now given what happened, but I definitely will in the upcoming weeks.

I guess the only other note I have is I might as well address something that bugs me slightly- It's definitely a minority but there's a handful of people who seem done with the series because "too many things go wrong." To which... I'm not sure what to tell ya. I'm fine with critique and criticism to be clear, but honestly, this is one thing I'm actually really confident I'm good at balancing. I'm not sure where people are coming from with "nothing good ever happens in this series" when this season alone has had probably the cutest and fluffiest scenes. Rex has a canon girlfriend, he had his first kiss with her, Desmond was reunited with his sister and learned to accept himself, Lyss learned to move past her trauma and accept blanks, Rex was reunited with Shnee, Rex's scion turns out to be a puppy dog w/ a crush. I'm aware a lot of these got kind of crushed with this latest ep...but that's.. kind of. the. point??? That's how you write tragedy and impactful scenes??

I dunno, maybe this is personal to me because it's ALWAYS bugged me when someone tells me they think a show is bad because it's "too dark." Like no... It's not *bad* because it's too dark, you just don't like dark themes, and that's okay. I TOTALLY get if CoB has gotten too dark for some people- it's definitely hit some hard themes and subjects, but I don't like to accept that as a critique. It just means it's not for you and that's okay. There's a ton of other great comics that are more light-hearted! I think the TLDR of this is it will always annoy me when people say something is bad just because it's not their taste.

Now. That said... everyone is completely valid in their hate of Jericho. I, however, still love him.

#weekly thoughts

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heartgold · 3 months

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Something ingenious about ep3 is how Battler is at his worst here but in a markedly different way from his ep1 characterization... Also it's meta!Battler who acts that way rather than his piece, which marks not only the author shift but also this depiction being deeply allegorical

Like. Ep3 meta!Battler is super dismissive of Beatrice even as she tells him about the most horrific parts of her trauma through a fantasy lens that doesn't even obfuscate the worst of it (and Battler actually... manages to decipher it with some prodding from Ronove), and yet he still brushes it off. His relationship to Beatrice in the meta layer is super antagonistic at this point. He correctly figures out that she's confessing to something very painful but doesn't care to think about it or why she's bringing it up because she has already been characterized as a heartless cruel monster in his eyes, therefore she hasn't earned his sympathy and good faith. It might as well be a trick just to confuse him

The way their relationship improves the moment she starts "reforming" and acting all cute and pitiable is important because it shows her both playing into his fantasy of "fixing" her and making her change her ways just to sweep the rug from under his feet and prank him about it at the end AND playing into this good victim fantasy for herself and genuinely relishing in the understanding and good faith he was willing to extend to her once she played the role he wanted her to (this is blatantly Sayo's complex with becoming the person others want her to be in order to deserve their love... It hurts........)

This marking the author shift and being a meta-only dynamic is super interesting to me because it can mean so many things. I like to think of the metaworld as a representation of the journey in understanding the story from within. We know that from the IRL angle Tohya wrote ep3 while not knowing the full truth and believing Eva to be the most likely culprit based off snippets of memory and her survival. You could read Evatrice claiming the role of the antagonist while Beato goes through a "redemption arc" as Tohya struggling with his memories, deep down knowing the painful truth but being unable to access that memory or accept it, therefore pointedly scapegoating Eva to process his feelings of guilt and grief towards the witch

But by wishing her to be blameless and pinning everything on someone else he is neglecting her heart and looking away from her true feelings, from all the things she wanted to communicate and from all the circumstances that brought upon the tragedy (and ultimately, from Battler's sin). I can see this internal struggle being meta-translated as ep3 Battler being selfish like that and refusing to engage with Beatrice until she becomes "good"... You can feel a lot of self loathing in it. It's a rocky start to their parallel journeys until they both Get It and it's so interesting to me how, in hindsight, it's very clear that it truly starts when the stories change hands

Overall it's a VERY good discussion of projection, with the added lens of how we engage with stories. How only seeing what you want to see flattens the complexity of humans into characters. Beato's "redemption arc" is tropey for a reason! She even shouts out dating sims and anime as the inspiration for it to make it clear this was just her reducing herself to a character archetype! Umineko is very critical of the idea of redemption in the first place and it really shows here

#umineko #umineko spoilers #◇#this was crossposted from twitter with only minor editing so sorry if the wording is awkward lol

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itsnothingofinterest · 2 months

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So it’s looking like we might be getting the ‘AFO gave Tenko his quirk’ theory confirmed and I gotta be honest; I am not in favor. I’m hardly the first to take this position, both before and after this chapter dropped, but if I may attempt to put into words why; it’s that I don't think it can really add anything except reveal postmortem some new way AFO is bad in the best case & handing Deku a potential deus ex machina in the worst case.

Like, the best case result of such a revelation at this point in the plot is that it's just to make AFO seem more evil by making him the root cause of the Shimura tragedy, except…only in a way that doesn’t even matter. Like, this reveal shouldn’t change any of Tomura’s motivations or talking points; he already knows AFO manipulated him & hates him for that, but he also hates Kotaro, Nana, All Might, and the greater hero society for the role they played in his tragedy, and AFO giving him Decay wouldn’t change how much everyone else I listed deserves that ire. It just means that some of the tragic happenstance of the Shimuras that seemingly could've happened to anyone was instead purposefully cause by that jerk we know.

It’s like if we learned AFO killed Endeavor’s father, leading him down the path to become the domestic abuser we know him as. Thus the tragedy of the Todorokis would also come back to AFO...but y’know…not in anyway that matters. Endeavor, Touya, and everyone else involved still made their choices; AFO’s just the root cause of it all by sheer technicality. How diabolical, I might care if he were still relevant.

The worst case result of such a revaluation of course is that it gives Deku an unearned & largely uninteresting easy out to solving the problem that is Tomura's rage. Because if AFO gave him Decay, then he's actually the one ultimately responsible for near everything, if not just everything wrong in Tomura's life (even if, again, just by technicality in some areas). Never mind the rolls Kotaro, Nana, All Might, and greater hero society played in it; AFO's the real root cause of it all whose been manipulating Tomura for longer than he even knows, so he should just stop caring about that other stuff.

Plus it'd also mean Tomura doesn't exist to destroy because Decay isn't his true quirk (never mind how that's not why he thinks that & he never even put much stock into that quirk-identity stuff anyway) so he can just stop being a villain now please.

Yeah this all just doesn't seem like the most interesting way for Deku to tackle Tomura's trauma, talking points, or motivations.

Plus, like a live action Disney movie, the idea's kind of felt like it’s tying up a ‘plot hole’ that didn’t need tying up; that might even work better as a coincidental tragedy. Like; people act like this can’t be just a tragedy, it's too convenient, it has to be some master machination of the grand demon lord who…is already beaten, dead, and doesn’t factor into anyone’s plot lines or themes anymore. At best, to make him seem more evil long after the point we have any reason to care; at worst, to give Deku an easy out (with the side effect of making him seem like a worse hero who can’t save villains in Tomura's position without unique circumstances to make it easy).

Also like a live action Disney movie, this almost feels like it opens up a plot hole in trying to tie one up. Because as we know; Tenko’s circumstances are identical to Eri’s, down to the signs of their quirks being random mutations. When I said the tragic happenstance of the Shimuras we're blaming AFO for could've happened to anyone; I know this because it happened verbatim to her. So if those circumstances (just so happening to get a deadly quirk that kills their families, which just so happen to be connected to the villain who'll use & abuse them, etc.) are seen as suspicious, early signs that AFO gave Tenko Decay…did he or another villain give Eri Rewind? Almost certainly not; but if not then why does she get a random mutation-caused tragedy, while Tenko must have been the victim of some villain’s plot that's already been foiled?

So my point is: I really hope this is just a red herring. Revealing that AFO gave Tenko Decay kind of feels like it undercuts the Shimura tragedy as something that could've happened to any kid in Tenko or Eri's shoes; and I don't think any payoff you'd get for that undercutting is worth it.

We should instead get the much funnier revaluation that the man who brought Tenko home that day was, rather than AFO, a completely different man who Deku would coincidentally recognize: Hisashi Midoriya.

#bnha #bnha 415 #all for one #shigaraki tomura #dabi #touya todoroki #paranormal liberation front #PLF #kotaro shimura #nana shimura #all might #endeavor #eri #midoriya izuku #hero society

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thecreelhouse · 2 months

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tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: One month in, and Gator’s proving his growth and change for the better, while you finally let down the last of your walls and open up about a painful loss. Together you’re both figuring this new life out, and the clouds are finally beginning to part.

The threats of Mario Kart victories and filthy sex don’t hurt, either.

CW/Tags: PTSD, panic attacks, discussions of: anxiety, dissociation, religious trauma, endometriosis, miscarriage, grief. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut: PiV sex, f receiving oral, dirty talk, light anal play, cum play, light impact play, brat/brat tamer dynamic, tiny bit of a daddy kink.

WC: 7.7k+

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A/N: hiiiii y’all! we’re about halfway through the series!! (Probably 3 or 4 more chapters to go before the end.) tysm for any kind words and support on this sequel. also happy endometriosis month lmao. great timing on this one, I guess. anyway, hope y’all enjoy 🖤

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⋆｡♪ And would you know it right away / How hard I tried to see your face? / A little screen, a photograph, mine to take ♬ ₊˚.

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The first week of you and Gator living together was certainly an adjustment. Living with your partner is much different than being snowed in with your ex-best-friend-turned-lover due to sexual tension building.

You knew that’d it’d be different, and it wasn’t the worst difference to understand, for either of you, but it wasn’t all peachy keen, either.

Over that week, though, the two of you eventually fell into a comfortable groove, finally feeling the major life changes for the two of you fall into place. Gator slowly met everyone over time; your housemates were welcoming in their own ways, and while he returned the kindness, he was also shy.

That was something you’ve never seen in Gator before.

When you asked him about it, he answered in mumbles, unsure of himself, “I dunno, haven’t met any new folks in awhile. Kinda worried they won’t like me… what if I say some stupid shit in front of ‘em?”

“Everyone’s stories ain’t mine to tell, but you’ll find out in time they’re not so different from ya’.” You warmly replied. “There’s, uh, we have a group chat— don’t worry, you’re not bein’ left out—“

“Darlin’, I don’t even have a phone right now, you’re fine.”

“Shit. Right. We should get ya’ one. But, uh, they didn’t wanna overwhelm you. Or… well, I didn’t want them to overwhelm ya’. Anyway, everyone’s nothing but nice when they talk about ya’.”

Gator snorted, “‘Bout me? No way.”

“They all really like you so far, Gator. Everyone wants to get to know you better.” You answer earnestly. “I know opening up is nerve wracking, but I swear everyone wants to really meet you, when you’re ready. No rush.”

Back home, Gator never felt that kind of compassion from his own family. Now that he’s miles and miles and time zones away, this group of near-strangers, barely acquaintances, are so much closer to the definition of ‘family’ than his own blood were.

There were a few days of overcast, snow-free weather that you and Gator took advantage of to run errands, replace his missing phone, show him around the neighborhood, and finally find some damn curtains.

“So… they do make ‘em that big,” You murmured, running your hands along the plain fabric display in the store. Gator, of course, snorted at your choice of words. “Tillman, don’t you dare—“

His usual smirk flashed in front of you, hands held up as he feigned innocence, “I didn’t say nothin’!”

But in the midst of catching up, excitement, and settling in, you had completely forgotten about your therapy appointment, right up until a reminder popped up on your phone. Thankfully, you set them to come up a half hour beforehand, but you’re still in bed with Gator.

“Fuck. Shit.”

“Everythin’ alright?”

“Forgot I have— fuckin’ - A — ” You stumble out of bed, tripping over a blanket on the floor. “I forgot I have therapy today.” You rummage through your drawers and closet for something to wear, frantically checking the weather on your phone before muttering a “fuck it”, throwing on whatever looked comfiest yet still socially acceptable for being in public.

Gator’s up, but he restrains himself from getting too close in your personal bubble, not wanting to get in your way. You’re searching for your bag while you try stifling noises of frustration.

“Darlin’, what can I do t’help?”

“Nothin’, m’okay, I just need my bag,” Your voice wavers, giving you away. You spot the shoulder strap peeking out from under the bed, sighing relief as you pull the bag out. Still, your hands shake as you dig through, double checking that your wallet’s inside— it’s not.

Of fucking course it’s not.

You exhale roughly, hoping you can shake off the anxiety that’s building, but your toxic thoughts only continue to spiral.

Where did I put my wallet? Why can’t I be more organized? If I was organized this shit wouldn’t happen. I have thirty minutes, and the ride is only ten minutes, but who fucking knows what nonsense is holding up the trains today—

“C’mere, you should sit for a second.” Gator sounds so far away the longer your feelings continue to snowball. “Darlin’, maybe it’s better to reschedule.”

— Can’t do that, can’t reschedule, it’s too late because the 24 hour period passed, I’ll get charged for the appointment anyway, so I should still try to go and make the most of it. But I can’t go if I don’t have my wallet and my MetroCard’s in there, and I can’t just get a new one because my money’s in there too, and it’s too far to walk in a short time period—

“Hold on, darlin’, slow down, you’re gonna work yourself up,” you don’t realize your panicked stream of consciousness was tumbling from your lips too; Gator leads you back to the bed until he’s kneeling in front of you, while you sit on the edge. His hands are in yours, thumbs softly running along your knuckles.

“S’okay, let it out if you gotta.” Gator reaches up to wipe a stray tear away. You’re becoming notorious for crying without realizing until he comforts you.

“That’s what therapy is for,” You sniffle. “But now I- god, fuck, I hate panicking like this. It makes me feel like m’frozen in place, a- and I get so overwhelmed, until I wear myself out and needa’ sleep it off.”

“Want me to call ‘em?” Gator doesn’t wait for an answer, just grabs your phone from your bag, “Y’got the number saved?”

“It’s just saved as ‘therapy’—“

“With the… crying and nose blowing emojis, right?”

There’s a pause as the two of you glance at each other before snickering and giggling; your laugh, though, sounds pained, as you go right back to crying again.

“Uh-huh.” Gator squeezes your hand before calling; you hoped that’d be enough to ground you, but your mind starts wandering far and wide instead.

Can’t even care for yourself, can’t cry without falling apart, can’t go a day without crying— what the fuck is my problem lately?

Everything feels and sounds so far away as you dissociate, something you haven’t fallen into since the night your father hurt you. You’re still in the spot Gator left you, but miles away at the same time.

He’s still on the phone when he asks, “Darlin’, is Friday okay?” You nod, on autopilot, able to hear him this time, but you still don’t feel right. When he comes back to you, he’s mentioning something about your therapist waiving the fee, but you feel so far removed from your body, your mind, Gator’s embrace— you only nod.

In a numb trance, you curl back under the covers, with only your face peeking out. Gator would lovingly tease you for how ridiculous and cute you look if you weren’t having a dissociative episode.

So he sits with you instead, on the floor, next to the bed, just like the night he cared for you after enduring your father’s violence.

“You want some space?”

Your voice cracks as you croak out, “No, I— m’sorry for this. I’m sorry I don’t have my shit together.”

“Oh, right, ‘cus I totally do,” Gator chuckles softly. “Angel, ya’ dealt with a lot your entire life, and just the past month alone, f’course you’re gonna be upset. I’d be more worried if you weren’t.”

“M’just scared you’ll feel like it was a mistake to come out here with me.”

“Bullshit. Leavin’ home with ya’ is somethin’ I won’t ever see as a mistake. It’s a big change for the both of us, but we’ve survived much worse than a major change for the better… and look where it got us. We’re gon’ be alright, darlin’. I swear.”

Your tears begin to calm down while your mouth hangs open. “When the hell did you become so… wise?”

Gator smiles ever so slightly, looking away with a shrug, “Been readin’ some stuff, kinda thinkin’ it’s time to give therapy a try. I don’t wanna be some angry prick anymore.”

That makes you smile, and giggle a little, too. “M’proud of you for even considering it. That ain’t easy.”

“Y’know I’m proud of you too, right? Even on your bad days.” His hand cradles your face as he watches your eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.

“Proud of ya’ more,” You tease, eyes fluttering shut.

“Alright, brat, we’re not turnin’ this into some competition.” Gator lets out a breathy laugh, attentive to the way your breathing slows as you fall asleep.

When he knows you’re finally at ease, he kisses your forehead before leaving you be, heading down to the main floor of the apartment; he’s got something he wants to help with, and now seems like a good time to start.

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When Gator offered to clean out the unfinished nursery for you, he didn’t anticipate your miscarriage to hit him as hard as it currently did.

While he gripped onto the crib’s frame, he wondered how long it took to paint the walls, to get halfway around the room, only find out this nursery would never serve its purpose. That thought alone made his heart ache.

Okay, so maybe the crib wasn’t the greatest place to start.

What names did you pick for the baby? Did you go to your first ultrasound appointment alone? Was the baby shower already planned? What was your reaction when you saw the test result appear on that tiny, flimsy stick? His mind continues to spin with more questions and no answers while he removes the tarp from the dresser.

Curiosity gets the best of him, and he gently opens a drawer, finding teensy, tiny onesies. He feels sick, shutting the drawer and throwing the tarp back over the dresser.

“Jesus Christ,” He mutters, choking back tears. This shouldn’t be hurting him this much. This didn’t happen to him, it happened to you.

But maybe that’s why it hurts so much; knowing you endured such a horrid heartbreak, so much physical and mental anguish, just to leave the hospital alone. Alone and empty and shattered. You are everything to Gator, and he can’t stomach the fact that you, the person he loves most, braved through such a devastating loss.

He doesn’t even know the full story, patiently waiting for you to open up when you’re ready, but he knows enough. The surface details are still tragic enough.

Gator understood this was so personal, an excruciating experience; he doesn’t blame you for keeping it buried, away from him, but he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around on how you were able to keep it from him.

And while he’s always wanted a family of his own, he’d never push that dream onto you. If you didn’t want it as badly as he did, it wasn’t worth it. It wouldn’t be right.

Gator never wanted to overwhelm you with that conversation, but he won’t know until he asks, until it’s brought up.

While he’s glancing around the room, trying to decide where to start first, there’s movement in the loft before you call out, “Gator? Where’d ya’ go?”

Before he responds, his throat feels dry and constricted as he tries staving off his own tears. “In here,” even his tone sounds weak.

You make your way into the abandoned nursery, sucking in a breath as you glimpse at Gator, frozen in the middle of it all.

“Hey, you alright?” You come up behind him, arms winding around his waist while you rest your head on his back. You can feel him tense up while he’s hoping to shake off the emotions.

“M’okay, I just wanted to… t’help,” Gator still faces away from you, but his large hands envelope yours, resting against his torso. “Jus’ not sure where to start.”

“Babe, look at me,” You step back and let go to give him room to turn around, but he doesn’t. So you walk around, looking up to find Gator silently crying. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Sorry, it’s just… a lot.”

“You don’t have t’do this. I appreciate you offering but if you’re not up for it, don’t force yourself.”

Gator pinches the bridge of his nose before running the same hand over his face. “No, m’gonna help, I just can’t… m’sorry for cryin’, this was your loss, not mine.”

“It’s not a bad thing to show emotion over someone else’s loss. Just shows y’got empathy, and while I hate that this hurts you, too, it really means a lot that you care.”

He pulls you close, holding you with care before kissing your head as you duck under his chin. “M’so sorry I wasn’t here for you… for this.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known. If I didn’t push you away, I would’ve known.” The more he discovers about your new life and what he’s missed out on, the more he regrets ever breaking the friendship to begin with.

“This is gonna sound awful, but,” You’re cringing at yourself already. “Even if the baby survived, I wouldn’t have come home with them.”

“What? Why not?”

“Wouldn’t ever want to bring a kid around my parents. I was dead set on that from the start.”

Gator gets that, now more than ever; if the two of you ever had a baby, he’d never visit home with them. Neither your family or his would ever deserve to meet them.

Then again, Gator wouldn’t visit home at this point at all. Even if he wasn’t so disgusted and heartbroken by his father’s actions, from past to present, he still wouldn’t visit him, especially not in prison.

All of this makes him wonder if it’s worth bringing up the question, the idea, of maybe starting a family one day. Maybe it’s not the best time, but he can’t stave off the curiosity.

With a deep breath, he wanders back over to the crib before offering his thoughts, “Darlin’…we- we could save this stuff, in case you— we— ”

A laugh slips out, not cruel, but not cheerful, either. You know what he’s trying to say.

‘In case we have a baby someday.’

“We won’t. I won’t.”

“I— I ain’t trying to force anythin’, I just… fuck, m’sorry.” Gator slides down the wall, right along the edge of where the paint stopped, knees bent to rest his arms on top. You move to sit close to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Gator, can I be honest about somethin’?”

“Of course, darlin’. What’s on your mind?”

“… You’ve got no idea how much I’d love to start a family with you, but I ain’t riskin’ it again. If something happened, it’d hurt you, too. I couldn’t risk it knowing your heart could be broken like mine was.” You wipe tears away with your hoodie sleeve.

Gator tilts his head to rest on top of yours, and reaches for the hand near him, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“If… if you ever change your mind, I’d take that risk in a heartbeat. That’s your decision to make, and I’m not tryin’ to pressure ya’…” His thumb rubs softly along your hand. “… but just in case, I’d take the chance if you wanted to again.”

Even as teenagers, Gator always admired how naturally it came to you to care for your sister when your parents failed her. He had no doubt in his mind you’d be an amazing mother, and despite really admitting it, he knows how hurt you still are that your chance was ripped away from you.

“Could you imagine how loud our kid would be?” You snicker, while again, you wipe away tears. Gator squeezes your hand as he laughs with you. “Neither of us know how to ever shut up, that kid would be doomed from the start.”

“And how clumsy they’d be,” He adds in hopes that it’ll keep your smile up. “We’d have to baby-proof everything.”

“We’d also spoil the hell outta them.”

Gator grins, “You sayin’ we’d be those parents who take their one year old to Disney when they ain’t gonna remember shit?”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m sayin’.” You smile back. “But also, ‘cause we never got to go.”

“We weren’t even allowed to like anythin’ fun,” As sad as that fact is, it still makes you and Gator laugh. “Jesus, our parents suck.”

“Yeah… but at least it showed us what not to do as parents.”

There you go again, finding the bright side, if you could even call it one among the bleak facts of your past. Gator knew you always tried to keep on the side of optimism, but he’s really starting to see why everyone else here calls you Sunshine.

“Give ‘em a better childhood than either of us had,” His voice cracks; he didn’t want to start a family to prove a point, to be a better parent just to get back at his father. He just wanted that normality with someone he loves.

The older Gator gets, the more he realizes he does have love to give, it was just repressed most of his life from toxic masculinity, heavily influenced by his life. Mainly coming from his father, constantly branding it into his mind that any emotions other than anger made a man weak.

Gator’s ashamed it took him this long to realize the error of his ways, how he’s old enough to know better but continued to stay ignorant. If it wasn’t for you reminding him regularly that growth is better than stagnancy, he’d probably end up in a fate similar to his father’s.

“You’d totally become one of those dads with the stereotypical, goofy dad humor,” You tease. “Like… you’d totally think it’d be hilarious to dress your kid up as an alligator for their first Halloween.”

“C’mon, I ain’t that corny.”

“Not yet, but you would be.” The words sting as they hit your own ears. ‘Not yet’, but really, not ever. Not with you, at least.

That’s the thing that plays with the shards of your heart, already broken, over and over again. The more you dwell on it, the deeper the wounds become from those shards never being left alone.

“Won’t ever have that as a dumb memory to laugh back on years later,” Your bottom lip trembles, and you’re annoyed with yourself that the sweet hypotheticals are only tugging you back into the reality of never becoming a mother. Never starting a family with Gator. Never unconditionally loving a little one of your own.

A deafening silence falls between the two of you; Gator’s not sure what to say, not wanting to force positivity on you, but he hates seeing you so torn apart by this. He hates that he can’t fix this for you.

Without a word, you push yourself off the floor, reaching under the tarp over the dresser; you pull out a small paper from the drawer and hand it over to him.

It’s an ultrasound image. The last one before the miscarriage.

Gator hesitates to take it, silently checking with you as he looks up; he doesn’t want to pressure you to talk about this. He can wait until you’re ready, but the look you give him in return says you actually want to talk about this.

Even if it’ll hurt, you want to tell him. You need to, and it’s only fair, after all; if he has to open up so you can help and be there for him, it’s only right if you do the same.

“Lil’ peanut wasn’t really a peanut anymore. I was able to feel them. Not a lot. Just tiny… flutters of movement.” You hold your tummy, a subconscious action you gained when you were pregnant. Now it’s just a symbol of you longing for what never came to be.

“They said the baby was around the size of a banana... So I kept picturing a banana instead of a baby, and every time I laughed about it, they’d move.”

Gator’s so fixated on the photo of your tiny angel, the one you never got to hold, the one you never got to raise— they’d be nearly a year old by now. A lump rises in his throat as he holds back his tears, mainly upset for you, but something twists his stomach at the thought of never meeting them, either.

“There’s a reason I’m on the shot, y’know. N- not that bein’ on it purely for sex ain’t a valid reason, but it helps a lot with- uh- you remember how sick I used to get during my period, right?”

He nods, turning to you, photo still in his grasp. “Yeah, you’d be home the whole week sometimes.” He remembers coming over, sneaking you movies and comfort snacks— usually your choices in either were considered secular by your parents, just like everything else you had an interest in. If it didn’t involve keeping sweet and obeying, whether it be to God directly or through a man, it was considered sinful.

“You used to bring that lil’ portable DVD player, remember? Hide it under school books and your damn bible so my parents would leave us alone.” You smirked at the memory of pulling a tiny act of rebellion off, every month.

The slight humor isn’t lost on Gator, but he also remembers how that was your only source of comfort during that hellish routine week. You weren’t even allowed to take painkillers, not when your parents believed ‘praying the pain away’ actually worked.

They also loved scaring both you and your sister into believing the pain was just God’s punishment for any wrongdoings the month prior.

“Went my whole damn life thinking periods were supposed to be that painful. Ives was the one to educate me, after I kept suffering and only thinking over the counter shit could help. She encouraged me to see a doctor, and I found out how wrong this all was.

“It ended up being endometriosis.” Gator looks perplexed, so you explain, “Basically, tissue similar to the kind that lines the uterus grows outside of it— long story short it just fucking sucks. And hurts, at least for me, a lot. It varies for everyone, like… some folks have a hard time infertility, with sex, and thankfully it doesn’t bother me too bad with sex, if at all.”

“Why haven’t ya’ told me?”

You shrug like it’s not a big deal, “It never hurt enough to bring it up.”

“Y’always promise you’ll tell me if somethin’ hurts, or doesn’t feel good. Why’re you hidin’ that from me?” Gator doesn’t sound offended, he’s not taking it personally. He’s upset that you thought you had to hide this from him.“You’ve been helpin’ me through this,” he points to the bandaged eye socket, “Why can’t you let me help you?”

“Gator… there’s nothing to help me with, not with this. I appreciate that you care, but you can’t change or fix anything. Some bodies aren’t built to have sex, or have a baby, and that’s okay. I just had to learn the hard way.”

He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, keeping quiet to let you continue.

“I was gonna start birth control to at least make the cycles bearable… and then I found out. I was so sick, by day 3 I realized it had to be morning sickness. Ivy made me take a buncha’ tests, and each one was positive. I was warned about infertility, but never about how high the risk of miscarriages are with endo.”

“Was… that guy, was he still with ya’ by then?”

“Oh, fuck no,” You push out a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Once I even mentioned seeing a doctor for everything, before I knew I was pregnant, he ghosted me. It’s my fault for not being safer with him, but he convinced me it was okay—“

“Darlin’, the fault ain’t on you. That scumbag shoulda’ respected ya’ from the start.” You don’t miss the way Gator’s fist clenches while still holding the photo. He catches himself before he can accidentally crumple the print up, handing it back to you instead.

“I did everythin’ right. I slept well, I ate well, I took those damn vitamins everyone swears by when you’re pregnant. I was careful, Gator. I was so, so careful.

“I cared for myself before that, but just knowin’ I was a safe place for this tiny, little thing… I did everything I could to keep them safe from the outside. Never knew there could be threats inside, too.” You rub your eyes with your sleeve, staining it from your tears.

“God… I was so relieved to be knocked out for the procedure, and the pain after wasn’t so bad… but I felt s- so empty. And not in the literal sense, but a huge part of my life was taken away before it could even begin. T- to be promised that, to go through constant appointments and treatments and be told things are fine just to have it all fuckin’ ripped away… I wanted to die.”

Gator pulls you closer, both arms around you now as you feel the loss all over again. He never expected you to confide in him so soon, and all he can think of is how much he regrets pushing you away.

He regrets that he never attended your sister’s funeral. He regrets not comforting you in the time after as you mourned. He regrets not stopping you before your parents drove you off to the airport to apologize.

Instead any interaction was from a distance, putting you down for a life far out of your control. You were just trying to survive. You lost your sister, you lost him, and once life finally gets back on track for you, even better than before, some loser comes along and tries throwing you off… but you took the situation and turned it into your own. You made the best of it.

Only for reality to give you another loss to grieve through.

“Surprised y’didn’t get an abortion,” Gator murmurs, and you know he means no ill intent with his words.

“You know me, I’m supportive with this shit for others… But I- I couldn’t do it. I was scared. I was scared of either direction, but somethin’ got me so attached, and I wish it didn’t. In the end, I still had to get a medical abortion… that’s some kinda’ fucked up joke if you ask me.

“I never wanted kids. I never wanted to bring a kid into this world and pass the trauma down onto them.”

“You’d never. Never once saw you hurt Lo, ‘specially not in the ways your parents hurt the two of ya’. I know you’d never hurt a kid of your own.”

“I failed them. I failed my sister. I was so depressed, m’not kiddin’ when I say I wanted to die. Only thing keepin’ me alive was this family here. Ives tried to get me t’reach out to you… but I was scared. I didn’t just… wanna drop that on you, and you had to have hated me back then—“

“I never hated you, darlin’. I know it— I made it seem like that, but I didn’t, and m’sorry I wasn’t up front ‘bout it.”

“It’s… I’m not mad at you, Gator. I’ve been growin’ past that pain. Sometimes it still hurts, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re the Gator I grew up with, the person who had a good heart n’ always protected or comforted me. I think you were right, back home, when you said you don’t think we ever really hated each other.”

“We’re just two stubborn idiots,” Gator teases, earning a flash of a smile from you.

“But as far as startin’ a family goes … I can’t put myself through the risk again. I refuse to put you through that heartbreak. I love you too much to do that to you.”

“Like I said, I’d take the risk in a heartbeat if you wanted someday, but I- I respect your choice.”

You snort through your tears, “Gator Tillman respectin’ women? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Gon’ let that one slide, but I’m learnin’... Tryin’, at least.”

“Proud of ya’ for tryin’ and learnin’, love.”

“Can’t fuckin’ imagine growin’ a whole human being inside like that. Pregnancy is fuckin’ metal as hell.”

You laugh, not expecting that. “You’re not wrong.”

“It’s fucked up how my dad made me believe men were superior, and I wish I learned he was wrong sooner… You’re stronger than I’d ever hope to be.”

While you appreciate the sentiment, you still chuckle, “See, that’s the other reason why I should never get pregnant again. Might be strong but definitely didn’t stop me from becoming even more of a whiny baby.”

“I feel like if you’re pregnant, you get a free pass to whine and cry all ya’ want. You’re literally growin’ a whole damn human and carryin’ them for nine months.”

“Okay, stop saying it like that, you make pregnancy sound like an alien experiment, or somethin’.” Your laugh fades out quickly. “Th- this isn’t a deal breaker or anythin’, is it?”

Gator doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Hell no. Just bein’ with you is enough, more than enough.” He’s not lying, but he’s burying his emotions.

“You’re still disappointed though, I can tell.”

“Well, sure it’d be everythin’ to me to start a family with you, but if life has other plans, we roll with it, right?” Not a hint of doubt lies in his words. “Even just the two of us—“

As if on cue, Lovebug runs in, purring loudly as he climbs into Gator’s lap before curling up and falling asleep.

“— okay, and this guy—“

The two of you laugh, and Lovebug isn’t happy about the movement the sound causes. “We’re still a family. And everyone here, too. Baby or no baby, we’re doin’ alright. We’ll be alright.”

“Yeah, well, no need to have a baby when this little demon is around.”

Gator covers the cat’s ears, “She didn’t mean that.” Lovebug wiggles out of his grasp and runs back out of the room. “You hurt his feelings.”

You roll your eyes.“Speaking of… Lovebug’s gotta go back home.”

“What? Why? This ain’t his home?”

“Well- it is, but he prefers the shop. That’s where the other two strays ended up, too. He’s probably missin’ ‘em.”

“But what if he misses me?”

“Gator when on earth did you become such a cat person?”

He glares at you, “… M’not.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You grin before sheepishly adding, “If you wanna come with me tomorrow ya’ can. But you don’t gotta, I know it’s like, not the most exciting thing in the world.”

“Y’kiddin’ me? You worked so hard on that shop, f’course I wanna come with.” His face lights up with a sincere response, like he’s proud of you, because he is. It gives you butterflies, and for a moment, everything feels alright. Because it will be alright, especially with your best friend by your side.

“Thank you for sharin’ all that with me.” Gator gets up, pulling you with him. He wraps you in his embrace. “M’sorry you went through any of that. If I can help with anythin’, you tell me, got it?”

“I will,” You promise, pushing up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “And let’s… we don’t have to worry ‘bout this right now.” You lazily gesture to the room around the two of you. “We’ll get to it when we’re ready.”

“When we’re ready,” Gator repeats, giving you a quick, tight squeeze. “No rush.”

“Hey, uh, y’wanna play Mario Kart?” You pull back as you ask, hoping to uplift both of your moods. “I’ll let ya’ win.”

“Yeah, sure, of course ya’ will, freak,” Gator narrows his gaze as he laughs sharply. “I think even with one eye I’ll kick your ass on rainbow road.”

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By the following day, you felt much better, especially excited to show Gator the bookshop.

It’d almost be a month since you took off work, and you felt guilty for leaving Flor to run her shop and yours on her own. She said it was no problem, but you needed to get back to work, and needed the money, too.

Lovebug also had to get back to his actual home, being the bookshop; you brought him home with you as comfort during the week of uncertainty waiting for Gator. There was an unlikely bond between the two, and you weren’t looking forward to breaking that.

With a pair of boots, warm, cozy thigh highs, a comfy skirt and a sweater, you’re dressed for the day. You don’t fuss much with your hair or makeup, you had other priorities.

The main priority was getting Lovebug in his carrier; he hated the process, but loved to be carried around like a baby. Once he’s inside, he’s so fascinated looking out the bubble window of the backpack carrier, watching the city life around him.

Gator finds you trying to coax Lovebug into the carrier, sitting on the floor while he’s on the window bench, as you try bribing him with treats to hopefully entice the cat inside. He can’t help smiling over your desperate bargaining with this tiny cat.

“Buggy, c’mon, I know you miss your friends,” you shake a bag of treats, but Lovebug turns his head, ignoring you. You groan in frustration, flopping back onto the floor. “Please, lil’ dude, I gotta go to work.”

Footsteps grow closer until Gator appears in your line of sight as you stare up at the ceiling. “Want me to try?”

“Please? He likes you more anyway.” You murmur, then grumble, “Cat stealer.”

Ignoring your comment, Gator crouches over by Lovebug, who happily gets up to crawl onto his shoulders, flopping over one like dead weight.

“You’re such a weird lil’ guy…”

“He is— are you fucking kidding me right now?”

In seconds, Gator’s able to lead the cat into the backpack carrier, closing it up without a fight. You sit up, staring at the two of them in disbelief.

“Oh my god, fine, he’s your cat now.”

Gator laughs, “M’not stealin’ your cat, I promise!” Then, he looks down at the backpack before shyly asking, “… Can I carry him though?”

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“Man, this storm fucking sucks.” Your face is squished against the glass of the front door, watching the rain come down in buckets.

After a calm first day back, you closed up a little early; Flor had to leave to grab supplies for a wedding makeup gig she had the next morning, and since the storm seemed to be keeping everyone home, closing early seemed like a good idea.

“We can wait it out, I don’t mind.” Gator shrugs, hands wrapping around you from behind. “But can’t ya’ just…. take the subway, or whatever?”

“Gator, honey, we’re two blocks away, and the nearest stop is past the apartment. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Well, I dunno, what did ya’ expect, draggin’ my midwestern ass out here?” He snorts, eyes trickling down the glass along with the raindrops. “We can call a cab, or somethin’, maybe?”

“Too expensive for two blocks.”

“But if it makes gettin’ home easier, I don’t mind payin’ for it.” He offers, but you groan something about ‘save your damn money’. “I don’t mind if we wait, y’just look tired, darlin’.”

You solidify the statement with a wide, drawn out yawn. It’s contagious, passing onto Gator while he laughs through it.

“S’okay, maybe I can do somethin’ to knock off tomorrow’s list,” You wander away from him and into one of the narrow aisles, crowded with used books. You start organizing them, only by genre, because you can hold alphabetical order off until tomorrow.

“You had a long day, don’t push yourself.” Gator comes up behind you, enveloping you in his arms before kissing the top of your head, trailing down to your face slowly. It starts innocent at first, or so it seems, at least. “M’so proud of you, it’s easy t’see how much love you put into this place…” His kisses down your neck, teasingly slow, “Thanks for lettin’ me tag along with ya’.”

You giggle, playfully pushing him away before he can reach your collarbone, “I don’t mind, keeps me busy.” You’ve got a small stack of books in your arms, narrowing your eyes at him with a hint of a smile. “And that means more than y’know, love. Thank you.”

He hums, shrugging off the sappy moment, “I could keep ya’ busy too, y’know.”

“I’m sure you can, Tillman.” You playfully roll your eyes before stepping onto the ladder against the tall shelves. Three steps in, and Gator’s arms are around your legs, anchoring you in place.

You grab onto the rungs in front of you, books still awkwardly in your arms, keeping yourself steady as one of his hands moves up the back of your thigh.

“Gator…” You warn, but his name comes out more like a soft plea to touch you.

“This why you wore a skirt? So I could touch ya’ easier?” His hand reaches your ass, roughly grabbing at the softest part. A whine immediately escapes you.

“It’s fuckin’ January and pouring, the hell are ya’ wearin’ this for?” He pushes the skirt up and over your hips, groaning at the sight of the thin, stringy thong you’re wearing. “Jesus, darlin’… gon’ get sick runnin’ ‘round half naked like this.”

“I- I have a sweater on too!” You protest, glancing back at Gator while his other hand mirrors the actions of the first. “And thigh highs. We were inside all day, I’m covered, like, enough.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ love these on ya’,” He kisses up the back of your leg, starting at the ditch of your knee, upward along your thigh, leaving love bites once he reaches where your bare skin begins. You drop the books to the floor, holding yourself up with a steadier grasp on the ladder. “Can’t be walkin’ ‘round like this, not when you’re all mine.”

Gator doesn’t care what you wear, and you know that. But when he talks like this, becomes possessive before fucking your brains out, it ignites something deep within you.

There’s two directions you could take this: become a subby, compliant mess from the minimal touch he’s given so far, or brat it out.

It’s almost always the latter choice for you.

“I like the attention, though. Makes me feel good ‘bout myself.”

The next love bite is rougher, while the grip he has on you isn’t so cruel, not yet, but it’s enough to make you gasp at the sting of pressure.

“Don’t I give ya’ enough attention?” His voice drops low and gravelly, warning you to back down and behave; his fingers play with the strap of your panties teasingly. Pulling back as far as the fabric gives, he lets go, snapping it back against your skin. “Don’t I make ya’ feel good?”

“Y’do, but sometimes I want more—“ His hand smacks your ass while you white knuckle the ladder rung, trying to keep your balance.

“Greediest slut I’ve ever met,” Gator slides his fingers between your legs before making their way to your folds, slipping between with ease. He avoids touching your clit, so you push your backside out further, desperate for even the lightest contact where you need him most.

That only causes him to pull his hand away completely.

“Yeah? Like you’ve got past experience to compare this to,” Your ridiculing only makes him grit his teeth while his jaw locks. There’s a certain rush to pushing his buttons, to getting under his skin. One you can’t find elsewhere, one that no one has ever given you.

“Whatever game you’re playin’ ain’t one you’ll win.”

You look over your shoulder with a smirk, “Right, I forgot, you’re always a winner.” Gator rips the elastic of your panties, fabric coming loose before he pulls it away completely. “Oh, you fuckin’ asshole! I can’t walk home with nothin’ on!”

“Not like that pair covered anythin’ to begin with.” He taunts, tucking the ruined underwear in his back pocket before spanking you again. “You’ve got that skirt, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

Fuming, you make it down two steps before he shoves you against the ladder, gasping when his strong hands force your legs apart. His fingers are back on your heat, wantonly toying with the slick between your folds. His touch ghosts over your clit this time, letting you feel something, if anything at all.

You’re absorbed by his taunting caress, eyes fluttering shut while you’re lost in the buzz from the weak friction, causing you to miss the order he gives.

Gator roughly grabs your chin, forcing your eyes open, “I said open.”

Obeying, your mouth falls open while he continues to clutch your chin in place, spitting onto your tongue. You whimper, about to close your mouth, until two fingers— the ones he just had teasing your cunt— run along your tongue, pushing the saliva further back to your throat.

“Suck.”

Again, you comply, eyes locked with his as your tongue swirls around his calloused fingers, tinged with the taste of your arousal. Your moan is dulled as he gags you with his digits.

“I wanna reward m’girl,” He pushes his fingers further, smirking at the tears welling up in your eyes. “‘Cause ya’ worked so hard today… but ya’ ruined it for yourself, brat.”

Ripping his hand back, you’re left panting while Gator moves behind you, spanking you again. Then again. And again. You lose count after ten swats.

His hand stops against your skin, rubbing the red, bound-to-be-bruised-by-morning swell of your backside. A whimper floats out of you at the soothing sensation.

“M’sorry, I’ll be good,” You murmur, gasping when his touch is back on your core, but only for a moment. “Need you, need you, need you.”

“I know you do, darlin’,” He ruts into you a few times before noisily undoing his belt. Grabbing your arms, he pulls them behind you, using the belt to secure and restrain you. “You okay?”

“So fucking okay— oh, fuck—“ You barely answer before Gator pushes into you, walls pulsing around him as you adjust to the stretch, like any other time. It’s a delicious, mind-spiraling type of pain, one that gets you soaked every time he fills you completely.

“Y’could be a slut all ya’ want, but ain’t no one gonna fuck you like I do, huh?”

Gator slams into you, shoving you harder against the ladder. He holds you up enough that you don’t slip through and get hurt. He’s got other ideas to give you the pain you crave instead.

“Nuh-uh, only you,” You answer breathily, feeling him as he pulls out completely, only to drill into you again, full force, no mercy. “Oh— g- god, Gator…”

“Ain’t no one who can fill ya’ like I can, right?”

You shake your head, dominated by the thrill of fucking like this. Even if the shop is closed, there’s something so filthy about this that has your legs shaking already.

Gator spanks you, “C’mon, brat, y’know how to talk back t’me all the fuckin’ time. Where’s that mouth now?”

“N- no one fills me like you, no one fucks me like y— fuck!”

Gator grabs your ass, roughly spreading your cheeks before spitting onto your tight hole. His thumb circles the tight ring, spreading the slick. Your cunt constricts him, bringing out a shuddered grunt from him. “Gonna fuck ya’ all over the fuckin’ city if it means everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your eyes roll back as his thumb sinks into your hole; the pressure, thought slight, is still enough to make Gator’s cock jump inside you.

“Wish we had that pretty lil’ plug right now… felt so fuckin’ good last time, darlin’.”

Your hands grab at nothing, desperate for something, anything to hold.

“Can’t hold your hand, brat, kinda busy here,” He sharply laughs, one hand still playing with your ass, the other holding you upright. “Fuck… g- gonna let me fuck you back here someday?”

You whimper; this isn’t the first time he’s said this during sex, and each time it drives you insane.

“N- now,” You plead weakly.

“Fuckin’ wish, brat. Gotta work ya’ up to that. M’too big for ya’.”

“Feels good, though…” His finger sinks deeper into you, causing you to cry out. He hasn’t even touched your clit, but your cunt is trembling from the pressure and sting of both holes being filled. “Want you to be my first, daddy.”

“Jesus fucking christ—“ Gator slams into you brutally, losing composure over your confession. “Surprised a brat like you ain’t been fucked there yet.”

Even through the haze of desire, you’re still able to wind him up even more with, “Been savin’ myself for you.”

Gator’s gone. He’s falling apart in seconds, cock twitching and pumping his arousal in you, filling your cunt as he groans loudly. You can’t see the way his eyes roll back, or how his head lolls back as his hips thrust sloppily to the very end.

Winded, he’s still determined to see you through to your own high; he lets go of you with the hand holding you up, snaking around to your clit. It doesn’t take much longer for you to cry out his name, convulsing around him with a death grip.

You’ve barely come down when he roughly pulls you off the ladder while pulling out of you, shoving you down to the rug, face down, ass up. You whine over the manhandling and loss of him, but the whine turns into a filthy moan as he starts eating you out.

“G- Gator… ohmyfuckinggod—“ You feel your stomach flip, realizing he just came in you moments ago, and now his mouth is on you, eating you like a starved man.

“Fuck… kinda like how we taste together,” He groans into your folds.

“Feels t- too good, I’m— I’m close,” With how intense and rough Gator’s being, you’re going to have rug burn on your damn face at this rate.

“S’fine, got time t’kill anyway,” He sucks on your clit, making you cry out and shake all over again, back to back orgasms making your body grow weak and limp. He holds your hips up anyway as he continues. “Gonna keep goin’ till the storm ends, darlin’.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman smut #tramps like us #part time soulmate full time problem #my fics #Is 4 am a good time to post? No. Do i care? Kinda yeah why am i awake rn jfc

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Warnings: mentions of abuse and trauma, abuse of power/status, mention of murder, threat of bodily harm, hurt/comfort, fluff

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe

Author's Note: The third and last part. Honestly these headcanons were so fun so I might do more hurt/comfort in the future!

Levi Ackerman

Levi, like Mikasa, is also not terribly surprised. I don't think any of the veterans would be honestly

They all are too used to what the world is like and how cruel it can be even to those who don't deserve anything like that. Especially Levi

Now there are two different reactions Levi might have depending on which Levi

If its Levi from the Underground, sorry but your family is dead

Thug Levi has killed for much much less. Hell, he killed a group of thugs just for getting in Isabel's way and upsetting her. So the chances of actual abusers surviving after you told him what they've done? Not bloody likely

Levi will, of course, hold you close and bury his face in the crook of your neck all to comfort you

He's very emotionally repressed so you shouldn't expect much else

Now Captain Levi?

Much different story. For example, unless they were an active threat, particularly in s3, he wouldn't kill them. But oh boy

Levi is someone who can easily, and will without hesitation, calmly rip into someone just for wasting his time. After all, Levi is one hell of a composed and stoic motherfucker

Now, the worst he might do for non-threatening is harsh words and maybe his own threat, albeit empty

But an active threat? Much different story. Levi learned from Kenny and the Underground that active threats must be taken out

Now regardless of him killing your family or just making them hate him, he is dragging you into his office. The one time he doesn't sweat the potential filth on your clothes, simply pulling you into bed with him and burying his face in your chest

"I wanted to kill them."

His statement is meant to be reassuring, that it would always be you and never them in his eyes

But also Levi is one very emotionally repressed bitch

Erwin Smith

Honestly Erwin probably already knew you had a rough home life, not many parents would just sit by and let their children become Scouts under Keith Shadis

The Scouting Legion is still viewed poorly when he takes over, don't get me wrong, but we're talking about a man who had a mental breakdown in the middle of the street and in front of not only all his men but the public too

Erwin would never

Now Erwin knowing and being told is two different things. Erwin could probably only think about his own childhood when you told him so he pulls you close, into his lap and starts playing with your hair and massaging your scalp. As he does, Erwin tells you about his dream and the will of his own father way back when

Erwin has accepted what happened by the time he's Commander Erwin but he still doesn't feel great about it, obviously, so its a moment of weakness for both of you

And thats exactly what Erwin wanted you to see. That you opening up and being vulnerable didn't have to be so one sided even if he was your commander

Now Erwin has a lot of power to throw around, especially if your family weren't anyone like the merchants or nobles or the Wall Church

So Erwin uses that power, lets you see how beneficial he can really be with that always so polite smile on his face even if he's currently ruining the lives of those who ruined your own life

"There are some that simply do not know how to behave, those should either keep quiet or have every dirty little secret spread among their peers."

Like I love Erwin but dude lowkey manipulates a lot of things into happening. Especially when it was concerning Levi in the No Regrets OVA

Hange Zoe

Hange is probably the only shocked veteran when you open up

They are appalled

"But why!? Titans should be the concern, not each other!"

And you even almost hear them swear but when you only shrug, they pull you close and sigh. They are well and truly refusing to let you go for even a minute. Hange is very clingy during the night you tell them and even the following day

Only Levi, Miche, or Erwin would be able to pry them away. Maybe Moblit

They just want you to feel reassured and comforted by their presence

Hange probably takes you out to train with the ODM gear just to give you a proper outlet. They know they like training when upset

Dear god if they see your family? It is one of the very very few moments you see them angry. Even Levi seems nicer in comparison. Hange storms right up to your parent, decks them and stands over them

"If you touch them again, I will personally make sure you don't have a hand to do that with again."

You probably have to pull Hange off your parent actually

And afterwards, Hange is clingy all over again. They're wrapping their arms around you, shoving their face into your back and sighing loudly

Hange probably spends the next week making sure you know how much they love you and how much they would do just for you

Normally, you're an average soldier but Hange keeps dragging you away from your squad to their own squad, doing science stuff with them and Moblit

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I might be in the minority, but Baylan Skoll is one of the worst characters I ever witnessed. He is nothing but an empty mystery box, yet people praise this douchebag. In fact, there’s nothing original about him: he looks like Emperor Valkorion, he acts like a Dooku wannabe, and he wants to “end the cycle”, mirroring Kreia’s nihilistic agenda. I feel like people only like Baylan because his actor, Ray Stevenson, died and doesn’t want to criticize the character out of fear of being disrespectful towards Ray.

I'm not trying to talk you out of your feelings, anon, but honestly some people just really like Ray Stevenson as an actor (that's me, it's not because he died that I feel obligated to enjoy the character, but because I genuinely liked the gravitas I felt he brought to the role, I liked him as Volstagg in the Thor movies as well, which was long before he died), they really like the aesthetic (some people are not immune to a light dusting of daddy kink), some people are really into that Dooku-style character (*raises hand again*), and some people genuinely like mystery box characters. That's just the way people work, they have different tastes. I can agree to some criticisms of Filoni's writing of the character (which is another thing some people will disagree with me on, too!), I do not have a lot of faith that his story would be satisfying on a purely text level, and I'm extremely wary of any potential recasting, but as the character of Baylan Skoll stands, I genuinely liked the weight and gravity he had, even if there wasn't a ton to go on yet. I liked teasing out potential in the character, that he'd turned towards a bullshit path but that I did feel a pull to the Jedi in him, I liked that he came across as a trauma victim who was coping very badly with that trauma to me, I liked the glimpses we got of his relationship with Shin. It's fine that you don't like those things, but I've gotten several messages along these exact lines, that supposedly people only like him because the actor died, and that's just not my experience at all. If you're coming into my inbox to say how much you dislike him, when I've been clear that I find him intriguing and liked him, then I'm assuming you're expecting a response along these lines. Sometimes I just really, really like characters who are clearly full of shit and on the wrong path, but I feel a pull to examine why they believe what they do, and I find them sympathetic even if I disagree with them. I'm an Anakin Skywalker fan, I love that character with my whole being, it's not a huge leap to also being a fan of a character like Baylan Skoll, especially when played by an actor I thought did a far better job than I was expecting from this series. Nobody's obligated to agree with me, because sometimes people just disagree and if it really bothers you that others like him, blacklist his name and we'll talk about other things we both do like!

#lumi.txt #star wars #baylan skoll #meta

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Idk what to tell to the people who still don't get that although is okay to teach kids the rules to live in a society (like respect others or don't kill or whatever), Kotaro Shimura, Enji Todoroki and Toga's parents didn't care as much for society rules as they care for the rules that made them feel okay at home.

Which in the end caused the main villain trio to reject authority and society and turn into violence, since they did try to use words as kids and were royally ignored.

Tenko, Touya and Toga tried very hard to be good kids, but in their parents conception it was not enough 'cause they couldn't repress some of their needs: they wanted their dads and moms to accept them as they were, to accept who they wanted to be, to accept the way they expressed love and accept the way they interacted with their surroundings.

In Tenko's case, Kotaro was unable to accept his kid desire to become a hero. His could be the worst case in bnha, given the violence of his tragedy and how misfortune (maybe even something else) played on it ending so badly. Tomura himself said that house rejected his very identity, even tho Hana tried to support him in secret and Nao stood up for him, little too late. For what we saw of him as a child, his only defect as a son was wanting to be a pro-hero, dream that got him beaten up for, grounded in a rather cruelly manner. Kotaro's trauma turned him into an irrational man, his hatred for heroes was both the build up and the catalysis of the tragedy that ended the lives of the people he loved the most.

Tenko didn't become a villain because he was an evil kid. He became a villain because AFO wanting it so and because Kotaro inculcated in him such extreme hatred.

In Touya's case, it's a bit more complicated. I don't believe Enji's obsession was completely evil in nature, although his actions were truly selfish and it became later abusive, when his desperation blinded him to the point he was unable to understand how bad he has turned out to be. Like in Tenko's case, the mother is at fault only in yhe sense that their lack of intervention allowed the situation to escalate 'til they couldn't prevent it anymore. Touya's case differentiates itself in the fact that he was older than Tenko, his behavior declining over the years into extreme violence, unlike the way Tenko exploded in murder glee when Kotaro hit him one last time.

The lack of proper attention from both Enji and Rei allowed Touya's behavior to become a tragedy. Their negligence, Enji's focus on his work and Shouto (as a project not a son) and Rei's role of a caretaker yet not a mother, combined with the incapacity of Natsuo and Fuyumi to understand what Touya was going through (really, only Shouto could, but at that point Touya hated him too much and Shouto was way too young)... Well, it didn't end well for a kid that didn't want help anymore but attention on his own terms. He was tired of adapting, the same way Tenko rebelled in his insistence of acting the hero way.

The same house rule ( YOU CANNOT BE A HERO ) sent them both to AFO's hands, one way or another. They were kids who couldn't act the way their dads wanted, so fuck them I guess.

That part is compatible to Toga's case. Kinda.

Toga's parents are by far the most twisted of the bunch, which is a lot to say considering that Kotaro hit his kids and Enji even hit his wife. Yet, without having to touch a single hair of their little girl, they inflicted damage so deep she preferred to become a runaway criminal than to stay at home one more day.

At least Kotaro and Enji valued at some level Tenko and Touya's existence. Toga's parents didn't care about her at all. She was as good as a broken doll, an imperfect piece of their furniture, something they wish wasn't related to them at all. Enji was at least worry about his son and he loved him at some degree, the same way Kotaro worry over Tenko was born out of his fear of losing his family. Nothing of it excuses what they do and let it be said that Enji and Kotaro did saw Touya and Tenko as monsters at some point (when Touya tried to kill Shouto and on his Dabi era, when Tenko killed his family and turned to Kotaro). Yet it doesn't compare to the way Toga's parents immediately erased her from their lives, even denying any affiliation. They sent her to that therapy like a car needing to be repaired. She was a sign of status, she was an object that they failed to produce, she was an aberration and a freak, she deserved to be put down.

From the three od them, Toga was the one who struggled the most to fit in socially, not to society standards tho. To her parents.

If all these parents had cared for their kids more than they cared for his own stupid rules maybe things would have been different. But that's the core of their problems, they don't need the whole world to accept them, they need to treat the internalized traumas their parents left them with, the self-hatred and the feeling of inadequacy and the need for acceptance (of themselves) and recognition.

That's why Toga, Izuku and Shouto are the key for their recovery. Acting as mirrors, they are meant to provide the closure the villain trio desperately need. It's not just a sibling or a nemesis bond, but a recognition of the self through the other situation.

If they can accept themselves and correct their ways and get free from their parents absurd rules, if they can move past the child need for their parents validation, maybe they can finally exist in a less painful way.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 392 #dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #himiko toga #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki

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Little Vanessa x Caregiver Mike headcanons

♡ attached to day 3 moodboard for fictionalagerechallange

warnings: spoilers for the movie, talk of mike & vanessa’s bad childhoods, talk of canon violence/events

It’s such a healing experience for both of them

Mike can get insecure about his caring abilities when it comes to Abby and having Vanessa choose to be taken care of by him is really important to him — then obviously Vanessa had a not so great childhood where she never felt like she could trust people/get close to them so having Mike be a constant in her life is big for her

Vanessa practically lives at the Schmidt house for a while after she gets out of the hospital before Mike just asks her to move in fully

they take Abby to the diner every Sunday for breakfast and Vanessa & Abby have “draw offs” where Mike tells them to draw the same thing for him to then judge and choose a winner — spoiler: it’s always a tie

both the girls love it and sometimes ask Ness to judge their pictures but he tells them it’s a tie too

Vanessa finds legitimately every and any excuse to be carried by Mike, he pretends to hate it but secretly loves being able to have her cling to him

Abby clocked Vanessa as a regressor before Mike or Vanessa realized, hence her dragging Vanessa into all her games and to go play with her any chance she could get

Mike packs her lunches everyday for when she’s at work — he always leaves little notes with drawings on them

the Schmidt fridge is perpetually covered in drawings between Vanessa & Abby

Mike always holds Vanessa’s hand when they’re in public

he’s so protective over her and makes it extremely obvious — and yes she’s a police officer with a gun but that is his baby and he will go full William Afton on someones ass if they try to hurt Vanessa

Vanessa and Abby both tease Mike about this ^

when Mike gets another job after everything he chooses something without night shifts so he can be home when Vanessa gets home from work

almost every morning is Vanessa & Abby waking Mike up by slamming pillows in his face/jumping on his bed full force — or they try to make breakfast by themselves and something crashes because Vanessa’s too regressed to be cooking and Abby’s just giggling along cause she lives for the chaos

Abby & Vanessa are soooo chaos together Mike swears they’d burn the house down if left unattended for too long

but on the flip side, things can be really chilled out if any of them need time to decompress

after everything, everyone in the house gets nightmares but Vanessa’s are definitely the worst — she has all the added trauma of how she grew up being directly connected to what happened and it takes a toll on her

Mike is sure to hold her extra tight after a nightmare and they spend a lot of nights wrapped up on the couch together with cartoons going til Vanessa eventually falls back asleep and Mike can carry her back to bed (assuming he didn’t fall asleep too)

Vanessa’s very pda heavy in general but when she’s little she’s almost always touching Mike in some way

she likes to lean back against his legs while sitting on the floor drawing while he’s on the couch

Mike calls her “sweetheart” a lot, there’s others he uses but sweetheart is his favorite

Mike gets specialty stuffed animals made to look like the animatronics because while Vanessa hates to think about what happened when she’s little, she misses her friends — he also gets a set made for Abby but her & Vanessa have to come up with different names so they can tell whose are whose apart *wink wink nudge nudge the different versions of the animatronics from the other games having similar yet different names

the amount of blanket forts that are built in the house is impressive — seriously it’s almost daily that Abby & Vanessa are getting Mike to build a new one in a new spot in the house

#fnaf agere #caregiver!mike schmidt #little!vanessa shelly #mike x vanessa #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #fictionalagerechallenge #jj headcanons

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Arcana HCs: How the M6 cry and how MC comforts them

Asra

He's been through some shit

Adapts so. Quickly. to difficult things, and runs away from what he can't. (His little haven when he was homeless as a kid? Immaculate. When the apprentice didn't remember him? Lots of trips.)

Only cries when he can't do either of the above and there's no option but properly feeling the emotions (he hates that)

Surprisingly messy crier, red faced, fluids everywhere, bloodshot eyes, twisted face

Hates being vulnerable in front of anyone/at all, but if it's reached this point they don't care anymore, he's being suffocated by all the things he's worked around/avoided

Would try to cheer himself up/snap himself out of it/get distracted except the only way out is working through it until everything's been acknowledged and they know that

How the MC comforts them:

Physical touch. Asra's already a cuddly person, if you put your arms around him and give him something to hold on to (hand/clothing/you, depending on your comfort level) he'll hang on like it's a lifeline

Loud sobbing/hiccuping as soon as they realize it's safe for them to hurt and they're not alone

MC is their anchor to reality/grounding

Maybe asking questions so he can have words for what they're feeling, but maybe they just need to know he's not alone through whatever they're reliving

Once it's all worked out they don't want to dwell on it and are tired out, he just wants to move on to the next thing

"How about some tea, MC? You stay there, I'll make it for us."

Uses the break to collect themself a little

Tells you tall tales until you've both got the giggles

Naptime

Will walk around like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders for the next 24 hours

Julian

Champion of crying

This man cries like he breathes, Malak was an asshole/his favorite shirt tore/Pasha did something that reminded him of her as a toddler, the tears are out and proud

Surprisingly tidy crier, he has a special handkerchief and knows how to use it

Knows how much dramatic potential tears have and takes full advantage of that

Unashamed of emotions and unafraid of his feelings, MC is starting to wonder if they are even needed

Until it's about something serious

Maybe he lost a patient or saw someone who looks exactly like his dead grandmother, maybe he can't shake the dread of the plague coming back, maybe someone was teasing him and touched on a really deep insecurity and he's internalized it for weeks until it wove itself into all his trauma but he doesn't know how to say that with words so he sits with a growing amount of pain that he isn't sure exists and doesn't know how to unravel

When this happens he isolates

He'll wait until midday and everyone's out to climb into the hole under Mazelinka's cottage and choke on his sobs

Curled up as small as he can get with his hands pressing into his eyes

How the MC comforts him:

Getting right up into his space to pull him out of his head

Maybe some lighthearted grumbling about him picking the worst places to have a crisis in, but climbing into the hole anyway

Talking it out. Somehow MC is always able to unravel his thoughts, help him sort through the reasons behind his feelings, bring a new perspective to something that seemed hopeless

The longer you two talk the smaller the problems become until they're back to the size they were before they entered his brain

Julian's feelings are both intense and quick to change

By the time you've worked out 2 of the 3 problems, he's got ideas for a new play based off of the first problem and he wants you to star in it with him

Too excited about his new passion to sort through the 3rd thing, but don't worry, that can sit and fester until next time

Nadia

She doesn't cry. Seriously. She doesn't. She must show No Weakness.

More likely to express sadness through a secondary emotion like frustration or annoyance

Does not cry until someone will logic her into it (refer to her conversation with the high priestess, when she had to stop thinking about the next step and actually ask herself what she desired and why)

MC is one of the only people who knows her well enough to logic her into it, therefore MC is one of the only people worthy of witnessing her crying

Frustrated crier to relieved crier, first she's angry that she's even crying in the first place, then she's relieved that she finally gets to let it out and reach the realizations that she needs to

Frustratingly composed, no snot to be seen, only tears silently rolling from the corners of her eyes

Maybe a few quiet sobs

Crying for her is a moment of acknowledgement and breakthrough, it's almost sacred

How the MC comforts her:

Little to no touching, she wants to know you're there, but she doesn't want to be coddled and she's working very hard to do something so uncomfortable/unnatural

Seeing you helps, as long as MC is in her line of sight she can do this

Since this likely started in a conversation, she'll want to tell MC what she is thinking and feeling because you started it

You'll pay attention, reacting so she knows you're listening and understanding and ready to follow through with whatever she's figured out

Somehow she is refreshed and energized afterwards

No time to waste, let's take the first steps of the plan she's made based off of what she's figured out

MC is going to be publicly acknowledged and showered in gifts for the next month

Muriel

Surprisingly comfortable with crying, though it only becomes a semi regular occurrence after MC becomes a regular part of his life

This wonderful hulk is the king of dissociation, learning how to live inside your body again is tough but he's way more frightened of his memories than he is of his feelings

He has two types of crying, he's either grieving the family and community he lost or he's stuck in the coliseum again

The first kind is kind of bittersweet, he'll happen upon some forget-me-nots in the forest or he'll be tracing the pattern on his cloak and he'll feel the whispers of his family there and he'll have this wave of homesickness for something he can't even remember properly

He'll cry like a summer rain, with a small smile on his face, completely silent while he continues with whatever task he was working on

The second kind is way way worse

There's no sweetness to this, he snapped a branch too hard or his hair fell in his eyes or he stepped on a sand patch of ground, and he's whisked right back

Each time he remembers a different face

He's reminded that he's stuck in a body that crushed people and he feels sick

The kind of sobs that leave you retching

All he wants to do is escape

How the MC comforts him:

If it's the first kind, hand holding. Maybe reminiscing about meeting Khamgalai and the patterns in the tapestries he's collected

Helping with whatever task he's doing, and talking about plans for the rest of the week once the wave passes

Second kind? All hands on deck

He doesn't want to be touched. At all

Get him somewhere that feels safe and wrap him up in some of his furs

Get the whole place smelling of mrryh

Slowly help him work his way back to the present

So many words of affirmation, dude needs to be told it's not his fault and he's done far more good than harm

He needs to eat and sleep after this

Will tend to your every need for the next week. Breakfast in bed. Footrubs. A growing collection of protective charms and carved animals. Will only stop when you start insisting on repaying every favor.

Portia

Angry crier

Half the time it's Ilya's fault

You totally use that to blackmail him

Portia always has at least four different trains of though running at all times, full speed

She is so determined to see good in the world that it takes a mountain of nasty things to bring her down

Unfortunately she's so busy that that happens often enough to sometimes break her spirit

Which is heartbreaking, her spirit is goddess-tier

This only happens when she's dealing with enough to cause every negative emotion: frustration, anxiety, anger, regret, hopelessness, inadequacy, etc

Eventually she reaches her limit and drops everything and runs away somewhere more secluded (most likely her garden) to let it all out

Rage gardening

Ripping every weed out of the ground until her fingers bleed while she grinds her wails through her teeth

Accidentally smacks a concerned Pepi in the face with a flying tangle of vines and breaks down bawling

How MC comforts her:

Starts by grabbing her hands and holding her close so she can sob into your clothes

Bring her into the cottage once she's ready and clean and bandage her fingers

Encourage her rant while you perform every act of service available (do her breakfast dishes, pull out a change of clothes for her, detangle her hair, sweep the floor, lure Pepi into her lap with a treat so they can make up)

She spends all day being one of the most competent people in the room in service to everyone around her, let her put her feet up and describe her feelings in every curse word she knows in multiple languages

Have a bath drawn for her when she's done

Contact whoever you need to (Nadia) while she's in the bath to make sure she has the rest of the day/the next day off

Take her on an adventure that reminds her just how incredible she is, and hopefully shows off some good in this world

Maybe you go down to the rowdy raven and get her to dance on the tables with you

Maybe you go into the woods for some magic lessons

Maybe on your way to do either of those things you bump into something entirely unprecedented and let her take the lead

You are going to receive cuddle attacks every time she lays eyes on you for the next few days

Lucio

Lucio generally only cries when the weight of everything he's done finally catches up with him and he can't blame someone else or brush it off

Probably good for him, tbh

But he's so used to living in the moment he doesn't know how to look forward

Regret can quickly turn into despair when he feels trapped in everything he's done

He knows his bravado doesn't mean anything here

He knows he deserves far worse than what he got, and right now he can't get control of it by ignoring it

He doesn't know how to handle this

Panicked sobs, like a small child that looked up and couldn't see his mom anywhere

Constant stream of tears, his whole body is shaking and he looks and feels so weak and helpless

Curled up as small as he can get, fist in his mouth, tucked into a corner where no one can see him break down and mock him/exploit his weakness

So very scared

How MC comforts him:

The tricky part is cheering him up without brushing off what he's experiencing

The best way is to make him feel loved without letting him get up on a pedestal

Hold him close and maybe sing to him gently to get his mind out of the haze

Get him to talk about what made him upset as soon as he's coherent

Work on finding appropriate ways to address the issue and move forward

Don't let him brush it off

Get it down in writing or take the first step, so he'll commit to it even after he's back to his normal self

Once you've made it that far, you can boost his ego a bit.

Tell him about the good qualities you admire in him (he's generous, he's a quick learner, he's a good fighter whatever his mother says, etc)

He will strut like a peacock for the next week to make up for his moment of lameness

He will also follow through on what you two worked out and bit by bit become the better person he was meant to be

Deep down, in his mind, all the credit for that goes to you

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana headcanons #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #the arcana game #arcana shitposting #the arcana hc #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 2~

Her Info: 🪓

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, bdsm, collar use, petnames for reader(good boy, bad boy), pet play, bondage, non con(reader goes along with it but doesn’t actually consent), Lucy has SH scars/wounds, overstim, multiple orgasms scissors ✂️ masochist reader

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Lucy passes you a folded pink piece of paper, her eyes locked onto the board as the professor is teaching.

You unfold it: ty <3

is all it says along with a ton of hearts doodled all over the stationary.

Your face feels hot. She sucked your dick and is now thanking you for it… What do you even think?

What are you supposed to think? or even feel?

You get up at the end of class to leave, but Lucy grabs the hem of your shirt. She looks zoned out, so you say, “Lucy?” to try and get her attention.

“Ope! sorry! um, C-can I c-come over, Y/N?”

You don’t see why not, you have nothing left to do today… “Sure!” you hate to fantasize already… But if she did that in public, imagine what she’ll do later.

The walk to your place is quick and easy, but Lucy stops you, her stomach growling loudly.

“You wanna get some food first? I don’t really have anything at home…” You tell her sheepishly.

She nods excitedly and grabs your hand. You don’t pull it away, and she tugs you along after her.

She’s grinning as she leads you, her hips swaying back and forth… You can’t help but stare just at her. Her skirt swishing over her—

Don’t keep staring at her ass.

DONT STARE AT HER ASS.

…

You’re staring at her ass.

You can’t help it, it’s mesmerizing. Her long orange hair is down right to her tailbone, adding to the allure. She has long white socks on that squish her thick thighs just below her skirt, the rims of the socks are frilly.

Lucy leads you to a cute tea cafe, the awning is pink and white, the inside is filled with regal looking chairs, the fancy ones with the carved wood along the backs. The upholstery is all pale pink velvet, and the tables instead of cloths have doilies and each table has a candle warmer for teapots.

She orders food from every section of the menu and you worry she’ll make you pay… Your heart pounds and you’re sweating bullets, there’s no way you can afford this much food! the worst part: the menu didn’t even have prices!

“I-um, I can pay, i-if that’s okay!” She looks away blushing. You remember that she’s a trust fund baby, and sigh in relief.

“Oh thank gods, Lucy, you just scared the shit outta me! hah!” You laugh.

“Really!?” Her eyes light up as if that’s a good thing, she looks excited.

All you can do is laugh a little.

When her food arrives all the platters take up the entire table and they have to bring a stand for the rest.

She eats really adorably, every bite she takes, she looks more and more excited, and each one is complemented by a cute “mm!” It’s infectious, and she shares her favorites, holding out her fork for you to take bites.

“Here! try this!” She holds her arm out to you, a powder sugar and fruit covered french toast bite. “And this one!” the food is still in your mouth when she hands you another bite of something, her eyes alight with joy, as you try to finish fast and accept the new bite.

She’s loving how obedient you’re being…

You have plenty of dishes to choose from, and she seems to hone in on the things you favor over the others, making sure you get the biggest portion of the things you like.

Once your both stuffed with possibly the best literal feast that you’ve had in months, she asks the waite staff for a bag to carry everything in. You never saw the receipt, and you’re happy not to.

“Do you normally do this kinda thing? with all the food?”

“Nope! hehe!” She giggles.

You fill your previously empty fridge with enough leftovers to eat for DAYS. and with real cafe food! not cheap ramen!! She made sure you’d be eating decently, rather than your typical cheap ramen.

“Hey Lu—” the second you turn away from the fridge she’s on you.

Lips crashing upon you, her body’s hot against yours. She’s grabbing at your hands and trying to pin them behind you. You aren’t fighting her. You feel her knee pressing against your bulge.

She bites your lip not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to send a pang of lovely pleasure through your bloodstream and into your growing member. You sigh into her mouth which she happily swallows up with a little moan.

She lets go of your hands but you keep them folded behind you, before you hear the sound of a jingling metal buckle.

She slips something thick around your neck and with a *clink* She pulls away, holding a leash that’s attached to your neck.

“Lu-Lucy! What is this??” You lift up a heavy, and very old looking ornate iron lock that’s connected to your collar.

You go to the bathroom and she follows you like an owner walking their dog. In the mirror you see that it’s a thick black leather, with a shiny rose gold buckle. “Lucy! Do you have the key?? G-Give it to me!” Your voice cracks, you didn’t agree to this!

“No can do~ Now be a good boy and get on the bed.”

You gulp as your dick twitches at her words… “Wh-what!?”

“I said: on the bed. Now, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, but you obey her, sitting on the edge of your mattress nervously.

“Good boy~,” she smiles and pats your head.

“Lucy-”

“Puppies don’t talk.”

“Wha-! Lucy I’m not—!!”

She yanks the leash wrapping the leather around and around her hand, and drags you back off the bed. The back of your neck burns as she does.

“Bad Boy.”

You swallow painfully and rub at your neck.

“Are you ready to be a good boy again now?”

You nod.

Lucy ties your leash around the leg of your bed, where you are, it’s taught so your only option is to get back on the bed, or stay on the wood floor. She pulls out a large pair of scissors, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new clothes Y/N!” her voice is chipper and it makes you more nervous.

She starts cutting off your clothes slowly, you feel the cool metal occasionally grazing you, and it makes you shudder.

You aren’t sure anymore how you got to this point.

Soon you’re in nothing but your underwear and she makes you get back on the bed. She retrieves another leather strip from her bag and returns to you, using it to tie your wrists together above your head.

“Such a good boy! I’m so proud of you!! And good boys get rewarded!” giddily she climbs over you on the bed, scissors back in hand.

*sniiiiiip*

Slowly, the last article of clothing is removed from you, and you’re left completely bare to her. It’s a little bit humiliating like this.

Her eyes are dark, not at all what you’re used to, yeah you’ve seen it before, but you never thought she’d be like this secretly!? But… Are you into it? Your dick is certainly saying you are. Wait… Didn’t you just read or watch something just like this?

Now that your cock is freed and cold, she gets over you and puts her hot, clothed pussy just against your head, you groan from the sudden shift in temperature, oh my gods, your dick wants to get inside and warm up so badly. It twitches under her. You’re eyes had closed and without you paying attention you hear the shears open again…

There’s no clothes left to cut—

“L-Lucy!?” The twin blades sit at the base of your cock, the metal presses up against your underside. “Lucy, please—”

“Be a good boy, and you won’t get hurt.”

“Lucy this isn’t funny!”

She presses the metal harder against you, indenting your sensitive skin. You struggle against the binds, but she tied them really tight!

“I’ll give you your reward still for being such a good boy today, and prove to you that you enjoy this.”

“Wha-” You start as she slips her panties out of the way and lowers herself, just your cock head entering her and that’s it. She holds herself there and struggles to breathe for a second, before shuddering over you.

You feel her pussy contracting trying to milk something that’s not even fully inside her yet. The scissors are still at your base otherwise you might’ve bucked up into her, but you remain laying still. She starts rotating her hips, teasing just your head longer. You whine and try to pull your wrists free, but they burn against the tightly wrapped leather.

She shimmies down a little at a time, gasping as she does, and once your fully inside her, she lifts her skirt for you to see her puffy blushing lips spread, and flat against your body. Your cock is swallowed up inside of her, it’s enough to— Wait, Her thighs, they’re covered in raised scars and pink bandages…

“Lucy…” You want to ask, or hug her… Or something. She reaches behind her and squeezes the scissors slightly pinching your cock’s skin, “Lucy!!” You gasp and this time, harshly buck up into her, knocking her around and she lets the scissors fall to the floor.

“Ahh!!” Her voice is strained, and your dick throbs inside her.

You take a breath, all the relief that instantly floods your body is so dizzying.

Her insides pulse around you, you know she’s cumming again, and you can’t take the sensation and cum yourself, thrusting your hips up as high as you can, “Ahhhhh!!!” She yells out as your load shoots deep inside of her.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!! thankyouthankyouthankuouuuu!!!!” she moves her hips around as her insides keep milking you, driving you mad!

Your struggling against your bindings again whining and writhing as she continues to torture you. “Lucy!! Lucy!!” You beg but to her it sounds like a chant of praise.

She goes harder, lifting and dropping herself onto you. your body feels tired now. She leans back holding herself up with your legs and at this angle you can actually see the base of your somehow still hard cock stretching her open, she’s whimpering and you can feel that she’s about to come again.

The sweat slicked to your skin finally allows you to slip free from the strap around your wrist, your hands are burning and bruised, you sit up as far as the leash allows and grab onto her.

You push her down onto you and force yourself up as hard as you can. You cum together, and spend a while just catching your breath.

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