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singmyaubade · 10 months

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No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I apologize for my time writing this; it just had to be perfect! I am so grateful that you all love my story enough to give it so much love and support and practically beg for a part 3; thank you so much. I had no idea how to start and continue this, so please be kind. I really hope you guys enjoy this part, and I hope it's everything you dreamed of <3

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Shh.. don't wake her up!" You heard Lily whisper in your half-asleep state as the sun peeked at you through the blinds.

"It's Marlene's big oger feet," Mary snorted.

"Hey! My feet are not the size of oger feet," Marlene replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Shh!" Lily warned.

You heard the shuffling of paper and steps as you opened your eyes to see your best friends hanging up decorations, a smile appearing on your face immediately.

"Oh, bollocks," Lily sighed, face-palming, "Happy birthday!" She yelled, half annoyed but half happy there was a smile on your face. She embraced you as you sat upright in bed, glad to see your friend's dedication to your birthday.

The rest of them told you a happy birthday, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Wow, I can't believe you actually got Marlene up this early," You said, opening another card they gave you.

"Well, it took a chicken drumstick," Dorcas replied.

"Otherwise, I would've been grouchy, and Y/n would have had a horrible birthday, so really I did it for her," Marlene said as Mary rolled her eyes.

"I wonder what the Marauders have planned, especially James," Lily muttered.

Every year for your birthday, James would give you a grand birthday party and tons of presents. He usually would sneak into your dorm room and surprise you with cannons and the other Marauders, but of course, this year was different.

And coincidentally, your birthday was the same day as the start of winter break, which always meant you had to pack on your birthday.

And every birthday, you had to go over to James's house for your birthday dinner with your families.

Which you were not looking forward to this year.

"Oh shit, sorry, Y/n, I know you don't want to speak about him," Lily apologized.

"It's alright; I'm sure I'll be reminded of him today many times," You replied, getting out of bed, "I can't believe I don't get to spend my birthday at Hogwarts," You said, grabbing clothes from your closet, setting them next to the trunk.

"It does suck, but you can at least be excited about your birthday dinner," Lily replied, closing her trunk.

"Hopefully, it goes well without James hinting to our parents that I hate him and don't want anything to do with him," You angrily said, shoving your clothes in your trunk.

"Do you really hate him, though?" Mary asked, "I mean, you were best friends with him all these years, and now, you utterly hate him,"

"That was before I realized he was cruel and truly considered me anything but something that he couldn't get rid of," You said, "But enough about James, are we still meeting together after Christmas?"

"Of course, your house, Y/n?" Dorcas asked.

You nodded, "But we can't steal my parent's booze again; I'm pretty sure the elves are scared of Marlene,"

"I didn't mean to scare them with my clown impression; it was just too good," Marlene smirked.

"Yeah yeah, for sure," You said, laughing before packing the rest of your clothes.

Suddenly, your parent's owl flew in from the window, delivering you a letter. You opened the envelope and straightened the folded-up letter, which stated:

Dear beloved Y/n,

Your father and I are experiencing a torturous delay from France; we have fought with the conductor multiple times and even considered apparating or the floo. Unfortunately, because of the horrible mangling rabbit, I TOLD your father not to eat, he has been throwing up all evening, and we can't apparate, and the nearest floo is eight hours away. You will stay with the Potters tonight and tomorrow night because too many wards might injure you in the house that the elves can't disable, but we hope to return before then. We want you to have the most incredible birthday and love you so much; we are incredibly sorry to miss it. Please forgive us.

Sincerely,

Your proud parents.

"What does the letter say?" Lily asked, glancing at you the folding her socks.

"My parents are stuck in a delay and can't make it to my birthday dinner in time, or even tomorrow," You shrugged.

"I am so sorry, Y/n," Lily said, embracing you.

You hugged her back. "It's okay; at least I have the Potters.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" Dorcas asked.

"Yeah, you can stay with me if you want," Mary offered.

"No, it's fine." You sighed, "They will be hurt if I skipped the opportunity to continue the tradition, and my mom would wring my head off if I didn't go," You joked.

"Okay, well, let us know," Lily smiled.

The whole part of you was sincerely upset; you didn't want your parents to not be there for your birthday. Even worse, you weren't on good terms with James, which only made for an awkward dinner with his family.

But you understood and knew your parents would make it up to you, and you know how guilty they felt; you just missed them.

You chose to keep your mind off it and keep packing until it was time to go to the train.

"When does this bloody train come?" Marlene shivered, "I'm fucking freezing,"

"I told you to bring your jumper," Mary sighed.

"I didn't think I really needed it," Marlene replied, gritting her teeth.

"I knew you would be cold," You said, giving her one of your extra jumpers.

"You know, Y/n, I'll kick Potter's bloody ass for you; just remember that," Marlene suggested, causing you to laugh.

"Speaking of the devil," Dorcas muttered under her breath.

You turned around to see James looking straight into your eyes. You had to admit that James had never been so intimidating. His eyes looked as if they had darkened, and he looked as if you were his Slytherin competitor in Quidditch.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice sounding deeper.

He didn't even say Happy Birthday.

"I'm gonna sit with them," You blankly stated, not an ounce of kindness in your voice.

"It's better if we sit together," James demanded, "Otherwise, we won't be able to find each other in the crowd when the train stops," He explained to you slowly as if you were a child, which only pissed you off.

"Are you fucking mishearing me, or are you just delusional?" You asked, "I said I'm gonna sit with my friends and not assholes. I don't even consider an acquaintance." You sneered, your voice sounding so harsh that it shocked your friends, "Please do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone."

"Are you really gonna be an uptight bitch?" James asked, a cocky smile on his face, "I mean, Jesus, I like it better when your mouth is shut or perhaps filled." Some of you knew that James was just being an asshole because he was hurt, which is what he always did, even when he was a kid, but the only thing about it was that he only did it to you.

That only angered you more before you slapped him for his rude comment, "Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that."

"Or what?" He stepped closer

"Okay, guys!" Lily stepped in, "We will approach you five minutes before the train stops, and you guys will walk together in peace, hopefully," Lily dragged you away as you glared at James.

"I can't believe you actually slapped him," Marlene said, following after you guys, "I mean, after what he said, I would've punched him so hard in the di-"

Mary cut her off, "Jokes aside, are you okay, Y/n? I mean, I have never seen James so mean and awful towards you or anyone for that matter,"

You sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't get why he is so mean to me when he was the one who broke my trust in the first place,"

"What did he do?" Marlene asked.

The rest of the group looked at Marlene as if she had killed a unicorn. Nobody had really asked what James had done but considering your resentment towards him, it must’ve been unforgiving.

You hesitated, “He just didn’t say some nice things about me.” You answered, hoping to move on.

“Like what kind of things?” Marlene pried.

You could tell she was just curious, but you were so humiliated by what James had said that you didn’t even want to tell your closest friends.

Dorcas elbowed Marlene, causing her to hiss in pain before she said, “It isn’t our business if you don’t want to tell us, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” Lily agreed, “Maybe it’s better it is between you and James.”

The rest of the group agreed including Marlene who was hunched over in pain and verbally cursing Dorcas for the hard elbow.

You muttered a “thanks” before heading onto the train. You sat by the window, staring outside to the foggy mountains.

You didn’t want to admit it but you did miss James and how much he cared for your birthday. Sometimes it seemed like it was his birthday with how high he held your birthday.

You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just try to even figure out what he had done or fight for your forgiveness, he just chose to be angry at you.

You didn't even want to think about him. Why does your whole life revolve around him?

"Anything from the trolley dearies?" The Trolley Witch asked.

"Chocolate frogs," Marlene said.

"Jumbling Jellies," Lily answered.

"I'll take Fizzing Wheezies," You said, paying her 10 galleons for you all.

"Y/n, you don't ha-" Lily was about to say before Marlene shushed her.

Lily glared as Marlene spoke, "Bless your heart, Y/n," She smiled as you laughed.

As Marlene started devouring her chocolate frog, you couldn't help but remember how you and James would share Fizzing Wheezies every time on your birthday on the train.

Practically tradition.

You wondered if he thought the same. If he was relishing in the memories.

Your thinking was halted when Dorcas set a hand on your thigh as you smiled, laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, trying to prepare for the day ahead.

"Y/n," Someone lightly shook you by your shoulder as you looked to see Lily. She was waking all of the girls up as the train stopped.

You yawned, getting up to grab your luggage. James was right that there would be traffic, so you had to rush off, saying your goodbyes to your best friends.

"Promise to write?" Lily asked, looking near tears.

"Lils, it's only a week," You snorted as she gave you a stern look.

"A week I won't get to see you," She hugged you tighter as you smiled and returned it.

"See you before Christmas?" She asked.

You rubbed her shoulder, "See you before Christmas."

"Promise me you won't forgive Potter," Marlene sighed, causing you to laugh.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Mary asked next to Marlene.

"Do you have no faith in her at all?" Marlene mocked, causing Mary to glare.

"Okay, okay!" You laughed at the both of them, "Only if you promise you both will stop bickering," You hugged them both.

They glared at each other as Dorcas spoke, "Forgetting someone?"

You grinned, "Never," You hugged her, kissing her on the cheek.

You were waiting for her to say, "Give him hell?" You asked as she laughed.

"I think you know what to do," She encouraged before you exited, waving goodbye to all of them.

Even though it was only a week, you still hated being away from your best friends. They were like your third family besides your actual and the Potters.

You saw the back of Sirius's head as you approached him, considering he lived with the Potters.

He turned around before you could tap him, picking you up, "Happy birthday Y/n!" He said, kissing your cheek as you yelped.

"Okay, thank you, Sirius, put me down!" You giggled.

He put you down as you smoothed your clothing, "So where's Potter?' You asked.

He smirked, "Only last name? Ice cold Y/n." You didn't respond, so he assumed you were waiting for an answer, "He went to the toilets,"

You hummed, silently tapping your foot on the pavement, only hearing the ruckus around you both.

"Excited for your birthday dinner?" He asked, partly ready for the drama.

"Very," You sarcastically said.

"Hey, Mom and Dad aren't too bad," He said.

"We both know Euphemia and Fleamont aren't the Potters I despise," You muttered.

"Well, for your sake, I'll make him behave," He sent a charming smile your way.

"What would I do without you, Black?" You rolled your eyes.

"Probably be miserable," He answered, causing you to laugh.

"What are we laughing about?" James said, not even a smidge of excitement in his tone.

Your usual mad facade slipped back in as you grabbed your luggage and started heading toward the car. You could hear Sirius laughing behind you.

You saw Euphemia and Fleamont waiting by the car like they had usually done since Sixth year since James told them to stop coming inside because of his newfound "popularity."

Your face lit up immediately, excited to see two of your favorite people worldwide.

You embraced Euphemia, giving the tightest hug you could and giving Fleamont a kiss on the cheek while they asked about your studies. You could see James rolling his eyes both audibly and physically.

"Okay, Mother, I don't think Y/n likes all the questions," James said, leaning his head on the window while his father drove.

Sirius was in between the two of you, snoring asleep. Considering the train ride, you didn't even know why he was tired.

"I don't mind at all," You said, smiling as James glared at you.

You knew that Euphemia could feel the tension between you and James, but she ignored it, "So Y/n, I have made you something extraordinary." Euphemia said.

"And that is?" You asked, knowing she wouldn't tell you.

"I guess you will have to find out tonight during dinner." She sweetly said, winking at you.

You smiled to yourself, relieved your birthday wouldn't be that bad.

You entered the house that you had been over to so many times, admiring it fully.

"James will show you your room," Euphemia said, rubbing your back as you smiled, trying not to show your discomfort about James.

James didn't even wait for you before heading up the steps. Thankfully, he carried your luggage because he knew Euphemia would berate him.

"It's in there," He lazily said, not even opening the door before walking downstairs.

Jerk.

You grunted, lifting your heavy suitcase inside the room.

You admired the room, which looked like it was made for you. It was warm and tremendous for a guest room. It had all of your favorite colors and smells.

It was perfect.

You decided to nap before dinner, considering you had no one to talk to, and you were partly tired after the drive anyway. You knew an elf would get you when it was time.

"Ms." A frail voice said as your eyes fluttered open to see Dot, the Potter's elf that had been there since you had first moved in.

"Oh, hello, Dot," You spoke lightly, yawning.

"Ms. Potter tells Dot to inform you it's time for dinner," Her small voice said.

"Thank you, Dot, I appreciate it," You thanked before the elf nodded her head and apparated out.

You stretched, wearing a semi-formal dress, one of your favorites.

You headed down the stairs as you smelt the food radiating from the dining room. It was all of your favorites; it was pretty extraordinary. Ms. Potter was always the type to blow you off of your feet, regardless.

Your face lit up, "This is stunning, Ms. Potter," You looked at the glowing lights.

Euphemia smiled, "I'm glad you love it,"

You sat next to James with Sirius next to him. His face had certainly softened, but he was clenching his jaw when you sat beside him.

"Now," Euphemia started, "I know we usually do gifts after dinner, but we all had such beautiful surprises for you that we couldn't wait."

Euphemia started first, giving you one of your favorite movies since you were a kid, except the movie wasn't available anywhere.

You rose excitedly, embracing her, "How did you get this?" You asked, smiling at the CDs.

"A friend of mine is good friends with the director, and he happened to have one last copy," She answered as you excitingly hugged her before returning to your seat.

"Thank you, Ms. Potter," You looked at Euphemia, "I love it,"

She nodded before Fleamont gave you his gift. It was a beautiful crystal from Bejing.

You thanked him for the beautiful gem before Sirius offered you his gift. He gave you a perfume that smelled of fire whisky but wasn't actually fire whisky.

Part of you wanted to know how he did it, but you decided to save it for later as you thanked him, kissing him on the cheek as he cheered.

Last was James, who picked up the gift from under the table. He had looked you in the eyes, not a set of resentment in them at all.

Your breath hitched as he gave you a stuffed animal your grandfather gave you when you were nine. You had cried for a week because you had lost it and teared up when anyone mentioned it.

He gave it to you as it looked brand new and was cleaner than when you had it when you were nine.

When you pressed on the heart, it always said "I love you" in your grandfather's voice and even had your name on the collar.

You teared up, "How did you find it?"

He stuttered, "I-I found it in the treehouse in the corner,"

"I thought the treehouse was infested with Clockonuts," You said.

He laughed, "Well, I risked my life to get it back,"

Every sense of anger you had felt had disappeared; he had done something that was so out of his actions lately that it made you miss him.

"Thank you," You genuinely said.

He gave you a simple nod before you began eating. Conversations started after, talking about school.

"So, any boys, Y/n?" Euphemia asked as James dropped his fork on his plate, making a huge sound that caused you to look at him.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I am trying not to focus on that right now,"

"Except for Carrows," James muttered.

"Who's Carrows?" Euphemia asked, genuinely curious.

You took a bite of your carrot, "Um, well," You swallowed, "He's just a friend I have."

"I don't sit on my friend's laps," James scoffed, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, I don't call my friends sluts," You spat.

"James Fleamont Potter, what did you call her?" Euphemia added.

James ignored her, "Well, when your best friend is acting like one just because you don't fancy her, I think she deserves it,"

Mate-" Sirius chimed in, but you were faster.

"When have I ever fancied you?" You asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge.

"Y/n, you were practically obsessed with me," He ridiculed, "I couldn't get away from you, and the only time I could was when I dated Lily; it was the best months of my life," His face looked shocked after he said the last words.

You couldn't tell if he meant it, but it hurt you badly. All those years of friendship were fake; he couldn't tolerate you.

"That's enough!" Euphemia said; even Sirius was silent.

A tear ran down your cheek, "I'm actually not feeling well; I'm gonna go to bed." You said, placing your napkin on the plate in front of you.

You heard Euphemia berating James as you ran up to your room. In some ways, you didn't understand why James did everything he did if he hated you so much.

Why did he give you that gift? Why did he always call you and get mad when you didn't want to be his friend? Did you ever mean anything to James Potter?

And if you did, why did he have to ruin your birthday?

A/N: If you hated this, I apologize.

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soxcietyy · 27 days

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CARNIVAL

Yuta x reader

Yuta is part of a circus and when you see him he has his ding dong out.

Tw: smut, public place, it’s big.

It was pretty simple how you met actually. Your friend had dragged you out to a carnival to spend some quality time together. You didn’t want to go at first because you were so busy. Also you thought you were too bold for them now. Majority of the rides were for kids and the circus was too. At least you thought it was.

After ridding so many and having the urge to puke you decide to sit down at a bench. Your friend fanned you worryingly not wanting you to make a scene in such a public place. You didn’t look good at all though. You friend suffered going home but she had been hyping up the circus act all week. You would feel terrible if you were the reason the outing was cut short.

Standing up you tell her maybe you needed some nice ac. Maybe the cool air would make you feel better. It was still pretty early and the beaming sun was still out. You doubted that they would refuse to let a sick person in. You could always lie and tell theme you were going to have a stroke.

The second you entered you felt so much relief. Making your way in you take a seat in the front row. Thankfully the sick feeling was going away bit by bit.

"Do you need some water?? I can go get some for you." Your friend asked.

You gave her a urgent nod as you craved something cold. Once she left you were alone in this dim tent. After a few seconds of closing your eyes you could hear someone walking on the dirt. Looking up you see a guy approaching you.

Tall, dark hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes. He wore black jeans and a black shirt. He had makeup on but it was clown makeup. Clearly he wasn’t done getting ready because he was missing his big red nose.

Getting closer he squats down and looks you in the eyes.

"Really?" He says at you with an amused look.

You look at him confused. Did he know you? Or what was the reason for the response.

"I just can’t believe you would look at the description and still bother to read this fic. You really wanted to see me walking out with my member out huh?"

April fools

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sswiftiestars · 6 months

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seductions—prologue

ghostface!sam x female reader

tw/cws: mentions of death, gore,, sam is a bitch, cursing.,

summary: when sam hangs out with his innocent girl best friend— he struggles to hide his secret any longer.

you plop yourself onto your soft baby pink bed, looking up at sam, who stands infront of you, looking down at you.

“i can’t believe someone would be so cruel! especially in a small neighborhood like this..” you say tearfully, thinking about your close friend who was recently killed by the neighborhood serial killer.

sam huffs and lays down on your bed beside you, his entire looks and demeanor a spark contrast compared to you and your room. “i know, angel.” he breathes, rolling his eyes slightly in order for you to not notice his cruelness. “i hope they catch the guy.” sam mutters.

“guy?” you parrot, “how do you know if it’s a guy? what if it’s a girl—“ you start to say, sam scoffs and laughs sarcastically, throwing up his hands in defense mockingly, “oh shut up, princess.”

you smack his arm and frown, “i told you not to call me that anymore, sam!” you whine, “i’m not a child!” you say defensively.

“well you sure as shit act like one.” sam scoffs, rolling his eyes once more.

“Hey.” you stand up, and cross your arms at him as he lays on your bed. “what’s up with you lately? you’ve been..awfully mean!” you mutter angrily.

to him, you just look like a pissed off toddler. Sam stands up from your bed aswell as hovers over you, making you feel small and vulnerable.

“Hm, well, maybe it’s the fact there’s a serial killer going around, y/n.” sam says, “Maybe it’s the fact that—“ he starts angrily, but sighs and lowers his head, “nevermind.” he mutters, as if he was about to confess something.

“it’s okay, sam.” you speak softly and put your hand on his shoulder, eliciting a groan from him as he shrugs your hand away. “what’s wrong?”

Before you get an answer, sam quickly takes his small bag and walks out of your house with no explanation. You roll your eyes and sigh.

As usual.

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sam walks out of your house quickly and heads to his house, having to take a path through the woods doing so. As he passes through the woods, he notices a familiar figure. as he looks a bit closer, sam realizes it’s one of the kids in the grade below him. he takes this as a opportunity to get rid of some of the stress he has brewing inside of him.

sam slowly walks towards the guy, making sure he doesn’t make a sound. The guy turns around and gasps, but before he can scream, sam covers his mouth with his hand, and starts to choke him with his other hand.

“Stay still or this will be harder for the both of us, corey.” he whispers coldly, watching eagerly as the life disappears from corey’s pale face. Sam grins as he feels corey’s pulse weaken, and eventually collapse in sams arms. sam drops corey to the ground, not bothering to hide the body

he wants the attention.

more importantly, he wants your attention.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #star wars smut #hayden christensen #anakin smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x y/n #seductions

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Creepypastas of your choice with a mysterious reader that has been with slender man the longest/was the first creepypasta

eyeless jack, laughing jack, slenderman, and jeff x reader who was the first creepypasta/has been with slenderman the longest!

NOTE that jeffs part is written as platonic since im still not comfortable writing romance for him, but the other two can be seen as either or! eyeless jack was chosen thanks to the admin personally hcing that eyeless jack and slenderman have beef over living in the same woods, laughing jack was picked because haha funny clown who is also old as shit reader is implied to be nonhuman, to explain how theyve been around for so long so! admin headcannons that zalgo was the one who made all the non-human creepypastas and they may or may not come into play here that aside, hope you enjoy!

EYELESS JACK:

now he doesnt want to control who you hang out and who you dont hang out with... however ej isnt all the keen on the fact that you sometimes hang out with the tall lanky forest demon.. but he holds his tongue. their basic beef is that they mostly fight over space; slenderman is possessive over his woods, and ej fled to the woods after he started eating flesh to live as a hermit... is a little suspicious on how you seem to know so much about the curse-thing that turned from from a human to a man eating monster.. though lets up if you open up about things (cough cough zalgos role in everything cough cough) soooo.... as for actual relationship stuff? honestly as long as you dont bring slenderman around you guys have a pretty solid relationship! especially since you know so much of whats going on you kind of fill him in on a bunch of stuff.. like how people fill in the new guy at work about the drama and lore of the workplace, you know? is a relieved that youre not exactly human, so a lot of his worry of accidentally attacking you while in one of his feral blood frenzy things is minimal... sits.. tension in the beginning that melts as time passes and explanations are given, you know?

LAUGHING JACK:

honestly hes just happy to have someone whos not super young compared to him/was there to see what was going on at least a century ago.. or more (fandom wiki says origin story takes place in 1800s, jack is OOOOOOOLLLD) so its nice having someone he can talk to about stuff from the past. and to joke about stuff from the past... and to have someone actually. GET IT. you know? really strengthens your bond, as well as reassures him that youre likely not going to die anytime soon due to your mortality... i always think about that stuff for immortal characters/characters who can technically outlive everyone, especially for jack since i feel he has abandonment issues... shrugs... you guys probably exchange tips and tricks for loads of things. just two old people in love but they both act like reckless young adults (assuming reader matches his energy). has no huge thoughts or opinions on slenderman since i dont think they would interact often :0

SLENDERMAN:

i mean i think it would be a given that you guys, against all odds, have stuck together and grown close. slenderman is reclusive, very much so. i mention that eyeless jack is a hermit, so naturally ej doesnt connect with many people. but slenderman takes that to a whole new level. i mean he barely even interacts with his proxies (still dont know how im going to write toby, masky, and hoodie. esp masky n hoodie since... theres the creepypasta/marble hornets thing.. shrugs... thats a problem for future admin)

so consider this a huge victory that he hasnt gotten rid of you in some way and has instead let you into his.. well i was about to say heart but i dont think zalgo considered giving him one when it was creating him.. though.. it is nice to have someone just as ancient as him, makes it easier to relate to people AND youre also a creature like him, made from zalgo? even more ability to relate to you.. though its a very quiet dynamic, slenderman isnt much of a talker so i hope you dont mind carrying conversations!

JEFF THE KILLER:

pushing once again that this segment is strictly platonic since admin isnt comfy with writing romantic for jeff so they just had an interesting idea for him!

very similar to eyeless jacks bit where you fill him in one a bunch of lore and how things work, as well as filling him in on the teeny tiny detail that demons and monsters exist. jeff is a little different in admins au/hc, since he kind of just. exists rather than being created explicitly to cause issues + hes new to the being a creepypasta thing (if you can call being on the run and being off the grid for the past decade or so new, admin is working on timeline stuff </3) (new in comparison to the other characters hush hush) so a lot of your dynamic is filling him in on things as well as perhaps even offering some sort of guidance in how to actually go about interacting with these creatures that he know.. just has access to.. torn between dad slenderman because hes not TOTALLY evil and cold in admins interpretation, but also that one jeff the killer vs slenderman fall out boy video lives rent free in his head. the beef would be insane, honestly... jeff doesnt have much of a sound idea outside of you being more of a guidance figure for him... person with their nonhuman guide my favorite trope that needs to be in more stuff especially in horror media where the characters are antagonists and shit

#creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #slenderman x reader #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x you #laughing jack x you #slenderman x you #jeff the killer x you

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pinejayy · 8 months

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╰┈➤Powerful little Human || Yandere Upper Moons

summary: requested by @the-clumsy-clown - they asked for a gn reader with sans ability and how would the upper moons react to them being powerful. they also requested for the upper moon to be a yandere.

a/n: sorry for the long wait, i've been having a lot going on. but thank you for being so patient uwu. also i've never played undertale so I don't know so much about san's powers // I had to ask my boyfriend to explain about his powers and with me being slow I really didn't understand so I hope you enjoy this uwu

Kokushibo

Now he's quite impressed by your power, he didn't know a human could obtain this power. He came across you in the woods and you were messing around with a helpless demon.

And of course he wanted you to himself, he was Upper Moon 1 and he was already so powerful and imagine what a powerful couple you guys would be. So yes he would be selfish and take you away from your life.

He doesn't care if you have a lover, friends or family he will take you away and force his love to you, and if you dare use your powers on him he will snap your neck.

You've tried fighting him to get away from him but it's never really worked, you can't kill him unless you have a special sword so you're stuck with him.

You are always so quick to get away from him, as if you're teleporting. But he always finds a way to grab you and take hold of you. You aren't getting away from so easy.

Douma

Now he's crazy over you, your power is amazing. He loves how quick you are, yet he really doesn't understand how you move so quickly. Are you that quick on your feet or are you teleporting?

But that doesn't matter, Douma will befriend you and at the end he will take you away. Take you away somewhere new, and if dare try to escape him he will do everything in his power to get rid of you. How dare you not love him!

And if dare summon something to hurt him he won't hesitate to summon ice clones so they could kill you.

Douma loves you and he will do anything for you, heck he will even show you off to the other Upper Moons. They wouldn't care so much about you. The only one who would truly feel some kind of pity is Akaza.

He will praise you, and you better accept his sweet comments because if you don't he'll punish you.

Akaza

Now he would want to protect you at all cost, to the point where he locks you away, yes he understands that you have powers of your own but still what if you die? He would blame himself..

You hate him, you would kill him but you don't have a sword so you're pretty much screwed over.

There are some times where you try escaping him, and you always depend on your powers to help you out but he knows you so well, so he knows what you will throw at him. But the one thing he does struggle is keeping up with your speed.

He doesn't understand your speed like for example you could be in front of him and all of the sudden you are across the room.

Akaza will keep you locked up, he just wants you safe. What if a Demon Slayer takes you away from him! So he's keeping you away from everyone for your own good.

Hantengu

He will be afraid of you, he's scared that you would hurt him. So he tends to keep you happy. Because what if he loses you, or what if you run away from him. He can't live without you. But don't underestimate him because he can and will snap back to you. Which is scary because he's always such a coward.

But when you do threaten him he will spit himself off and then the clones will deal with your attitude. And there's nothing you can do, and the clones will most likely be more harsh towards you than him.

Especially Sekido, he will not hesitate to get physical with you. And using your powers on the clones won't do too good, yes you are powerful and all. But you're fighting four powerful demons. You would be overwhelmed.

When Sekido tries getting his hands on you, you dodge his attacks which will make him even more mad.

Hantengu feels awful for sending the clones to you, but you're scary to him.

Gyokko

Now how can someone like you have these powers, a human with powers. He never knew it was even possible, so when he came across you and discovered your true self he wanted to keep you.

He did what any selfish demon would do, he ripped you away from your peaceful life and he dragged you to his hidden home/cave. And if dare fight him he’ll make sure to punish you.

Gyokko forces you to show off your powers to the other demons, he gets a confidence boost. You’re basically a prize to him.

You’re not too fond with him, so whenever he wants to snuggle you and do couple stuff you teleport away from him but it’s no use, he has pots all over the place so the second you move away from him he’s already next to you. Grabbing you and forcing you into an uncomfortable embrace.

If you were to summon a Gaster Blaster he’ll return his Blood Demon Art on you.

Gyutaro

He would be the ruthless from the Upper Moons, he hates how a human has such powers. Why on earth were you blessed? When he was human he was treated horribly and for that he despises you but yet again you catch his attention.

He doesn’t understand this odd feeling towards you and he hates himself for it. So he basically forces you into a relationship with him, and he was quite aggressive about it too. So you better say yes to him.

He will definitely help you out with your abilities, he wants you to grow stronger. He doesn’t want to date someone who is weak.

He enjoys teaching you combat skills and you dodge his attacks and punches and he gets quite angry but also he’s quite impressed. And your speed is wonderful as well!!

You hope one day you can escape him…one day. But don’t get to hopeful he always has his eyes on you.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #kokushibo #Douma #akaza #hantengu clones #hantengu #Gyokko #gyutaro #reader insert #headcanon #Headcanons #upper moons

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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What’s so fascinating about shuggy that makes you go this wild? Aren’t shanks completely over this guy? And buggy just bitter? Am I interpreting it wrong?

I'm not gonna ask whether you want the short or the long version, because I'm gonna give you the longest, gayest version no matter what you tell me. So. Yeah. I think I'm kind of crazy about them but in a very normal way (I just lied on the internet). I'm gonna answer your last three questions before actually getting into the subject of why Shuggy makes me go so wild:

(Spoilers: manga ch.1082 and that Wano flashback)

Shanks being "completely over this guy" would be a very simple way to put his feelings for Buggy into words, I think. Although the fandom exaggerates the way he feels for him (turning into obsession and just complete depression) for fun or for angst purposes (I must say I don't really dislike it and I do believe Shanks still holds Buggy close to his heart in this way, and if we talk in a shippy way, he's definitely the clingy one) I think Shanks isn't completely over Buggy. At least not in the cynical way some people say. I think that after parting ways, Shanks accepted Buggy leaving him. I don't think he quite understands his reasons (he never will, tbh) but accepted his decision. I think he tried to choose the more mature way (not that he had other options) and moved on. But moving on doesn't mean forgetting or being completely over someone, because I wholeheartedly think that even if Buggy isn't on his mind 24/7, he's still one of the most important people in Shanks' life and story. Buggy is there in the back of his mind like a catchy song you can't get rid of, you know? It itches sometimes, too, but Shanks can't do anything about it so he just lives with it. To Shanks, he would gladly reconnect with Buggy and go back to the way they were in the blink of an eye, but he knows it can't be. I think Shanks has moved on but the second somebody mentions Buggy he goes into nostalgia mode and thinks about their times together back when they were just kids with endless dreams aboard the Oro Jackson. I think Shanks has more things to worry about than his past to be the way the fandom portrays him, but that doesn't mean he has completely forgotten about it and doesn't want Buggy back. Because he definitely does.

Buggy is- He isn't just bitter. I don't think you can say Buggy is just bitter when Shanks' decision was what determined his whole life. Leaving the thing about the map and the devil fruit aside (which also affects the story but we know his resentment isn't really about that) Buggy has every right to feel the way he does towards Shanks. Perhaps it's just that I find this pathetic clown to be very relatable, but I will always be both a Buggy apologist and defender. I'll probably get into a more detailed version of this later, but Buggy isn't just bitter. Buggy is rightfully frustrated at how his life ended up to be without Shanks. "But he's the one who left Shanks"... Is he, though? He did leave Shanks physically, but Shanks was the first to break the relationship. The thing about Buggy that I absolutely love is how his character portrays envy and jealousy into a... I wouldn't say healthy way, but at least not a damaging way to Shanks. Despite fighting all the time, they obviously loved and cared for each other. Being best friends and the youngest of the crew, always together in both the worst and best of their moments, etc. So Buggy, even though he lived as Shanks' shadow, that isn't why he's resentful towards him. He could be angry about that, right? Just bitter Roger chose him to keep his legacy alive instead of him. But no. Buggy chose to follow Shanks instead because he trusted him. Because he thought "Well, I might not be able to follow my dream, but Shanks will do it for us as our captain's legacy". Which makes sense because they were so damn close. They're always together. Like. Just watch/read the Oden flashback. Their presentation was even together, lmfao. And when they talk about them, they mention them together. The whole thing about Shanks not going to Laugh Tale to take care of Buggy? It's just- It's just so obvious that they were best friends and intended to be together forever. Buggy was willing to follow Shanks until the end of the world until Shanks hesitated when asked about following Roger's steps (Buggy doesn't actually say he'll be in Shanks' crew, but the way he reacts to Shanks' words makes me think he would've accepted to go with him as a co-captain until... Well. Yeah. That happened). And like, I get it. Shanks knew they were too young. Shanks knew they needed to grow up and live more experiences as pirates before going to Laugh Tale and for the One Piece. For Shanks it's just a little pause before they actually fulfill their dreams. But for Buggy? For Buggy, his whole world is crumbling down because the person he trusted the most literally told him he wasn't going to follow their dream. For Buggy, Shanks doesn't take the role of Roger's legacy seriously enough, so it's unfair. It's unfair that he had to leave his dream behind for him. It's unfair that he trusted him. It's unfair that Shanks didn't believe in himself. It's unfair that their captain died. It's unfair that now Buggy has to be completely on his own, with no ability to swim and no map to follow because Shanks also ruined that for him. So, yeah, Buggy is a bit more than just bitter, and rightfully so. It's classic miscommunication because obviously, Shanks wasn't going to give up on going to Laugh Tale, but Buggy takes it that way. And he also sees it as Shanks doubting himself and the dream and it's unfair that the one who got the straw hat is the one to hesitate, and the one who didn't get anything is the one who wants to fight for their dream. Buggy is more than just bitter. I know it's played for laughs, but his grudge towards Shanks is deeper than that.

You are not interpreting it wrong, tbh. I think the fandom just exaggerates their behavior and in canon you pretty much have to analyze the characters to fully understand them. If you're not a fan of these two characters, their whole relationship can feel like "Oh, they were just friends in the same crew" even when it's way deeper than that. Although I think chapter 1082 (my favorite chapter ngl I've read it so many times google instantly shows it to me when I look for the page where I read OP) explains what I just said pretty well from Buggy's POV.

So now onto the real question, what's so fascinating about Shuggy?

I'm gonna be honest with you, before writing this I have to say that I have a tendency to love these types of ships. Soukoku (BSD) and Satosugu (JJK) are no exception and they follow the same "former BFFs/partners who turned into enemies and are very very gay". The reason I like these three ships so much is probably because of personal experiences I'm not gonna talk about, but somebody mentioned something very interesting about lesbians/sapphics relating to these ships because we always have this experience about having a really close girl bff that we have a crush on, but since we don't acknowledge the real feelings, it ends up in a very toxic way that leads only to resentment and nostalgia. And, you know, as a lesbian who has been through that I can confirm wholeheartedly that this is why Shuggy is so important to me (considering Shuggy a ship for the lesbians in my heart </3)

Leaving that aside and the fact that childhood best friends to lovers is like my favorite trope, I just think their characters are so perfectly written. And it's surprising because they barely have scenes talking about each other or being with each other (Marineford is Shuggys' Roman Empire atp, although I will always remember that first flashback in episode 8 in the anime. That changed my life fr). But their story is made with so much care and love for the characters (it's obvious Oda likes Buggy a lot) that you can feel it. At least I do. Because although not having many scenes they've completely taken over my heart and soul.

Shanks is a very complicated character due to lack of information and the fact that we know he hides something deeper, but he is, after all, a symbol of hope and dreams. At least for our main character. Shanks is the main reason why Luffy becomes a pirate and there are so many parallelisms between them that I can't count them. I find it so ironic that the symbol of hope and freedom Luffy follows is actually somebody who crushed somebody's dreams and hopes. Talk about irony, right? And then we have Buggy, who's the complete opposite. With Buggy's first appearance (and honestly all of his scenes until the Wano flashback and chapter 1082) we think he's one of the bad guys. And yeah, all of them are like that because they're pirates and yadda yadda. But I'm talking about "bad guy" as in "bad bad person with no hopes and dreams and that is just interested in being feared and powerful". And he is a failguy. A very funny one, too. But he's so much more. And the fact that this comedic relief character that's always played for laughs when it comes to his own misery turns out to be the one who has the biggest of dreams and the biggest of heartbreaks about it? It just shatters my heart.

Shuggy makes me go wild because of Buggy, mostly, ngl. I wouldn't like Shanks this much if it wasn't for Shuggy, probably (I love him a ton outside of his relationship with Buggy, but you know, it makes things a lot easier). I like Shuggy because the topics the ship touches are very emotional and angsty and they crush me completely. Buggy living in Shanks' shadow? Buggy wanting to follow Roger's steps and following Shanks instead because his self-esteem disappeared the moment his captain's legacy ended up on Shanks instead of him? The trust he had in Shanks? The way Shanks hesitates and the way Buggy refuses to follow somebody like that? Buggy running away on his own because he gave up his dream for somebody who doesn't even treat it the way it deserves? It's just heartbreaking. Especially if you have in mind that they just lost the man that raised them.

Buggy then becomes somebody that people make fun of and ridicule, and they don't even think about the possibility of him being part of the crew of the king of the pirates. And when they find out, they can't believe it. They don't talk about this much, but I think that it must hurt so fucking much to be seen this way. He was just as important as Shanks. Roger loved him too. And to this day, being Shanks' shadow still haunts him. I love the angst Shuggy has. It breaks me and I love it.

Then, (and this is something I adore) with the creation of Cross Guild, Buggy has the chance to get out of Shanks' shadow. He's surrounded by two guys who only think about money and stability and business and... It's boring, isn't it? It's not flashy! And I think he has this realization of "this is my chance to prove I'm worth something. This is my chance to actually go for my dream. Mine" because these two idiots keep talking about boring things instead of following their dreams and aspirations and bigger things! And it just shows how much Buggy truly cared about Laugh Tale and the One Piece and how much he has had to wait for it. And this has nothing to do with Shuggy, I just really love this fucking clown.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I love Shanks making Buggy lose the map and eat the devil fruit. Because, okay, in retrospect it feels very stupid because it was a simple accident. But just hear me out- Even though it was an accident, Buggy lost his ability to swim for powers he didn't want. He lost the ability of independence, because what's a pirate on his own if he can't swim? He lost his individuality that night, and we see him depend on others constantly throughout the show. And Shanks mentioning that Buggy is a great swimmer? Oh, fuck you Oda for making me cry so early in the show. Then, the map. He lost his individuality and then he lost the only thing that led him to a future with treasures and his dreams. Then again, losing his independence because he couldn't just go on his own without a map. Fucking great. The fact that Shanks jumps to rescue him the second Buggy starts to drown haunts me at night, too. They're just so-- Ugh.

But Shuggy is not everything about Buggy's resentment and angst. And it's not about Shanks missing him and wanting his best friend back because he doesn't know what happened for him to run away so easily.

It's also about unconditional love, and I am so passionate about that. Shanks care and love for Buggy is something the fandom exaggerates but... These people are not wrong, tbh. Shanks gave up his dream to go to Laugh Tale (postponed it) to stay with Buggy and take care of him because he was sick. Shanks is a very selfless person all the way, and when it comes to Buggy it seems that he doesn't hesitate to put him first (in serious situations. Their usual arguments don't count. They're just stupid, and love to argue and fight like the divorced couple they are). And besides, this happens right in the same episode after Toki gets sick and Oden wants to take care of her but she forces him to follow his dream and leave her behind. Like- What the actual fuck. Ah, yes, parallel the main couple in the Wano arc. I'm sure that's not romantic at all. The difference is that Shanks stayed. And god, does that hurt. Especially when he says they'll go on their own one day, because it shows he cared about Laugh Tale too (I mean, ofc, but from Buggy's POV it's just different).

To end this I also want to say that, leaving the whole deep analysis behind: Their personalities just match. They're funny to watch. They're cute. They have an angsty story behind them. They won't stop arguing like little kids but they care for each other still. They are chaotic. They're just... Perfect for each other.

Hope you liked my tiny essay about them because I could've kept going on and on and on about it, but some people (like me, sadly) have to wake up early tomorrow to work instead of just posting about gay fictional characters (somebody please pay me to do these things and I'll stay on tumblr 24/7).

#TL;DR: they're very in love and angsty and i love childhood bffs to lovers #they make me go insane as you can see #i am so not normal about them #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks

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onelocket · 1 year

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Words heavier than guns

Fyodor Dostoevsky + GN Reader

involves -- harm/violence, quotes from the real fyodor d., mentions of religion

kinda just sat down and started aggressively typing so yeah. might delete tomorrow

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You wanted to show him the better world.

That’s all you wanted to do, all you had to live for. Neither your future nor dreams were above it. You wanted to show Fyodor Dostoevsky the better world that was already here, because he doesn’t seem to realize it himself.

"A better world?" Nikolai repeats your mumble, eyes slightly wide with amusement.

"My, what a brave one you are. Do you perhaps think similar as I? To indulge your emotions… for a guy who shows none."

Gogol’s words should be enough to eat you whole, but it failed to kill that wrecking force.

The days went on with fail to be numbered since you had your life dedicated to a guy like Dostoevsky, who you never actually knew your feelings to. Was it hatred, jealousy, or a love concerning for what he seems to show as his ideals and desires?

But even if you did find attraction to this man… to fall in love does not mean to love. One can still fall and still hate.

And you felt as if all three gutting emotions twisted you. Twisted your once logical heart — twisted your once stable mind. All twisted to melt to pure covetous.

His ideals of ‘changing’ this world to a better place left a bitter tune on your ears, disagreeing on every single word he had his beautiful voice sing out. How utterly wasteful.

"He is playing fools," You replied to Gogol, a finger of yours tapping on the table. "Dostoevsky is a fool with brains but no heart."

"Mhm? How would you define somebody who has a heart, then?" The clown in front of you smiled, his eyes near to squint with that entertained decoration.

"…Anybody but Dostoevsky is."

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"I’d say you played yourself to who you call the fool," Fyodor smiled, "but to let mind realize something — If I’m what you call a fool with brains but no heart, then you are a fool with a heart but no brains."

You coughed out a pungent hatred for him, body sat on the floor with your palms supporting your heavy chest. Your eyes glare over his purple ones, never seemingly giving you a chance to find any peeked door to his true emotions.

His display was too good, even for the mind of yours.

Hand on your mouth, you slowly let it fall, eyes leaving his gaze to turn to the gun beside you. The gun you relied on to use if things got unsolvable.

It’s not even the situation that held that word at this point — Fyodor himself carried it.

You swore your own mind could kill as you can’t seem to discard that Gogol obviously told Fyodor about you and his conversation earlier this day. How else would Fyodor suddenly bring up a point you only made to the clown today?

The thought didn’t help, leading your mind to keep this… rather tense conversation going.

"Then that just makes the both of us fools, doesn’t it? We’re both unhappy, and we both suffer." You say.

"Knowing that, you’d still live in a fool’s paradise?" Fyodor replied, a smirk contorting on his face as if finding your reply entertaining.

"But never in yours, that’s for sure."

You asserted, lifting your hand up as a familiar sound of clicking comes out from the gun — now aimed at the man in front of you. Fyodor’s now faint smile remains untouched by your threat, his eyes narrowing down to examine yours. "Being shot in a church isn’t really in my ideal." Fyodor hummed out, as if situation was but a small talk for you and him.

"I’ve been trying to get rid - to burn those thoughts of yours that only bring death and punishment to this world. I fail to see the ‘better’ in there, yet you don’t think the same." You explained, as if trying to deny you were aiming a gun at his chest. Of course, you never plan to shoot him right now, but you can’t afford him to move either, so excuses are ought to be made.

"I wouldn’t just shoot the guy I’ve been trying to change his view even after so long, would I?" You finished with a chuckle, as if all was just a playful banter.

Yet to Fyodor — it played like a tinkle of bells with roses being thrown to a wedding aisle, but accompanied to thorns that could send even the angels from above bleeding.

Your voice and noise, words and mien was always patterned like the Devil instructed you itself, but with God planning every breath you took with it.

And as if you couldn’t get any better, your dedication to change his unmoved mind was nothing but entertainment. You disliked his side of beliefs, but you clearly had a reason to all be pressing onto this manner as if you were an ability user in threat.

You challenged the embodiment God and the Devil both sculpted for this world; now gotten sucked up by it. First committed to change his mind, being human second.

And to Fyodor, that was nothing but beautiful. A beautiful that isn’t boring for once. A beautiful that he didn’t need to change — a beautiful he can both consume or get destroyed in; depending on his desire.

Fyodor gifts you a low hum, "Ah, but of course. Love in action is harsh and dreadful compared to love in dreams, isn’t it?" peppering that sense with another question that leaves your stare more intense.

Love? Dreams?

"Tell me, milaya. What am I to you?"

What is he to you — that makes you want to even betray your own soul to make me see the world the way you see it?

You left him unanswered, your fingers gripping tighter on the metal while you look at him intently. For once, you didn’t think of an immediate reply to fight back. Not that you could — with you leaving your conflicted thoughts untainted, it was hard to reply calmly; no matter how collected you acted yourself out.

Lover, acquaintance and enemy — he was like all at once.

But Fyodor doesn’t wear any disappointed anticipation in his face as he just stares at you, to which… you weren’t sure if you could’ve done the same.

Instead, your eyes meet the overly large window behind him, lighting the whole church with an amethyst dark and elegant. Nothing was behind him but the window illuminating light, however you couldn’t help but feel as if God Himself was behind Fyodor, glaring at you with contempt Fyodor couldn’t show himself.

It accompanied Fyodor’s figure all too well — that irritating gaze of beauty making your mind twitch as you huffed out a soft noise, fixing your eyes back at him.

"What you want isn’t better. Killing others that have an ability like you isn’t going to bring forth any better." You cut the uncharacteristic silence, your body copying it in the process as you brought your knees to stand, gun still aimed at him.

"Being told so by a non-ability user brings me different." He spoke calmly, albeit his action turns otherwise as Fyodor steps forward to you, making your actions pause while your ears register that harsh, loud step on the wooden flooring of the empty church.

"All I want you is to follow what I see in this world. You just need to let me show it to you."

"And so do I want a better world to be seen… to be understood by all." He replied like your words were a question.

As if finding no acknowledgement to the gun aimed at him, you soon see Fyodor reach down, his fingers all gliding up to rest delicately on your forehead — feeling them tighten its grip on your hair in the process.

Your breath hitches, your intense stare on the guy in front of you creaking into something unfamiliar instead as his eyes follow your lips instead. The light fails to support you, your vision unable to see the true emotion in his eyes as your body froze, unresponsive to anything.

"But if a begging rat like you wants it so bad to be bringing guns to me," Fyodor rasped before properly speaking; the words sharpening themselves while he gently pulls your hair for you to look up, "Then destroy my desires. Eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and only then will I follow you."

#krei promptfics #bsd dostoevsky #bsd imagines #bsd x y/n #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor imagines #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd fyodor #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x you #fyodor x reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor x y/n #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x you #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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deadbydangit · 3 months

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Can you do one of The Doctor, The Clown and The Knight comforting you through an anxiety attack? Been struggling with PTSD a lot lately

I'm so sorry to hear that. I've been going through some lately as well. I hope this helps. Please enjoy.

Comforting a Reader who is having a panic attack: Clown, Doctor, Knight

Clown

At first he'll be a little annoyed.

"What are you belly aching about?"

"What? You aren't dying.*

He doesn't really understand the concept of a panic attack.

The whole concept of mental health is something that's foreign to him.

The way he grew up it was something that was never discussed.

Even though it was something that really should have been.

So you'll have to explain what is happening and why.

He'll still be a little confused, but he'll listen.

He isn't too great at calming people down.

He's the one who spreads the fear, not lessens it.

But, Kenneth is a clown!

Sort of.

Well, not a good one, but he tries.

And laughter is the best medicine, right?

So, he'll pull out his bag of tricks to make you laugh.

He isn't funny.

His balloon animals suck.

And all of his magic tricks involved severed fingers.

Not exactly great things for calming down a panic attack.

You'll have to teach him the things that work for you.

Because despite his rough exterior, he really hates seeing you like that.

And, not being able to do anything for you, it hurts him even more.

So, give the guy a break. He's really trying his best.

And it's only something he would do for you.

Doctor

Herman is very observant.

He knows instantly when you're acting differently.

He may be a quack, but he's a brilliant man.

Not only does he know a lot about the human body, he knows a lot about the human mind.

So, yes, he knows exactly what's going on.

He'll rattle off the exact scientific and psychological reason for a panic attack.

While you're in the middle of one.

That isn't helping.

But he's not too great at caring for others.

Sure, he might know some techniques to help with a panic attack.

But he's never helped someone through their panic attacks before.

He's another one you'll have to sit down and explain how to help.

However, as stated before, Herman is a smart man.

He learns things quickly.

Everything you tell him he'll take down detailed notes.

He wants to know what makes you tick. What makes you anxious.

All of this so he knows what to avoid in the future. And what to do if this should arise again.

He'll set up an entire room full of comfort objects for you while you're having a panic attack.

And he'll be there the entire time.

If you want him gone, he'll respect that.

But he does have hidden cameras in that room to monitor you.

It's for your safety. Nothing weird about it.

He's usually in the business of harming others.

Only for you will he be caring.

Knight

Out of all three, Tarhos ia arguably the worst.

That isn't to say that he doesn't love you.

He truly does.

He too has dealt with immense trauma.

However, he's dealt with it differently.

So he doesn't understand why you're panicking over something.

At first, he might even tell you to knock it off.

"Why are you acting like a pathetic child?"

It's going to take several other people to knock some sense into him.

He doesn't really understand that not everyone deals with things like he does.

With swords and violence.

Some people prefer to talk about their feelings.

Tarhos is not one of them.

However, only for you, he'd be willing to learn.

He's also really bad about comforting others.

If you're feeling really bad, he might pat your head.

Maybe even give you a small hug.

But that's probably all you're going to get for now.

He is, however, very good at listening.

Occasionally, he'll give decent advice.

It really depends on the subject.

"So there is a person causing your anguish? I see. I will help you get rid of the nuisance. They will no longer cause you issues."

Most of the time, the solutions to his problems include violence.

It's going to take him some time to warm up to the whole affection and comforting thing.

But, he wouldn't do it for anyone else. Only you, because you mean that much to him.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd doctor #dbd knight #dbd clown

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sasster · 2 months

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What IS That Thing?

Can you guess what ICP song is on this guy’s playlist with what was provided?

[Doc] —

The lights are out when you return to your hive, not just turned off, but actually smashed out. Small piles of broken glass near where the lamps live, only partially lit by the light in the hall of the building as you enter, indicate that much. Maybe the lights in these hivestems have a tendency of just exploding with very little stress put upon them, it has only been a few perigees since you moved into the place after all. At the behest of everyone that heard about your campaign to dethrone the local regional ruler.

Not many trolls possess that sort of audacity, at least not the ones that aren’t also fleet aligned. Dethroning those guys is a little bit like pulling teeth, or, more appropriately, getting rid of a bedbug infestation in the hive of a hoarder. Short of burning it all to the ground and starting over from scratch, it is always an uphill battle. But doable. Certainly doable. Actual Empress-fighting would be punching a little bit above your weight class, but you think you can handle a little skirmish with some run of the mill general. It should be a no skin off your nose sort of situation. After that, you’ll be able to put in place the sort of guidelines that will see that the people who live in these areas won’t have to deal with the mistreatment. The fight is only in a few hours, you’re amped, and there is no time for second guesses.

With caution you step around the broken glass and make your way into the small kitchen space that shares an area with your living room. It is a far cry from the near palace you were raised in, but laying low is important. The local regional ruler will have your head if they find you, and you’ve done so good to shake off their muscle thus far. What a shame it would be for it to all come to pieces now.

You sit in a stool in the kitchen and sigh, relaxing into a slump against the wall as all of the stress of the day starts to roll off of you in a wave. No one told you how stressful it would be to run this sort of campaign, but that might be just because it goes without saying. There is so little time between now and the fight, but you can’t show up to it wound up all tight like this.

A creak in the floorboards draws your attention to your bedroom, and a cold dread pricks at the back of your neck. Did you shake off the muscle? Could have just been the building settling. Slowly you pull yourself to your feet and take deliberate steps back to the bedroom, stepping around piles of glass still while you do, and equip your trident in the process.

You call out toward the sound, “Hey, man. Whatever you’re getting paid, I’ll double it. Just get the hell out of here,” as you near the door, using your weapon to slowly poke it open all the way. “Or I can kill you, it really doesn’t matter to me.”

The intruder is sitting on your bed when you enter, with a face obscured by a mask that appears to be smooth with some simple designs, from what you can see lit up by the dim moonlight. They angle their head toward you.

“They sent a laughsassin after me? Really?” Your laugh is breathless.

The intruder laughs as well, it is a mirror to yours, but much higher in pitch, and absolutely sardonic in nature. “I always get that. Laughsassin,” he bemoans as he stands up and stretches, there is something incredibly uncanny about the looseness he handles his own limbs with. “It’s outdated. Implies that all I do is kill and laugh. Which, alright, I won’t lie. It does take up a big chunk of what I do.”

Dealing with a clown today was the last thing you thought would happen, it was your understanding that GHBs don’t typically put their noses into the mess of seadwellers trying to kill each other. Isn’t it a net-zero loss for them, at the end of the day? But now that you’re thinking about it, they might just be happy to stick the old ‘the devil you know’ addage.

“Sometimes, I’ll have you know, I’ve also been known to convince.”

“You want me to believe you aren’t here to kill me?”

“I am here to let you know you’ll be taking a dive later this evening.”

This time when you laugh, it comes from sheer shock. They sent a clown.

To tell you to give up in your pursuit of the regional title.

They must be scared.

With his hands on his hips, the clown takes confident strides around the bed and closes some, not all, of the distance that separated you. Your grip tightens around your weapon.

“How about I kill you now, and then your boss later?”

He bounces on his heels. Why is he so flimsy?

“Or you can leave here with your head attached to your body, and watch from the crowd. I’m not taking any bribes.”

He comes to a stop within striking distance of your trident, you can make out two faint lines that curve like tear tracks down the cheeks of his mask, but you hold firm, watching him carefully. He stretches again, bending his body at the waist until something pops audibly. “Oh, I’m not here to bribe. Did I confuse you? The dive you’ll be taking will be the swan type. Y’know? Into your grave.”

In the time that passes between the words leaving his lips and confusion contorting your features, something else hits you, literally — A small blade, tossed with such precision that it slices through a bit of your cheek and ear on its way to embed itself in the wall behind you. “Y’know?” He echoes.

You are already advancing on him with your trident when the gears start turning in your head, and the springy bastard ducks out of the way of the attack and dances behind you with another laugh that suspiciously sounds like it’s still mocking yours.

Clowns are the worst. You didn’t even see him move to throw the damn thing in the first place. A frustrated growl rips out of your chest as you turn to face him.

“That’s all? You’ll need to do better than that if you’re going to scare me out of it.”

It’s hard to tell what he’s going to do next, without being able to see his face, which you gather is the whole point, but he’s already rocking back on his heels, reaching back to get a grip on his knife. He practically cackles, “You’re right,” followed by pulling the thing out of the wall. It doesn’t matter that he has his hands on his weapon, you think, without the element of surprise, a throwing knife loses the fight to a trident every time.

Smugness settles in your breast as you pull yourself to stand a little straighter, having found the confidence to make it through both of the fights the stars have set out for you this evening.

Then, the smugness quickly dissipates when the nuisance does something completely unexpected, and tips his mask up to uhm.

Well, it looks like he is lapping the blood, and bits of drywall but whatever, off of the knife.

“Why do so many fish carry a trident, anyway?” He asks and though you’ve instructed your body to lunge with the subject of his criticism, you stay rooted in place. A sinister glow begins to spill out around the edges of his mask. “I always thought it was a bit on the nose. You know? There are other weapons. Bet you’d have fared better with a harpoon gun.”

His words fly over your head, you are more concerned with your suddenly immovable body.

The masked intruder stays where he is, stretching and bending his freakish form while in the meantime your own disobedient body once again closes the distance between the pair of you. Your mind is racing. You’ve come so far, your aspiration right within your grasp, just to be killed by a clown.

His knife comes up to your cheek, where he’d already cut it before, and from the angle his mask sits at now, you can see two rows of sharp teeth exposed in some form of twisted grin. It is almost worse that the rest of his face is entirely concealed. He presses into the flesh and more of your blood is drawn out onto the blade.

“It’d be really nice of me to kill you just like this, y’know, but the boss wants to make an example of you. No hard feelings, right?”

#hm i made a mistake in choosing his title #because there are several things tagged as the bogeyman #or just bogeyman #whatever #termia #i’ll cope #long post #coko writes sometimes #not my best but it’s what i wasted my free time on today lol

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Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there.

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care.

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand.

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends.

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound.

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles.

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands.

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

#peepaw multiverse #leonardo come down #lcd #put one back #pob #they're Miguel and Peter B your honor

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five-rivers · 1 year

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Life's Great Lie 11

No beta we die like Coulson will not in this chapter.

AO3

“I can’t believe we left Tucker. I can’t believe you left Tucker. With nazis.”

“Sam, in case you didn’t notice, the nazis had a spaceship,” said Jazz, her voice shaking with stressed control. “I don’t think Tucker would appreciate us getting killed by nazis with spaceships. Nazis with spaceships that can become invisible, oh my gosh.”

“Can’t we become invisible?”

“Not really!” Jazz’s hands flew over the control. “We really just need to be somewhere else right now.”

The prisoner cleared his throat behind them. “It’s not a spaceship, actually. It’s a helicarrier.”

Sam and Jazz turned to glare at arrow boy.

“What does that mean?” asked Sam as Jazz went back to the controls.

“It’s like a aircraft carrier, but it flies.”

“Oh, yes, that’s a much less terrifying thing for nazis to have! What a relief!” Sam spread her hands wide.

“SHIELD also isn’t nazis. Maybe if you told me why you think we’re, uh.” He blinked hard and rolled his neck. “Nazis. As far as I know, SHIELD’s never even talked to you guys.”

“We know about your links to HYDRA,” said Sam.

“HYDRA? HYDRA doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Groups like that never really go away,” said Sam. “We haven’t even managed to get rid of people who openly call themselves nazis.”

“Seriously, they were wiped out by Captain America and the Howling Commandos. Any of them that survived them were swept up and died ages ago.”

“Right,” said Jazz, slowly, tone at odds with what she was still doing with the controls. “Captain America.”

“Yes, Captain America.”

“You ever meet him?”

“No,” said arrow boy. “Does it matter?”

Jazz didn’t say anything.

“Does it mean anything?” asked Sam.

“Maybe,” said Jazz, “but I have to fly this thing right now.”

Tucker woke up with a groan and scrubbed vigorously at his face, as though that would help the combined headache and rubbed-raw-with-sandpaper feeling he was currently experiencing. Rather, he tried. His hands appeared to be strapped down.

He lay still, wracking his brain for which of Danny's enemies would bother knocking him out, kidnapping him, and tying him up. Spectra, maybe? Walker? He had to have a sentence by now, even if he never stuck around long enough for Walker to read him his charges.

“Mr. Foley.”

That voice had not belonged to a ghost. Tucker pried his eyes open. “Wuh?” he managed to say. A black-brown blur moved subtly against a grayish background. Probably a person.

“Mr. Foley,” repeated a voice that emanated from the vicinity of the blur. “I’m going to have to ask you how you moved several tons of Egyptian sand to a street in a small American town and turned several nearby buildings into sphinxes.”

“Don’t forget the lasers, sir,” said a second, paler, blur. This blur sounded vaguely familiar, but Tucker couldn’t place it.

“Thank you, Agent Coulson. We are also interested in the lasers.”

Tucker blinked several times. Who was this clown?

Clown. Wait.

Oh, no. Oh, he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

He did. He’d used that stupid scepter and then lost it.

At least it explained why he felt like he’d been sandpapered.

Hold up – ‘agent?’ There was only one group that habitually operated in Amity Park and that was the GIW. But the GIW wouldn’t be bothering with questions. They’d jump straight to the painful experiments.

“Are you SHIELD?” asked Tucker, angry. “I’m not telling you anything.”

The pale blob cleared its throat. “According to our research, you haven’t had any prior interactions with SHIELD. Why are you so hostile?”

Tucker’s eye twitched and he tugged his wrist against whatever was holding it down. “Maybe it has something to do with you tying me up.”

“You did try to bite Mr. Stark the first time you woke up,” pointed out the pale blur.

“A common desire. We won’t hold it against you. So long as you explain why.”

He’d tried to bite Tony Stark? Iron Man? He bit his tongue before he could ask if he did it while Tony Stark was still wearing his suit.

“I’m not explaining anything to nazis who kidnapped my best friend!” Okay, that last bit was maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but nazis didn’t deserve any grace, either.

(And the leftovers of whatever had knocked him out might be screwing with his judgment. Or maybe it was the scepter! Who knew!)

(Was this what taking drugs was like? Was the scepter a drug? Could he get addicted to it?)

“We aren’t nazis,” said the pale blur in a somewhat pained tone.

“And we didn’t kidnap your friend. We had hired him as a consultant.”

“You were giving him money?” asked Tucker, skeptical.

The pause spoke volumes.

“Why do you think we’re nazis?”

“Uh, because you are. I’m not an idiot. I know what HYDRA is. They’re talking to the Guys in White, and they’re talking to you, so you can’t be all that much better.”

(Something told Tucker that maybe he shouldn’t be saying quite as much as he was and he should just shut up, but the idea of being interrogated by nazis was terrifying.)

(He may have picked up some coping mechanisms from Danny.)

“That’s the second time I’ve heard the GIW mentioned today,” said the pale blur. “The other time, it was from Miss Gray.”

“Government-backed ghost hunters, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Interesting. And you say they’re talking about HYDRA?”

“As if you don’t know,” scoffed Tucker.

The pale blur took a couple of steps closer to Tucker. “You’re a bit of a hacker, aren’t you? Is that how you found this… supposed connection?”

Tucker turned his head away.

“Agent Coulson.”

The blurs moved to one side, and out a door that disappeared from Tucker’s sight as soon as it was closed. Great. Cool. This was awesome.

He pulled against whatever was holding him down again. There was some way to get out of stuff like this, right?

“I don’t like that we didn’t know about this GIW,” said Fury.

“Neither do I. Sir, can I suggest we get Stark on this to confirm Foley’s claims?”

“We need him to track Loki.”

“I don’t believe it will take Stark that long to follow a trail a teenager laid.”

“I’ll remind you that this teenager was able to fight Loki head-on, and we don’t need another loose cannon.”

“Another reason to have him on side, although I’m not sure that translates to computer skills. In any case, sir, given that he’s already finding the time to look into our other projects on his own time…”

Fury clasped his hands behind his back, thinking.

“Miss Gray and the Fentons have contributed to our tracking efforts as well.”

“Alright,” said Fury. “Notify Stark and I’ll talk to Red Huntress about the GIW. We need more detail.”

Coulson nodded. “I’m sure Tony will be happy to meet a fan. Well.” He tilted his head. “Re-meet them.”

Tony was not, in fact, happy.

“You know,” he said to Natasha, who had let him into the ‘observation room,’ “I get that the kid is scary, but did you have to tie him down?”

“He tried to bite you,” said Natasha.

Tony raised a finger. “In his defense, I did knock him out.” He sat down in front of the one-way mirror. The room wasn’t very big. Space was probably at a premium in this bucket. It was huge, but it was also flying. Airplane bathrooms were tiny for a reason. The cell on the other side wasn’t all that large either. Just big enough for the bed and a couple people to loom.

“Microphone?” he asked, pointing at a button. That’s the one he’d use for that function, but, as evidenced by the whole situation, the people here were nuts. And with Tony saying that, it meant something. The button could release sleeping gas or fire missiles.

“Yes,” said Natasha. “You don’t have to look so surprised. It isn’t as if we’re going to put missile launchers in a holding cell.”

“And this makes it so he can see us?”

“It brings the lights up in the other room, yes.”

“Old fashioned for you guys, isn’t it?”

“Don’t fix what isn’t broken.”

“Hilarious,” said Tony. “You can go, now. Do your spy stuff.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking.”

“It was worth a shot.” Tony shrugged. He pressed the buttons. “Hey, Tucker, right?”

“I’m not telling you people anything!”

“I can understand not being eager to talk to the goon squad, but it’s not like I work with them, either. Between the two of us – don’t worry about the Russian in the corner – I was looking into them, too, but I haven’t found out much yet.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m still tied up. You’re so against SHIELD you’re okay with a babysitter.”

“Unfortunately, there’s more of them than there are of me, and we do have a crazy kidnapping alien to deal with. But, hey, one tech wiz to one tech wizard, we can find out if HYDRA is really involved before too long.”

“Or you could be on their payroll.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t need SHIELD’s money.”

“Oh yeah?” said Tucker, voice cracking. “And who are you?”

“Wh—I’m Tony Stark. You know, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?”

“I don’t know you’re Tony Stark. You could be any white guy.”

“Any white guy? I thought you were a fan, that’s what your—” Tony thought back to when he’d first seen Tucker Foley, on the ground in Amity Park. Compared to the Egyptian stuff and the magic, it wasn’t so noticeable, but he’d been wearing glasses. “You’re nearsighted, aren’t you?”

“Wow, it’s almost like your super awesome nazi information network isn’t as good as you think it is.”

Tony turned to look at Natasha. “I don’t suppose you guys have some spare glasses?”

She sighed heavily, but pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on and left. Which meant it was prime time to break into the holding cell.

It wasn’t hard.

“Okay, kid, I’m going to untie you, but you have to promise not to try to bite me.”

“No promises,” said Tucker.

“Fair enough.” Tony started in on the straps. They were simple, too. Low tech. Just padded leather and buckles. Probably to keep people from hacking in and springing whoever was in them.

Tucker was sitting up in a moment, rubbing at his wrists. “Okay, possibly Tony Stark, mind getting me out of this room for an encore?”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t help you much.”

“Why not?”

“We’re a few hundred feet up.”

“What?”

“Yeah, feel that low pressure? Pop your ears? Kinda dry air? Inertia’s a bit weird?”

“Oh gosh, we’re on another airship. No, wait. We’re on that—That aircraft carrier thing?”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “You know about it?”

“Glanced at plans for it while I was looking for Danny.”

“You really did hack SHIELD, huh?” said Tony. “What kind of machine did you use?”

“Just my home computer.”

“Built it yourself?”

“With whatever I could scrounge up. I don’t get much allowance.”

Impressive, if true; but he wouldn’t tell him if there was anything special if he was in Tucker’s position. So. He didn’t exactly believe it.

“No crazy ghost stuff?”

Tucker glared at him.

There was the sound of a speaker crackling to life. “Stark.”

“Romanov.”

“What are you doing in the cell?”

As soon as she entered the room, Valerie Gray crossed her arms and planted her feet. The red material of her suit flexed easily, reflecting circuit-board-like patterns where it caught the light.

“Miss Gray,” he said. “I understand you’ve had contact with an organization called the GIW.”

“The Guys in White, yeah.” She glanced around, the motion small, but not unnoticeable, although her face mask hid exactly what she was looking at. “I mean, their official name is the Ghost Investigation Ward, but everyone calls them the Guys in White. Easier than the acronym.”

“And what, exactly, do they do?”

“Mostly? Cause property damage and threaten to audit people’s taxes.”

“But they’re ghost hunters.”

“Yeah. I don’t think they’ve ever caught one, though. They’re worse than the Fentons. They almost killed this one kid, Elliot, because they thought he was a ghost.”

“Have they ever shown any evidence that they are part of the government, or government sanctioned?”

“I never looked into it,” said Gray. “I had other things to deal with. You guys have really never heard of them?”

“We have not, which is, as you might imagine, troubling.”

“I get that,” said Gray. “But is this really the best time? I mean… they’ll still be there when you get done with the aliens, right?”

If Fury was to answer honestly, the answer would be no. If he were their leader, he’d be pulling them out of Amity Park, going to ground now that SHIELD’s attention had been drawn to the town they were… occupying? Harassing? Deceiving?

Exactly what they were doing didn’t matter so much as them having been able to do it without SHIELD noticing. Especially given Foley’s assertion regarding HYDRA.

“There are a limited number of actions I can take until we manage to track down Loki.”

Gray twitched. “Danny doesn’t always show up on ghost scanners.”

Which was truly unfortunate. “I’m aware. What kinds of resources have you seen the GIW using?”

Despite Natasha deciding to take forever to give the kid his glasses, which then stalled things further as he really hadn’t believed that Tony was Tony, and he was a fan. Like, to an embarrassing degree. Don’t get him wrong! Tony loved having fans. But there was a time and a place to ask for autographs.

Tony really wasn’t happy about him being up here. Let alone the other kid. The girl. Speaking of which he really needed to talk to her about her tech, beyond the tracker, see if any of it could be incorporated in one of his suits on the fly. But as good as he was at multitasking, Coulson had whisked Gray away to talk to Fury at the same time he sent Tony down here with his babysitter.

Anyway.

“So, show us the nazis,” said Tony, pushing a tablet at him.

It was immediately snatched away by Natasha. “You are not giving the teenage hacker direct access to our systems.”

“You’re going to have to if you want me to show you.”

“Or you can just tell him. It is my understanding that he’s passable at programming.”

“Passable? Didn’t you make an AI when you were just—”

“There you go. No need to butter his ego. Just get it done.” She gave the tablet back to Tony.

Tony made a face at her. He’d wanted to see how Tucker worked. “Fine. Kid, give it to me.”

“Well, you’ll want to start with…”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Tucker, half jogging after ‘Romanov’ and Tony Stark. “You can’t just go tell this guy that there’s nazis everywhere. This whole place is,” he lowered his voice, “riddled with nazis. He could be a nazi. What we need to do is leave.”

“Director Fury is not a nazi,” said Romanov.

“You don’t know that. You saw some names of people you knew in those files, didn’t you? But there were code names, too. Literally anyone could be one of them.”

“Which is why we shouldn’t be having this conversation in the open.”

Romanov had only consented to bringing Tucker with them because Tony had pointed out that what he knew made him an assassination target. Tucker very much not enthused about that particular factoid, especially the part where it made him feel even worse about leaving Jazz and Sam with arrow boy.

“Hey,” he whispered to Tony, “d’you think that maybe, just maybe, she’s taking us to him because she is also a nazi?”

“She’s not,” said Tony, who was apparently a bit of an idiot once he got away from his area of expertise, in which he was godlike. “I’m at least eighty percent sure she would have just let me die that one time if she were a nazi, because I am staunchly anti-nazi, and also a superhero. It’d be pretty dumb of them to save my life, don’t you think?”

“Maybe that’s just what they want you to think.”

“If I can hear you,” snapped Romanov, “so can other people. Hurry up.”

They turned into a more populated hallway, and Romanov flashed a badge at a group of agents, who let her pass. She pressed her hand against a palm reader next to the door, which opened, revealing a tall, one-eyed black man and… Valerie?

“What are you doing here?” asked Tucker. But of course Valerie was here. She already had a track record of trusting really, incredibly sketchy people. Why not extend it?

“I’m trying to fix the problem your friend caused,” snapped Valerie.

“You dated him,” said Tucker.

Valerie stiffened. “And you made the problem worse. Do you have any idea what Park and Amity look like now?”

“Which Park and which Amity?” Tucker responded automatically.

“Okay,” said Tony, “whatever schoolyard tiff or middle school drama you two have going on right now can wait. We’ve got a massive problem.”

Fury could admit that he’d expected, had wanted, Foley to be wrong about SHIELD being infiltrated by a group calling themselves HYDRA.

But the evidence was extensive and damning. HYDRA was in SHIELD. In some places, it practically was SHIELD. And it was all discovered by a teenager via a built-in backdoor used by an organization Fury had never heard of before today.

They couldn’t afford to act on it now. Not with an alien invasion breathing down their necks. They couldn’t afford not to act on it. Not when Tucker Foley wouldn’t cooperate if they didn’t. Hell, neither would any of the rest of the heroes he’d recruited.

Something burned in his gut. SHIELD was supposed to be a shield for the world, not for a bunch of lunatics who were still fighting World War II and committing atrocities that civilized society didn’t even have names for. This was his life’s work, and it was all a lie.

But he had to put aside his anger and his grief. There was work to be done.

“Did you really not know?” asked Foley.

“No,” said Fury.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“He’s not going to do anything about it,” said Stark, flat and dry. “He’s got a potential alien army bearing down. He’s not going to split focus. That right?”

“What?” exclaimed Foley, leaning forward. “But that’s crazy. These are people doing real damage right now. You don’t know what the GIW’s been doing to Amity Park, and they’re the incompetent ones!”

“I’m aware. But at the moment, Loki is an existential threat for humanity as a whole, not just—”

“HYDRA is also an existential threat for humanity.” Foley clenched his fists. “Look, just give me back my staff, and I’ll take care of Loki for you. Then you don’t have to worry about it.”

“You weren’t exactly winning before,” said Natasha.

“I was doing better than you.”

“And your behavior has changed. The way you speak, the way you hold yourself… it’s different. That staff doesn’t just give you power, does it? It changes you somehow.”

Foley fidgeted. “You’ve got Dr. Bruce Banner with you. It’s not like you’re against that kind of thing in principle.”

“No, but we need to know we’re not just replacing one threat with another. Can you honestly say you won’t become one?”

“I can honestly say I will if you ignore the GIW and HYDRA!”

“Mr. Foley. Without knowing exactly who is and who is not a HYDRA agent, all I would be doing would be starting a bloody civil war that would, potentially, kill everyone on this plane in the crossfire. Do you want that?”

“No,” said Foley, “but I’m not working with HYDRA. You can’t expect Captain America to work with HYDRA.”

“No,” agreed Fury. “Having you directly involved with any but the most vetted of agents would be a mistake.” Foley would be far too easy to assassinate or disappear. “That’s why I’m sending you away. That’s why I’m sending all of you away.”

“I’m sorry, what?” said Stark, rising to his feet. “You can’t bring us here, say the world’s under attack by aliens, ghosts exist, and, oh, yeah, we have a HYDRA infestation, then tell us to leave.”

“Will you calm down and listen to me?” asked Fury, fixing Stark with a look. “I’m sending you away. As a group. Foley, I’m assuming you have some way to get in touch with whoever is piloting that blimp.”

“Yeah?”

“Fentonworks’ technologies are going to be better at tracking Fenton’s energy signature than whatever you and Dr. Banner jury-rigged out of Miss Gray’s suit, and if not, you can fix it. You’re bound to be able to adapt the rest of them into something useful for combat. Captain Rogers has experience leading small groups against covert and secretive operations and fortifications. Thor, as far as I can tell, has worked almost solely with small-group tactics, and knows his brother and Dr. Selvig. Natasha knows Barton, and given how competent he is, I’d bet my good eye that Loki has him working as his right hand.” Much like Fury occasionally did… although he used Coulson for that purpose far more often.

“Hopefully I know Barton better than Thor knows Loki.”

“Unless Loki actually brings his army through, you should, in theory, be a match for him, whoever he has brainwashed, and whatever mercenaries he’s managed to contact.”

“And if he does manage to bring his army through?” asked Stark. “Just saying, we haven’t done the best job at stopping it so far.”

“Then you call me.”

Foley cleared his throat. “Uh, about this Barton. He wouldn’t happen to really have a thing for arrows, would he?”

#danny phantom #op!DannyxMarvel au #dp/marvel #marvel/dp #dp/mcu #honestly I forget what tags I used on this fic before #life's great lie

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bittrlys · 9 months

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THE GOOD

Viren and Harrow scene

CRAB SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Young Viren

Viren selfcest (<- stream of consciousness note that I stand by, he needs to learn to love himself)

Aaravos and Viren had a baby <3 (I like that this twist about the child to save him only works for people who weren't already joking about this being their lovechild all last season)

The heavyhanded diaogue is lol but its nice to see Viren's internal journey ("DAD I'M FOLLOWING IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS" guys you really could have just shown that. But I guess Viren is literal even with his metaphors. I forgive him.)

Viren zoned the fuck out half the season still the best part of the show. But like I love the sense of crushing realization and weight of his thoughts. King of thinking <3

Nice to see Claudia also getting to do cool complicated things

Viren and Claudia literally carry the dramatic weight of the series on their shoulders -tm my friend

I appreciate that Terry continues to be down to clown

This blood elf assassin is hot ♥

I like the water elf design the coral horns are cool (and he looks like a Critical Role character)

I always love pirate towns so that's cool! And some brief actual intense stakes with the pirate captain.

Aaravos. FULL STOP. Like 10 lines of dialogue and he served with them all!

"If you see Claudia again tell her I said ..... hi" hahaa

THE BAD

The Rayllum (what was Callum even apologizing for?? Rayla just genuinely does not seem to like him.)

Janai immediately pivots in her belief because only villains are allowed to stick by their reasonable positions which oppose the desires of the main characters

Again, what changed Tidebound Tina's perspective and made her help them??? Characters will truly just change perspectives in a second if they're meant to be 'good' and not defy the main characters

Ezran is so entitled. Rayla is like oh this boat is a bad idea he's immediately like "WE NEED THAT ONE!" and then proceeds to get them all nearly murdered by pirates for some tadpoles and does not apologize at all.

That being said it seems the show just isn't that interested in Ezran or Rayla

Would it have killed them to include a scene showing why Rayla decides to show up and save the day in finale? She has no arc.

I understand the conclusion that Callum came to with ocean magic but I don't believe his process of getting there.

Can Janai do her damn job all she's ever shown doing is hanging out in her pyjamas pining and being in love. Tied with Zubeia who just hangs about talking about her husband and son all day.

THE UGLY

STOP WITH THIS DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS SHIT (why would the Archdragon of the Ocean give a damn about a human ruler? But like Oh! We Have To Respect A King!)

They show up to the library with only FIVE HOURS TO SUNSET instead of idk camping outside the city until the next dawn and coming in then. And then leave directly at sunset instead of giving themselves like an hour of wiggle room. Unreal!

They can't even let these entitled main characters even THINK Amaya died for their arrogance Like they can't even feel guilt about it for five seconds.

What's the point of having a deus ex machina dragon you insert in every scene to save their asses (god I need Zubeia dead) if she's just going to stand there and do literally nothing while Amaya is attacked. Rewatch that scene camera never cuts to Zubeia's face to even show her idk considering it? Being unable to help? Just get rid of this dragon already she weakens the plot to an absurd degree.

Zubeia surviving. Full stop.

Thunder killed off this group of elves for the crime of uhhhh doing weird blood rituals? Moonshadow elves (Thunder's personal hit squad) do blood rituals. Thunder just loves massacring any group of people who defy his tyranny.

It's surreal that Xadians NEVER comment on the humans in their midst like the show will not draw attention to the fact that humans are othered + marginalized. It perpetually feels like the writers are backtracking on lore they previously established because they don't want to make Xadians look bad.

Like I can believe a criminal port is full of all elements but this happens elsewhere in Xadia. Even the Archdragon of Ocean doesn't address the fact that Ezran is a human.

But it's not like the differences between humans and Xadians aren't noted because humans (like Amaya) still have to constantly grovel for Xadian approval + forgiveness. Like for WHAT. Should Amaya have to apologize to Rayla anymore than Rayla should apologize for coming to assassinate a 10-year-old Ezran in season 1?

for fucking tadpoles?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are UNSYMPATHETIC protagonists they literally will never face any consequences for any of their actions. Nothing really goes wrong for them -- they're always saved from trouble and they get everything ultimately handed them. They are supremely privileged, entitled people. Meanwhile Viren and Claudia go through 19 layers of hell just trying to get 1 thing done.

Overall I'd say it was better than season 4! 👍👍👍

#tdp critical #*

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Spontaneous thoughts I have on Jay's opinion with laughter. No serious spoilers are in this post!

Well, number one, he's an entertainer at heart. (If being a game show host in season 4 is anything to go by.) He loves pulling people along for the ride! Laugh for a while, have a distraction, because it's important to smile every now and then.

That being said, Jay does a lot of laughing himself. He's been told his laugh is sporadic, constantly changing, and utterly infectious. Knowing this, he uses his own mirth to open the opportunity for others to laugh along too. It's a love language in a way, even if he acts like a clown. He doesn't mind putting himself in embarrassing situations if it'll cheer someone up!

And number two, he loves cheering people up. It's so satisfying to see someone hold in their laughter and, finally, let it EXPLODE out! He swears he can see the tension roll off them, getting rid of some of the edge.

He loves nothing more than listening to people's happiness, seeing their smiles. He's cataloged everyone's laugh in his head. Kai has a hearty gut laugh that forces out air, Zane's has a constant low chuckle sound to it, Cole doesn't do it nearly enough but he's hiding this loud cackle, Lloyd's has changed over the years but it's always been giggly, he swears that Nya has hiccups, and so on.

Jay gets in very giggly and affectionate moods. Naturally, he's a little shit too. Combine these two together and you get a tickle monster gremlin on the loose. Sometimes it's obvious, and sometimes it's not. If all else fails then he will resort to devious methods.

He's not sorry at all for whatever, quote on quote, "damage" he causes when in this moods. He's stumbled on Kai being grumpy after losing too many times at a videogame and immediately turned that frown upside-down. Zane's not doing anything but reading, but Jay is still going to torment him by sneaking up behind him and skittering his neck before ducking away, making sure Zane goes back to reading... and then tickling him again!! Cole's trying to do push ups? No! Now Jay's sitting on his back and tickling him before he can do the next push up! Lloyd won't stop fussing and can't get out of an anxious loop, but Jay's got just the remedy for that. Introducing, The Tickle Monster! While Nya... something more along the lines of poking her when she tries to reach for a screwdriver.

Jay's proud to say he's lightening the hollow look in their eyes, easing the burdening even just for a few minutes. He'd do it all over again, whatever it takes to see them happy.

To his surprise, the team feels the same way about him. Which, uh, no guys! He went to clown college, he's got this handled. He doesn't have any problems laughing anyways... it's not like he needs it... right?

WRONG! (And the team want revenge for all his antics too, so win-win.)

Jay's been a complainer, always has been, it adds to his humor. However, it's hard to tell what he's truly feeling. He says what he feels sarcastically or uses jokes to divert attention, and anyone can try to use context clues to piece together the truth, but he doesn't say much about it in an honest manner. He says it like everyone should brush it off, it's not a concern, there are more important things at stake. He tries to smile to prove them wrong, no matter how exhausted he is. He'll be the butt-end of a joke one more time.

Not one more time after that and the team has had enough.

Jay needs a pick-me-up, everyone needs to get silly in some way. Zane turns on his funny switch and gets ready to blast meme songs, it's game-time. Cole will dance, even if he dropped out of performing arts school, and show all the stupid moves and purposefully trip up just to see a smile. Kai goes for dramatics, the classics, bumping into things and gasping with mock-offense and poorly done impersonations. Lloyd knows how to pull a good harmless prank too, which he knows Jay can always respect. Nya whips out some priceless facial expressions, all the silly faces a parent would use on a crying baby.

And it's a bonding activity for the team too, to see a side of each other they don't get to see very often. It's refreshing. (They realize too how Jay has placed this role on himself, and how they do expect that of him as well. All the more reason to get silly for a change!)

You know what? It works too! Jay smiles, albeit not wide enough for the silliness to stop. He watches Kai deliberately open a clearly pranked can, curtesy of Lloyd, and shrieks when fake snakes fly into his face. Cole walks in moments later to voice his "concern" for the noise, and Zane walks in at the same time and SLAM! They bump right into each other and go tumbling to the floor, but not without Zane wobbling around with cartoon slip effects before face-planting into the floor. One after another, Lloyd pops out of his hiding place giggling at the expense of his team. But he doesn't see Nya sneakily approaching from behind, Lloyd wipes a tear in time for Nya, comically timing, to shove a snake puppet in his face with a loud HISSSSSS. Lloyd practically see's the First Spinjitzu Master and collapses to the ground with a scream, landing on top of Kai in the process. Nya stands there, quiet, before looking at Jay with a stupid smug smirk, waving a jazz hand and her snake accomplice on the other.

"Tada." She says simply.

Jay was already in tears by the time Zane fell, and he's joined everyone on the floor without being pranked or anything. He's not just laughing, he's howling and pounding the ground with his fist. He's kicking his legs and screaming, hugging his arms to his stomach and he laughs and laughs. He tries to say something, anything, but all his efforts trail off as wheezes.

It's music to everyone's ears. Far too long has Jay been quiet with his half-smiles and small chuckles. Seeing Jay try to grasp his laughter and fail all over again was worth all the effort they planned. He was happy again.

There you are, is what their fond expressions say, we missed you.

Even if it's an embarrassing period of time, Jay didn't stop laughing all throughout the day. At dinner, he snorted into his food and had a coughing fit. He still didn't stop laughing after that either. Sensei Wu, ever so oblivious to his students, didn't understand why but knew it was good to see Jay laughing again.

But sometimes, even those jokes may not work. Of course, Jay can be stubborn at times. Thinking what good reason does he have to laugh right now? He's annoying, everyone doesn't hesitate to say it, and that joke is hitting too close to home.

So when that doesn't work, they too result to devious methods. Jay was never immune to his own attacks either.

Kai practically tackles him in training, starting a tickle fight just because one curl on Jay's head was too curly. Cole can pick him up effortlessly and noogie his head and tickle anywhere else while he's at it, nothing Jay can do about it except giggle and kick his legs. Zane pretends he is none of the wiser when giving Jay a massage, he's too tense near his lower back... if his hands wander to his sides then they must be worked on, stay still Jay! Nya's being distracting as Jay struggles to work on repairs. They're a week ahead of schedule Jay, relax for a change. If he doesn't put down that damn wrench then Nya is going to poke under his arm again. Lloyd's pranks consist of feathers, lots and lots of feathers, and hey! If you can't beat them, join them! What else are feathers good for besides fluttering them up and down Jay's neck and ears?

Jay's never quite laughed so much in his life, he thinks, which is an accomplishment. He's immensely grateful his team is willing to pull him from dark places, that they care enough to do so. Even when all is said and done, they pull him close and wrap him up in affectionate words too.

Yeah, Jay loves laughter.

His team loves Jay's laughter too.

But the best part is when they laugh together. That may truly be Jay's favorite part.

#pandas speaks #ninjago thoughts #how insane do you think i am from this post alone /rt #asking for a friend

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merp-blerp · 1 year

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I'm sorry if I'm insulting certain swifties, but I don't like the sudden theory that Midights was a breakup album the whole time. I understand the Jaylor breakup threw the fans for a loop, and we are used to clowning on average, but this theory... just doesn't make sense to me. Taylor and Joe were seen at least twice post-Midnights’s release before the breakup, so how could the album be about breaking-up with him? You think Taylor’s wrote breakup songs about him before they broke up, invisible stringing him along for a few months till she decided to call it quits? That’d be pretty mean of her. I don’t think anyone wants to believe that about her without proof. Maybe I’m misunderstanding the theory, but it just doesn’t make sense to me. And I’ve even seen people claiming that the breakup’s been hinted at since the Lover era. THE LOVER ERA! Come on, guys!

You can have any interpretation you’d like, but try not to connect it to Taylor’s personal life too hard to the point where you deluded yourself that you know her. She allows speculations like that, yes. But in moderation. Don’t be invasive. For example, I think songs like Ivy, Fearless, and I Know Places can have sapphic interpretations. Does that mean I’m labeling her as a lesbian or a sapphic person? No. I just like to interrupt songs through a sapphic lens sometimes ‘cause I’m a lesbian and want to relate on a personal level. I don’t think any of those songs are inherently sapphic just ‘cause I can interrupt them that way (except maybe Ivy, which tells a fictional story made up by Taylor). And I also don’t want to intrude on Tay’s life. If she’s queer that’s her business and she doesn’t owe the fans deep info on her sexuality. If she came out I’d be so happy for her; if she choose to “stay in the closet” or actively said that she wasn’t queer, I’d still be happy for her. In comparison, she doesn’t owe fans an explanation for what happened with Joe, so we shouldn’t make theories that intrude on both of them. Midnights could be interpreted as a breakup album, going through the stages of grief for a relationship, and it’s okay to do so. Does that mean it inherently is? It probably isn’t. It’s inherently about “sleepless nights scattered throughout [her] life” because she said so. We’ve known this since the first announcement.

I know that many of us thought Taylor and Joe were never going to breakup ‘cause they made us believe in love, and the breakup has really made us feel a lot of things; it’s made some fans feel hurt and want to blame something or someone to get rid of the pain. And God knows we don’t want to blame Taylor, so some people (baselessly) are picking on Joe. I myself only began to believe that the breakup rumors were even true once Taylor began to (seemingly) reference that she was now single (and I don’t regret doing that) and I made a whole post about how it made me feel. But no need for us swifties to lose our heads and stop heeding logic over this. No need to try to sniff out what happened, invading Joe and Taylor’s personal lives. No need to start rumors about Joe cheating on her or anything else without Taylor saying he did so. No need to start making fun of Joe’s looks or whatever (though, toxic swifties were doing that even while they were together, so maybe I can’t ask them to get rid of their cognitive dissonance and not bully people in the name of a woman who notoriously hates bullying). No need to start shipping Taylor with her friends; shipping real people can get really toxic if you aren’t careful, so I recommend abstaining from it if you can. Please just respect Joe and Taylor instead of trying to find drama where there is seemingly none. They could’ve broken up amicably, have you considered that? We don’t even know where to look for drama right now in this situation. So many good things are happening with Taylor, like her breaking records yet again like the queen she is, so let’s try to focus on that. I too want the best for Taylor and don’t want to lift up those who’ve hurt her for no good reason, but we don’t know if Joe did anything. Keep cool while we slowly learn more—and I mean slowly—and respect those who deserve to be respected.

#taylor swift #joe alwyn #swifties #swiftie #taylor swift theory #jaylor #toe #swiftalwyn #fandoms #gaylor #←because I mentioned some queer stuff #sorry if that’s baiting—I don’t know if it is #I think that tag somewhat belongs here…

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Could we have a scene where Jack has to get rid of his new rival Jähk who is taking away Alice's attention?

Pfffffffhahahaha! Oh that's a hilarious image. Thanks for sharing this funny idea with me.

For those of you in the fandom unaware, Jähk is the creation of Skrobnaught over on twitter. In a sense, it's an off-brand/muppet version of Jack. You can check out the various hilarious pictures of Jähk here, here, here, and here. There's even an Ian version here.

It's such a fun and silly series of pictures. I did imagine Alice giving Jähk a hug after seeing that picture where he's crying, but now you've got me thinking of what sort of scenario this little muppet might appear as an unintentional rival for Jack.

Since Jähk can be a horny little guy because he was made from a horny big guy like Jack, let's pause here to remind everyone that this series is for Adults Only. Some of this silly ramble gets a bit spicy.

Anyway, I'm thinking it all starts innocently enough because of Honey Bunny. Come to think of it, she looks kind of like Jähk in some ways, doesn't she?

Jack encourages Alice's playful side, which includes playing with this adorable little puppet that means so much to her. However, that's the only puppet Alice has, so he can't borrow another puppet to have some fun back and forth banter with "Honey Bunny" as another character on the same level.

What's a silly clown to do? Why, use a bit of supernatural ghost manifestation powers TV magic to summon up a puppet of his own, just like his spiffy robe and pajamas!

Instead of going with a little animal friend like Honey Bunny, Jack makes little Jähk, complete with silly spelling and making silly sounds. It's just a little innocent fun and goofing around. He treats Jähk like it's a real little person, even "arguing" with him at times... and winds up getting a little too into the play.

With this little puppet being made from the same supernatural forces that make up his actual body, pairing that with his issues against himself, particularly the identity of who he is verses the identity of Sunny Day Jack... he accidentally puts a piece of himself in the puppet, and thus Jähk starts acting on his own... and of course, being a part of Jack, he also loves Alice just as much.

At first Alice thinks it's just Jack taking the game a bit too far, and he tries to convince himself that's all it is, but Jähk starts acting up, expressing more of his shameless desires. After all, that's the sort of silly character he presented Jähk to be. It was to match Alice's energy, as she's always used Honey Bunny to express things she was struggled to say aloud, so she's made her puppet act extra silly and shameless, even smooching Jack for her. Because of that, Jack made Jähk just as shameless, so when Jähk got a life of his own... it's basically a part of Jack that he's been trying to suppress behind his bright and shiny mask as Sunny Day Jack.

Now, even while playing a bit more shamelessly, Jack didn't go too far, mostly just having Jähk smooch Alice and Honey Bunny, maybe being very silly and a bit suggestive. Once Jähk has a life of his own though, he starts getting a lot more shameless, burying his face in Alice's cleavage, squeezing her soft curves, and all that good stuff. It's fortunate that she's used to this behavior to an extent from Jack since they'd be lovers at this point, but it's still a bit startling when the puppet Jack was playing around with actually comes alive and moves on its own.

Jack, of course, tries to reign in Jähk, make him go away... but Jähk is just a part of himself, one he accidentally manifested as its own entity. He's been denying parts of himself in order to be the perfect image of Sunny Day Jack, and now that he has an outlet to express that... a part of him won't let it go. After all, he can be both shameless and squeaky clean Sunny Day Jack at the same time. It's a win-win!

Naturally, Jack doesn't consciously realize this is him essentially rebelling against the persona he's trying to live up to and express himself more. It's a very complicated situation mentally all around, under the silly guise of a supernaturally made puppet that's running wild, being very silly, and loving with his sunshine without shame or reservation.

When it becomes apparent to Alice that Jähk is now a new invisible roommate for her to live with... it's kind of surreal, especially since he's a silly miniature version of Jack. It's still Jack, even just part of him, and with that connection between them, she wouldn't help but feel affection towards Jähk, especially when he acts scared at the idea of Jack making him go away for good. Poor little guy clings to her, shaking and crying, womping pitifully at her, and her heart goes out to him. She asks Jack if they couldn't just keep the little guy around for a little while.

Jack doesn't want to deny his sunshine anything, and Sunny Day Jack certainly wouldn't bully such a pitiful little guy, so he has to give in. Though a part of him doesn't want Jähk around very strongly, because it's a more shameless version of him... those desires that don't quite fit the character of Sunny Day Jack, and Jack can't stop being the character or he'll be left unloved and forgotten. It's not that he hates Jähk. I mean, Sunny Day Jack doesn't hate anybody! It's just, well... there's a time and a place for nonsense, and Jähk needs to learn how to behave.

Of course there's mixed feelings when Alice dotes on Jähk. She's still doting on him, but at the same time it's that shameful part of him that he denies exists, and Jack can't help but feel a little jealous. Of course, he won't ever admit that he's jealous, even to himself, since that's something out of character for Sunny Day Jack... but of course Jähk doesn't have a problem expressing Jack's inner jealousy.

So Jack tries to be sneaky about it... but Jähk is still Jack, so it's a sort of Tom and Jerry game of cat and mouse. Some wacky shenanigans happen behind Alice's back as Jack tries to make Jähk disappear, and Jähk thwarts him, getting to the safety of Alice's arms so Jack can't do anything.

Understandably, Jack can get pretty frustrated by this.

Alice is perceptive to Jack's emotional needs though, and she would make sure to show plenty of affection to him... which Jähk gets jealous of. Sure they can share cuddle time, but not sexy times. Alice might've grown up with a love of her personal puppet pal, but it's definitely not a fetish of hers, so she's not thinking of Jähk that way, no matter how suggestive he gets.

Jähk can't go too far with the sexual advances either due to Alice's discomfort. Although he's the more shameless side of Jack, Jähk still has limits when it comes to his sunshine's consent and happiness. He mopes that she won't sit on his face and let him eat her out or do other naughty things, but since she's not comfortable doing it, he won't do it... though he will cling and cuddle more instead.

He'll also watch.

Jack, naturally, gets a bit more needy for Alice's attention because of Jähk trying to monopolize her time. Interestingly enough, this would be a good way for Jack to indulge in his voyeurism and exhibitionism fetishes. Alice isn't comfortable with other people seeing/hearing her do smutty things besides her partner, but Jähk is just a puppet made from Jack's supernatural powers. He's a part of Jack, so he doesn't count as a different person! He's just like Honey Bunny, only supernaturally powered. So it's not really like someone else is watching, right?

It's embarrassing and a bit awkward for Alice to be watched by a pair of puppets, but Jack is very good at distracting her. Jähk might not be able to do anything himself, but being part of Jack, he's not going to turn down the opportunity to watch his sunshine writhe in pleasure.

Plus, Jähk is a part of Jack. He has the same connection to Alice that Jack does, so he's going to be able to feel his sunshine's pleasure just like Jack can. He might not have the parts necessarily, since he is a puppet, but he can pantomime when necessary and make noises when appropriate.

Despite only making silly noises like "womp," Jack and Alice can both understand what Jähk is saying perfectly. Jähk is exploiting that mind reading/projecting ability. While Alice has no idea how she can understand Jähk, Jack knows full well.

Which makes it all the more embarrassing when Jähk gives silly praising commentary to Alice during a very intimate moment with Jack. Jähk is much more dirty with his language and innuendo than Jack is, his womping serving as a perfect G-rated bit of censorship so Jähk won't break the Sunny Day Jack persona too much. Even Jähk's shamelessness has limits after all.

Jack, naturally, does have mixed feelings about Jähk talking dirty to Alice and embarrassing her like that, but... at the same time it's arousing seeing her get so flustered... and after all the part of him that he's suppressing has some pretty naughty thoughts. It's an excuse to express that side he's suppressing, so he sort of... tries to ignore it and keep going, touching, kissing, and loving Alice thoroughly, while giving Jähk a show.

...

"Aww... don't cover your mouth, sunshine. I want to hear your pretty moans and hear you say my name. Let him hear you say it."

Jack had Alice in his lap, spooning her from behind. Their clothes were already gone and he had his fingers pumping slowly in and out of her wet pussy, spreading her open for their little audience made of felt. Though she tried to stop the shameful noises from coming from her mouth, she couldn't help but mewl Jack's name or the way her hips squirmed from his ministrations. Her face was red, mortified, and she couldn't look directly at Jähk, who watched from a front row seat directly between her legs.

"J-Jack! Jack... th-this is embarrassing! He can see...!"

"It's okay," Jack cooed as he nipped at Alice's neck. "Let him watch. Let him see just how much you love me."

"Womp! Womp!"

Alice sputtered at the lewd commentary, and her hands flew up to cover her face. "Oh my God, Jähk!" She never would've imagined hearing a puppet say something like that about her!

"Now, now, that kind of language isn't necessary, Jähk," Jack chided, though a part of him enjoyed how Alice squeezed his fingers when she was embarrassed. She was getting so worked up by being watched, and it gave him a thrill. "But he does have a point, sunshine. You're so wet. Maybe we should have an audience more often."

"Jack... this is... I..." Alice struggled to speak, but Jack was just so good with his fingers. He had a way of making it hard to care about anything else but the love and pleasure he showed her.

"Womp womp wooomp~!"

Alice let out a strangled squeak, and Jack chuckled against her ear. "Don't worry about a thing, Alice," he practically purred. "Just relax and let me take care of you, sunshine."

...

Oop, I think I wound up writing a slightly different scene involving Jähk than prompted. Sorry about that?

Anyway, Jack still is going to want to get rid of any rivals for his sunshine's attention, even if he gets an opportunity to play with his exhibitionism and voyeurism kinks for once. He can't just make Jähk disappear, since that wasn't working... so he comes up with an alternative solution.

If Jack can't make Jähk go away, and Jähk won't fall for any of his usual tactics to get rid of a rival... then maybe he has to get creative.

After all, like the saying goes, "if you can't beat them, join them."

...

It had been strange since Jähk entered their lives, but Alice couldn't help but have a bit of a soft spot for the silly little puppet. Jack had gone to "take care" of something, leaving her to watch TV on the sofa with the little puppet happily cuddled against her chest, focusing more on the softness of her breasts than whatever was playing on the screen.

"Womp, womp," Jähk sighed happily.

Alice stroked Jähk's head and chuckled a bit both at the silly puppet and the situation. "I'm glad you're happy."

"Sunshine, could you come here please?" Jack called from the other room. "I need your help with something. It's a surprise for Jähk~"

Jähk eyed the bedroom door with suspicion as he clung to Alice possessively. He wasn't ready to give up cuddle time with his sunshine, and he didn't trust whatever surprise Jack had that involved him. "Womp womp?"

Despite the barb, Jack laughed. "No, silly, I'm not going on a vacation. I've got a present I think you'll just love."

Alice perked up curiously. She was aware of the tension that hung in the air between Jack and Jähk. It was exhausting playing mediator at times. She stood up and went to the bedroom, cradling a suspicious Jähk in her arms, as she hoped this somehow might resolve some of the tension. "What is it?"

"I made a new member of the family," Jack said as he gestured with a flourish to the bed. On it sat a new puppet, one that looked a lot like Alice. "Ta da~! Meet Jähk's best friend Ählis!"

Alice gasped, startled by her miniature felt doppelgänger. Ählis looked a lot like her, but with features as silly and distorted as Jähk was compared to Jack.

Jähk dropped his mouth open wide in shock. He didn't even react as Jack snatched him up and placed him down on the bed directly in front of Ählis. After a moment, he recovered to let out a squeaky, "Womp!"

"That's right, Jähk," Jack said with a satisfied smile, his demeanor bright and enthusiastic. "It's your very own sunshine to love and cuddle with. Now you don't have to feel left out anymore."

Jähk eyed the still puppet that looked like Alice with suspicion. He didn't want to reject Ählis, but she wasn't the same as Alice... This doll lacked the same warmth she possessed.

Alice examined her miniature counterpart up close as well, noticing a lot of little details that Jack added to Ählis, such as her scar and making her smaller than Jähk. "So... is she... alive too?"

"Actually, that's what I need your help with, Alice," Jack said as he flashed Alice a big smile. "Would you mind helping Ählis get to know Jähk a little? You know, really put a little life into his sunshine for us."

"Me?" Alice asked as she cocked her head slightly. "You're the one with the powers."

Jack offered Alice a wry smile. "You have a lot more power than you realize, sunspot. Just give it a try. Please? For me and Jähk?"

Alice couldn't resist it when Jack looked at her with those big soulful eyes, and when Jähk joined in with a similar look, she caved. She sat on the bed and put Ählis in her lap. She tried to imagine what this miniature version of her would act like, and it came to her quickly after spending a couple weeks with a silly little guy like Jähk around.

"Meep meep?" Alice said for Ählis as she waved the puppet's little felt hand at Jähk.

Jähk jumped and stared at Ählis in surprise again, mouth hanging open, before he quickly bounced excitedly towards the other puppet. "Womp womp!" He shook the hand that Alice had waved towards him and gave the other puppet a hug. "Womp womp!"

Alice giggled at the cuteness of the moment and quickly got caught up in the game. "Meep!" she pretended to squeak in surprise before she moved Ählis to nuzzle her head against Jähk.

"Womp womp, womp," Jähk said, his voice softening a bit before he started planting kisses all over Ählis' face.

Alice giggled at the sight and made Ählis squirm a little, her "meep"s distorted by her laughter.

It was an adorable scene, one that was almost innocent, but Jack watched in anticipation as Alice helped Ählis come alive in their play.

Jähk pulled back and took Ählis' hand in both of his, stroking it as he made happy noises, professing his love for his sunshine in his silly made up language. Some of the things he said made Alice blush a bit, her eyes darting over to Jack who looked back at her with a loving gaze.

By the end of the speech, Alice felt flustered. Jack had a way with words, and Jähk took after him in that department. The way Jähk spoke to Ählis made her feel similar to when Jack first used the silly little puppet to flirt with her and Honey Bunny. It left her feeling a bit too shy to speak.

Which was why Alice jumped when she heard an embarrassed squeak of, "Meep!" that she didn't make.

Ählis brought her hands up over her face, completely unassisted, and squeaked again as Jähk wrapped his arms around her, snuggling close to the now living puppet.

Alice let out a similar startled squeak as her felt counterpart when Jack scooped her up into his own hug.

"You did it, Alice!" Jack said triumphantly. "Now you don't have to worry about Jähk feeling forgotten anymore. Isn't that fantastic?"

Was it? Alice wasn't too sure. Gaining another living puppet as an invisible roommate just made her life that much weirder.

Still, despite the weirdness, Alice couldn't help but admit that they made an adorable pair. Somehow she could feel the warmth between the two as they held each other close. Seeing Jähk cuddling up to a blushing Ählis, who happily snuggled into his arms made Alice want to lean into her own cuddly partner, who was only too happy to snuggle her in return.

"I guess they are pretty cute together," Alice admitted as she rested her cheek against Jack's shoulder and watched the two puppets snuggle.

It was an innocent scene... until it suddenly wasn't. While Alice wasn't comfortable with Jähk doing perverted things to her, Ählis had no such reservations, and soon miniature clothes went flying as the puppets' mouths and hands went to indecent places on one another's felt bodies.

Alice turned bright red as she turned away and brought a hand up in front of her face to act as a blinder. "Whoa! Okay, time to go." She tried to stand, but she was locked up tight in Jack's gentle but firm grip. She turned towards her boyfriend, confused, only to gasp as his lips met hers.

"Actually...," Jack murmured before kissing Alice again, "I was hoping we could keep playing a little longer, sunspot." He moved on to kiss her neck, eliciting a shiver and a small moan from his lover. "I think Jähk and Ählis want us to stay and watch their show."

Alice sputtered, her face red from the implications and from what was going on in her bed only feet away from them. Somehow seeing a miniature version of herself and her boyfriend making love was almost as mortifying as when Jähk watched her and Jack make love before.

"Womp womp. Womp, womp~!"

"Meep! Meep meep meeeep!"

Alice outright gawked at the pair and her blush spread down to her neck.

Just like how Jähk could say things Jack wouldn't be able to, Ählis had no reservations with saying things that Alice thought about but was always far too mortified to say even while she and Jack were acting out those very perverted thoughts.

Jack smiled in amusement at the way their doll-like doppelgängers made love without reservation or shame. As his hands crept up underneath Alice's shirt and his lips went back to her neck, he decided to see if he could coax his sunshine into being a little more honest with what she wanted as well.

...

Yes, the problem gets resolved with a silly and smutty happy ending. I kind of have a fondness for happy endings with my OTP if you haven't noticed by now. ;3 I hope you enjoyed this silly and spicy little romp~

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