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1cecreamwillfixit · 2 months

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can you do a general sub hc’ for Kite? 🥺

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕦𝕓 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Hey :)

so i know its been a while, but i'm on my 4th HxH rewatch and i cannot get this man out of my head

its been a while since i've written anything but i actually really enjoyed doing this again, i'll add a longer explanation of where i've been at the end for anyone who's interested

i originally started writing this at @crysatoru’s request for sub hxh, and then never finished it, but now i finally have

Character: Kite (Kaito)

This work is NSFW

THIS. MAN.

as always, starting with general kinks

hair pulling - not to state the obvious or anything but... like, obviously! but i feel like this can be both sexual and non-sexual for him - some days all he needs is the calming sensation of you weaving your fingers through his hair and your nails dragging gently across his scalp, but others he needs you to tug it so hard his head falls back with it, needs to feel the harsh scrape of your nails. he can get so worked up from just a few simple tugs, having to bite his lips to conceal the embarrassing noises threatening to slip from his lips. even just brushing through his hair on some days can have him stuttering over his words, eyebrows pinched with that needy look in his eyes as tingles of pleasure run down his spine

praise - he can get surprisingly needy when in a submissive headspace, he just needs to be told how good he’s behaving for you. he doesn’t seem the type coz he’s very independent in day to day life, but he needs the reassurance when he’s being vulnerable. at first he tried to deny the effect your words had on him, but you could see right through him and kept going

humiliation - especially if you’ve not even said anything. just a condescending look is enough to make him lose his mind, to get him whimpering like a lil puppy. calling him needy works wonders as well, he gets so ashamed about the way he's behaving, but he just cant help it; he needs you! if you really want to play into his not so subtle kink, have him get off while you watch. whether it be with just his hands, a toy, a pillow, the possibilities are endless and he'll be blushing crimson under your attention. not to mention how much his cock drools at the humiliation. call him out on his mess and he may just (com)bust on the spot

overstimulation - only on select days when he's feeling really pent up, but this man is such a sucker for overstim. play with him however you want, he gets more and more sensitive with each orgasm you pull from him. he gets so sensitive that by the end he can cum from nipple play alone, writhing in the sheets as you twist and suck on the little buds. he'll whine that its 'too much' and that he 'cant cum any more' but you've proven time and time again that he definitely can, wringing orgasm after orgasm until he's cumming dry. this is only for very intense scenes however, usually he just needs 2 or 3 orgasms before he's sated

choking - see, he's not actaully a huge fan of being choked, like actually having your fingers pressing down on his jugular doesn't do much for him, but if you just put your hand around his throat with no force it drives him crazy. something about the idea that you could hurt him gets him so needy, but he doesn't like the actual sensation of being choked. he likes the way he feels so small under you like this, so contained, almost trapped under you by just your hand alone. he submits so readily when he's in this position, eyes glazing over with need and lust

lingerie - maybe this is just me, but he'd look stunning in some pretty lace panties, maybe with the matching stockings. he'd be so ashamed when you first suggest it, but the look on your face when he eventually tried it made him change his mind. you spent hours toying with him, praising him, worshipping him and you promised to buy him as many pretty sets as he wanted

sensitive everywhere

as i mentioned earlier, he loves having his nipples played with

gets worked up if you run your hands over his chest too much, even through clothes

shy

super shy even

he didnt get much chance to explore his kinks til he met you, so he struggles to talk about them openly

always so ashamed when you catch on to a new kink

will occasionally dabble in anal play

both giving and recieving

especially enjoys if you finger him while giving head

killer combo for long overstim sessions

always so desperate to make you feel good too, a true service sub at heart

the first time you tried 69ing he was in heaven

quickest orgasm he's ever had, he just couldn't hold himself back

rarely cries, even when he's being overstimmed to hell and back

so when he does he's the most beautiful sight to behold

blushes pink when you call him pretty

even more if you do it where others can hear you

quite a private person, so he gets so embarrassed whenever anyone catches you doing anything remotely intimate

secretly (or not so secretly) loves it tho

you'll never bring up the time when he came in his pants when one of his coworkers caught you feeling him up, but you keep it in your mind

Thanks so much for reading, any engagement is much appreciated, i love reading peoples comments :)

you can find my other work for this character here

and you can find my masterlist here

as i mentioned, i've not been particularly active for the last year and a half, mostly due to the fact that my general interests moved on from what i was writing

additionally, i used to write to procrastinate from exams and assignments and to distract myself, but writing for tumblr sort of became an assignment for me as i want the people who request to feel satisfied with my work, so i just decided to stop writing altogether

im not really sure how much more im going to write over the next few months, so feel free to request something, but its quite unlikely that i'll write your request any time soon

anyway, thank you so much for reading this, i hope you're having a lovely day :)

#anime #hunter x hunter #hxh #sub hxh #kite hxh #kite hunter x hunter #sub kite #kite x reader

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 months

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2/24 - 3/2/2024

For the last couple months, I've been working my way through Pravesh Bhardwaj's favorite short stories of 2023, and not enjoying a lot of them. Maybe Bhardwaj and I just have different taste, but I kept thinking to myself, "so what? why did we just spend this time with these characters?" or, alternately, grating at the "reveals," because I kept receiving them as weirdly trite. Trite in ways that I guess I don't associate with contemporary fiction. Like, ohhh he killed the friend for drugs! or She was in a mental hospital! Like, what is this, an episode of Law and Order?

But there is also a voice inside me that's like, I think you're reading these uncharitably, because these writers aren't stupid and don't seem like the type to condescend to the sensational and probably aren't actually doing that. Maybe it's YOUR brain failing to read for nuance. And in the case of "spending time with these characters," I was like, what am I wanting, exactly? A plot? A thesis? The former doesn't sound like me; I almost never read anything for the plot. As for theses, maybe?? But it's not like I wanted some heavy-handed symbol or Meaning-Laden Scene to come bursting through the door like the Kool-Aid Man. I like reading things that are just studies of a character's life. "People sitting around" is my favorite genre. I still felt like I kept coming up short after reading them, though, like, is that it? Is there no meaning to this? (Am I blind to the meaning? Am I blinding myself because I'm imposing some rigid set of expectations or "shoulds" onto things instead of reading openly and with some semblance of intelligence?)

I thought maybe I just don't want a short story right now, and need something longer. I really enjoyed the novella Make it Black by Andre Dubus III, which really is just a lady sitting with people and driving around. But even then, toward the end I felt like the meaning got a little too pointed, even though I've been grumbling this whole time about the ~meaning of it all not being pointed enough.

But then I was like, oh, lmao, you know what all of this actually sounds like? I'M PROBABLY JUST DEPRESSED AND BURNT OUT. (Cue realization hitting as though these things haven't been true for years, albeit manifested in ways other than these very specific ruminations on short stories.)

Writing-wise, I can only hope that what I am writing is also secretly good, like those short stories probably are. I didn't write very much this week, though I read the aforementioned Make it Black, and Chapters 86-88 of Bleach. I did write for a couple hours yesterday, which was a decent enough time. I found myself wanting to write a lot this week, and then not doing it. In addition to my generally just being a wet husk of a person, this week has been acutely sad. My sister had to put her dog to sleep on Sunday, so this week I've spent most of my free time energy being sporadically weepy about that and trying to send my sister long-distance love. It's one of those things where I was like, god, I really want to write, because I want to process this grief through fanfic. But after going to job-work and doing the laborious work of Being Sad, I was just like, I am too exhausted to do anything else, I barely did THOSE things.

I was struggling to remember what, exactly, I wrote yesterday--because it continues to be drop-in scenes in the Hisagi chapter--but it looks like it was some overwrought Hisagi thoughts about Matsumoto I'll probably delete, some Hitsugaya paragraphs that took 19 years to write apiece, some jinzen lore, and this exchange between Hisagi and Rukia:

“We’re not going anywhere. No one’s going anywhere. Just rest,” Hisagi says. How he manages to make the truth sound so unconvincing is beyond him. There’s an unbridled terror in her eyes that Hisagi does not know how to handle. The 4th makes it look so easy.

Kuchiki locks onto Hisagi. Maybe she can see his terror, too. He watches as hers closes itself behind an impassive mask, eyes hardening into dark stones. She, too, makes it look easy, though the green tinge to her cheeks and the new beads of sweat at her brow, already weeping down her temples, betray her.

“The thing I did with the hell butterfly. That’s what you’re feeling. It should help. It will help.” Hisagi tries to sound as reassuring as possible.

Kuchiki looks less than reassured, though more put out by the notion than terrified by it. So there’s that.

"In the Living World, Kurosaki Isshin is a human doctor. But I also saw him successfully operate on a dog once," Kuchiki informs him. “He was very good at it. Even so, I don’t know that I would expect a dog doctor to operate on a human.”

It’s unclear whether the statement is encouragement or insult, but Hisagi has published enough Kuchiki poetry to know that it is likely intended as both.

“Akon handled the actual surgery,” Hisagi offers.

This Kuchiki cannot be won over. “Perhaps it would suffice if it were Ichigo. If Ichigo needed the operation, I mean. He’s very good at that.”

“At... being a dog?”

“At enduring what he’s given.”

#stories for the sea

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smokeahontas7 · 1 year

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Botany - Ch.2

pairing: (pre-ellie)!Joel Miller x OFC!Juliette Dacre

summary: Joel sees what the toll of jane work takes on Juliette and intends to make it right.

5k words

a/n: this is self indulgent!! thank you for the love and your patience with me about updating, feedback and reblogs really help, it makes me feel good we're all swapping good stories! side note, the nickname terco is used by juliette to joel, it means stubborn

warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENAGE: THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE HEAVY, PLEASE READ WITH CARE!: smut, unprotected P in V, age gap (juliette is in her late 20's, Joel is 52 at this time), implied mentions of sex work (jane work is sex work), mentions of poisoning/murder, implied mentions of sexual assault/group rape, insecure!joel, ptsd!joel, daddy kink!joel because i just couldn't resist lol, dry humping, dirty talk, praise kink, joel is a fan of condescending nicknames

you can read botany ch.1 here !!

It takes Joel 4 days to get back to her, each one dragging by longer than the next as thoughts and visions of her kept him warmer than the miserably humid summer nights. He laid awake, arms crossed over his chest as he stared up at the swirling stars and constellations. Somehow they'd aligned just right for him and Juliette to be alive at the same time, in the same place. He didn't want to fuck it up by rushing in and overwhelming her, or making her feel 'obligated' to him just because he'd done her some favors. He decided in his head he'd let her lead. She was young-- probably no more than a child when the outbreak happened. She would never know the simple pleasures of the courting phase he would've done before the world went to shit. How he would've been a gentlemen, brought her flowers, taken her to dinner and a movie where he'd classically stretch out and put his arm around her. A kiss goodnight, but nothing more. He figured he could still do one thing, discreetly gathering wildflowers for her along with the nightshade he had been collecting in a large trash bag, nearly triple the amount she'd asked for with the mason jars. Although Tommy poked and prodded about what the plant was for, and Tess off handedly called her a princess again for not coming out to harvest it herself, he kept Juliette's secret safe and to himself.

maybe she is a princess He thought to himself, for entirely different reasons. Princesses need protecting-- be it a tower, a knight in shining armor, a dragon. He would keep her safe, by any means necessary.

He headed to her apartment as soon as he returned to the QZ on the 4th day, but after a few knocks and no response, he decided to check the garden, where she was 90% of the time. He made his way through the woods, coming away to the hidden trove just between the river outside the QZ walls and her place. He felt his breath inadvertently hitch, heart rate picking up when he spots a pair of feet first, toenails painted with daisy yellow catching his eye, looking like they belonged amongst the yellows, purples, and blues of the wild flower patch she was laying in. He selfishly admired her crossed legs bare and bathed in sun a moment longer before making his presence known.

"Hey, Peach." He calls out to her by a name only he would know, so she'd know it was him.

"Hey, Tex." She calls back, he smiles a little. Whenever his accent was particularly prominent, she'd drop the monicker on him, specially when he'd call her things like, 'darlin', honey, little lady.'

As Joel gets closer, he slowly takes her in the more she comes in to view, laying out on a blanket in the sun, sucking on a plant he didn't immediately recognize. His eyes skimmed down the curve of her knee and followed to where the hem of her sun dress pooled at her thighs, a flash of soft pink panties from where he was standing that felt both innocent and deliberate, reserved for his viewing pleasure either way. He swallowed thickly, quickly setting his sight back to her dress, taking notice in familiar looking white flowers strewn about her chest.

"Honeysuckle?" He identifies, taken farther back than he's ever been in years to his childhood, memories of walking home from school and picking the flowers off the bushes with Tommy, sucking the sweet nectar that still made his mouth water when remembering the taste. This is what he loves most about being around her-- she makes him forget any heavy feelings he may be carrying, his body language visibly relaxing as his hard exterior melted away whenever it was just him and her, his personified whiskey and hydro.

"Mhm. Want some ?" Enchanted, he watches as she uses the tip of her thumb nail to pop the green cap off the flower, delicate fingers pulling the middle string of the bloom and drawing out the nectar drop before sucking it away into her mouth. She pats the empty side of the blanket, he doesn't hesitate to set his pack and the bag of belladonna down to sit beside her, an activity they'd done together many times before, so why did it feel so different ? He hadn't been able to notice from afar, but getting a better look at her up close, Joel felt his heart skip and sink upon noticing significant bruising about her arms, neck, and chest.

"Jesus christ, Juliette--" He looked her over more intently, noticing mostly cuts and bruises in the visible shape of fingerprints and grabbing hands. She could see the sense of urgency and anger in his eyes.

"You should see the other guy.." She said with the air of a laugh, but he was greatly aware of how her hands slightly trembled as she fiddled with a honeysuckle. A big part of him wants to tell her this operation is over, it's too dangerous. He'll hide her away, provide for her, do whatever he needs to do so she'll never have to do jane work again-- but he swallows his words and decides based off her shaken demeanor, that this last time must've really rattled her, and she needs him to be there for here. She needs him to show her safety and comfort in contrast to the fear and pain she'd been put through.

"Where is the other guy ?"

"Dead. Both of them."

Joel takes a deep breath through his nose and lets a sigh of mixed anger and relief out, leaning back against a tree as he rubbed his face first, then a gentle hand over her knee.

"You alright, darlin'?" He feels the muscles of her legs relax under his touch, she only nods, the softest smile upon her face. He knows she's lying, he can see the frayed threads of her put togetherness falling apart, but she won't let herself fully feel it yet. Joel stretches his legs out in front of him and kicks them under the space her knees are crossed and bent, letting the weight of them rest across his lap, and pulling one of her bare feet into his hands, beginning to apply pressure with his fingers. Juliette let out a comfortable sigh, eyes fluttering closed when the sun streamed through the shaded area and warmed her face.

"Like your nail polish." He compliments earnestly after a beat of listening to the summer breeze rustling through the trees, thumb running over the smooth color in admiration, he couldn't help but notice her smile a little, relax.

"Thank you."

"Tell me what happened." He said, moving his hands from her feet and pressing into the sides of her calves, relieving any tension there and showing care to her bruises with soft touch.

"Not much to say. They tried to hurt me, so I hurt them back. Now they'll never hurt anyone, ever again... Sorry I couldn't stay out of trouble." The way she said it so calmly, gently, as if she were explaining herself to a child astounded him. She had little to no emotion, no looming remorse, though he didn't expect her to. She just seemed very, very, tired, but the apology sincere.

"Don't apologize. Trouble sought you out, you showed 'em what for. I'm proud of you." If he'd blinked he would've missed it, a quiver in her lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as she let out a breath when he pressed his thumbs into a pleasing spot in the arch of her foot.

"Guards aren't allowed to use a Jane in groups.. but when I showed up to my assignment, there were 3 of them there." Juliette's throat went dry, she paused a second. He could feel rage rising and boiling his blood, but he kept on with the massage, dropping one foot in his lap to start on the other.

"I only had enough poison for 1 guard, and I panicked-- I haven't gotten to the sex part of Jane work in about a year." He put this bit of information away, trying his best not to seem so surprised-- relieved she got them before they got her.

"The nightshade sets in right during their bath, every time, I've got the dosage perfect-- I've been working with a new poison. Remember the monk's hood I showed you ?" Joel glanced around the garden, remembering a growing green baby stalk that had a few healthy royal purple blooms on them. He inwardly chuckled. Of course it was a poison, he had thought it was just a pretty flower she liked, having watched her tend to it daily with the most love and care.

"Yea, over there." He pointed, she nodded.

"I have some soaking for a tincture, but it's not ready yet. So I took the blade you gave me, and I used it to cut the root and the flowers up until they were mushy, like a paste. I let it dry on there, and I took it with me, just in case.. as soon as I saw three of them in that room... I didn't want anyone to have the chance to hold me down. I didn't think. Nobody expected it. I didn't even have to stab to kill, just the knife making contact with their skin, in their blood-- it set in faster than I thought it would." She looked over at him, eye to eye for the first time of the evening, unmistakably scared.

"I'm so fucked, Joel, I only got 2 of them-- and the other one took my bag with him, it has the nightshade tincture in it-- you can't tell what it is in the amber colored bottle, but even if he doesn't figure that out, he saw me kill 2 guards." Joel's heart began to race, but he didn't let on. He needed to remain calm, for her peace of mind.

"How long ago ?" "Two days." He mulled it over, never once faltering in the opportunity it was to touch her, make her feel good, in any capacity. Two days of silence could've meant anything. She either got away with it, or FEDRA had silent eyes on her every move, waiting for her to slip up and lead them to something bigger. "I'll fix it." He promises, though he admits to himself he doesn't immediately know how. She sits up right away, legs still draped across his lap, looking at him with a mix of sympathy and bewilderment, as if he hadn't heard a word she just said. "There's no fixing something like this, terco... I think you and I both know that." She speaks the truth into the air, and they both settle with it for a moment.

"I don't know the name of this guard. They show up in civilian clothes, I wouldn't even know what he looked like in uniform if I saw him... I don't want you to try to fix anything. I was really scared after the whole thing happened, and I didn't know where else to go. I knew you were on that run getting the nightshade, so... I talked to Tommy, and I told him everything." "Tommy-- everything ?"

"Everything." She repeated, seemingly more relaxed that she could tell him what had felt like a secret.

"What'd he say ?"

"He helped me move the bodies quickly, incase the other guard came back. Then we cleaned the house so there was no sign of anything going on." Good, Joel thought. His brother did half the work of keeping her safe, he would be sure to thank him for looking out.

"He also.. mentioned something else. I don't wan't you to jump to any conclusions.. ok ? We just talked about it."

"Talked about what ?" He could feel himself tense a little, the way she seemed hesitant to bring it up making him on alert. She noticed immediately, bringing her legs from resting on his to tuck them underneath her, leaning his way and placing her hand on his thigh with a soft squeeze, something she habitually did to keep him anchored with her presently rather than the swarming thoughts in his head.

"Tommy said he has some friends in this.. resistance group ? And they're gonna be moving out west soon... he said he could talk to them about taking me with them.... if I get caught for this, they'll pull the string on everything I've been doing. The garden, the poison making, the "missing" guards. They do worse than hang jane's, Joel. They keep them alive in a cell, and use them however they want, til death." This all comes as new information that hit him like a freight train. She can physically see him slipping away when he goes silent, drawing his own conclusions, triggering feelings of loss, abandonment, and inadequacy from feeling like he's not doing enough to keep her safe pulling him further away.

"Joel-- Joel," She squeezes his thigh a little higher, a little harder, it usually works. When she feels his body language begin to harden and draw away from her, she seizes the opportunity to move herself into his lap, cupping his face with hands on either side and forcing him to look at her.

"We just talked. I didn't want you to hear it from him.. I told him I'd think about it, it's not a bad idea," Joel huffs through his nose and shakes his head away, she knows he's upset, but there's persistence in the way she grabs him and forces him to maintain eye contact with her again.

"Tommy don't even know who the fuck those people are, it's not fuckin' safe out there, Juliette! There's nothin' out there, but raiders, infected, and God knows what the fuck else," He spits with timbre in his voice. He's never talked to her this way, but she's witnessed him do it to others. She doesn't let up, showing him first hand she's not afraid of him.

"Can you just be ? here ?? with me ? right now ??" Both hands grip either side of his shirt with desperation, she begs him with her tone, letting him know it hurts her when he goes, and he leaves her far more often than she does with even thinking about leaving. He can see the pain in her eyes up close, how she's probably been crying herself to sleep every night or not sleeping at all. It takes him a moment of silence, looking into her eyes, a few deep breaths. He could never deny her-- never has, never will.

"I'm.. here." Joel lifts one hand from his side, gently squeezing her hip, letting her know he's doing his best at grounding himself.

"Don't be in the future, or the past. If you wanna help me, make me feel good, right here, right now." She presses into his lap with her weight and grinds her hips into his softly, slowly, letting her body tell him what he knows she wants. Joel gives silent appreciation to God, his lucky stars, the universe-- whatever the fuck higher power with divine timing made it happen for his request to be obliged, she lead. He had given so much thought to fantasies of her over time, restless nights spent fucking his fist and inhaling the lingering scent she'd leave on his shirts when she hung around, always thinking about her the entire time he's away from her. Anchored in the present with her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and closed the distance between them with a searing kiss. Juliette let a pleased sigh slip from her mouth into his, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him as close as she could with her tongue languidly tasting his, the haste in their actions telling them both how much the other was missed without words.

"Lay down," Joel rasped in between feverish kisses from her, the corner of his mouth, along his jawline, down his neck, licking, sucking, tasting the salt of his skin, drawing a grunt from him when she nipped the junction of his neck and shoulder. He could feel her smile against his skin as she kissed further down.

"No." He looked at her, fearing he'd taken it too far, but meeting her darkened eyes and seeing something he recognized in himself-- a dominance.

"You, lay down." A brilliant smile spreads across her face when she sees him swallow, she can tell he's hesitant, but he trusts her, moving to do as he's told. She straddles his lap and wastes no time in leaning down to kiss him, over and over again a few times as if she's trying her best to commit every fiber cell of the feeling to engrain in her memory. She nudges her nose gently against his, sharing labored breath with him, his hands on her hips gripping but not forcing her to grind.

"You take care of everyone and everything, Joel," she says softly, ghosting his lips with hers, he feels her hand coming between them and skillfully undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, nails delicately scraping the skin beneath her touch on the way down, her lips pressing to a spot just beneath his chin with force that makes him let out a breath.

"Who takes care of you ?" His eyes squeeze shut when he throws his head back, feeling the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her panties and his jeans.

"Ain't about me.. you said to make you feel good." She's glad his eyes are closed, feeling her face frown at his words. It's clear to her he doesn't think he deserves this, that he cares least of all for himself.

"It'll make me feel good for you to tell me what to do, and then tell me how good it is when I'm doing it." He can't suppress the small shuddering breath he takes, she smiles when she feels how hard the sentiment behind her words makes him, allowing herself to grind on the thick length of it. Joel's resolve on letting her lead falters with every slow drag of her hips across his and every press of her lips into his skin. He finally breaks when she nips him again on his chest and licks over it, a small giggle coming from her mouth when it makes him hiss and wince, pleasurable pain. If she wants to play, he'll show her who's better at it.

"Grind on me, just your panties." Joel breathes and marvels at the joy it brings her to lift her dress for him, revealing no bra and silky baby pink panties in shaded sunlight. She sits back a bit on his thighs to undo the button on his jeans, the sound of his zipper coming down and his hand not being the one doing it one of the simplest pleasures he didn't realize he'd missed so much. They don't say anything, his eyes are on the sky when he feels her fingers gingerly dip into the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down, allowing his throbbing erection to spring free and drool pre cum against his bare stomach. She admires for a long moment, having never seen one so big before, but he's too nervous to look, afraid maybe she's seeing salt and pepper hair and various scars from previous times himself and others weren't kind decorating his body. Maybe she's coming to the realization this isn't what she wants, and he wouldn't hold it against her. His insecurities dissipate when the cool outside air is replaced with the radiating heat of her wet panties, a guttural groan leaving his throat as his hands fly to her hips to steady her after the first roll from base to tip, breathing already doubled, balls drawing tight to his body.

"S-slow," She can feel his heart pounding under the hand she used to steady herself on his chest, his eyes screwed shut, cock throbbing beneath her, she recognized all the signs of him trying his absolute best not to cum. She helps him out, moving with his pleasure on the forefront of her mind rather than her own, small, close, inching of her hips against the base of him.

"Good, baby," Joel praises and feels her whole body warm from it. His eyes open when both her hands rest against his stomach. He watches her in awe, having never seen a woman look so effortlessly sexy while using him, long lashes kissing her cheeks when her eyes close and head leaning slightly on her shoulder, brow furrowed in concentration on her pace.

"Atta' girl, little more," A soft breath of a moan leaves her lips, and he realizes it's after every time he speaks praise, she naturally responds to him. One arm comes behind him to prop his head up, the other resting at his side before his hand comes to grip her hip, encouraging her to slide against him more. He has her moving at a tantalizingly slow and consistent rhythm, he knows what he's doing, but she doesn't immediately realize it, too caught up in thinking she was doing this for his pleasure. He remembers distantly how to please a woman, how to tease her clit just to the edge but never allowing her the relief of an orgasm til she begged him. In her case, he remembered how she'd mentioned she hadn't had sex in close to a year. He was prepping her-- getting her ready for exactly what she asked him for, to make her feel good. After awhile she stops following the lead of his hand on her hip and begins chasing the high she seeks herself, panties feeling unbearably tight, she takes her hand to move the fabric out of her way, but he snatches it, her eyes shooting open to meet his darkened irises as he held it at her side with some force.

"No one told you to do that. Keep on it, and slow down." Joel was hesitant to put such authority in his voice, but he could see in her eyes how much she adored it, a soft swallow as she nodded in agreement and understanding.

"S-sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, Princess. Be good. Show me you can," The condescending nickname drew a soft whine from her lips, the way he melded in to this role making her overwhelmingly hot, discipline cut with praise having her do anything he asked.

"Joel--"

"You call me daddy when you're takin' orders, understand me ?" It's clear to him what she wants after a little observation, her whole body stutters and stops, he can feel how hard her clit is when she finds the perfect rhythm to please herself. He allowed her to be lost in the small reward of pleasure, watching her body tighten, lower lip drawn in between her teeth as she thinks he's going to let her get off this way. When she's breathing hard, nails digging into his abdomen, nipples pebbled, body flushed, just on the edge, he delivers a firm smack to her ass that draws a surprised yelp from her, eyes immediately meeting again, she sees a small smirk on his lips, he recognizes frustration, an adorable pout adorning her lower lip.

"I asked you a question, sugar."

"Y-yes," he drew his hand back for another resounding smack, this time she moaned.

"Yes, what ?"

"Yes, Daddy." His warm palm soothed over the warm, raised, skin.

"Good girl. Just want you to mind your manners, baby. So why don't you try getting off again, and ask me nicely this time ?" It clicks to her, the game he's playing, winding her up in ways she could've never imagined. Joel helps her out by starting her off again, fingers digging into her hips and moving her slow and hard across the full length of him this time, base to head. Every time his swollen tip passed by her throbbing clit, they each let out sounds of approval. He allowed her to go faster, encouraging her in-between his own grunting and groaning.

"Better ask me now, real sweet, 'fore I make ya' stop." He can feel her, quickly becoming familiar with the way her back arches, body tightens, when she's just about to break.

"Please, daddy, please, please, let me cum," He didn't expect her to be so responsive, begging him as if she needed him the same way she needed air in her lungs made a familiar coil wind in his stomach too.

"Alright, baby. I've got you, pretty girl," Suddenly, he pushes her panties to the side and his thumb is on her clit, operating from muscle memory, quick, consistent, flicks and circles have her in full bliss, he gets to watch her completely unwind, the sounds he's earning from her all the more encouragement of his ruthless pace. Joel doesn't let her have just one, he makes sure she cums 3 times before she's begging him to stop.

"I can't, please, I can't," She sobs out, overstimulated, surrounded by him as he sits up to rest his forehead against hers, threatening to rub out a 4th from her.

"Tell me what you want so I can give it to you, baby," She kissed him, he licked into her mouth, letting out a moan of his own when she reaches between them to grip his length and start pumping.

"Give ya' anything you want, sugar, just ask me." Theres a rawness in the truth behind his words, he kisses her again and again, feeling her 4th orgasm build, she cries out when his fingers leave her clit and effortlessly plunge into her entrance.

"Fuck me, Joel," she says breathlessly, he wishes he could listen to her say it 20 more times. Little games aside, they locked eyes as Joel went from 2 fingers to slowly adding three. She relaxed her body with a deep sigh, wriggling her hips slowly to adjust to the fit. He knew she was ready to take him with minimal pain, her body showing him she naturally knew to relax rather than tense.

"Lay down for me." He kisses her shoulder and removes his fingers, rubbing the excess over her clit before she lifted off his lap and laid down on the blanket. He settled between her open legs, letting his button up shuck off his shoulders, her hips lift slightly to help his hands slowly pull her panties off, his jeans and briefs following til they were both completely naked aside from Joel's watch, and her necklace. He tried again rubbing her overly sensitive clit, but this time gently swiped his deft fingers down, bringing some of her honey to rub over his shaft as he slowly pumped his straining erection, then began passing the crown of the tip through her slit, each sensation better than the last for both of them.

"Take a deep breath." Eye contact remains when she takes a deep inhale, and lets it out, he continues to pass the tip back and forth.

"Again." His gaze is so intense, she's never seen such passion and emotion alive and actively working behind his brown hues, trained on her, studying her, telling her this is all reserved for her and no one else.

"One more, Peach." He nearly whispers, she's so entranced with the look in his eye changed, blown out with lust, desire. The exhale she let's go of feels like it's being pushed out when he allows just the tip, the stretch to accommodate him making her breath ragged, like there was no oxygen left on earth. He can't suppress a proper moan from his throat when he pushes himself nearly half way in.

"C'mon, baby, breathe for me," Joel grounds out, gritting his teeth in an effort to keep himself still til she did what he asked. Another shaky inhale from her allowed him to draw himself slowly out, then sink himself a little further in, doing it this way breath by breath until he was fully seated, heavy balls against her ass, breathing syncing up as she warmed up to the feeling of being full.

"You ok ?" He kisses her throat, keeping still at this point more for himself, afraid he'll cum too soon if they do more than anything else.

"I want you to move." Her voice is already breathy and fucked out, it sounds more like a whine.

"You tell me if you need me to stop, Jules... and I will, soon as you say so." She nods in understanding, he goes in for the deep kiss, using his tongue to distract her from any discomfort she may feel from his first initial thrusts. He finds her body to feel as if it were designed for him, back arching up, chest pressing into his, nails digging into his shoulders, hips syncing up in a grinding rhythm that had them both equal parts pleased til they started fighting for power, Joel wanting more friction, Juliette wanting him as deep as he could possibly go.

"More, daddy, please,"

"If I give ya' more, it wont last long," He says honestly, she doesn't seem to care.

"'m ready, give it to me," She promises with her words, but the way her walls hug him so tightly says more to him than verbal speaking ever could. Joel begins snapping his hips into hers, obliging all her requests for deeper and harder until his own need to cum made his pace sloppy, breathing jagged, one hand gripping her hip and the other beginning to toy with her clit a final time.

"One more for me, pretty girl, c'mon," He barely gets her there first, his visceral need to make a spot for himself deep inside of her having him putting his full weight into pinning her knees to her chest so he could give himself access to parts of her no one had ever touched before. She gasped when they locked eyes, Joel's nearly rolling back as he came undone with an unbridled moan that had been deep in his chest for God knows how long, burying his seed in thick, warm, pumps that began seeping out the seams and dripping down her ass. He reluctantly withdrew himself after a long moment of holding on to the feeling of being inside of her, laying down to pull her into his side as he pressed a tired kiss to the crown of her forehead.

"I'm gonna figure this out.. ok ? Tell Tommy you wont leave, Jules.. please..." Joel squeezes her hand on his chest softly and let's himself show her one of the first bits of emotional vulnerability he's ever bared to anyone. He's scared to lose her, he wants her to stay with him. He knows he can't take care of her if she leaves. His nose nudges gently into her hair and he feels her tighten her arm around him in means of comfort.

"told you I was just considering it.."

"Well, don't. Don't even think about it. Just let me handle it." She identifies the subtle upset in his voice as a mask for fear of losing her. He speaks with such tenacity, confidence-- if she could rely on anyone to do the impossible, it would definitely be Joel. He'd always been true to his word before, now shouldn't be any different.

"..okay." Juliette says softly after a beat of silence, he lets out the smallest breath of relief and holds her close, tilting her head up to press a lingering kiss against her lips. She knows he needs this, to feel some sense of security, especially after what transpired between them.

But she can't help the twisting in her stomach, knowing the odds are not in their favor. Knowing that despite his promises, his words, his very intention to keep her safe, she's already sealed her fate with the belladonna tincture and her jane identification number in her bag. There's no doubt in her mind these people either know who she is or are well on their way to knowing, just a matter of time before they're torturing other jane's to give up her name-- maybe even Tommy, Tess, or Joel, since she was always around them.

Her own father had died to protect her, she had made a promise that day that no one else would.

#joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou fanfiction #Joel Miller #joel miller x you #Joel Miller smut #Joel Miller x ofc

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I need to talk about one of my favorite video game villains of all time for a minute.

This guy. The one who I'm pretty sure a lot of people who played The Legend Of Heroes: Trails Of Cold Steel 3 and 4, probably ended up hating for how much of a dick he was in those two games. His change in behavior and attitude in the later games didn't make me hate him, though. In fact, it made me like his character even more because it was pretty easy to understand why Cedric ends up like that when you consider the events of the finale in the second Cold Steel game:

He was kidnapped by Duke Cayenne during the Civil War in Erebonia and was forced into one of the seven divine knights, Testarossa, which went completely berserk since Cedric was unable to control it's power at the time. As a result, he was forced to fight against Class VII, who ended up saving him, but at a great cost to one of their own classmates. Crow ends up dying, trying to break Cedric free from Testarossa. Cedric saw all of this happening before his eyes and couldn't do anything to stop it. So it's really no wonder that, when we see him again in Cold Steel 3, his demeanor has changed entirely, and he's obsessed with obtaining power. He goes from the sweet, innocent boy whom we are introduced to in the first Trails of Cold Steel game into someone who is pretty much unrecognizable and with his own little crew.

His sudden change was a shock to me at first. I really wasn't expecting it at all, especially since when he first appeared, he spoke politely. It wasn't until his conversation with Rean on the school rooftop later on that day that we see just how much he's actually changed. The conversation starts out well enough, with Cedric thanking Rean for saving him in the last game. We can clearly see what happened back then really took its toll on Cedric, and that it still weighed heavily on him.

He tells Rean that during the summer after that incident, he got very sick and, as a result, was unable to start school at Thors Military Academy until the following year. Nothing seems odd... until Cedric proposes that Rean should transfer to teahc at Cedric's school, the main campus of Thors Military Academy. This is when we see his demeanor start to change. He talks down about the branch campus and says that someone like Rean is better suited for the main campus, which Cedric holds in high regard in comparison to the branch campus. Rean's students eventually find them on the rooftop, and Cedric is cold towards them, especially to Kurt. He then leaves, but not before saying that he'll be back to hear Rean's response to his demands another day.

Over the course of the game, we see just how much Cedric changed. He's competitive, thinks that power is everything, and absolutely hates weakness. He constantly talks down to others and doesn't care how he makes them feel as a result. The end of Cold Steel 3 really showed just how far Cedric was willing to go to get what he wanted.

He attempts to kill another one of Rean's students, Altina, so that she could become the sword of the end, which was needed to bring about the Great Twilight. He was also completely ok with having his older brother and two other people killed to accomplish this goal (even though as we saw in the 4th game, he was relieved to see that his brother has survived). These two acts really shocked me, because not only did it show a stark contrast to who Cedric was before versus who he was now, it highlighted just how much the events of Cold Steel 2 really changed him, and not for the better.

Cedric becomes one of the main antagonists of Cold Steel 4, and he proves himself as a strong enemy to take down. He was way more of a jerk here than in Cold Steel 3, and it has really seemed as if he has gone off the deep end for good. Then we get to the final chapter of Cold Steel 4, where Cedric is one of the final boss battle fights. He's still the same condescending jerk that he's been for a while now, but everything changes when Juna asked him one question: "What are you so afraid of?" Then all of a sudden, the truth comes out: Cedric was being controlled by the influence of Ishmelga, thanks to Chancellor Osborne and Franz Reinford. Now, this certainly doesn't excuse what Cedric has done up to this point, but it certainly explained why he was willing to go so far all of a sudden, when he hadn't been like that before. It was as if Juna asking him that question had suddenly opened a dam though, because this was what finally made Cedric return to how he used to be. What I absolutely loved about this is that he doesn't try and use Ishmelga as an excuse for the things that he did. He owns up to his actions and sets out to atone for them.

What he eventually chooses to do though was shocking, but it made sense: he decides to join Oroboros, leaving his friends and family behind.

Just as he says, if he stayed with all of them, he knew that he would be forgiven in spite of everything and he wouldn't really have any consequences for his actions. So joining Oroboros as a way to atone for what he did was the right call imo. Cedric's arc is probably one of my favorite ones in Cold Steel 3 and 4. It was very well done and Falcom handled him really well, and I can't wait to see more of him in future games.

#The Legend Of Heroes: Trails Of Cold Steel 3 #The Legend Of Heroes: Trails Of Cold Steel 4 #sen no kiseki #Cedric Reise Arnor #the legend of heroes

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Top 10 Worst Main Characters In Cartoons

#10. Kick Buttowski (Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil): Kicking off our list (no pun intended) is the one trick pony of a character that is Kick Buttowski. His character begins and ends with him wanting to do extreme stunts. That'd be fine for a 7 minute short as a tribute or parody to stuntmen like Evel Knevel, but for an animated series? His shtick gets old very fast and he's nothing more than a blank slate of a character.

#9. Lincoln Loud (The Loud House): A smug, narcissistic brat, Lincoln treats his sisters like a means to end at best and a pain to live with at worst. Not only does he show contempt with them on a daily basis, but he's also not afraid to humiliate and take advantage of them to stroke his own ego. Would you believe this kid's named after one of the greatest Presidents of all time.

#8. Katie Mitchell (The Mitchells vs The Machines): Nothings makes me hate a movie more than how hatable the main character is. Katie is selfish, annoying, ungrateful, and not even remotely funny. She has this bitter and resentful attitude towards her father when they were once best friends, and the way she makes this story about her is very condescending. If the movie had been about her as a child and putting her relationship with her non-tech savy father to the test, maybe I'd sympathize with her more, but as a teenager ready for college, she's just a brat.

#7. Nancy Clancy (Fancy Nancy): I now know how Dora's detractors feel after watching Fancy Nancy. Nancy is such an obnoxious, pampered brat that talks down to the audience like we're pesents and always acts like a fancy life is the best life. She's very rude, selfish, and narcissistic, all of which are qualities you're NOT supposed to have when trying to be fancy.

#6. Miriam "Mimi" Mortin (What About Mimi?): No, this gif isn't from the villain of this obscure show. It's from the main protagonist...and that's just the tip of the iceberg. Mimi is a stupid, selfish, and annoying kid who makes simple problems worse by going overboard with her plans and throwing her friends under the bus. She's also very irresponsible and oblivious to the fact that she's no better than the show's designated spoiled brat, Sincerity.

#5. Kai (The Hollow): The one character that singlehandedly makes the show worse, Kai is everything Adam and Mira DIDN’T need on their journey. He's whiny, selfish, short-tempered and a big, fat coward. Whenever there's danger, his first and only instinct is to head for the hills instead of helping his friends. He also needlessly starts arguments with Adam because Heaven forbid 2 guys have a normal conversation together without it turning into a shouting match.

#4. Kiff Chatterley (Kiff): What do you get when you put Mimi's personality in a squirrel who's dumber than a sack of acorns? You get Kiff! She's selfish, annoying, stupid, irresponsible, and overdramatic over the simplist of things. What puts her above Mimi on the list is Kiff is the 4th irresponsible main female character I had the displeasure of sitting through after I specifically said I was done with these types of character. The character's a bigger waste of time than watching a worm try to crack open a safe.

#3. Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee): If you thought Dee Dee from the last 2 Seasons of Dexter's Lab was a headache, you might want to where a helmet when being in the same room as Molly McGee. She's annoying, inconsiderate, loud, obnoxious, and really stupid. She never thinks before she acts and every time she opens her mouth, she never shuts up. The worst part about her is the fact that Scratch can't just leave her because he put a curse on her, meaning he's stuck suffering with the audience listening to this chatterbox.

#2. Oscar Peltzer (Summer Camp Island): It boggles my mind how Hedgehog, nevermind ANYONE, would be friends with this kid. Oscar is selfish, annoying, inconsiderate, and stupid. He goes through Hedgehog's personal stuff, cheats at games and gets lost in the city. He also has a bad habit of not thinking before he acts, making him all the more annoying and stupid.

#1. Apple and Onion (Apple & Onion): No need to imagine a show with 2 annoying side characters as the main characters, because it already exists. Apple and Onion are easily the worst characters in Cartoon Network's history. In addition to being annoying and stupid, they also lack basic chemistry with each other and are painfully unfunny. What puts them at #1 though is Apple's fatphobia and Onion's complacency to said fatphobia. Need I say more? -.-

Conclusion: These cartoon protagonists are not only bad role models, but they're also just badly written. Whether they be annoying, stupid, irresponsible, or selfish, trust me when I say you DON'T want characters like these as the protagonist of your show/movie. Either audience's will mistake them as villains, or they'll just tune out. Dishonorable mentions go to Fei Fei from Over The Moon (I've talked enough about that brat -.-), Bloo from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (I wouldn't have blamed Mac for not visiting Foster's anymore after the birthday party episode), and Rick Sanchez from Rick & Morty (would've made the list, but I don't wanna give Rick & Morty any more attention than it has already). Thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon ;)

#reblog #share #like #follow #animation #comedy #disney #cartoon network #the hollow #netflix animation #top 10 list #summer camp island #apple & onion #the mitchells vs the machines #the ghost and molly mcgee #what about mimi #kiff #disney kiff

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🍎 my first real day on register, 4th day total at new grocery store job.

It was super busy and there was a lot going on at once and I had just had to do math with cat food cuz a customer got a partial case but a variety of flavors. The old man behind her was telling me the answers all condescending and I was really trying. But neither of them are the fuck up.

The next customer is a lady with 1 cart, 2 orders. The first transaction she gets 3.something back and the next she gives me a 10 for. The first was something like 20$.

But she says I didn't give her her change from the first one and im like oh wtf okay and just trust her and she says just take the 10 and give her back something like 16c.

When its time to go I cash in and im all excited but panicky bc I was late getting out and I had to go to my other job. And the last 15 mins the till was beeping at me that I needed a pickup (change in drawer is over 1k) so I was trying to remember what to do for that, while on a reg with a broken belt after being on one that worked all day, still trying to learn the codes, it was crazy busy, etc.

Somehow im under by 3.something.

So all day I've been obsessing over what I did wrong to be under by that amount on whats technically my 1st real day, and I realize

This lady either lied or forgot that I had indeed given her the change for the first transaction.

Im giving her the benefit of the doubt that she just forgot. But damn. Thats a major fuck up.

If im off either way by 15$ or more in something like a week (I forget) its auto termination. So like. I really gotta pay more attention to the movement of the money, not just the transactions and codes and procedures and co workers and customers and holy shit its a lot

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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 10 months

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Episode 15: "ACQUIESCE BABY!!!"—Kaleigh

In this round: Everyone acquiesces to Kaleigh's spelling superiority when she wins her second individual immunity; Kaleigh steals Zee's vote; and Zee joins the jury

Zee

Whaddup my name's Jared I'm 19 and I never fuckin learned how to read

Michael

Honestly not much to report! I'm going to try and stay strong with Alex and Kaleigh. Tony left but I'm sure that's a big relief for him, he did great for his first game.

Jack

Hey babes, so I’m SOOO HAPPY to be back and I’m with my hot gurlzzz and I love them. Im so happy Tony got out cause he didn’t vote w me (that’s what he gets 😌). At this point anyone but me, champ, or zee going home is the best for my game cause it’s gonna be a 3-3 tie. IM READY FOR ROCKS☠️😈

Kaleigh

woooooo another immunity win, i woulda been so shocked if someone could beat me at a spelling bee. ACQUIESCE BABY!!! my deranged cobwebby brain is good at one thing and one thing only… and that’s spelling. i’m jk i’m good at other things too but wow lol ok. so i’m immune tonight. zee is asking me and alex to flip on michael, and its just condescending at this point :( like i know what i’m doing babe and idgaf if u think michael is gonna win. i’m fine with that LMAO why would i flip on my allies to be at the bottom of ur 3? like? no??? but i told her it’s a possibility but i think i’ll probably just steal a vote tonight and get zee out. please god don’t let her have another stinking advantage !! also i finished that book and it was extremely good. and it’s my niece’s 4th birthday.

Alex

Ugh, this vote still feels tenuous. Champ said today she wanted to take Zee out last vote (not that it would have mattered, ultimately - I KNEW she had a second idol lol). She's flat out lied to me so many times at this point, but she also knows how big of a threat Zee is. Finding the time to actually talk game with her feels like it will be impossible, though. I finally reached out to Zee last night to compliment her on still trying to unify the tribe like with the game night. She used the words 'icing out' to describe how quiet chat has been between sides, which is fair. I don't know if it was directed only at me, but even if that wasn't what I was trying to do I can see how she felt that way. It just felt like there was not even, like, pretended level of potential to work together and I didn't know how to bridge the gap of "hey even though we won't tell each other anything in-game, how's life?" and have it not seem disingenuous. So I'm glad that came out of last night. The Tony blindside definitely surprised me, and Jack coming back into the game over Colin. It really feels like it's Champ or bust with this vote but if we come to the risk of rocks, I see them possibly flipping. Now that I'm at Actual Final 6 I don't actually want to go to rocks anymore lol. It just feels like if we can get through tomorrow's vote we could get the rest of the way but who knows. If Zee has a third idol I'll lose my mind lmao. The way Kaleigh's still got her steal a vote and idol and I'm sitting over here with my flopped advantages. Sigh. Kind of incredible of her to only have one vote against her so far AND IT'S FROM ME. She's killing it. Wait. Do I have the most votes out of our 3? I do! Well, that's something I guess. Maybe I could have played a more fluid game, and tried to get the majority alliance to eat each other from the inside of it, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I'm at Final 6 and that's very neat.

Champ

I’m running late again for the confession, anyways here for a good time! Not a long time LMFAO

Zee

Haven't heard from Jack all day, Champ messaged once. I'm pretty sure I'm going home tonight

Tribal Council

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Zee: LOST VOTE

Champ: Alex (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS)

Kaleigh: Zee (IF YOU HAVE A THIRD IDOL ISTG)

Kaleigh (Zee’s Stolen Vote): Zee

Alex: Zee (You’ve played SUCH a good game, and for all I know, you could still be here after this vote. It genuinely wouldn’t surprise me lmao. But here’s hoping this works. I enjoyed our pre-swap talks.)

Michael: Zee (you’ve played a wonderful game, sorry we didn’t really play together but that’s how it goes 🤷🏾‍♂️)

Jack: Alex (sorry babes we ain’t working together)

#episodes #Youtube

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As someone who has been in and out of therapy since before they were a teen, I frequently get asked questions about my early experiences with therapy, and how I managed to stick with it for so long, even after several bad experiences. The answer is simple- I’m stubborn as hell. My very first experience with therapy is a bit blurry. I was in 4th grade, and I was sent to the school psychologist to be assessed for ADHD. I believe I was 9. I remember being pulled out of class every day for about a week, could’ve been longer. The pulled me out of our study time, and again during recess to take this assortment of tests, and to watch me color and draw. I remember thinking it was really weird that they wanted me to do some of the tests. I can’t remember now what they were, but they were boring and sometimes very odd. After the week of testing, I remember being told I have severe ADHD, something I had heard of before, but had no clue what it actually was. My parents declined medication, and I went on to fail 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. I was able to manage summer school pretty well though, so I always managed to move on to the next grade. My second experience with therapy was a little more uncomfortable. I was in 6th grade, and one of my friends turned me in to the school counselor for being suicidal. At this point, I didn’t even realize that people commonly wanted to die, and as a result, I didn’t think anyone could help me. I owe my life to that counselor. After a few weeks of her asking me to see her every day, I began to feel a little lighter, a little less weighed down by the constant nagging feeling of wanting to end my life. Once 6th grade was over, I moved on to 7th grade, we had a different counselor. I went to a couple sessions with him, but I never felt like we connected. It didn’t feel like he really cared. It was just a job to him. Eighth grade is when things really started going down hill. I got messy with my self harm, and a teacher saw cuts on my arm one day. Immediately I was sent to the office, where I waited over an hour for the district’s psychiatrist to arrive. When she did, she condescended me, she humiliated me, and she touched me without my consent. She grabbed my arm, ripped my sleeve up, and scolded me for seeking attention. I was then sent to mandatory therapy through the school, and they also told my parents about what they’d found.

Honestly, my parents kind of swept it under the rug. I was always a dramatic child, so why would this be any different. I think a part of them was also afraid to acknowledge that there was an issue. I remember being told to knock it off, I remember being told I was embarrassing because of my constant sulking, visible cuts, and dramatic mood swings. Looking back, I do wish they had addressed the issue further, but this was also the early 2000’s and the stigma around mental health was still holding strong.

I didn’t attend therapy again until 11th grade, due to the negative experiences I had during my 7th and 8th grade years. In 11th grade, I remember it being towards the end of the year, I was stuck in an extremely abusive relationship. And my self harm was at an all time high. I remember walking through the hallway during class change, and everything was a blur. I was dissociating hard, and the only thing on my mind was getting help. I walked out of school, got in my car, and drove to the nearest inpatient center. When I arrived, I was obviously distraught, and I didn’t have an appointment. They asked me to wait in the waiting room, a large room with a conversation pit in the middle. It felt like hours went by, but it was probably only about 20 minutes. A younger woman with a bright smile called my name from the doorway.

I went back with her, as she tried to make small talk. She got my weight, and led me into a small windowless room. I don’t remember much about the session, but I remember the room was a salmon pink color, and I remember crying….a lot. I asked her if I could stay the night in the center, but she told me there was no room. She asked me if I thought I would be okay for the night, and she gave me her number if I ever needed to see her again. I never saw her again, but I did resume therapy after that point. I was seeing this older man, who was extremely religious (if you know about my past, you know why this is a problem). After he diagnosed me with BPD, I stopped seeing him. Even though I resonated with the symptoms of BPD, I couldn’t take anything he said seriously, because there was always some element of God behind it. Three weeks after I stopped seeing him, he showed up at my job to “ask me how I had been”. So glad I dodged that bullet. Since then, I’ve seen a handful of therapists, some great, and some awful. But I never want to go through another period of my life where I do not have that unbiased support, that ability to learn new skills to help cope with my mental illness, or without having the ability to just go in a cry over nothing, without being judged. So no matter the bad experiences, the good will always outweigh them.

#therapy #blog #journal #sadgirlselfcare

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i-am-totally-a-human-being · 3 years

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With 4th of July finally coming to an end.... it’s time! Time for the story we’ve been planning! That being said:

Danganronpa V4: A New Ending

(Title pending?)

Pairing: Hajime x female reader

Summary: a whole new killing game, with a different group of participants, and a whole new character

The first chapter will come out soon, and when it does, you’ll find the link here!

Here is all our people starring in this story!

Y/N L/N, The Ultimate Forensic Scientist

A spunky young girl with a spunky young attitude. She tends to keep to herself, but isn’t necessarily shy. From her school file, it’s highly assumed that she somehow stumbled across a crime scene as a child, how she actually got there is unknown. Although no older than 13, she was easily able to point out evidence that the forensic specialists already in scene missed before she was quickly escorted away.

Seemingly unbothered by the corpses she witnessed, she then pursued her newly found interest in crime scenes and how to process them, along with collecting evidence.

Her quick learning caught the attention of many, including Hope’s Peak. They offered to pay for her entire schooling if she attended, and she agreed. As Y/N got dressed and ready for her first day at Hope’s Peak, she could have never guessed she would be forced to fight for her life along with 15 others, and put her talent to use.

Hajime Hinata, The Ultimate???

A hotheaded teen who seems to have amnesia, being unable to remember his talent. His uptight nature puts off some of the others, but a few seem interested in him, some even offering to help him discover his talent.

Although he’d never say it, he feels self conscious due to not knowing what his job is supposed to be.

Admires most, if not all, talents, especially the ones that directly make society run better.

Not much can be said about him, he’s still trying to figure out who he is.

He remembers getting ready for the start of the school year, walking out of his home, and then everything going black. Then he woke up on this island, and now has to keep himself and those he cares for alive.

Kokichi Ouma, The Ultimate Supreme Leader

A spry young boy who refuses to really speak of his past. It’s unclear what in his school file is even the truth. He claims to be the supreme leader of an evil organization called DICE, an organization with elegidly 10,000+ members. Hence his talent title. Almost everything that comes out of his mouth he claims to be a lie, so it’s hard to tell what he is actually like.

While he doesn’t ever go into detail of his organization, it seems to be one of the only things he actually cares about and wants to get back to.

He seems hardly bothered by the idea of a killing game, even saying, hopefully joking, that he’d make the first kill. Most are unnerved by his presence and stay away.

Mukuro Ikusaba, The Ultimate Soldier

A quiet, stern girl who does not speak unless absolutely necessary. The older fraternal twin sister of Junko Enoshima, a fashionista famous in Japanese magazine’s. Mukuro seems completely indifferent to anything unless it’s about her sister, to which she grows immediately passionate, almost like a different person. Doesn’t speak about why she and her sister have different last names, claiming it shouldn’t matter.

While not thrilled at the thought of a killing game, she shows extreme faith that her sister will find and rescue her. Most people avoid her, she is the ultimate soldier, after all. Out of everyone, she’d be able to kill the most efficiently.

Doesn’t mind that people avoid her, she likes the quiet anyway.

Makoto Naegi, The Ultimate Lucky Student

A simple, average teenager who lives a simple and average life. He was randomly selected to go to Hope's peak, so he doesn’t really possess any actual talent.

Although talentless, he does seem to possess a decent level of smarts and gets along with everyone easily. No one really fears him, he’s too small and sweet to be capable of murder.

While he doesn’t pose a threat to others, he poses a threat to the mastermind, or anyone who lays their hands on his sister.

Komaru Naegi, a normal student

Komaru possesses no actual talent, much like her brother. However, she is different in the sense that she wasn’t even accepted into Hope’s Peak since she wasn’t quite of age to even be considered as a possibility.

She remembers being taken hostage after she and her parents sent off her older brother, only to awaken on an island, her brother right beside her.

She wants to trust everyone, and takes relief in having her brother by her side.

Shuichi Saihara, The Ultimate Detective

A shy boy who hides his eyes behind a black cap. He seems rather insecure, despite having the talent that poses as the most useful in the current situation. He is quiet and doesn’t like interacting with others, but seems to get more comfortable as time goes on.

He doesn’t like the idea of the killing game, obviously, but he’s mostly worried that some of his classmates will take it seriously.

K1-B0, The Ultimate Robot

Created by a man called Professor Idabashi, a prominent figure in robotics engineering. He created K1-B0(has told others they can call him Keebo) as a culmination of his work.

Keebo doesn’t quite understand human emotions perfectly, but he has a decent idea which is impressive in of itself.

Much like Mukuro, he has faith that he will be saved by a family member. Seeing as he refers to Professor Idabashi as his father. He says he has a tracker, and that when the professor realizes he is missing, a search team will be sent.

Toko Fukawa, The Ultimate Writing Prodigy

An extremely shy and timid girl who does speak to many people. Those she does speak to tend to be weirded out by her... odd and even perverted nature.

She had written multiple books and does seem to be extremely smart, her only issue being her timid nature.

Accused most (if not all) the boys in her class of being perverts.

Angie Yonaga, The Ultimate Artist

Angie loves art in any form, obviously because of her ultimate.

However, she also stands out due to her belief that she is the Devine interpreter for the god Atua, a god she says her people worship.

Angie believes Atua will have his way, and that the killing game is part of something bigger.

Rantaro Amami, The Ultimate Adventurer

A chill, laid back boy who believes in keeping the peace. His calm and collected personality is soothing, leading most, if not all, of the other students to trust him and listen to what he suggests.

Some seem off put by how calm he acts, but most understand that he’s just really good at staying calm and knows that panicking won’t always help.

Often tells tales of his travels to distract those who are afraid.

Nagito Komaeda, The Ultimate Lucky Student

Yet another lucky student, chosen to attend Hope’s Peak at random like Makoto. However, he seems to also have an.... interesting relationship with luck.

His luck has caused death and destruction around him, but he still manages to stay calm and even cheerful in the face of a literal killing game.

Nagito believes hope will prevail no matter what, so he chooses to pretty much just “go with the flow.”

Byakuya Togami, The Ultimate Affluent Progeny

A stuck up and condescending teen who makes it very clear that he does not approve of being trapped on an island like this. This isn’t a funny prank or initiation.

He is rather rich and will inherit the Togami company, after competing against 14 other siblings to “take the crown” and earn the inheritance. He was the youngest of the sibling, or candidates, and is the first youngest to ever come out on top.

Gonta Gokuhara, The Ultimate Entomologist

A.... sweet young man who loves anything and everything bugs. He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he has a good heart.

(Jsvshsv I don’t know what to write for Gonta I’ll finish his later)

Mikan Tsumiki, The Ultimate Nurse

A clumsy and frightened girl who somehow manages to find herself in compromising positions constantly. On accident.

With her and Y/N present, people are at ease, seeing they have practically a full medical team in case something were to happen.

While she often does more worse than good due to her clumsy nature, she has a good heart, and people know that.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru, The Ultimate Moral Compass

A stern and strict boy who believes in respect and following rules contstantly. He is probably one of the only students who respects the killing games headmaster, Monokuma.

While not thrilled about the idea of a murder game, he sticks to the idea that it is a prank from upperclassmen.

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And that’s our introductions! Sorry some were shorter than others!

Stay tuned!

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#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #hajime x reader #danganronpa hajime #Hajime x female reader #slow burn

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cyberrat · 2 years

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55th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill

Cole/? – Milky AU – Part 49 – Cole gaining one father and one daddy?

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“I did not know that you had taken on administrative purposes… not that I had much information on you to begin with, but all the… water cooler chitchat had only ever mentioned you having started studding after running your last course as a cow…”, Schaefer says once they are in Gabriel’s office and he has sat down in front of his desk to idly look around at the walls and cabinets filled with plaques, certificates, trophies and much more from his time both as a cow and a stud.

There are many old advertisements which he still remembers seeing out and about in the city, all praising Reyes’ milk. He’s tried it as well and he’s had to admit that the hype had been completely justified.

Gabriel lifts his brows at him, not looking particularly offended over the question.

“I get easily bored if I’m only to spread my legs. It’s good to have diverse hobbies, don’t you think?”

He turns toward his PC and starts to type while Martin’s gaze shifts to a few pictures on his desk, turned just enough for him to be able to see him with a handsome blond man who looks older but which he can identify as Jack Morrison from the little pictures in the folders they have back at the facility.

There are a few pictures with young men; probably some of Gabriel’s calves, though he can only recognize one of them as he had been in their facility not too long ago. If he remembers correctly, he had been one of the exhibit pieces during that fateful Saturday that Cole’s group had gotten their tour through the facility…

“Ah… ah yes, of course,” he finally replies when he realizes that he has been asked a question and has not, in fact, reacted to it at all.

Gabriel does not look offended, at least. While he keeps typing, eyes focused on the screen, he drawls: “So took you long enough to finally cave in. How’s it feel to not be in denial about how badly you want to bang a cow?”

Martin inhales sharply but before he can reply, Gabriel rolls his eyes and pauses his typing to level him with an unimpressed stare. “It’s just a figure of speech. Don’t get your panties in a twist. I know you’re… asexual or something.”

Schaefer looks away for a moment, just gathering his thoughts as he listens to the calming tapping of keys. The office is completely silent; there is no mooing or moaning to be heard from anywhere… in fact, even the stables have been rather quiet despite having been filled with a good thirty cows and studs that have been fucking. It is… relaxing here.

“He is a grown man, I suppose. It would be condescending of me to keep denying his… feelings at this point. I am not complaining, at least. If he would like to try it, I certainly won’t object.”

“If he’s this this hung up on you without having gotten to test drive the goods, chances are that he really is in it for the long haul. Or an idiot. Or both. Who knows.”

Gabriel does not sound as callous as his words might want to indicate. His face has gotten a bit softer, gaze briefly flicking toward the pictures of him and his husband before he suddenly pauses in his typing and scratches his goatee, turning toward Martin with thoughtful calculation.

“I’m interested in your boy. His records have shown that he’s extraordinary, and he’s looked pretty comfortable in the stables. I’d like to take him under my wing. Fuck around with him a little and see whether I can’t make him into a first class dairy cow.”

Schaefer’s back stiffens in surprise, eyes going wide behind his glasses. He takes them off but just holds them in his hands while he stares at Reyes.

“You… would like to mentor him?”

“At least I’d like to keep a closer eye on him. Maybe mess around a little with his schedule to-”

“But you will run that through me.” Martin puts his glasses back on, leaning forward and lightly tapping his finger on the surface of the desk. He’s not a… a wild stud or anything the likes but he does know when to put his foot down, thank you very much.

Reyes looks at his finger, then at his face, an amused little grin wanting to emerge from the corner of his mouth… but he forces it down into a cool indifference, turning away from the PC and putting his attention on Schaefer instead, fingers folding together in front of him.

“That can be arranged. I do not think that anybody would object to their workload being eased by someone wanting to arrange all of their partner’s appointments.”

He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen. “Let’s hear it, then. You got any grand plans for him?”

.oOo.

Three hours later, Schaefer is standing at the gates to the farm with Cole, his car waiting for him to the side. It’s a bit of a drive back to the adjustment facility but nothing too dire.

He wouldn’t have liked Cole moving to a farm that would have been too far away for impromptu visits, so he has been quite pleased with the one that Cole ended up choosing from the ones presented to him by the facility.

Cole is flushed and eager looking, eyes practically glowing in his skull. Despite the fact that he has been breeding for the better part of the past three hours, he looks ready to go again.

“I am glad to see you so happy. I am sure getting used to your new surroundings will be somewhat of a culture shock, so to speak, but I am also absolutely certain that you will find your place sooner rather than later,” Martin tells him, reaching up to brush away a bit of dirt from Cole’s shoulder.

Cole’s grin dims a little. He glances over his shoulders as if worried that someone might be sneaking up on them or listening in on them, then leans down a bit toward Schaefer, who in his own right is not a short man but doesn’t have anything on Cole’s towering height.

He puts his forehead against Martin’s shoulder and murmurs: “I’ll… miss you. And the guys at the facility. You tell them hi from me, right?”

Schaefer smiles a little, patting Cole’s naked back. “Of course. But they are not gone, you know? You can visit them whenever you have some days of downtime. But…” he pauses for a second, then just says it: “I will miss you as well. It is always a pleasure to watch you work, Cole.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss against the boy’s temple –a bit of a difficult task given his large ears and horns –, arms curling around him to hug him close.

“You will be perfectly fine, my boy. I assure you. You may call me every evening, if you so desire.”

“Hmmnnn… I will, daddy. Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.”

#cyberratting writes stuff #cole/?#milky au

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praesidiumemosie · 3 years

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Potter Team AU

Send asks about anything and I shall answer

Dumb antics in class? Sure

Random Drama? Sure

Dream: Slytherin- He’s smart, cunning, wise and he’s a quick thinker. Dream is also a natural born leader and can be quite ambitious at times. Almost got into Ravenclaw. 6th year.

Sapnap: Slytherin - He is ambitious and witty. He’s loyal and a leader. He’s not opposed to picking on people, but only if it’s joking around and everyone understands that. He’s responsible. 5th year.

GeorgeNotFound: Hufflepuff - He’s loyal and on the contrary more of a parent then the rest. He’s not against anyone and kinda does his thing. He didn’t even really want to be at Hogwarts in the first place. 6th year.

Skeppy: Gryffindor - He can be a leader at times but his more Gryffindor traits are his courage and pride. Though he was hoping to get into the same house as Bad. 5th year.

BadBoyHalo: Hufflepuff - He’s loyal and kind, but he is also talented at looking after all types of things. He’s also a leader and this shows when he feels the need to be in charge. He’s also the Dad of his friend group. 7th year house prefect

A6D: Gryffindor - Brave and ready to take up a challenge. He does his best to play a leader role and not let words that are said stick to him. He’s not in everybody’s good books, but he genuinely tries his best to change his ways. 5th year.

TommyInnit: Hufflepuff - Although a leader he’s more loyal and supportive than anything. He didn’t want to be in Hufflepuff but after settling down, he decided he somewhat liked the house. 2nd year.

Philza Minecraft: Slytherin - Subtle as it is, Philza's leadership skills are there along with his pride. He is the Magic History teacher and is well liked for making his lessons interesting and quite fun while also getting them to learn. Head of Slytherin House

Technoblade: Ravenclaw - Techno enjoys history and defence against the dark arts. He’s not really a leader but more of someone who prefers to stick by himself and do his own thing. However he can be an extremely loyal friend until given a reason to not be. 7th Year prefect.

Wilbur Soot: Hufflepuff - He is a mix of both Slytherin and Hufflepuff. He is quite the ambitious leader who is also loyal and supportive until the very end. He cares a lot about those around him and makes good friendships with most he comes across. 7th Year.

Fundy: Ravenclaw - He’s a muggleborn who adores coding, computers and other things. As a muggleborn, Fundy is typically not as respected as the others. He was adopted by Wilbur after they met in a hallway during Lunch. 4th Year.

Ranboo: Ravenclaw - He’s smart, analytical, and one of Technoblade’s favourite housemates. He’s good friends with Tubbo and Tommy as well. Ranboo is not afraid to make jokes and be a little loud.

Jschlatt: Ravenclaw - Loud, Annoying, and right. More often than not, this kid who was super loud and condescending from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts, proved himself worthy of the Ravenclaw title time and time again. He was hit with an accidental age charm and for some reason was never properly back to normal. 6th year.

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achaoticeternal · 3 years

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the 1 // d. malfoy

DRACO MALFOY X MUGGLEBORN!READER folklore/evermore series masterlist

Summary: he couldn’t see past one thing, and because of that, he left. but it could have been fun, if he could have been the one. Word Count: 2.9k Warning: Blood Prejudice. Angst. Lost love. A/N: it is implied that the reader is not in slytherin but a house is not specifically mentioned.

It’s funny how the simplest things one sees in their everyday life can bring back a spiral of memories - good or bad. Green apples, paper airplanes, and the combination of silver and green were now forever tainted in your mind. It was silly that something as human and simple as blood and family had to be the downfall of what was thought to be a love that would last a lifetime. And however hard you would try to cast away and thoughts or feelings or symbols of him, memories always had a way of persistently reminding you of what was no longer yours and possibly was never yours...

Hogwarts, 4th Year

September welcomed you with the last tastes of summer warmth before winter came stalking back, only to bring the tundra with it. It was the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and a year of making new, international acquaintances with the women of Beauxbatons and the men of Durmstrang.

Your summer had been less eventful than that of your peers whom a great majority had attended the Quidditch World Cup and some even experienced the Death Eaters return. Rumors had been around about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named returning and which wizarding families would side with him. Of course, house and blood prejudice played a part in it all, but you managed to look past all of the controversies in the wizarding world. Over the summer, you had grown into yourself and blossomed into a beautiful witch who was very bright for her age. Others around the school had noticed as well, including the men from Durmstrang that created competition for the boys of Hogwarts.

However, with it now October, none of them caught your attention yet as you walked back to your seat in the arena with Hermione after leaving the Champions Tent to check in with Harry, whose name had unfortunately spouted for the Goblet of Fire. Today was the first challenge of three, and you had done your best to be supportive of your friend.

“Hermione, please calm down. Harry will figure it out, he always does,” You glided down the steps in front of her, looking for your fellow Gryffindors.

“But a dragon! This challenge is unbelievably foul! And that Daily Prophet woman has made this all so much-” As Hermione rambled on, she paid little attention to her feet and accidentally stepped on the back of your heel.

The misstep along with the shock had caused you to lose your balance and begin to take a tumble down the steps. As you felt gravity pull you down and prepared yourself for the inevitable pain with it, a pair of arms and a masculine frame had caught you before the disaster could occur.

“Careful, (y/l/n), we can’t have you harming that beautiful face. It would be quite a shame if you took a nasty tumble down the stairs,” he spoke, his tone a fine line between flirtatious and condescending.

“Oh, I-” The boy helped you balance yourself on the steps again, and you finally lifted your head to meet the eyes of your savior, “Draco.”

“Are you alright, (y/l/n)? Not to frightened by the dragons, are you?” His grey eyes peered back up into yours as you were slightly taller than him due to the steps of the stairs.

“No, no, of course not,” You shook your head softly and smiled to the boy, “Thank you, Draco.”

As if on cue, Hermione had invaded the private moment between you and the Malfoy boy, “Excuse us, Malfoy, but we would like to go sit with our friends before Harry enters the arena.”

His gaze broke off to glare at Hermione, “Oh yeah, you catch quite a view of him cowering away from the beast. I bet he’ll forfeit the challenge five minutes in.”

Draco’s entire demeanor had changed from a strange kindness to a smug arrogance as he sneered at the Granger girl. You didn’t want anything more to come from the encounter, so you caught Draco's attention again by lightly fixing his hat that had become lopsided, “Thank you again, Draco, but we should really be getting to our seats.”

His eyes flickered back to you and his features softened again, “Well if you feel like joining me in cheering for Krum, there will remain a seat open for you.”

With that, he allows the pair of you the breeze past him as he returns to his seat. A warmth stayed persistent on your cheeks as you made your way next to Ron, who looked quite disgruntled.

“(y/n), what was that back there?” Hermione questioned as the pair of you took your seats,

“What happened? Harry say something?”

Before you could speak, Hermione replied, “I accidentally tripped (y/n), but Draco caught her before she could tumble down the steps. Which I guess is somewhat lucky, but he flirted with her.”

“Malfoy?!? But he-,” Ron looked at you, both quizzical and worried, “Did he do anything? He jinx you?”

“Um... no,” You looked between the two of them, lost in their confusion.

“But Malfoy can’t stand muggle-borns, even if they are kind or pretty as you, (y/n),” Ron wrinkled his nose at the thought.

“That’s just it,” Both yours and Ron’s attention snapped to Hermione, “I don’t think Malfoy knows that you’re muggle-born which probably is in your favor, you saw how he looked and spoke to me.”

A canon erupted, signaling that Harry would enter the arena in only a moment. The shock of it all had left you confused, “it was probably just a one-time encounter. Let’s just watch Harry, and let that just blow over.”

With that, the three of you cheered for the Gryffindor boy and mostly forgot about your encounter with Draco. Sure, the memory of it would continue to puzzle you and keep you up at night to only be lost in thought. Yet, December rolled around quicker than anyone expected and with it, exciting news.

Along with the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the tradition of the Yule Ball would fall on the eve of the winter solstice. Many girls around the school were already gossiping about dates, dress, and dancing even though many of their male colleagues seemed to be quite opposed to the event. That was until the school announced that the Weird Sisters would be playing a set at the ball.

Of course, the main chatter was who the champions were taking to the Yule Ball because every girl wanted Cedric or Viktor to ask them and every boy was lining up to ask Fleur. Yet poor Harry couldn’t seem to catch a break-even in finding a date for the night. But Hermione would be quite the talk of the town once everyone realized that she was Viktor’s date for the ball, and he had taken a further interest in her. The pair of you chatted as you walked towards your classes together - she was going to the astronomy tower and you were going to divinations.

“I still can’t believe you snagged Viktor Krum! I mean I’m not exactly surprised with both your beauty and brains-”

“Oh stop that,” Hermione blushed and tried to quiet you down, “Who are you going with? I know that you’ve been asked at least five times today!”

As she showered you in compliments, you saw the flash of platinum blonde hair breeze past the pair of you with a few followers trickling behind. It was undoubtedly Malfoy and his crew who were also headed to Professor Trelawney’s class.

“I haven’t said yes to anyone yet,” you admitted timidly.

“What?!? You have to be kidding me, (y/n). I know at least half the Durmstrang boys would love to be your escort for the night-”

“I-I know that, Hermione,” you flushed as the pair of you paused on the stairs, “I’m just... waiting for the right person.”

“Alright, just make sure you say yes to him. Or else I fear Harry or Ron will ask you,” You bid each other goodbye and separated to your designated classes.

As you made your way up the north tower to try and make it to class a few minutes early. Even though other students may have found her strange and overbearing, you knew that she was deep down a kind lady who wished the best for everyone she crossed paths with. Yet before you could make it up much further, you felt a light tug on the hood of your robes.

“Oh!” you jumped slightly at the shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, (y/n),” Michael Corner smiled as he glanced up at you, “do you have just a quick second?”

“I do, but let’s step into the window sill so that we’re out of the way,” you suggested. He stepped over onto it first, before offering his hand out to you, “Thank you.”

Few students passed by the two of you and up into the north tower, there was still 5 minutes till classes started but you still hoped to be early enough to snag a seat in the front.

“Well, how can I help you, Michael? Did you get my notes from Cho? I asked her to pass them onto you, but I can make you an extra copy-”

“No, no, she passed them along to me. Thank you for that. Potions is sadly not my area of expertise,” He smiled as a little blush dusted his cheeks, “I actually was wondering if you had a date to the Yule Ball? And if not-”

“(y/l/n)!” you heard Draco call and quickly hurry up the steps towards you, “Thank Salazar I found you before classes started.”

Draco paused next to you, giving you the kindest eyes before his gaze turned towards Michael. His expression changed into that of one mixed with jealousy and disagreement, “Corner, shouldn’t you be out in the greenhouses. Why don’t you leave (y/n) alone before someone gets the impression that a Ravenclaw is going to skip class.”

Michael glanced at you then over to Draco before disappearing down the stairs. Before he completely vanished from your sight, he looked back up at you with a very apparent look of disappointment in his eyes. Draco now took the spot where Michael was previously and held your right hand in his.

“(y/l/n), I don’t know if you realize but you are quite a wanted woman recently,” Draco smirked, his grey eyes flickering across your face as if gathering information.

“I guess so... I mean with the ball and everything, I have gotten plenty of proposals.”

“So I’ve heard, but you’ve yet to say yes to any of them, or so I’ve heard.”

“Correct again. I haven’t given my word to attend with anyone, but I did promise a dance or two to a few gentlemen,” you tried to analyze the situation as best as you could, but Draco remained unreadable to you. He also knew how to put up a good front.

“Well, (y/n), I am hoping that you’ll give me the pleasure of being my date to the Yule Ball, and hopefully, you will allow me to take you to Hogsmeade in the next few weeks,” his face had softened as he waited for a reply, his smugness and confident stance faltering under your gaze.

“Draco, are you asking me out? As your girlfriend and to the Yule Ball?”

“I figured- you know... two birds with one stone.”

“I would love to be your companion to the Yule Ball,” You beamed at him, “and your girlfriend.”

That day had long passed now. So had the Yule Ball and your entire fourth year. Now you were at the end of your fifth year and Draco no longer treated you like a prized possession, let alone sparing you a glance.

At some point in your relationship, the sweetness of being in love ended as he began expecting behaviors and ideas from you that you never expressed before. He still held Slytherin above every other house and expected you to treat those not in Slytherin's house the same way he did. He wanted your attention and affection at every second, instead of allowing you to be with friends and he rarely ever returned affections either. But the worst behavior that Draco partook of that crossed every line for you was the blood prejudice.

He held being part of the Sacred Twenty Eight to a higher degree than necessary in all aspects. There was a difference in being proud of your bloodline and then being prideful of your bloodline. And the Malfoy family very much fell into the pride of being Pureblooded Wizards.

That was when a puzzle really clicked into place for you. Yes, Draco had loved you for you, but he also needed his parents to love you. He tried to pressure you into a perfect little box that he could wrap up and present to mummy and daddy. You understood why he felt the needed to continue being the perfect Malfoy, but you couldn’t understand why he thought it was okay to pull you into it. His parents would never accept you for one reason.

“I don’t understand this, (y/l/n). we took a break just like you asked and it has done nothing. I know you still love me, so let's stop this ridiculous behavior. My parents want to meet you again. Mother loved you and I’m sure this time father will...”

“No, Draco. I don’t want to go back to the Manor,” You shook your head and took deep breaths.

“Well, that’s odd, but we can go to your estate-”

“No, can’t you listen-”

“The Three Broomsticks then, but please, I need you-”

“No, Draco, you aren’t listening to me,” tears threatened to spill as you felt your heart begin to shatter. You had never lied to Draco, but the truth about your family had never come to the surface.

As far as it concerned the Wizarding World, the (y/l/n) Family was also a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight Pureblood families. You understood the confusion and had to explain it to many of your friends and professors. But now Draco had to know the truth, even if it meant he wouldn’t be yours anymore.

“I’m not whoever you’ve painted me out to be,” your bottom lips quivered as you took a deep breath, “I’m not exactly who you think I am.”

Draco’s whole body dropped, “what do you mean?”

“Yes, I am part of the (y/l/n) bloodline, but I’m also a muggle-born.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense.”

“My grandparents had five children. My two uncles, my father, and my two aunts. All of them great wizards, except for my father who had no magical abilities - the only one in our family. He married my mother, who is a muggle. However, I am a witch.” you confessed it all, praying that he would understand. Maybe he would love you enough to glance over this fatal flaw.

“A squib? Your father is a squib and you never bothered to mention it!”

“It wasn’t that important I thought, because I’m still a member of a Pureblood family! I thought that you would see over it because it’s such a small hiccup.”

“I- no, I can’t just look over it. You know I can’t and you know I won’t,” Draco glared, looking at you with the same disdain that his father had when speaking of muggles.

“Draco, please. We can lie and just paint over this. I’ll even get my family to lie, but I don’t want to lose you. I’ve never felt like this with anyone, ever in my life,” A few stray tears managed to escape your defense as you begged him.

“(y/n), we both know who my parents, who my family, who we are associated with. I can’t risk it and neither can you.”

“I love you, Draco. And everyone knows it.”

“I love you too. And hopefully, you will get it through your head while I can’t love you anymore.”

During your sixth and seventh years, you never spoke to Draco, let alone offered a glance in his general direction. He shattered your heart after you had thought you had found your person, your soulmate if you will. The only thing the shocked you was that he never mentioned or let lose the dirtiest secret of your family. It wouldn’t have changed much but still have hurt you enough in many social circles.

Even after the Battle of Hogwarts had passed, you still hadn’t made up with Draco and even Harry Potter, his schoolyard nemesis, ended up coming to terms. All your friends were engaged, married, or dating. You had also tried, but nothing ever came of anything you attempted to pursue. The spark you once had with who you thought was the love of your life never reappeared with anyone else.

However, you heard from the newlywed Potter’s that Draco had married - an arranged marriage - but married nonetheless. To Astoria Greengrass who was two years your younger back in school. Both purebloods, caring for their family lineage. The news had come to you at the end of another failed relationship and felt like a ton of bricks on your chest.

No, the Malfoy prejudice was in no way your fault. You had done everything you could to salvage the relationships and love him unconditionally. But sometimes you wonder...

if one thing had been different, would everything be different?

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xanderxciv · 2 years

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Gohan VS Sym - Part 1.5, conclusion.

We're going back to Sym & Gohan's 10 Day training before their fight. Its Day 5 of training & Videl goes to meet Sym & intended to attempt to ease tensions between him & Gohan by inviting him to dinner. Sym is part-Saiyan & considering what Cell once did with his tail, he'd eat, but doesn't really need to. However, he has been training for 5 days straight. Videl also wanted to see Sym for herself, and she can see that there isn't evil in him.

Sym declines. Also, he was surprised when he realized that Videl is Hercules' daughter & is actually a fighter. Pan came along, she is pissed & is ready to fight Sym. To Sym's surprise, Videl isnt against Pan sparring with him.

So Sym issues a challenge, if Pan can actually hurt him, strike an attack that breaks through his insect shell & may take a while to regenerate, he'll accept the dinner invitation.

Sym doesnt really try at first. Dodging & blocking attacks with just a finger. Pan has the speed, attacking while zipping around. Pan hates that Sym isn't taking the fight seriously & goes SSJ1. She insists Sym to actually fight.

So Sym does just that & makes the challenge tougher by transforming into a state he's been training to sustain longer, Super Saiyan 3.

Perfect Cell had the electric aura around him when he regenerated, so for all tense & purposes, that was SSJ2. Which Sym could easily do & took it further beyond. The difference is that his shell becomes SSJ gold with spots(a differtiate from Frieza's Golden Form & onwards being a solid color), his crown grows & the jewel parts have the same color as the SSJ eyes.

The battle continues, Pan fired a Masenko, which Sym deflects. He was about to ask how Pan learned it at a young age, but Sym quickly remembered he's one to talk. All the while, Videl is calm. Too calm, explosions & such dont phase her.

Later in the fight, Pan is tiring out, due to being 3/4th human & just a quarter Saiyan. If DBS: Super Heroes confirms than Pan has no such limitations despite less Saiyan blood in her, then she's tired out due to going SSJ at 4 years old, compared to Goten being 7 when he did it. Sym commends her for putting up a fight, but in a condescending way. Pan aint having it, goes Mystic & delivers a final attack.

Out of the debris, Sym is standing in his base form, Pan is asleep after Mystic tuckered her out faster(she aint using that form again until after years of training), and that last attack managed to hurt him. It blasted through the shell, injuring his arms & dealing a good hit to his chest. To Sym's annoyance, Pan techically wins.

Sym guesses if Pan sparred with Gohan to get him to dinner as well. But she actually didnt, Videl did. Sym has his doubts because she's a human. Videl briefiy shows off her Ultra Riyō form. Although hers isnt as strong as Yamcha, Krillin & Roshi's due to her lack of experience, its still overwhelming to Sym.

Videl carries Pan, flies off & Sym follows. But before that, wonders to himself, "How the...When did..., I have so many questions".

Next Time, Gohan & Sym VS Almighty Cell - Part 5.5: Cyborgs Reach A New Height.

No specific techniques to bring up, but I call Pan's final attack during Mystic, The Son Family Bloodline. And one attack Pan has is called, Firecracker Barrage.

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cyndalyssa · 3 years

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Oh, Look, Another Darkwing Drabble

This one’s a snippet of a bigger story in my head, based on the idea of Bushroot going massive mindless monstrosity.

I dunno if I’ll ever write the rest of the story down, my life tends to get a little busy and I already have a lot of ideas I want to make in my free time, but I at least wanted to exercise the writing muscles.

All was quiet at the Museum of Failed Experiments. The dark of night gave the appearance of rest to each polished display, even those that were still lit. Though dignified it looked, the place was home to quite a bit of failure, hence the name. Each wing, covering branches of science and engineering, was a hall of shame, showing off embarrassments, tragedies, and unfinished projects to the citizens of St. Canard.

It was at this scene that the night guards present had unfortunate encounters. A flower that sprayed sleeping gas, a stun gun, a joy buzzer that ended in instant knockout, being washed into a closet by water from the drinking fountain, and just getting hit by a mallet were their fates, and they were swiftly locked up by the intruders.

The Fearsome Five then had the place to themselves.

As they met up in the lobby, Megavolt couldn’t help but look up, in awe of the enormity of it. “Wowza, they really went all out on this place!” He glanced back at the corridor from whence he came and smiled. “They’ve got gizmos and gadgets aplenty!”

Quackerjack bounced to his side. “And whozits and whatzits galore!”

“They got thingamabobs?”

“Psht, at least twenty!”

Megavolt laughed. “I can’t believe they gave up on some of these! I oughta grab ‘em and show everyone how it’s done!”

Quackerjack grinned. “Oh, I feel you, Sparky! In fact, I’m getting quite a bit of inspiration myself from doodads like the fruit-flavored fireworks! Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo, can you just imagine a literal explosion of fruity goodness?”

Megavolt narrowed his eyes, his plug hat sparking and an irritated growl in his voice. “How many times have I told you not to call me Sparky?”

“Not like you can remember.”

Cutting between them, the Liquidator piped in, “Fruit-flavored fireworks? The phenomenon of the century, guaranteed to sweeten up your 4th of July celebrations! Comes in apple, cherry, grape, and blue raspberry.”

Bushroot scratched his head. “I’m just wondering how the inventor expected that to work. What kind of chemistry was involved?”

Negaduck rolled his eyes. “Blegh, of course you dweebs get hopped up on exploding fruit snacks. Now remember, children, we’re not here for the fireworks, we’re here for the portal gun that’s supposed to be displayed here… and I expect you to be looking for it!”

The other four silently stared at him for a moment, glanced at each other, and then back to him. Then, Megavolt asked, “Well, what does it look like?”

“It’s red and vaguely gun-shaped, with a spinny thing at the end,” Negaduck answered in baby-talk. Then he snapped, “I’m sure you could figure it out from the display name! Now, get to searching!”

Negaduck stormed upstairs. Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed to the technology wing--partially running from Negaduck, partially rushing to see what kind of doodads they could see. Perhaps even take some and modify them for later mischief.

Liquidator was about to flow down another hall when he noticed Bushroot at the directory. The plant duck glanced the direction of the hall that Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed down, and then up the stairs that Negaduck had descended. Then, almost sneakily, he went in the opposite direction and toward the natural science and chemistry wing.

Curious, Liquidator decided to follow him, and had caught up in a second. “One in ten customers would say that this portal gun is not in this wing, Bushroot.”

Bushroot flinched at the sudden voice, but quickly regained his composure. “Well, uh… when studying the map earlier, I recall that the storage room was somewhere in this direction. It could be in there.”

Liquidator raised a watery eyebrow. “You want an excuse to look around, huh?”

Bushroot glanced away. “Well… it couldn’t hurt. I mean, I’m curious and I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another opportunity for a museum visit.” He looked back to see Liquidator still staring like a disappointed parent. “But I do think storage is in this wing, honest!”

“Hm. Well, if it’s in this direction, why not treat yourself to this once-in-a-lifetime super private tour? Just don’t get too distracted, and it’ll be between you and me.”

“O-oh, that’s no problem. I’m a pretty fast reader.”

The two mutants wandered around the natural science and chemistry wing, looking for a door or hall or basement staircase that led to that storage room. However, Liquidator was doing most of the looking, sweeping around the rooms quickly, while Bushroot, though still looking at the walls in hopes of spotting the passage they were looking for, was circling displays in fascination. There were models and pictures of odd creatures or monstrosities, as well as deformed skeletons of unfortunate souls. He read about attempts to clone prehistoric plants and even animals, a tale of a man who accidentally fused himself with a fly, and the horror of radioactive moss. On occasion, he’d stumble on a display involving water, and invite Likki to take a look.

Every so often, Liquidator would look to see what Bushroot was doing. There were moments that Bushroot seemed to be genuinely looking for that storage room--such as now, when walking along the wall of glass cases full of more experiments, he paused at a gap in the wall, looking at a door, but saw that it was an emergency exit and then moved on. Otherwise, the plant duck was more invested in the science that surrounded him, which Likki had a little trouble relating to. While some of the stuff involving water was interesting, he otherwise didn’t care for the biological stuff that Bushroot was so entranced by.

Meanwhile, so far, the only doors they had found were emergency exits, but nothing leading to any storage or basement at some point. Liquidator was almost of the mind that Bushroot duped him, but Bushy wasn’t like that.

At some point, when Liquidator finally found a hallway that looked promising, Bushroot suddenly cried, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Alarmed, Likki splashed his way to where Bushroot stood, at a display in the corner about biological chemical disasters. The plant duck was looking quite offended, glaring at one particular shelf where a green substance, surrounded by plant models and photos of a strange machine, sat. Likki took a closer look at the label, which read:

Chloroplast Infusion Solution, Dr. Reginald Bushroot, Ph.D

Skimming over the description of the substance, what it was supposed to do, and how it backfired, Likki just glanced over to Bushroot, who held his head in his leafy hands.

“How humiliating! I can’t believe I made it into the Hall of Shame!”

Likki patted him on the back. “Aw, Bushy, do not fret! After all, you’ve gotten an upgrade! Who needs a normal sad sap scientist when you can have a super plant that can grow a forest with just a thought?”

A sharp glare arose from Bushroot’s palms. “I just wanted to alleviate world hunger… and, uh, maybe get a little respect…”

“Respect, huh?” Likki shook his head. “I’m sure with your power, you can easily command it.”

“There is a difference between respect and fear.”

“Hm. Well, as Bud Flud, I was just a salesman trying to keep my business afloat; but as the Liquidator, I became master of all liquids, one with the water, and a force to be reckoned with!” A sphere of water detached from Likki’s hand and revolved around it. “I know my power, and I revel in it.”

He grabbed the sphere, reabsorbing it. “As for you… well, you’ve got potential, but you lack nerve. Someday, I’d like to see you cut loose, show them what Bushroot is really capable of.”

Bushroot glanced at him, pondering on whether he should remind Liquidator of Negaduck and their shared fear of him, but decided against it. He crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever you say.”

He went back to glaring at the display of his fateful project. “If those two ignoramuses had just minded their own business and not made me look bad in front of the dean, then I would’ve still had the funding to test on the lab rats instead of myself. You know, catch the kinks and find a way to iron them out. But… here I am now.”

“I’d say that career change was for the better.”

“But I liked being a scientist… sure, I hated my coworkers--except one--but I love science.”

Likki shrugged. “Life sucks and we just gotta roll with the punches.” He turned around and marched toward that one hallway. “Now, come on, there’s a storage room calling our names, and who knows when the purple menace will pop in.”

Bushroot sighed, taking one last look at his experiment’s exhibit. “All right, I’ll stop wasting ti--”

He stopped when he caught a name on the display right next to his. Eyes boggling, he grabbed the bottle from that shelf and shouted, “Goodness grapevines! He has one here too?”

Likki stopped and turned around. “Inquiring minds must know… who’s he?”

Bushroot gestured to the name on the display, which, when Likki took a closer look, read ‘Dr. Arthur Bones’. “He was my rival back in college, and he was one of the meanest, most condescending jerks that I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. I don’t know what I ever did to him, but sometimes it felt like it was his life’s mission just to convince me that everything I do is stupid and dangerous. Hmph, at least my buddy Andrew had my back.”

Liquidator rubbed his chin. “You just have a way of attracting bullies, don’t you? At the very least, you can take some joy that Dr. Bones is also in the Hall of Shame!”

“Yeah, I guess I could.” Bushroot looked at the label on the bottle, brow furrowed in confusion. “Although I do wonder what he was doing making fertilizer. Last I remember, he was into genetics--especially studies on mutations and defects.”

“For more information, check the description--it’s right there.”

Bushroot turned to the description and read aloud, “‘In 1990, a miracle growth formula invented by Dr. Bones took several western states by storm. With a natural sweet scent and potent power, it improved the lives of gardeners everywhere by making plants healthier, stronger, and sturdier against disease and pests, and helping them to grow faster than normal’.” He scratched his chin and nodded. “Well, now I’m tempted to bring it home with me and see what my plants think.”

Liquidator chuckled. “Oh, I bet they’d love it! The amazing miracle fertilizer, guaranteed to create a happy and hearty garden!”

“Ee-hee, it does sound great.” Bushroot’s smile fell into a frown as he turned back to the description. “But this is a Museum of Failed Experiments, so there is a catch here... ‘While at first it seemed to be a blessing, it soon proved to be dangerous for people, as proven with the Mallard High School Football Team during the fall of 1990. Reports of--’”

“I am the terror that flaps in the night!”

The sudden voice from nowhere made them jump. Bushroot even ended up tossing the bottle of fertilizer into the air. He didn’t even hear the second part of the introduction, too distracted by gravity smashing the bottle onto his head. The glass shattered, and fertilizer splashed everywhere on him and the floor, leaving him a dripping mess. His roots started lapping up the puddle that remained.

“I am… Darkwing Duck!”

#darkwing duck #fearsome five #bushroot #liquidator #megavolt #quackerjack #negaduck #drabble #lyssa writes #wishing i had more time and motivation to write

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