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Wdym this isn’t how season 2 episode 17 went?
#my art#to your eternity#fumetsu no anata e#to your eternity fushi#to your eternity march#fushi#to you the immortal#TYE#giving them comfort because this show sure as fuck wont
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i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33
I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k
modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships
"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.
"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen.
James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?"
"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there."
"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"
James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?"
"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself."
"Why the fuck?" James asks.
"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?"
"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?"
"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable."
He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?"
James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?"
You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like."
"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice."
"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy."
"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads."
"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you."
James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly.
"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for."
James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?"
"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum."
"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."
"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore."
"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway."
"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking."
You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks.
"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married."
James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel."
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter fic#james potter fluff#james potter blurb#james potter drabble#james potter imagine#james potter fanfic#james potter fanfiction#james potter scenario#james potter oneshot#the marauders#marauders era#marauders
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i think i find comfort in vashwood because of their unwillingness to say outloud how they care and love for one another. like CANONLY, theres so, so much they dont say, yet their actions reflect everything.
i’m pretty sure i’ve spoke on this before but i like to think that they never say more than they need to because of the world they live in, the type of people they are, the type of upbringings theyve had. it all stems back to them not really feeling worthy of the love they are offered.
wolfwood who only thinks of himself as some fucked up modified killing machine and that he believes theres no chance someone as kind hearted as vash would see the good in him, or what little there is left of the good in him. he’s done nothing but kill, he could never redeem himself, and yet vash isn’t scared nor shuns him for it even with his pacifistic ideals.
vash who has seen the brutal truth of wolfwood’s being and still decides he loves him to the very end.
vash who doesnt believe he deserves any ounce of love or commitment because he only hurts those he gets close to. it’s happened before and itll happen again, like hes a walking time bomb and everything will blow up again and the people close to him will die no matter what he does. and wolfwood who canonly sticks beside him until the end! literally calls himself his guide.
vash who has never had true companionship in his 150 years of living, and wolfwood who follows him to the ends of gunsmoke.
just up until vol10, theyre still toeing the line of the relationship theyve created. but the exact moment vash shows up and chooses to prioritize wolfwood over going after knives (the fucking thing he’s been working towards since the big fall, over a hundred years ago) is the moment he steps past that line. its so extremely open and explicit, even wolfwood asks him ‘why are you here?”
while what he says here is true yes, it also sounds like “you cannot die, i’m here to ‘save’ you because i want to live.”
then to this when wolfwood knows and accepts he will die— the sheer HORROR on vash’s face when he realizes wolfwood wont allow him to save him.
few pages ahead, vash’s monologue starts and these old panels come up. “deep down, he had become very close to me.” basically implying that back then, during the ‘shoot’ moment, they weren’t really close. and when vash accused him: “you’re the coward here.”, “you give up all hope so easily”, it was almost surface level in a way? talking to him at surface level
but now, so many chapters later when wolfwood really does give up hope, vash, with all of his developed love through out the story realizes how differently he feels now. wolfwood made him put a fucking gun to his head (giving up hope), and vash who only scolded and accused him, vs vol10 where when wolfwood gives up hope, vash feels straight terror, that he’s really going to lose him. (also the inverted panel is just so gorgeous.)
the whole “isnt that right, wolfwood?” just proves my entire point that vash’s presence here in this fight steps over the line of vulnerability they had created. he knows how he feels, and he knows that wolfwood feels the same, even if hes speaking to him indirectly.
#im just rambling#okay#i dont know where i was going. w it#no fics u only get vashwood rambles sodrry#vashwood#vashwood angst#trigun maximum#trigun maximum wolfwood#trigun maximum vash#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vash angst#wolfwood angst#h4venpha
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Do you ever wonder how complicated or nuanced it might be setting personal boundaries with a poly yandere Asmodeus and Fizz. Like do you ever workshop Lust Ring worldbuilding culture and realize "oh wait shit wouldn't it paradoxically be really easy AND ALSO borderline impossible to be open with and enforce your personal boundaries in a place perpetually encouraging the most openly brazen of carnal displays"?
Like. Obviously I like one of them more than the other but silly little guys are growing on me and, just. Imagine being a Sinner and being down in the Lust Ring and realizing they have a completely different culture around just, showing your body and being open with yourself and your desires and, you're suddenly not sure what things are sexual harassment or considered their normal culture and you're not sure what you're even allowed to verbally express discomfort against because. Is it actually something normal and YOU'RE being weird and mean to THEM? Or, are you unintentionally letting people do REALLY creepy things to you?
You move out of Pride and your new coworkers in Ozzie's building are constantly eating dick and pussy shaped foods? Your coworker is throating a dick shaped ice pop at their desk? Your coworkers are varying levels of half naked? That's not perverted, it's normal and healthy and they're confident in their healthy sexuality :) oh, but you think that's weird? You don't want to look directly at someone's tits when they ask your opinion on their new nipple piercings? Aw, aren't you cute, being too shy to be open with yourself! maybe we all need to show you a few things to welcome you to Lust--
Like, I know Ozzie is dead set on consent but I often brainstorm different variations of those opinions or otherwise in a yandere setting. Ozzie is accepting and open and body positive! Therefore he might be completely in the nude while he sits in a recliner and you're asked to bring him something and he ISN'T EMBARRASSED AT ALL. Aw, he doesn't care if you see his dick, he's not ashamed of his body :) and you don't want to tell him to cover up because he's so nice to you, right? Like..... the perfect fucking gentleman BESIDES these um. Conflicting opinions on modesty and boundaries. Like genuinely he is such a good man fr i want him biblicly 😩❤️
These two out here with their fucking "what are you talking about, this blatantly sexual thing we're doing isn't sexual at all, you're being weird and seeing things thst aren't there and also dont kinkshame us wow thats rude?" bullshit. Oh so you got too drunk at an office party so they made sure you got home safely so no one took advantage of you? Yeah that's cool! Or it would be if they didn't take you to THEIR home though! Oh, it was weird for you to wake up literally sandwiched between them in a pair of pajamas meaning they undressed you? Yeah? Well you had to get your sleep and there's only one bed and they wont make you sleep on the couch and Ozzie's chest is nice and broad and warm and Fizz can rest his face on your tummy and-- why are you scowling and looking grossed out, they were just making sure you were warm and cozy, but if that made you uncomfortable, they're sorry you felt that way from them just trying to so something nice for you--
I recognize it's canonically antithetical to his actual beliefs but yandere Ozzie who is like "oh you're not comfortable sharing details about your sexuality or your body or your sex life with me? I mean. Oh gee it would be like so awkward if we were having drinks as friends and I charismatically loosened your lips over time by repeatedly pressing the issues until you give in! It's not a real 'no' if it eventually becomes a 'yes' right?"
Fizz is like. A fucking jester. He's a clown. He's THE silly little guy. So you almost regard him as this nonsexual cartoonish entity until he occasionally has shit slip out of his mouth that reminds you No Honey That's A Grown Ass Man, he's saying shit like "oh wow seeing that crop over there reminded me of the other week where Ozzie and I were doing horseplay and you should've SEEN when I took one to that huge butt of his, he was SCREAMING into the bridle gag and-"
I FEEL LIKE YOU'D CATCH THEM LIKE, ULTRA WEAPONIZING T H E I R RULES. Yeah, consent is important! That's why you're not allowed to flirt with that dilfy incubus, because, what is that in your hand? Gasp, is that a single shot? You've been drinking therefore you can't consent and you're being CARRIED away if that gets you to stop talking to this guy
Like imagine you're this shy bullied little thing and Admodeus is treating you like this precious egg that he can't wait to hatch and then it's like, you're dressing up sexy and coming on to someone ELSE talking about how you wanna suck THEIR dick and suddenly he's all "uh um uh hm you know what?you're moving too fast, people are gonna take advantage of you, you're not ready, let me take you home--"
"BLOWJ0BS FOR ME BUT NOT FOR THEE" for reeeeeeeal!!!!! You're sitting in like, the living room, basically forced to be celibate (unless ya bone them) and in the next room over IN THE ONLY BEDROOM you're hearing like *spanking* *bicycle horn* *that one oh yeah sound effect* *shaking tin sfx* *water splashing* *rubber ducky squeaky noise* *slide whistle* *whoopie cushion* and then the both of them limp out of there visibly disheveled and asking if you want to order a pizza because WOW THEY'RE JUST WAY TOO HUNGRY TO COOK DINNER TONIGHT FOR SOME REASON--
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Hi! Just a tip, try advertising that you take requests in a pinned post so people know!! But, anyway, can I get Alto Clef, Jack Bright, Benjamin Kondraki, and SCP 035 with some kind of demon/hybrid/scp reader? Basically, they're pretty dangerous and chaotic, but see them as their mate and basically just instinctively give them gifts, feed them, and protect them LMAO
Scp 035, Jack Bright and Benjamin Kondraki x Demon/Hybrid/Scp!Reader
Omg, it publish while it was unfinished im a dumbass, and i can’t take down.
Scp 035:
At first he knows what’s up with you and your feelings for him.
He is going to play around with your feelings sometimes.
“You brought me a gift?” *Gasp* “For me? You shouldn’t have bother”
He doesn’t need protection but having you around to help him wont hurt him.
Will manipulate you into doing some bad stuff around.
“You know, we could try to kill that guy and run away together”
Might as well randomly abandoned you in a breach containment.
Might as well to come up with excuses to leave you.
Might as well leave you at a gas statin in Chicago at 1:00 in the morning with a cigar and a jacked.
Of course you can teleport and appear in front of him and scared him for his shitty attitude.
Will flirt with you and others in front of you.
The foundation will probably separate you from him since he is bad influence in you.
He is a bad influence but sometimes takes out the best of you
Sometimes will try to get you to host him, of course you don’t fall for it but you get to give him a new one.
Sometimes you two have conversations through telepathy.
Shows you his acting skills.
Somewhat of a chaotic duo.
He might as well tag along 049, who also tells you to stop hanging out with him.
Jack Bright:
The one who is most grateful among the three.
He struggles with depression, so cooking for him and bringing him snacks is the best thing for him.
Sometimes will go up to you to cuddle since he also need some comfort.
Might as well have some sexual intercourse with you.
The one who is less afraid on getting closer while also everyone knowing it.
Chaotic duo.
You always protect him and his body as well as the amulet he wears because you know how bad dysphoria he has.
You are the one who is after him making sure he doesn’t accidentally kill himself.
“You want to see what i can do with a bottle of gasoline?”
He had present you his brother scp 590.
You kinda adopted him.
Now, you also take care of him and visit him too, as well as to take him into the chaotic adventures too.
One time you three were barefooted outside on a hill looking at the foundation while a helicopter flew by with a water because you three decide to cook something especial for the anniversary of you two being ‘together’.
Another time was that you two ran away and a helicopter chased both of you, so you two go inside of it and drove it around of a texas highway, and park it on side walk next to a wendy’s.
Benjamin Kondraki:
He is annoyed it by it at first.
“The fuck do you want?”
Will tell you to stop.
He is an alcoholic you taking care of him is a big thing.
Draven coming back to check up to his Dad and find his place clean and no bottles, as well as food on the table.
Konny will have to explain to him that it wasn’t him, even if it disappoints his son.
He will be very wary of you.
Draven is kinda grateful for what you do for him.
Even so Draven is also as wary as his dad, you are a scp so don’t take it personally.
Leaving him snacks he ins grateful for it, but wont take it.
After a month he will start to take the snacks.
Not much of an affectionate guy, so if you try to hug him he will push you away.
“Listen, this can’t work, i appreciate the snack and everything, but we cannot be together, its against the rules”
He had said that you thousands of time, even so you still stick by his side, you never meant harm to him so he stop saying that.
He doesn’t like chaos since he is already chaotic, so you will have to step down in the making chaos around, unless is use to help him if something happens and he needs to step in to stop it.
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jotaro kujo is a big softie that loves his friends so incredibly much and he needs to ensure their safety to be calm and also he’s a giantass fucking loser dork OR:
what the oingo boingo arc tells us about jotaro despite him barely being in it
first things first, jotaro being in the back with avdol and kakyoin when they’re wounded
what does this mean? it means jotaro could only soothe his nerves while on the drive to the hospital by being the one to tend to avdol and kakyoin
i come to this conclusion because it certainly wasn’t cause of space issues: polnareff is shorter than jotaro and also weighs less, so it probably wouldve been less cramped if he was the one to go into the back. but he’s not. you might then argue that no one else would’ve been able to drive, but then i argue that joseph could’ve driven and jotaro couldve been in the passenger seat. but again, that’s not the case. jotaro is only able to handle the wait by being the one right beside kakyoin and avdol while theyre wounded
to expand upon this, jotaro is the one who left for avdol and kakyoin way before joseph or polnareff. all this leads to the conclusion jotaro was really worried and the only way he could soothe those worries was by being by their sides and seeing for himself how things were going
now for the meat
polnareff wasn’t afraid of touching “jotaro” or manhandling him. this is strange... we’ve seen jotaro when he’s annoyed and pissed off about how people treat him; he literally kept an actual list of all of steely dan’s transgressions so he could properly get payback. he knows his strength and he knows how to use it so people leave him alone
but polnareff is unflinching in his action here. he doesn’t think twice about treating jotaro like a little kid who needs help getting into the car. what can we conclude about this?
one might argue that polnareff is willing to risk it this once because he’s worried about avdol and kakyoin and doesn’t want to wait around, especially because he’d be safe from a beating because of the constraints of the car. however, to counter this, let’s again remember jotaro’s strength; it would be very easy for him to push back and never be forced into the car at all before punching the daylights out of polnareff, especially because as discussed earlier, polnareff is smaller than jotaro. polnareff is impulsive but he’s not stupid, he knows they don’t have time for a brawl
which means, jotaro would’ve allowed this. jotaro is fine with being touched by his loved ones and even thrown around by them because if there is one thing jotaro can speak fluently when it comes to communication, it’s physical action. we also see this in how he lets joseph shove him against the wall when holly first falls ill and how when he was with yellow temperance kakyoin, he didn’t mind that “kakyoin” shoved him a bit (until that shoving had him almost fall to his death). whos to say he Likes it, but he clearly doesn’t Mind it so long as its coming from a friend. he trusts they wont take more what he’s willing to give in regards to his personal space
next, iggy is willing to sit next to “jotaro” and is even comfortable enough to sleep next to him
this is presumably because he earned iggy’s respect in the n’doul fight and handled iggy’s bullshit with the gum with relative grace -- showing that he’s not gonna hurt iggy over it, at least
i just wanted to point this out to show that iggy and jotaro were friends too. ive said this before but this implication makes me think jotaro, alongside avdol, was one of the only ppl allowed to pet iggy
now the implications of the famous cigarette trick
jotaro is not a showoff kinda guy. he doesn’t like bringing attention to himself, especially not “ohh wow that’s so cool!!” attention like a cigarette trick would give him. at least, not from relative strangers, like the girls at his school -- but if its from his friends, clearly his tune changes a bit...
i come to this conclusion because sure, it’d be one thing if jotaro only did this trick with the single cigarette polnareff has; he mightve done it to earn some respect and otherwise “cool” points from the crusaders so he can be alone in peace (they would be intimidated to bother such a cool guy)
but jotaro does this trick with FIVE cigarettes
he literally has no reason to do that other than to wow the crusaders at this point. this goes beyond just garnering some respect; this would be jotaro going out of his way, wasting cigarettes as he does so, to make people Look at him. like you see why this is fairly abnormal right?
so how else would one explain this behavior? well, it’s obvious to me: jotaro enjoys making his friends smile. he doesn’t mind it when it’s THEIR attention on him, because he trusts the intentions of it. it’s not burning or prickling or unknown like a stranger’s attention might be to him; it’s comforting, it lets him know he’s seen, it lets him know they care. i dont think jotaro would like ever THRIVE under attention per se, but he would really like it nonetheless coming from his friends, which is what this proves to me. he wants them to look at him and smile and root for him and revel in his accomplishments with him, an experience he doesn’t award just anyone
also it goes to show that jotaro is willing to put down the cool guy front near the crusaders cause honestly, doing this fuckin thing with five cigarettes is, while impressive, not necessarily a badass guy thing? you only learn to do this if you have a bad smoking habit and are bored out of your mind -- not particularly cool, but funny and relatable. which i think is the thing...jotaro WANTS the crusaders to relate to him. im goign nuts. basically jsut like...he loves them. he loves the connection they all have to him and it opens facets of himself he never thought would see the light of day. it lets him relax and just...be himself (which is a weirdo funny kid btw) for a bit. he doesnt need to be constantly cool or whatever to be comfortable in front of them
next, the way joseph and polnareff respond to “jotaro” clearly not being okay
what this response tells me is a couple of things:
1. jotaro has come undone or nearly come undone in front of them before. the way joseph and polnareff glance at each other before immediately launching into theatrics, jumping from one scenario to another so theres no time to think, tells me that they know what jotaro would appreciate in this situation -- and that’s a distraction from whatever his thoughts are with something so ridiculous the absurdity alone will shock jotaro out of it for now. they also know not to question him; making jotaro think about it even more will just lead to disaster. they only take what jotaro can give them and dont ask for more
2. the way they know jotaro wouldve appreciated a distraction means to me theyve talked to him about this before, presumably during the previous times he came undone. jotaro would rather die than truly talk about his problems so he probably told them “just- just distract me. i can’t stop thinking” (cause jotaro probably has anxiety disorder but well anyway). polnareff and joseph listened to that and they adhere to it here which we can see with the thumb and orange things. this is further supported by the time kakyoin changes subjects when it comes to light avdol and iggy died. cant overthink if you dont have the time to, right?
anyway this got long. basically, jotaro loves his friends and they love him too
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Chapter 5 -possessed -
Colby x y/n
DISCLAIMER: this is my own AU it deviates from what actually happened at the sallie house
CONTENT: demonic possession, LOTS is swearing, fluff, angst
AUTHORS NOTE: omg this one is a doozy get ready but I really like it and worked very hard on it please as always let me know your thoughts and ideas in the comments but please be nice 😊 also it’s a little longer
I try to pull myself together and I dry my tears. “Thanks for being here” I say softly to Colby. He smiles and gives me a long tender kiss. We then break away. We go to the hallway where Seth and Sam are arguing about wether we should stay. The argument was getting a little heated
“But we can’t be sure” Seth said raising his voice
“but we stay here for the video and we can protect y/n” he yelled back
“I think we should stay in the house” I say stopping them all in their tracks
“what” Colby says protectively. “No we can’t risk it, you could get hurt!”
“I won’t get hurt I’ll be fine plus I want the video to go up”
“but-“ Seth interjected
“It’s final. Where staying I say putting and end to it.” We all got back to preparing for the Estes method but Colby’s hand caught my wrist.
“I’m not leaving your side y/n. I’m going to be by your side protecting you. He brushed my cheek and pulled back my hair. gave me a quick but tender and loving kiss.
“Come on we’re ready” Sam said as we walked into the bedroom. Sam was the one going into the Estes method so he was blindfolded and had the headphones on. We checked if he could hear us and he couldn’t. I sat on the bed next to Sam. Because Colby promised to stay with me, he sat next to me on the bed. He put his hand on my thigh to comfort me. He knew I was scared, even though I tried not to show it.
(Remember this is my own au. It’s different from the video, also If I don’t say who said it. Then it was the Estes method.
“is anyone here with us” Colby asked in a clear voice his hand still rubbing my thigh.
“Yes”
“you………. Think …………can …………,protect”
“Her”
“who do we think we can protect” Seth asked his voice also very clear
“Y/n”
“Are you what scratched y/n?” His voice was firm like he was holding in anger. His fist was clenched. He took hand that was on my thigh off and held my hand. I squeezed his hand.
“Yes”
“Why did you scratch her?” Seth asked
“special…..,………….she sees us…………..dangerous ”
“You can’t hurt her again!” Colby slightly yelled angry.” I started to feel nauseous and light headed. Almost like something else was trying to take control of my body. I was fighting the urge to give in to it. But it was hard. I had a pounding headache. I put me hand to my head.
“I can….do worse………I will”
“NO! YOU WONT” Colby yelled standing up no longer holding my hand. As soon as his hand left mine I felt the presence trying to control me grow stronger.
“calm down..” Seth said to Colby. The headache was getting so unbearably worse. but then it uttered two words that would change the course of the evening forever.
“watch. me.”
I then felt myself lose control and what ever was trying to take over my body finally won.
(Colby’s pov)
I felt a change of energy in the room and from the look of Seth he could feel it too. Y/n suddenly stood up.
“y/n what are you doing”
no answer. Seth tapped Sam on the shoulder and he took his headphones off.
“y/n you okay?” I looked closer and her eyes were fluttering weirdly. “Hello” I said shaking her slightly. When I I shook her I felt th at she was ice cold.
“holy shit” I say backing away
“wha-what’s going on what’s wrong with y/n” Sam said with growing concern
“her skin is ice cold. And she’s not responding”
then I saw something I didn’t believe. Y/n started floating. Just her feet hovering above the ground at first. But she was slowly rising through the air.
“HOLY FUCK MAN” I screamed
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK”
“ OH HOLY SHIT” Seth yelped
y/n rised to the top of the ceiling and all the furniture started shaking violently. Then when the reach the ceiling the went limp and began to fall. I ran and caught her unconscious body carrying her bridal style.
WE NEED TOGET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!” Sam yelled
we all got out of the house as fast as we could Seth went to his car. Sam got in the driver’s seat. I carefully put laid y/n down and her head was in my lap. Sam started driving away once we were in our seats safely. As I looked at y/n’s unconscious body I began to cry. How could I fail? I failed to protect her. She put herself before me and now look. Her skin was still cold but not as cold as before. I break down in tears holding her hand.
when we get to the hotel she is still unconscious. I told Sam that I was going to take her to my room and take care of her. I carried her bridal style into my room and laid her on the bed. I then tucked her in and laid next to her. Even though I was tired I knew I wasn’t going to sleep very well.
Thank you for reading this is not the end of this book
#colby brock x reader#sam and colby#sam golbach#colby brock#colby x reader#fanfiction#fanfic#colby brock fic#ghost hunting
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Megumi Fushiguro | Headcannons
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A/N: Im an anime watcher for this series and i havent finished s1 yet lmao bare with me
CW: not proofread, fluff
As cannonly stated, this man doesn't give a double-doggystyle damn what you look like
so long as your personality attracts him, thats what counts and i very much agree with him
Megumi would be a little awkward and timid at first, poor boy is too scared he'll scare you away
So please, be patient, cuz he's gonna ask a fuck ton of questions and stare at you a lot
worry not though, he just want to know you real good so he can spoil you later and see that beautiful smile that makes his heart flutter
if he sees your gaze linger on something at the store, he will find a way to buy it for you
Expect flowers on occasion, or chocolates. It's not too often he gives them, but he makes up by giving you fun little charms and trinkets every now and then. Anything he thinks you will like
Again, on the gift giving end it is not an everyday thing. His affection is mostly shown through touch or words.
And hes an introvert so he'll be touching you a lot, if you don't mind
Anything from back hugs, holding your hand or keeping your head gently cradled on his shoulder
hes not rlly a pda guy, especially because all his friends and his teacher are annoying as shit and Megumi has even less patience with them if their teasing is directed at you
only if it bothers you, if you dont mind or even enjoy it he wont mind either, unless their stealing you attention for too long
Megumi is protective, not in a controlling way but more of a motherly concern.
The annoying one sometimes, he always makes sure you have your phone charged, on, and that you carry protection with you if you sre not a sorcerer.
Fushiguro has both abandonment issues and enemies in the world of curses do he worries a lot if you go out quite far from him for long periods of time.
Though he'll make sure his check-ins are every so often, he doesn't want to annoy you to the point you leave him even if he sometimes overthinks everything
Which brings me to my next point, once your at a point where is really comfortable with you
you need to give him lots of reassures :(
Fushiguro is no stranger to loss, he loves you so much he fears one day he wont be with you anymore
So please, excuse the days where he wanders into your room, and quietly asks for your assistance in destroying his stupid thoughts
he trusts you, he really does, but he trusts you do much he fears for you
When he gets like this or if you need it, he'll give you snuggles and kisses and snacks and whatever you want.
He doesn't admit it often but he enjoys feeling your warmth against his, feeling like your safe and comfy and content makes him happy
Your happiness is his, and without you he wouldn't know what to do now. You complete him and for as long as you allow him, please, let him protect and love you
As he only means to show you, to the best og his abilities how precious you are to his little soul
#jjk#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu megumi#megumi fushiguro#megumi fluff#megumi fushiguro x you#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi hcs#megumi fushiguro headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk headcanons
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Yeah im...gonna expand on my Ace lives AU more bc im drinking that good ole copium :')
Too lazy to make this gramatically correct so accept my random word vomit!
At marineford, luffy is screaming for a doctor or literally anyone who can help ace. He knows ace isnt dead, he cant be, because he promised. A brother doesnt break promises. By some miracle, him, ace, and jimbei escape to Law's ship because hes there and a doctor. He offers to help the three of them.
Neither luffy or jimbei question it. They drop in and jimbei, being the least injured, helps law get them to his operating room. Luffy refuses treatment until Ace is at least stable. Law is not nearly willing enough to put up with luffy but he gets to Ace first anyways. After maybe 10 hours (or more, lets face it ace was a fucking mess) Law emerges and says ace is stable enough to where he wont die on the spot. He cant guarantee his survival though.
Thats enough for luffy. The shock and adrenaline from Iva's devil fruit powers catches up shortly after and he passes out.
When Luffy wakes up, its a few weeks later. Ace is still in a coma, but Law guarantees that Ace is stable enough to live through it. He forces them both in recovery by resting, and Jimbei looks after luffy at the request (orders mostly) or Law.
"No extreme activity, strawhat. I mean it. If you open up your wounds again you will die." Law states plainly.
Luffy still runs away. This time its still the same PTSD flashback but with so much more anger. Ace lived but barely. How is he meant to be the pirate king when he's so weak. Thats when Jimbei steps in just like in the canon storyline, telling him how he's clouded by what he cant do and instead needs to focus on what he can do and who else he has with him. Luffy breaks down then, and jimbei lets luffy hold onto him for comfort. He recognizes that he's just a kid. He's been traumatized so much in only a few months and he's figured his childhood was pretty rough and thats added to it as well.
When jimbei talks with law privately about this, law agrees. Theres not much they can do since they dont know luffy well enough, but they give him space to heal while also making sure luffy doesnt hurt himself. Jimbei is tasked with watching luffy, just as he promised ace he'd do.
So lets fast forward a few more weeks and Ace wakes up. Ace is in a lot of pain. Like, a lot. But he reassures luffy he'll get through this. When luffy tells ace whats been going on, his older brother looks so serious and he hasnt seen that look since they were kids.
"Luffy, promise me one thing," Ace says with a firm tone leaving no room for interruption, "Promise me you'll never, and I mean never, hurt yourself like that again." And when ace finishes talking luffy cries again.
"I will, I will, Im so sorry Ace just please dont leave me-" And ace hugs him as best as he can in his condition. Luffy promises. And now ace can rest easy as an older brother.
When luffy goes with Rayleigh, Ace has to stay with law on the ship because he's unable to be relocated. Luffy only relents when ace promises not to get hurt, and law will take care of him. Law tells luffy that ace still wont be able to move much for a long while, maybe even a year. But luffy is okay with that as long as Ace is alive and well. He'll get stronger so he can protect ace just like how ace protected him.
So the timeskip happens. Law drops ace off with luffy and they board boa hancock's ship to go to sabaody archipelago. The entire sequence with the imposter strawhats is kind of the same except for when ace nearly blows his cover to kick their asses but luffy stops him.
"Theyre not worth your time, ace. Plus, I really want you to meet my nakama!" is what he says after he realizes theyre imposters. Ace is stunned by luffy's rare show of maturity and listens. He still complains, though.
When they arrive at the ship Luffy is thrilled to meet his nakama again and i think it'll be fucking hilarious for them to meet ace because what if the military says ace is dead in the newspapers? I mean, theres no way he survived, right? Luffy just took ace's body to bury it. Thats the story they put in the paper and luffy doesnt correct them.
So, the crew are like "hey luffy whos your friend?" and luffy is like "oh thats my brother!" and ace removes the hood of his disguise to wave.
"WHAT!?!" is all thats heard and chaos breaks out. Because what the fuck? Ace is dead??? Or he was but now hes here???
"Nah, they just wrote that because i shouldnt have survived, but here I am!" Ace replies and laughs at the crew's confused and stunned expressions. So when ace says he's sticking around with them, they just nod. Nobody really protests. Its surprising, but they know Ace would die for luffy and they share that sentiment as well.
#I will be writing more.#I need this au to cope#one piece#portgas d ace#monkey d. luffy#ace lives au
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So I found this around, can I ask for Dazai/ Chuuya?
♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:
- Gives nose/forehead kisses
- Gets jealous the most
- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
- Takes care of on sick days
- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day
- Gives unprompted massages
- Drives/rides shotgun
- Brings the other lunch at work
- Has the better parental relationship
- Tries to start role-playing in bed
- Embarrassingly drunk dancer
- Still cries watching Titanic
- Firmly believes in couples costumes
- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas
- Makes the other eat breakfast
- Remembers anniversaries
- Brings up having kids
Lmao sure.
-Dazai gives the nose kisses but in an "annoying you mid argument" way and it short circuits Chuuya everytime. Chuuya gives top of the hair kisses when Dazai is not in a good place mentally. Its his way of showing comfort.
- Dazai gets jealous the most. Top way to get on Dazai's bad side is to say someone knows Chuuya better than him.
- both. Depends on the day. If Chuuya gets drunk at the bar during social drinking session sometimes Dazai would pick him up if needed, Dazai doesn't usually get drunk at the bar and is usually drinking at home. But on Oda's death anniversary Chuuya knows to pick him up from Lupin.
- both. Chuuya wont accept that he is sick so Dazai usually tricks him into resting. Dazai on the other hand has gotten better at taking care of himself since he joined the ADA but back in the PM Chuuya would care for him like he did with the sheep members.
- neither. I have a personal hc that Chuuya hates water bodies and Dazai is constantly at drowning risk despite being a great swimmer. Its just too much of a headache.
- dazai. He is generally more physical between the two and sees it as an opportunity to initiate physical contact.
- chuuya drives, Dazai rides shotgun. Also Dazai CAN drive, he just has god awful depth perception because of his stint with the bandaged eye.
- both. Dazai in wan actually showed up at the PM hq to give Chuuya coffee. Chuuya is more the type to drag Dazai to eat out.
- i dont think either has great parental relationships but Dazai definitely has better paternal instincts. Yes Chuuya cared for the sheep but he also was too hard on himself, Dazai is genuinely a natural with kids (first ln).
- Dazai. He loves ruining the moment so he will randomly start badly roleplaying stuff.
- Chuuya. I have an hc that Dazai is an amazing ballroom dancer and it only shows up when he is drunk. Chuuya on the other hand is uncoordinated as fuck due to being a light weight.
- Chuuya. He cries at movies but not at his own traumatic experiences. Dazai has videos.
- both. Dazai is embarassing about it, Chuuya is subtle.
- chuuya
- neither of them have healthy eating habits.
- Dazai. That man cannot forget a single thing about Chuuya. Chuuya forgets often because he is usually overworking himself to the bone. I also hc that outside of work Chuuya kind of just zones out completely due to exhaustion.
- Dazai mentions it in passing once, both of them pretend he never said that because their lifestyle doesn't allow them that and neither have the confidence in their own parenting abilities.
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From Under the Cork Tree and Internalized Homophobia - Part 2/2
A very poorly worded and formatted second post about all the FUTCT lyrics that I personally interpret as being about self destructive internalized homophobia and compiled into my interpretation of lore because I have an obsession with doomed yaoi apparently. Click here for first part!
continuing to feel more and more depressed about having to hide his relationships to the point of suicide the guy being the only place he feels comfortable ("youre the only place that feels like home") but never wanting to tell him because it could ruin things ("just so you know youll never know" in reference to his intense feelings about him)
trying to decide if it would be better to come out, but deciding against it, so instead becoming depressed again
mentioning his extensive lyrics about his secret relationship, and the lies hes told and feeling like hes the only one whose done this
continuing to not want to confront his own conscience and continuing to push it away
hiding behind walls of arrogancy as a means to try and protect his heart as he feels the guy doesn't care about him the same way he cares about him
"dousing himself in cheap perfume" in reference to hooking up with a bunch of girls as a cover up to his relationship, but still feeling like hes unable to hide it forever
saying its incredibly fitting that he now constantly smells like cheap perfume, as a homophobic dig at himself
referencing his arrogancy further here as being "vicious and carved out of stone" but only having become this way to push others away
trying to move past his feelings for the guy (what he "left") and live his life in his own protective shell (what he "has") but still missing himself intensely to the point it feels like hes dying
still being in love with the guy, and not being able to find anyone new that the tabloids would like
feeling borrowed and used by the guy from previous encounters feeling like a cheap hookup
feeling continually depressed from having to hide himself and put up these fronts for everyone else
admitting he messed up by revealing some of his feelings to the guy and dragging him back in to the relationship he was finally starting to progress moving through
saying that they'll never live this down because neither of them will ever be able to move past eachother
on his path to cover up his secret relationship, he ends up hurting a lot of girls
wishing that one of them would just give him up and stop allowing him to use her as a coverup (the boy whose had too many chances) because he knows he wont be able to stop by himself so he dreams of her telling him to basically fuck off
hating how the guy makes him feel but knowing he can't blame him, because they both have to make sacrifices (namely, hooking up with girls) to coverup their relationship
encouraging him to get in relationships with girls as a coverup but hating it anyways and ending up jealous
more women giving up on their relationships with him because they all end up realizing hes a lost cause and clearly not over someone, and while they dont know who it is, they dont want to stick around for it
he knows hes a disaster, but he doesn't try to hide it ("what did you expect")
still continuing this pattern of hooking up with girls to cover his relationship up,
making sure to put on a show for them so they have something to cover, trying to enforce his heterosexuality as much as possible
the secret relationship finally coming out one way or another
neither boy can be mad, because they both knew this would happen and they never stood a chance at actually being happy together
trying to play it off as if it doesn't matter, but hes still obsessed with the guy and unable to move on, contributing to his own pain
realizing this whole relationship and all the fake relationships hes had in the past were all some sort of self inflicted torture, but that the tabloids don't care nearly as much as either boy thought they would
now that his secrets out, he has to directly confront his own mind and internalized homophobia, which is an incredibly struggle
once again talking about his obsession for this guy, and how much of his life is consumed by this guy now
wishing they could go back to being in the closet ("in the dark lying on top of you") and implying that was what made the relationship work ("you'd like boys like me better doing this specific thing which we cant go back to doing anymore because people know") so that he wouldn't have to confront his feelings and could keep surpressing them
mentioning how since the start of the relationship hes wanted to go public but been unable to, as it was his worst fear
now that his secrets out, he starts self torturing in new ways, rebranding his depression of being in the closet to depression of being out of the closet (putting a new address on the same loneliness - his queerness, because the location has changed from in the closet to out of the closet)
realizing trying to dispell the rumors and stories arent worth the time or effort and becoming increasingly more and more depressed and contemplating death ("talkings a waste of breathe" + "livings a waste of death")
clinging on to the relationship until everything else fails around him desperately
finding him in a crowd at a concert full of songs hes written about the guy
talking about going from being ashamed and lying about the relationship (closing his eyes to block out his shame and crossing his fingers) to pledging full heartedly to the guy ("i swear") because his lyrics are an outlet for him and hes trying to process
essentially just referencing their various hookups and the trust they had in eachother to a certain degree (the keys to his car but never his house)
referencing their old hookups (his "love") and how he would shut off his mind, much like hiding a bible in a drawer, because both were doing nothing but shame him for being with this guy
saying both the bible and his conscience never did much for him anyways
trying to force this guy to love him ("love never wanted me, but i took it anyways"), when all he really felt towards him was sympathy at best, so the guy ended up leaving
still being obsessed with him, he wishes he would come back and blames his problems on him
finally recognizing that since the beginning of the relationship, all this guy has ever caused for him is heartbreak
still being in love with this guy despite the harm caused by him, and keeping up with his relationships through tabloids and such ("through the keyhole i watched you dress" is him grasping at any information about his love life he can possible garner from such small sources of information)
realizing the relationship is thoroughly ruined and theres nothing he can ever do to fix it
TL;DR
The writer hooks up with another guy, and despite his internalized homophobia starts to feel some intense feelings towards said guy, while said guy feels nothing towards him. To keep up appearances, they both hook up with girls publicly, but continue their relationship in private. This starts making the writer incredibly depressed, as he continues falling more in love but struggles more with his internalized homophobia and how this could affect both his and the guys career if ever made public. Eventually it is made public and people don't see it as nearly half as big a deal as the boys thought they would, but now the writer is forced to confront his own internalized homophobia, and the fact that his feelings towards the guy aren't reciprocated, and move on past them.
#fall out boy#futct#from under the cork tree#pete wentz#patrick stump#andy hurley#joe trohman#queer#lgbtqia#gay#lyric interpretation#lyric analysis#futct lore#fall out boy lore
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Spoilers
What I wanna see next season is if the hotel gang CAN get Alastor to see them as friends. Personally, I think when he was talking with Nifty, there's is a spark of fondness as he watched them, but also I 100 percent believe he would/is using them for his personal gain. To get out of whatever deal he's in I'm sure he would resort to any underhanded tricks or use anyone to get out of it which makes him a very interesting character to me especially if he holds any ounce of fondness for anyone regardless of who. Because you can still seek power and even have that power and be fond of certain people. I'm just curious to see what the gang is gonna do. Like Charlie, would she be the one to show Alastor " Hey you didn't have to be so underhanded about this, even if you don't see me as a friend you're still a friend to me and I would have done it for you and all you had to do was ask." Like, could that sway Alastor? Would that be enough to? It seems like Rosie and him are tight, but they also mutually benefit from each other . There is exploitation on both their ends, but there is still that fondness. Enough for them to be drinking tea and gossiping about the old hag Susan. I think all and all I'm really curious about is the WHAT IF and I'm spirling from it. I think it would be a GRULING and PAINSTAKING road to get the Radio demon of all people to, in any sort of sense, care about you. But dammit I think it means something when he let Charlie sing into his microphone because that's his damn power he shouldn't let ANYONE near that shit! But here he is, letting the princess of hell sing a magical Disney number to a bunch of cannibals. Sure, you can say it was for her to use her charm and to get all the cnnibals on their side and for them to you know, hear her. But like she had a perfectly good microphone to use, she didn't need to use HIS, and he didn't need to give it to her. Hell, he could have just held it out for her to sing into or speak whatever, but he physically gave it to her. In my eyes, that means something.
But I also believe that his fight with Adam set him back. He was getting too comfortable he was growing soft. And becoming soft gets, you killed, and Alastor can't die before he accomplishes what he wants to accomplish. And what does he want to accomplish when he actually gets out of this deal? Does he want to be the overlord of overlords? Does he want to overthrow lucifer? It would explain the animosity when he met him. Whatever the power grab is for I do believe that any ounce of fondness he did hold for them is now pushed back into the recesses of his mind and he's now back to pilot Alastor that's there for one reason only. But I don't think that means that that fondness can't be pulled back out, especially if the gang ends up helping him get out of his deal of their own free will. But depending on how he would need to get out of the deal, I guess the question would be, would they? As long as it ain't killing someone, I feel like Charlie's bleeding heart would do anything to help Alastor.
Of course, all this is hypothetical, and it's from the context of how I read the scenes as well as him as a character. Personally all this word vomit is because the thought of the gang having to physically fight Alastor literally makes me anxious as hell because I fucking love everyone and I just want to be mad delusional and everyone still be demons have flaws but be besties at the end of the day! Is that too much to ask!? If you stayed and actually read all my word vomit I thank you, you're a trooper and I respect the hell out of you because this was essentially just a rant post to get my anxiety out of me as well as to just kinda dive into the mind of Alastor from my point of view.
Hopfully season 2 wont take another 4 years and hopfully it's gentle with my poor little fragile heart because the fucking season finale of season 1 fucked me straight up brother, in good and back ways :D.
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show me the elusive wille and thom please
other anon: Ooh, I’d like to know about the Thom/Wille knitting fic, please!
BASICALLY i was shooting the shit with @tofumilanesa going "yes and-" as is our wont, and somehow landed on thomas bordeleau is too fidgety -> thomas bordeleau needs a hobby -> thomas bordeleau should do art -> thomas bordeleau should do fiber arts -> thomas bordeleau should knit. and critically: he should fucking suck so bad at it. he should be the worst knitter on the planet. he should make the worst bucket hats ever made. he should make terrible sweaters with so many holes. he should be the worst knitter who has ever picked up needles and yarn and he should just keep on going like the little engine that could.
anyway the whole thing is just joke after joke about the cuda and i WAS going to try to finish it for @sharkuda-strong but there are a couple of time skips into the future and i have never created my dream comedy sharks line up before, so i lost steam, but i think i'm going to try to pick it up after the draft lol. i open it like once a week and go, ugh is it funnier if matt nieto ends up back on the team in five years in denver or is it funnier if kevin labanc becomes grandpa shark in seven years
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It was a quiet Monday afternoon, with him and William, and Robbie too. William had that look on his face that he needed a break from the rest of the team after practice today and Robbie told Thom he was overstimulated from Bye week with his family and two weeks of back-to-backs. Thom invited them over to just hang out, just the three of them.
William was playing Luigi’s Mansion on Robbie’s Switch while Robbie built a Lego set that Aaron Dell had given him. No one had said anything for the past 45 minutes, which was very unlike all three of them, but the season was starting to drag and everyone was getting exhausted from the playoff push. The only sound had been the clicking of Thom’s knitting needles and Robbie singing “Boss Bitch” to himself at Thom’s kitchen table as he pieced together a bouquet of wildflowers out of Legos.
Thom held his sweater up to look at it. It was incredibly ugly, blue and white in a sort of winter pattern, except Thom dropped so many stitches that there were weird bumps and holes all over it. The arms were lopsided and the collar was lumpy. Thom was proud of himself anyway. Maybe he should take it into show his friends at the yarn store. He had gone in a lot in the past two months when he got stuck.
William sighed and tossed the Switch to the side. He pressed himself against Thom without looking at him, his sign that he needed attention.
Thom hesitated, because the sweater was so ugly. It would be a really shitty present. Like, hey, you just lost your best friend to Detroit and our team is garbage and neither of us have been called up yet, but chin up, I just made a really fucked up sweater and I’m giving it to you out of pity.
He hadn’t intended to give it to anyone. He’d mostly been making it to prove to himself and Aaron Dell that he could. It was only special in that way where it was the first one he made. Thom already had a running list on his Notes app of what he would have to do better next time.
William tucked his head against Thom’s shoulder without saying anything. He never did that.
Thom handed the sweater to William. “Here,” he said. “For you.”
William sat up. “You’re giving me your sweater?” he said.
“Yeah,” said Thom. He was so embarrassed now that William was holding it, rubbing his hand across the uneven stitches. “I mean, you don’t have to wear it or anything. You can give it back. It sucks. It’s bad. Sorry. Give it back. No, what are you doing—”
William was pulling off his sweatshirt. He threw his sweatshirt in the direction of Robbie, who didn’t notice, and shrugged into the sweater Thom made. It didn’t fit at all. Thom wasn’t even sure it could be comfortable, it fit so badly. One of the sleeves barely passed his wrist and the other came down over his palm.
William looked happier than he had in a month. He pulled the long sleeve over his hand and punched Thom in the thigh. “Thanks, bro,” he said. He had a big grin.
He picked up the Switch again and settled into the couch away from Thom.
Thom rolled his shoulders out. Well, whatever made William happy, he thought.
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Redoing this because Yveltals old one was shit.
Welcome to the rotumblr blog for the real actual god of death Yveltal! They/It/She/He pronouns. She enjoys Barbie media, baking, playing various video games I show him, listening to classical music like the old geezer (/aff) she is, and spending time with its family and friends. Do not call her a bacon bird or a murder chicken or anything like that, she doesn’t like it. Also you can ONLY call her Yveltal. If you are allowed to call her something else they will tell you. This is primarily their blog, I just live here.
I’m Maple, host of the Reaper System! I use He/She/They and we use She/They/It collectively! We’re Yveltal’s Chosens and frequent hijackers of this blog because we can’t be assed to make our own!! There’s me (#from m), Whirlybird (#whirlybirds musings), Circut (#circuits circus), Marble (#marble posting), and Acer (#acer speaks). We’re attending university at Naranja-Uva Academy and also are Paldea’s very own Dark Type gym leader (Fuck you, Iono! It’s my gym now!) You might also occasionally hear from my rotom, .ZIP, or my Ninetails, Glacier. I don’t think any of the others know how to use rotumblr.
some of the others in question are:
Pickle - Meowscarada (Service/Partner pkmn)
Dash - Cyclizar (We do a lot of racing)
Hephaestus - Houndoom/Lycanroc hybrid (Service/Partner pkmn)
Glacier - Chimeric Shiny Alolan Ninetails (Alpha)
Little - Shiny Scolipede
Bubblegum Bitch/Bibi - Shiny Lopunny (Freak)
Eepy - Zoroark
Tami - Absol (Basically my mom)
Biscuit - Hydreigon (General in the Deino Army)
En Passant - Kingambit
Wave - Wattrel (Like literally just a chick)
Sneeze - Houndour
Theres a couple others like the rest of my gym team and all of en passant's army and a few others. Also I USED to have a kilowattrel named storm but. lets not talk about him :D
Oh, also sometimes I turn into a houndoom for a little bit and it’s Zygarde’s fault apparently.
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okay hi second pinned post yippe.
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mod and characters are adults however reaper system does include a little in it and also im just generally not comfortable with nsfw?? i might make slur jokes or kys jokes so keep that in mind but i do tag them and thats p much the extent ill go.
while high stakes shit might be mentioned (i will tag it as high stakes) uhhh it probably wont be too much?? at least other than occasionally mentioning offhand highstakes events.
maple and yveltal primarily exist within a discord rp, meaning events, characters, lore, and places specific to that rp may be mentioned on this blog ans maple and yveltal will favour interactions with people from that rp as they will have already been friends/know eachother but i will try to interact with others as well as long as you dont contradict any of my lore too much!!
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Loverboy Part 3
Summary: You find something out about someone in the Batch. Then, you have to make a tough decision.
Pairing: Echo x Sith!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual Situation, Angst
WC: 2.2K
A/N: Dedicating this chapter to @rain-on-kamino bc her love of Echo inspires me <3 I'm really excited to write the next chapter of this story! Also, it kept messing up on mobile so I had to do this from my laptop and now it's showing up in black for some reason so if you want to read it on my AO3 if it's easier, HERE is the link. Sorry tumblr is being wacky today.
EDIT: I fixed the fucking color of the font but now it wont let me post the first paragraph of the fic lmao. I'm fucking done with this site today.
Part 2
Echo spends the next few weeks visiting you at your place, much to the distaste and distrust of his brothers. They comm him constantly and make sure you aren’t doing something to him.
If only they knew the things you do to him.
The morning light shines through your living room curtains as you realize you and Echo fell asleep on the sofa last night after your… activities. He’s got his head resting on his flesh arm with his scomp arm protectively holding you between him and the couch as your head rests on his chest and your legs are entangled with his mechanical ones. You’ve gotten used to his mechanical limbs and find comfort in them at this point. Before you can wake him up, you hear a loud, almost angry, knock on your door.
Echo stirs slightly and you quietly slink over him onto the floor, throwing on his long sleeve black shirt and pad over to the door. When you open it, Hunter and Tech barge in, quickly looking around.
“Where is he?” Hunter demands.
“Excuse me?” You ask him, crossing your arms, realizing you’re still not wearing pants, nor underwear.
Hunter notices it too, immediately, and tries to look elsewhere. Echo finally wakes up, sitting up straight, looking drowsy.
“Hunter? Tech? What are you guys doing here?” He rubs his eyes, standing up.
Unfortunately, at the same time that he stands up, he realizes he’s also not wearing pants. Flustered and angry, he pulls the blanket up around his waist.
“You did not come back this morning.” Tech informs him.
“We assumed the worst.” Hunter tells him, almost apologetically?
“That’s because you can’t stop thinking the worst of me.” You fire back at him.
“I wonder why.” Tech looks down at his holopad.
“Well, now you know I’m fine.” Echo opens the door for them. “I’ll be down in a few.”
Hunter and Tech give you one last glance before walking out the door to wait for Echo. He closes the door behind them and then looks at you, apologetically. It doesn’t matter though. They’re never going to like you or trust you.
“I’m sorry about them.” He murmurs, coming to you, wrapping you in his arms.
“Echo… they look at me and see only one thing.” You pull yourself out of his arms and to your bedroom so you can get ready for the day.
It’s true. They’ll never stop seeing you as a Sith… a threat. You understand why, of course. You’ve done some pretty questionable things in the name of the Sith. But that’s not you anymore. Hell, you’ve never even killed anyone. Except Wat Tambor. But that doesn’t count. He deserved it. Sure, it was revenge… but after what he did to Echo… That rolling slug fuck deserved. Also, there was the assassination attempt of Palpatine but that definitely doesn’t count, seeing as how that asshole turned out to be the worst Sith of them all.
“I’ve been trying to get them to come around.” Echo follows you to the bedroom. “You guys got off on the wrong foot that day at Cid’s…”
“They shot at me first.” You peel off Echo’s shirt and stand there naked, looking for something to wear in your closet.
He chuckles, leaning in the doorway. “I know they did.”
You look at Echo as he eyes your naked form. Maker, he’s so pretty…
He drops the blanket, letting it pool around his feet, revealing his hardened length twitching with want for you. You swallow.
“No. You’re not going to distract me with… that.” You point at his member, standing at attention for you now.
He walks to you, towering over you, smiling down at you, still sleepy.
“Stop it.” You try to keep your eyes trained on his so you don’t look elsewhere.
“You really want me to stop?” He smirks.
No, you really don’t and he knows it. “Your brothers are waiting for you.”
“Guess we better be quick, then.” He shrugs, taking your hand and letting you guide it to his erect length.
You smile up at him as you sink to your knees in front of your lover, feeling yourself go warm under his stare. No one had ever treated you with such kindness before… such love. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.
After Echo leaves, you get a much needed shower and get ready for the day since you have a few errands that you need to run. You make a quick cup of caf and some toast to go and then head out.
On your way through the markets, you immediately recognize Wrecker and Omega as they look at all the vendors in the market. Especially since Wrecker stands about two feet above everyone walking by. Your brain is telling you to go the other way. The last thing you needed was for Hunter to see and think you set this up. But on the other hand, the shop next to it had all the cleaning supplies you needed…
Going to move your mask down over your face, like you would normally do, you realize you left it at home… You’ve not worn it since that day at Cid’s and you don’t wear it when you and Echo go out at night. Honestly, you don’t know why you still have it. Other than maybe avoiding awkward situations like this…
You start to walk by them, trying to be inconspicuous, but Omega turns around and smiles up at you, as if she could possibly sense you-
Oh…
Of course it would turn out this way…
You feel it coursing through her, flowing through her and around her.
Omega is force sensitive.
It all makes sense now… Why she smiled at you, knowing you weren’t a threat that day in Cid’s. She knows you’re not a threat now.
Do they know what she is?
“Hi.” She grins up at you.
Wrecker looks at you and then pulls Omega closer to him.
“H-hello…” You murmur, trying to at least look a little friendlier.
“We haven’t been introduced. I’m Omega.” She holds her hand out to you.
You look up at Wrecker who, like you said, towers at least two feet over you, for permission before touching the kid. The last thing you needed was to set off this 260 pound giant.
He looks down at Omega and then his look softens as he nods to you. You reach out and shake her hand.
“This is Wrecker.” She nods behind her. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Hunter wouldn’t let me.”
“I’m glad to meet you also.” You smile softly at the kid, understanding why Echo is so protective of her.
When she lets go of your hand, you nod to Wrecker and start to walk away, but then stop to look at them again. Omega tilts her head, curiously.
“I wanted to meet you, also… but Hunter… he’s right to keep you away from me. I’m dangerous.” You tell her.
It’s the truth. You don’t know if there’s still people after you or not, even after two years of being inactive. You think that maybe Hunter realizes that.
“Doesn’t matter. I know you won’t hurt Echo and you won’t hurt us.” She nods.
She’s obviously the wisest one out of all of them. You look up at Wrecker, who’s sort of smiling at you. You give Omega a quick smile and head to the store that you needed to get to.
“We’ll see each other soon.” She calls out to you.
It’s definitely a promise.
“Where is Master Dooku?” Ventress asks you.
You shrug from the window seat, looking out at the Serenno mountains as you eat your breakfast with your legs pulled up underneath you. The sun was starting to shine slightly, which didn’t happen often here, so you wanted to soak up as much of it as you could.
“You do realize we are meant to leave in less than an hour, right?” She crosses her arms, staring at you.
You shrug again. “Won’t take me long to finish this.”
You could practically feel her eyes roll at you. Ventress wasn’t the most patient with you. Or with anyone, for that matter.
“Where are we going?” You look over at her.
“Kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine today.” She answers you, starting to walk away.
“Ooh. Naboo?” You smile.
Naboo was beautiful. Definitely in your top five favorite planets. The sun always shines there.
“We aren’t going for fun.” She warns you.
Holding your hands up in surrender, you can’t help but grin at her. It was no secret you weren’t the most… serious Sith. But you knew you didn’t belong on the “Light Side” as the Jedi proclaimed to be. All sides have their flaws.
You act in your own best interest a lot. Perhaps it's purely selfishness that leads you.
“Why are we kidnapping Chancellor Palpatine?” You ask her as you walk down the long gloomy halls of Master Dooku’s home.
“Why must you always ask so many questions?” She side-eyes you.
You give her a toothy grin. “Because it irritates you.”
You and Ventress weren’t exactly chummy, per se. But, you got along and you worked well together. You trusted her enough. She acts big and bad, but underneath that beautiful pale skin, lies someone who’s looking to belong somewhere, just like you.
“You are annoying. Be glad you’re not my apprentice.” She glares.
It’s a soft glare and you know she doesn’t mean it. In fact, there are days where you wish she was your master. But you know, there’s probably more that Dooku could teach you.
Your last errand is meeting with a friend of yours that usually lets you know when there’s a good bounty for you to collect. She’d not contacted you in a couple months, which you didn’t really mind. But now… it makes you reconsider. You had something to lose now. Would Echo think less of you?
Lona hands you the tracking fob. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss this one. A Sith. Pretty dangerous.”
You click on the Fob and your puck lights up with a holo of a beautiful pale face you’d not seen in a long while. Your stomach does a huge flop and you swallow.
Ventress…
“What’s she wanted for? And who wants her?” You ask Lona.
“You know we don’t ask those questions.” She gives you a funny look. “She’s worth 200,000 credits, though. You can’t pass that up.”
You nod, tossing the fob and puck into your bag. “See you around.”
As you walk back to your apartment, lots of thoughts run through your mind. There’s no way she’d come quietly. But it’s 200,000 credits… that would keep you comfortable for a bit longer. On the other hand… she’s the one who warned you about Dooku’s death and told you to go somewhere safe…
The lower levels of Coruscant were exactly as you’d expected them to be. Seedy. Sketchy. Dark. You’d been there for a year now with your own apartment and your own life started, away from the Sith. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. You didn’t mind being on your own. You enjoyed your freedom.
You suspected that Dooku still had his eyes on you somehow because your rent was suddenly all paid for the next year, which didn’t sit well with you. Were you still wanted by the Separatists? When would you be allowed to return to the surface? When could you return to Serenno?
Walking through the streets with your hood drawn up like you normally do, you feel a presence behind you. A presence you’d not felt in a really long time. Quickly rounding a corner and hiding behind a dumpster, you wait for the person to walk by. But they don’t.
As you stand to walk away, there’s a familiar voice behind you.
“I thought I saw you down here.” Ventress pulls up her mask.
You turn around to see her and can’t help but smile. Finally, a familiar face. Maybe not a friendly one, but that’s alright.
“I heard what you did, freeing that clone.” She tells you. “Heard it pissed off a lot of people.”
You shrug. “You know I was never good at doing what I was told.”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” She tells you, softly, walking closer to you.
“You have?” She was the one keeping an eye on you… Not Dooku.
She nods. “I’ve got some news, though.”“What is it?” You ask.
Has the war finally ended? Have the Separatists won? Would you finally be allowed to return to the surface? You miss the sunlight.
“Dooku is dead.” She tells you.
It hits you like a train. Dead? How is that possible?
“Dead at the hands of Anakin Skywalker.” She tells you.
“Oh.” You murmur.
Skywalker… Of course…
“Listen… the surface is a shit show right now. I think you need to get off-world and go somewhere safe.” She tells you.
Your master is dead. You’re alone. You’re stuck here. You’d never get to see the sunlight again.
Ventress says your name, snapping your thoughts back to reality. “Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“There’s a planet called Ord Mantell. It’s safe for people like us. Deserters.” She tells you.
You nod. “Got it. Ord Mantell…”
“Here. This will help you stay anonymous.” She hands you her mask and you look down at it as you hold it.
Running your hand over the worn golden yellow art that decorates it, you look up at her. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because we never belonged with them.” She tells you. “We don’t belong anywhere.”
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Going in to the vet ER every day for over a week has really shone light on how many different.... kinds of pet owners there are
and im almost kind of mad to find out i am not the most common kind. not gonna lie. bc i feel like i should be.
theres the ones who come in and sit there and bitch and leave because the triage system determined that their pet is in stable enough condition that the docs need to focus on more critical ones ahead of it and waiting is too much of a hassle despite whatever concern originally brought them to an emergency vet. the my dog ate a grape and was puking all morning and twitching and acting very strange but i dont want to wait TWO HOURS for them to be able to do the testing needed to make sure she puked all of the poison out of her system and wont like, get organ failure or some other invisible issue for it, bc she "seems fine now", so instead i'm going home. these ones piss me off, and are common.
theres the ones who come in to the emergency room with their nice pet in its nice carrier and then look at the front desk clerk like theyre abso-fucking-lutely insane when they ask them if they'd like to consent to CPR in case of cardiac arrest while under ER care, and fervently shake their head and say no, for a CAT? no, no, no... i'm not paying to give CPR to an animal. That's ridiculous. these ones piss me off, and are very common.
and there's ones like the lady and gentleman i sat by today. the lady who had clearly been crying, saw my carrier as I sat, and immediately asked about my pet. Who looked at me with big, sad eyes when I told her the story of what happened to Bojji, and who with a shaky voice told me the vets here are so compassionate, how she was so scared coming in today that she was going to have to put down her 15 year old dog, because its behavior had been so abrupt and scary (seems suddenly her left legs just, wouldnt work?), but they took the dog in immediately and comforted her. She was so shook and the stoic, silent-type man with her (husband, I presume,) was sort of sympathetically frowning and gently patting her arm or leg and i was like. oh, no. i see what kind you are. you're me. so LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW GREAT THE DOCTORS HERE ARE. so i got to gush about how much the vets there clearly love the pets they care for and how they worked with me and explained everything every step of the way to make sure i can get bojji to the finish line bc they want to see the happy ending just as much as we do, and i got to see hope shine in this poor lady's eyes even before the doc finally came out. they told them their doggy was stable and scans arent showing any injuries or growths like cancer so its very likely doggo is suffering some temporal lobe issues--frustrating, likely due to old age, but can be helped out with treatment, and is nothing to be put to sleep over, certainly. the lady was so relieved, and even her husband seemed to perk up once their lil doggy was back in their arms. these types i adore and wish there were more of. before the doc came out we had talked a while about old pets, other folks pets, etc, and it was just clear the both of them adored this dog like she was their whole world and would do whatever it took to make sure she could continue her long, happy life. like pet owners should.
then a lady came in who had witnessed an untagged-but-collared dog get hit and run by a car by the side of a freeway out in nowhere lands and risked getting in trouble with state troopers for stopping on the side of the road to help it. said doggo was alive and even had her head up when riding the gurney in. despite the tagless collar the dog wasnt chipped so had no proof of ownership and was taken in as a stray, and the kind person who brought her in left with hope in her heart of seeing that doggo later on the humane society's website alive and ready to be adopted to a loving home. i, who had to sit there longer while awaiting the return of my cat whose tubes were being drained, had to deal with gaining the heart breaking knowledge that said doggo won't be making it to the humane society at all. after overhearing doctors in the back mention something being "entirely shattered", after which the listening party looked especially grim, I daresay the surgical intervention this dog likely needs is not going to have a financial backing of any sort thanks to being a "stray". i guess at least that woman's kindness means in her final moments, that doggy won't be in pain, rather than slowly dying alone and cold down in the ditch she had tumbled into after the hit. i hate that its all that woman's kindness would amount to. i hate that some person didnt even put a fucking tag with a goddamned phone number on their dog's collar. you're gonna make me go to bed tonight knowing that poor helpless dog had a fucking careless owner who let her get as far astray as a freeway, who cared enough to mark her as property but not enough to take fucking responsibility for said property, and that she needlessly experienced massive painful physical trauma and is dying tonight at a depressingly young age because the people who had her in hands and could have saved her had nobody to ask permission to do so to. do you even know she's gone? do you even care?
if i ever meet that kind of pet owner, i dont make any promises i would be able to stay civil
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