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kittykattropicanna · 4 months

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my brain is absolute mush i am in love with him!!!! he tries to get you to send him more photos — and you more than happily oblige — and he guards them like his life depends on it. slowly starts to ask more personal questions, mostly trying to figure out if you have a partner and when he finds out you don’t? the game is on. starts using pet names in his letters here and there, drawing you in deeper and you’re so helpless against him. and then the calls start and he hears your voice and then it’s all he can think about. tries to get you to say certain things — especially his name — for him to tuck away for later when he’s alone with your photo and his hand on his cock and wishing more than anything to have you instead of his fist ):

he thinks himself a good person, all things considered. but knowing you, and knowing you’re out there? no protection, such a sweet and soft thing — it worries him. maybe he asks johnny to try and find you. doesn’t necessarily disclose his true intentions, mostly out of curiosity. but then he starts thinking of when he gets out, how he can meet you, bring you back to his place, knowing he’s the best one to keep you safe and so he uses his time to get a head start so when he’s out he can finally keep you ):

hyperventilating, screaming, projectile vomiting, this, this, this, THISSSSS,

The reason im soooo obsessed with your ask is because 1, you’re a fucking incredible writer and 2, you dived so deep into PrisonPenPal!Simon’s psyche, his such a smart dude and unbelievably manipulative when he needs to be…..

Sorry everyones!! asks are taking so long to get out!! I just want to go into the most detail possible and give everyones ideas justice!! if you're waiting, I promise you its in the works rn <3

TW: mentions of murder, jail, corruption kink, masterbation (Reader & Simon), public masterbation (kinda), phone sex, smut, manipulative!Simon and kinda stalker vibes I guess (not yandere)

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If you think about his sentencing, he purposely played his cards in away that made him the victim without him actually having to act like the victim if that kinda makes sense?

The second he punched that kid he knew he fucked up bad, and then when he saw the blood seeping out of the kids skull and covering the floor, he knew he fucked up really bad.

A normal person would either run, go into hiding, try and resist the arrest, break down and have a panic attack. But he knew this wasn’t time for an emotional response, he needed to start planning what his next step was going to be and how he was going to execute it in a way that favoured him.

His not a psychopath, his 100% capable of feeling and experiencing human emotion and is very emotionally intelligent, but when he needs to be, his actions can be extremely calculated to the point its almost scary.

When he sees your picture though, something definitely clicks in his brain, he just wants more.

If that means more pictures or letters or even a phone call, he just needs it.

I think maybe its something primal as well… his a man at the end of the day, and being locked up for years in an all male prison with all male guards means he hasn’t even seen a women that isn’t a playboy model for fucking agessss

His not dumb either, he knows you put effort into taking that photo for him, he knows you put on a red bra because he told you his favourite colour was red. So the idea that maybe, just maybe you feel the same way, or are at least starting to, really erupts something in him.

But you’re completely right. He wouldn’t show a soul the photo you sent him. He’d go to drastic measures to hide everything :( you sent them to him, you’re writing to him, not anybody else,and he knows that if any of the other inmates found out about you, or god forbid, saw a photo of you, they would have an absolute field day.

He sees how the men his jailed with act when wives, sisters or girlfriends come to visit their loved ones.

He hears their disgusting comments about the women’s bodies, the detailed answers of what they would do if they ever got their hands on them. It always made his throat fill with bile and stomach twist.

Si may not be a perfect man, but talking like that about another mans women? His above that.

Thinking about how they would say the same things about you, how’d they’d all pass the photo around with a dirty smirk on their face and snicker? He wasn’t having that, over his dead fucking body.

He writes back to you keeping it relatively normal, lighthearted and friendly, but he sneaks in a little

“Ya’ boyfriend probably isn’t over the moon ya’ writtin’ someone like me, aye? I mean, if my missus was writin’ to a felon I’d blow my fuckin’ top love, theres gotta’ be somthin’ out there better for ya’ to been doin’, readin’ a book or somthin’ like that. It was lovely puttin’ a face to a name, just seein’ someone so happy makes me smile”

Receiving his letter makes your heart sore, you made him smile.

Obviously you had to send him more photos right? You just wanted to make him smile…. right? :(

You definitely didn’t want to send more because your pussy clenched when he called you “love”

Its definitely not because he was so protective over you, knowing he was so worried about your well-being, always asking if you're doing okay, asking if you’re safe…

“I worry bout’ you out there lovie, ya' gotta keep safe, look after ya’ self”

Getting your friends to help you take more photos for him!!!

Maybe you force them to go on a hike with you… you wear those leggings that make your arse look fantastic, posing in front of a nice view and purposely sticking out your cute little bum, subtly showing it off to the camera…. Showing it off to him :((((

But its just to show him the view!!!!! He hasn’t seen a nice landscape in years!! He deserves it!!

You’re not a dirty girl :( you’re a good girl!! You would never do something so disgusting for a man who’s locked in jail, your daddy would be so disappointed if he knew you were sticking out your arse for a man like Si >:(

Calling over your ex-situationships so they can fuck you, your dildo wasn’t enough anymore, you needed the real thing….you needed Si, but obviously you can’t have him, right? There’s no possible way you could ever experience your biggest fantasy….right?

So other men will just have to do :(((

Having them hold you down and fuck your pussy mediocrely, closing your eyes trying to imagine Si :( maybe even moaning his name accidentally…..

Its never really that enjoyable though, all you can think about is how Si would fill you so much better…technically, you have no evidence to prove that, but his such a gentlemen!! He knows how to speak to a women…he must know how to fuck one as well!!!

It only makes sense….

It makes you so sad… he’d never think about you the same way you think about him >:(

He’d never fantasies about your sloppy cunt the way you fantasies about licking up his fat cock, teasing his tip and ruining your throat as he shoves his meaty dick down it :(((

Rubbing your swollen clit on your pillow as you moan for him, maybe even looking at the grainy photo of his face while you pleasure yourself :(( you’re so disgusting for him, so needy, he would never want a girl as yucky as you….

When Si receives your next letter informing him that you don’t have a boyfriend as well as a photo of you posing for him, that’s when the obsession really begins :3

His not obsessed on a yandere level but his definitely deep into it :)

He never really thought about what he would do after he got out, he always kinda just guessed that he would go back to his old ways, but now he has you very obviously showing some type of interest in him, his mind is fucking racing!!!

Maybe he can get your number and use his monthly call to talk to you, maybe you can come visit him while his still locked up, maybe you’ll be willing to have him when his out, maybe you can move in together, maybe he’ll marry you, maybe he’ll finally get to fuck that sweet little pussy that his been fantasising about, maybe…maybe…..maybe..Ahhhhh!!!

Stealing sponges and a rubber glove when his on cleaning duty :((((

Bargaining with his prison mates for hair ties and an empty Pringles can so he can make his own makeshift fleshlight :(((

Fucking his fat dick with it while his eyes focus on your arse, imagining his got you in doggy and fucking you stupid:((( Maybe even putting his pillow in front of him and pretending its your arse, squeezing and spanking it >:(((

His corruption kink is feral…he knows his a lowlife with nothing good ahead of him, his more then aware that for the rest of his life his going to be labeled as a murderer, but the idea of him taking a pretty little thing like you and pulling you down with him makes him cum so hard his thick juicy thighs shake, fleshlight filling up with his cum and quite moans falling from his mouth >: (((

He doesn’t know were it came from, he just wants you to be with him and he knows he’ll never be able to live the white collar lifestyle you so obviously enjoy.

The idea of taking you out of that world and reeling you into his consumes him. Shitty one bedroom apartment, cardboard boxes as bed side tables, stained carpet and a flickering kitchen lightbulb. Its almost feeds his cocky superiority complex. Being able to pull a beautiful doll like you, get you so obsessed and needy for him that you’d follow him to the shit hole he calls home.

Being so obedient, so willing, that you give up everything you’ve worked for just to submit to him…..

Receiving that sweet little letter excites the fuck out of him, don’t get me wrong, but it also scares him a little, his protective instincts kick in a bit.

If you’re one thing, its a little naive.

You’re so willing to give up sensitive information about yourself without a second thought, you’re very obviously extremely vulnerable and trusting….

As much as he wants to protect you, he also sees these personality traits to be extremely beneficial to him.

You’re very easy to reel in after the line is crossed from polite and friendly to more flirtatious and maybe even a little bit sexual.

He addresses you differently in his letters now, no longer just using your name and actively being more outwardly affectionate towards you

“Hello my sweet girl :)”

and

“been on my mind lot’ lately, been thinkin’ about you, thinkin’ all sorts of things I know I shouldn’t ;)”

Once that barriers broken and your letters are just as enthusiastic, he knows his got you.

His got you to a point that he knows asking for a phone call isn’t a risky move anymore :3

He plans it though, he knows exactly what his going to do on that phone call and he knows nobody can be around while his doing it.

Like I mentioned in the first fic, his sentence was reduced because of his good behaviour, this obviously means his on good terms with the guards and most of the other inmates. They all owe him a favour in one way or another. He hadn’t asked for his good deeds to be returned, not needing them to be……until now.

He writes to you deciding on a date and time, Thursday at 3am.

He wanted to be alone when he talked to you, have some privacy and not be bothered.

His on really good terms with the night guard who works Thursdays, with just a little bit of bribing, he could be let out and have his phone call with you alone.

“Listen mate, ya’ want to know who’s movin’ drugs in and out of this joint? I can tell ya’ with no worries, but I need ya’ to do me a solid favour”

The guard his reluctant of course, but like I mentioned, Simon can be calculated when he wants to be

“Magin’ the raise you’d get if ya’ could give ya’ bosses that information? I saw ya had a photo of a little girl on ya car keys, think bout all the toys n’ shit you could buy er’ with some extra cash”

And obviously, he got what he wanted, it was light work really ;)

As 3am slowly got closer, you were shitting yourself, lets be real. It was hard to wrap your head around Si being an actual person, you know? Like of course his real, but it was all becoming a reality now….

You were three large glasses of wine in when it was time to call.

When your phone started to ring from an unknown number, you swore your heart dropped :((

The call almost rang out before you got the courage to answer it :(

When you did a very deep, rough voice with a heavy Manchester accent answered, you could hear the smirk through the phone, a confident “hello sweetheart” to match :(

His voice had your breath catch for a minute….of course you’d come up with your own idea of what he would sound like, but never in a million years did you think he would sound so charming, so confident, filled with anticipation, like he had been waiting for this moment for weeks…like he had thought of you the same way you thought about him :(((

It made your tummy swirl, that all too familiar hot ache feeling buzz in your clit :3333

On the other end of the line Si gently stroked his throbbing cock as you said your hellos :((

Your voice was even more memorising then he imagined, sweet little nervous giggles as you spoke to him, quietly letting him know that you weren’t quite sure what to say, that you were a little on edge, maybe a little excited.

You could hear his laboured breath through the phone, a distant wet sound that you couldn’t describe, so quite that you didn’t know if it was real or just your preverted mind playing tricks on you, making you hear things that aren’t really there :(

Just the sound of your voice was driving Si crazy :( you’re just as sweet as he imagined you, maybe even sweeter

He knew it was wrong of him :(

He knew that asking you to join his little game was evil. He had you right were he wanted you, and asking you to play with your pussy for him on the other end of the phone while directing you on how to finger yourself as he fucks his girthy cock with his hand wasn’t what you deserved…..

But he couldn’t help himself, not when you were talking to him like that, so innocent and sweet :(((

“Sweetheart, I need ya’ to do me a favour darlin’, okay? His cock was so hard it hurt, voice out of breath and sweat dripping down his brow. You were within arms reach, so close but yet so far away.

“Slide ya’ hand into your panties baby, start playin’ with yourself, come on, tell me what you're doin, describe it to me”

You so easily obliged, so willing to please him :( agreeing nervously with a stutter and shaky breath as you tell him what your doing

Describing to him what you’re wearing, an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath :( telling him you didn’t put panties on just for him :(

You let out a quite moan as you play with your tits, telling him how hard your nipples are, squeezing the pebbles and whining as he eggs you on

“That’s it baby, play with those tits for me, yeah?, that’s my girl, squeeze em’ for me, there ya’ go” Si had to lean himself against the phone box as his tip leaked with pre cum :((((

Using it to lubricate his vainy cock making the wet sounds louder through the phone, you whine louder at the thought of his cock, closing your eyes you trail your hand down to your panties and slowly slip underneath the fabric to play with your wet cunt, just like Si asked:(((

“Rub ya’ clit for me baby, tell me how good I make you feel, say ma’ name, say it” he wanted so badly to commit it to memory, lock it away for later >:(

You moan his name as you circle your clit, eyes shut as you imagine Si doing it for you instead. You chant his name while your back arches a little, pleasure building at the sound of his rough grunts and wet cock being pumped through the phone >:((((

“I know, I know sweetheart’ just hold on a little longer for me, yeah? That’s ma’ good girl, ya’ not cumin’ yet” his hand fisted his cock, squeezing himself as tight as possible and screwing his eyes shut trying to imagine he was fucking your wet pussy, not his callused hand rough and dirty from the weights he was lifting early that day :(

“Finger ya’ cunt baby, finger ya’ cunt and scream ma’ name”

You were dangerously close to the edge, the knot in your tummy tightening by the second, your once nervous moans now turned unashamed.

Taking your other hand and slipping it into your pussy, you let out a desperate whine, muling your hips as you pumped yourself, squelching noises matching Si’s as you abused your wet pussy :((((

“That’s ma’ perfect girl, that’s it. Come on, let go for me, let me hear those gorgeous moans”

Finally letting the coil snap your back arched like a cat, legs shaking as you moan his name, desperate whimpers as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks

Si gritted his teeth as he pumped himself, ropes of his sperm painting the concrete wall in front of him as his heavy cock twitched in his hands, animalistic grunts falling from his lips as that feral pleasure he’d been chasing washed over him. :((

He’d never cum that hard in his life, vision blurry from the white hot pleasure with your heavy breaths in the background :3

Just as he was about to open his mouth, speak to you again, the phone cut out, he had used up all his time with you :(

Harsh beeps filling his ear as his cock slowly softened, tip bright red from the attention…

He needed you more then ever now, protective instinct going through the roof :(

Knowing you’re out there all alone with nobody to keep you safe made his blood boil…..

He needed to have a set of eyes on you, the constant letters weren’t enough anymore :((((

Maybe there was a bit of jealously as well, the thought that there may be someone else….

It drove him up the wall, made him feel rage he had only felt very few times in his life

If he couldn’t have his eyes on you, then he’d 100% send Johnny out to do the work for him.

Looking through your letters and highlighting when you mentioned the name of the cafe you went to every morning, the name of the bar you and your co-workers went to every Friday to celebrate the end of the week.

Of course he wouldn’t tell Johnny the truth, simply asking him to keep an eye on an “old friend that’s going through a rough time” while his locked up for the rest of his sentence :(

And Johnny obliged, happy that Simon was in contact with people that weren’t just 141.

Reporting back to him every week, always with a positive review :)

A soft thing like you cant be left to fend for yourself sweetheart, not in a world like this. But don’t worry, his got your back, even behind bars ;)

RAHHHHHHHH, him, my mind is filled with HIM

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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jotaro + size kink (preferably bulging) that is all 👀

oh you deserve thisssss 😩😩

jotaro x fem!reader

content: smut, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, size kink, bulging, cumming

the soft angelic moans you’d echo aloud were always like medicine to jotaro — the way they’d heal his gravid heart after a long day were always addicting.

but what jotaro indulged in simply for the pleasure of, what made him an absolute glutton of a man, were your sickening whimpers of defeat as he pressed his heavy cock pass your saccharine folds.

“i can’, i can’, i can’, jojo.”

jotaro would smile sickly to himself at your half slurred words because he knows full well his dick was causing you all the good problems in life, but amusingly your own words couldn’t even deny his weight properly.

“you can?”

he’d distastefully joke, as he continues to surge himself in more because how could he not, your beautiful cunt literally gulps him in, greedy, greedy, greedy as it too wants to eat him in one go.

“i cyan’t… it’s too big…” your huffed words of a professional taker was forced. you were winded at this point but jotaro always demanded you be so talkative

“but you can take it though, right?”

jotaro himself gruffs as he pushes himself in, because of course, he doesn’t actually want to hurt you but it’s not his fault god graced him with such a burdensome responsibility.

he gives his biggest battles to his strongest soldiers; and jotaro knows he’d be fit for a high ranking lieutenant regarding the endowed divinity of such a low and heavy hanging cock.

but it looks like you too were one of the strong ones because it’s you who god graced to take him on. to consume him.

once jotaro’s fully inside of your warm fruit, it takes everything in him not to let his load busy right there and then.

hes gotten this far; it’d be a shame that you did all that work to take his fat cock just for him to paint you on first entry

but despite your clammy cheeks and the crescent shaped marks you’ve already littered his back with, you were determined for more. as always, you were ready to take on the albatross of jotaro’s gift to you.

every time.

jotaro is mesmerised everytime by the absolutely addicting sound that the both of you make during sex. the pornographic moans that you sing in his ears, the alluring squelch your syrupy wet pussy makes, the satisfying slaps of his skin against yours.

everything about the two of you fucking like rabid animals turns jotaro on by the second but what sets him off even more is the bulge that he gets to witness every time he pistons himself in and out of you.

“yes, yes, fuck, jo’raro. ouuuhhh fuc’ yes.”

the sight of being able to see his armament poking through your lower stomach, the external manifestation of just how deep he was hollowing you out driving him crazy.

“you always take this cock so well. so well. fuck, only you…”

if jotaro was feeling demonic, he’d press down on that area through your stomach, feeling himself jab at your innards with a hellish toothy grin. the feeling so intoxicating, so euphoric, that his mouth would slacken in the process as his own spit edges to dribble down his chin.

jotaro would make sure that he blesses you with his hot semen, stuff you so full of his seed that you won’t be able to deny his marking on you.

he loves emptying himself inside of you and staying there — just so he can see his cock twitch from the outside imprint it left on your stomach

#jotaro scenarios #jotaro imagines #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader #jotaro x black reader #jotaro smut #jotaro kujo

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de4dlyniightshade · 3 months

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Just imagine,, Spencer getting back from a long case (maybe two or three week long) and all he wants to do is melt into you.

Like, he wants his mommy, but he's too scared to ask for anything so he's a bit whiny😩

THISSSSS!!!!!!!!

especially if he'd never been away for so long before, realising just how badly he misses you, usually cases that were about a week long weren't too hard for him, at the week mark he was struggling, desperate for your touch but able to push through but this was hell.

at the two week point you're all he can think about, your touch, your body, your face, your kisses, your voice, your words, his mommy. he needed you more than he'd ever needed anyone before, even the thought of not being able to see you for god knows how much longer making tears spring to his eyes.

when they finally wrap up the case after three long and harrowing weeks and get the all clear to go home he's pestering everyone to hurry up so they can get on the jet, making an excuse about being exhausted and home sick, which was true, he was exhausted and he was home sick but it wasn't really his home he wanted, he wanted you, he needed to see you and to have you hold him and kiss him and touch him.

derek proposed a team dinner when they all landed but spencer had zero interest, no matter how hungry he was, he had a one track mind and it was getting home to you where you were waiting on him, him having called you to tell you he was coming home, bashfully asking if you'd wait for him at his apartment which you would never turn down, knowing exactly what he needed just by the tone in his voice.

the second he's opening the door he feels tears welling in his eyes completely against his will, even the sight of you after so long making his chest feel like it was about to explode, he'd immediately be on you, burying his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you tightly, tears spilling down his cheek as he whined into your skin, "mommy" he'd whimper so quietly into you, not even being able to say anything else, the feeling of being in your arms again completely overwhelming his emotions.

"shh shh baby boy, mommy's got you, 's okay" you'd murmur into his ear, one hand stroking his hair while the other ran up and down his back to soothe him. "m-missed you, mommy, so much" he sniffled, nuzzling his nose into you, breathing in your scent, bathing in your company, finally content, finally safe, finally home, finally in his mommy's arms again.

#📬 maeve's mailbox!#spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fandom #dr spencer reid #mgg #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut

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konniesreality · 7 months

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I've a piece of advice for everyone who trying to shifting/void whatever just give your self 3 days

For the next 3 days spend your day reprogramming your mind look ik going to void /shifting is easy you don't need a whole ass method or whatevaa but as we have certain believes and perspective towards life so initially it's a bit hard to just accept something new for our subconscious it says (no that's not true)

But just imagine you are at a new place so obviously you don't know the routes right? But what if someone keep telling you again n again that this way goes to hotel, this way goes hotel after few time you'll be like ohhh fuckk ik can you plz stop

Same way we have to let our mind get familiar with this new route

But firstly you should believe that shifting/ void do exist don't be like ohh is it even real it seems unreal to you because you haven't heared it from your childhood but that's doesn't mean it does not exist, so first of all stop questing yourself about it's existence

Now what you have to do is select 3 days from your preference and keep it in your mind that on the third day you are going to shift another thing during these 3 days at the initial 2 days don't try to shift I'll explain you later why you should not.

Day 1- just take a piece of paper or your phone anything it's up to you there should be two columns first believes second disbelieve now what you gonna do is on the believes section write things which you actually believe such as water keeps us hydrated but along with these sentence put some shifting/ void sentence repeatedly such as I can shift, shifting is easy for me, regardless of everything I'll shift, and much more it should be in a way which seems natural to you that's why I said put basic things which you actually believe in between first line should be any basic thing which you believe then about shifting then something else then again shifting like that and on the disbelief side write down things which you don't believe keep it simple like ghosts, black magic, and so on once you done go through this list throughout the day and lock it down in your subconscious that yeah this is what I believe and this is what I don't okayy?

Day 2- so this day you have to show gratitude towards whatever you believe like God or may be universe or whatever your superpower your guardian angel it could be anything show gratitude that omg I'm so grateful I came to know about this concept I meant to fulfill my desires or I deserve to live my DR that's why out of millions of people only few people know about this and I'm one of them also you just have to stay excited of course not the whole day but whenever you can because one day has already pass you are on the second and finally tomorrow is the day when you entering your DR so stay happy cheer the moment, feel excited about it you get it right?

Day 3- FINALLY YOUR DAY HAS ARRIVED TODAY IS THE DAY MY KUDOSSS!

This entire day you have to think that everything every single thing whatever you are doing throughout the day is bringing you closer to your DR let's say you are drinking water you'll be like ysss this water helps in my shifting, omg I'm taking a nap this brings me closer to my DR and stuff like that also keep reminding yourself that today is the day every second every minute that passes bring you close to the time when you are going to shift and enter in your desired reality.

Now at night do whatever method you follow for shifting and just enter like yess ENTER IN YOUR DESIRED REALITY GOOO DO IT!!!

And a bonus point you can do vaunts, and listen to subliminal throughout these three days ( it's optional btw but it helps)

Let me know the success stories byy byyy🤍🤍

Thank you so much anon! Everyone do thisssss 💗💗💗💗💗💗

#ask #void state

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Steve gets hanahaki, coughs up yellow acacias if he so much as thinks of Eddie too long. He tries not to think of the way his eyes soften when he talks to the kids, or the laugh lines he already has curved in his cheeks where Steve wishes he could put his hands. Ever the self-sacrificing person, Steve doesn't say a word about it even as he hacks up bouquets of it, but Robin and Dustin are the first to know something is wrong, and encourage him to go to the hospital, so he does. The doctors tell him about the surgery, which would remove the roots that are threatening to pierce his lungs, but that he would lose the love he has for the long-haired man. They tell him that many people choose death.

"That's stupid," Steve says, "if I die because of a hopeless crush, my friends will find a way to bring me back to life just to kill me themselves."

He agrees to the surgery, and they let him make a phone call before they get him a room, so he calls Robin and lets her know everything. She sighs but says he's doing the right thing, and Steve gives her permission to tell Dustin as well, since he was worried. While Steve is in the hospital being prepared for surgery, Robin calls Dustin and lets him know the situation, and he's understandably upset that Steve was quiet about it for so long about it, but sighs in relief that he's not the romantic idiot Dustin thought he was. Dustin, not knowing who the flowers were for, accidentally mentions it to the group since it was DnD night, and Eddie jumps from his chair and runs to the phone to call Robin back. The kids hear him pleading with her for an answer, then a huff of disbelief, and a silence, before Eddie inhales deeply and says, "It's okay. If he was able to fall in love with me once, then the capacity for it is there. I just have to... meet him where he is, and we'll go from there together, right? So it's okay. We still-- I still have him. We still have time."

omg so i wanted SOOO badly to do a little volleying back to this and like do a proper little write up of what happens next in response for you, but my brain is just not working with me on it and i am SO upset about that, but this has been sitting in my ask box for a while now and i feel bAD for letting it sit for so long so i am just going to publish it now but.

BUT.

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSS OMG. it's so funny too bc i have never really cared much for the hanahaki trope before, like i knew it existed but i never really read it or looked for it or anything, i was pretty indifferent to it, but there have been a couple ive seen for this fandom and for steddie specifically and HOHOHOHO oh my god i eat that shit UP its so fucking GOOD it just works so damn well for them and i LOVE IT.

and this THISSSSS is so good omg.

"if he was able to fall in love with me once, then the capacity for it is there" SCREAM SCREAM SCREAAAAM!!!! eddie thinking he's going to be too late, but that's okay because if it happened once it can happen again and this time it'll be different!! this time he wont let it get to this point!!!

except EXCEPT!!! he rushes to the hospital and he makes it there RIGHT as steve is about to be wheeled back for the surgery and he's breathless from sprinting and his heart is hammering in his chest because what if he tells steve the feelings are returned but he doesnt believe him?? what if he still tries to go through with the surgery anyways? or what if hes doing this because he doesnt want those feelings?? but eddie doesn't care, he's got a chance here and he's going to take it. so he pleads with the doctors, begs them to give him a minute to talk to steve, and they look to steve and he gives his permission. and so they leave the room, leave steve and eddie together. alone.

and eddie tells steve, he confesses everything that he's been holding back too, he tells him that he loves him. and when he's done he holds his breath, he hopes he wasnt too late, wishes that this does the trick to convince steve otherwise, he wonders he wonders he wonders.

and then steve coughs. and eddie's breath catches in his throat, everything on the verge of crashing down around him because oh fuck it didnt?

but when steve pulls his hand away from his mouth, it's empty. there's no flowers, no leaves, no blood. no nothing. his hand is empty.

he looks up at eddie with huge eyes, back down at his hand, then back up at eddie. he clears his throat, coughs again, still nothing.

and then his whole face lights up. and its magic, it's fucking magic. the sick pallor of steve's face clears as the color returns, the rattle of his breaths quiets until it's gone, until he inhales deep and blows it out in a smooth, easy breath.

"eddie," he says, and he grabs onto eddie's hand. "i love you." he says, like it's suddenly the easiest thing.

eddie laughs, he laughs so bright, and he doesn't even care as he practically throws himself at steve, catching his face between his hands and pulling him in for a kiss.

he almost lost him, but he didn't. he didn't.

"i love you, steve, i love you so much."

it's that easy.

#asks #anonymous #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets #hanahaki disease

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Call Me Cinnamon

Chapter 3: Huh. Well, That's New.

Notes: Thisssss took foreverrrrrr. But it's done now! So here you go :3 Also, big thanks to @obsidiancreates for beta reading!

Walking into the station, the two — technically three — almost immediately ran into Lassiter, who also happened to be going in.

“Lassie! Fancy seeing you here.” They had stopped at the front doors inside, next to the counter at the entrance.

He just gave Shawn an icy stare. “Spencer, I work here. You on the other hand, do not.”

He’s about to continue walking further down the hall. Shawn asked, “Where’s Jules?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s in the Chief’s office. What are you two doing here? Don’t you have your own circus to run?”

“Okay first of all: ouch, Lassie. You wound me. And Gus too. Second of all: we run a very real private detective business, solving your very real crimes.”

Lassiter scoffed. “Oh please. A frat house run by monkeys would be better at solving crimes than you two buffoons.”

Shawn heard a small ‘ooo buuuurned!’ from Cinnamon, but ignored her and continued “-and third of all: the Chief called us in for a meeting, said it was urgent. Not sure what it’s about. Although,” he quickly comes to a realization, and raises his fingers to his temple, “I’m sensing that it’s the same meeting she scheduled with you and Jules.”

Lassiter’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What? Why would she call you two in?”

Gus cut in before Shawn could. “No idea. She didn’t say anything over the phone.”

Shawn noticed that Cinnamon was being uncharacteristically quiet, save for the comment from earlier. He looked over at the nearest reflection — a mirror just above the bench at the entryway— and saw her standing directly in front of Lassiter, the biggest grin ever on her face.

“God, he is so much hotter in person.”

That really caught him off guard. Sure, Lassie was good looking, to the point where even he couldn’t deny it. But he didn’t expect her to say it so bluntly and up front like that. That seemed to be a common theme with Cinnamon.

She started rambling. “…but damn, I forgot he got that horrible haircut. It’s absolutely atrocious. He looked so much better in… 2008? No, no… 2011! Yeah, 2011.” She put a finger to her chin in thought. "But it did look really nice in 2017." She nodded to herself, but looked confused for a second. “Wait. It’s 2010 now, right?”

Subconsciously, Shawn let out a short laugh before trying to cover it.

But Lassiter caught it, and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Shawn thought on his feet, and quickly said, “Oh, nothing. Just the spirits. And…oh!” His fingers sprung back up to his head. “They are saying your haircut is, quote-unquote, ‘atrocious’.”

Unimpressed, he just gave Shawn a look and turned around.

“Wait, noooo! Why’d you say that I said that? Tell him I take it back!”

Too late. Lassiter had already stalked off.

“You’re just mad jealous I like Lassie more than you.”

Shawn huffed a small sigh. He was about to tell her to suck it, but stopped himself, remembering that he was literally the only person who could even hear Cinnamon. He turned to Gus. “Go on ahead, tell the Chief I'll be right there.”

Gus hesitates a for a second, looking like he’s going to ask why. But he just says, “Alright.” and walked to the chief’s office.

He pulled out his phone and pretended to call someone. Putting it up to his ear, he said “Rule 5-”

“You mean rule 4.”

“What? No, I mean rule 5.”

“Technically, rule 4 doesn’t exist, since you forgot it. So, that automatically makes the next one rule 4.”

Shawn rubbed his eyes with his free hand. At this point, he was too tired to argue. He was running on roughly three and a half hours of sleep and nothing to keep him awake. Not even coffee. The world was cruel like that.

“…Fine, rule 4: no making off handed comments about Lassie. Or anyone, actually.”

“Aww what, why?!”

“Because, despite being set back the crippling disability of not seeing the future, I can just tell that you won't be able to shut up about him-”

“You don’t know that...”

“-and I really don’t want to hear what you think about Lassie’s ass.” A police officer walked by and gave him a strange look when he said that last part. Shawn just waved awkwardly.

“…uhm, I never actually said anything about his ass, dude.”

He backtracked, and realized Cinnamon was right. “Don't change the subject."

"But I didn't-"

"Just... keep it PG, alright?"

"Ugghh fine. Whatever."

“What’s the deal with your obsession with Lassie, anyway?

She traded her slightly irritated expression for one that looked like she was daydreaming. “His wet cat personality and autistic rizz have captivated me.”

“…I’m not even going to ask what that means.”

“Good. I wasn’t gonna tell you anyways.”

That tracked. "This is so weird. He's like, 17 years older than you, at most."

She started nodding along, but stopped and thought for a minute. "No, wait. He's like..." She started counting on her fingers. "...23- no, 22 years older than me right now."

That made Shawn stop and think too, quickly doing the math in his head. “Wait, You’re not even 21 yet?”

She looked very confused when he said that. “Why would you think I’m older than 21?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re literally wearing a jacket for a pub right now.” She was, in fact, wearing a zip-up hoodie advertising a pub. It had been completely unzipped to show off her shirt, which was a forest green shirt advertising a place called Westview, the colors complimenting her vibrant red hair. Was that why she preferred to be called Cinnamon? Because of her hair color? He was getting off track.

She looked down at what she was wearing, and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot I was wearing that.” She fiddled with the zipper. “I only got it because my family takes me and my siblings there a lot, and it looked really comfy.”

“Okay, so if you’re 19, then-”

"I should've chosen something better. Like, literally anything else in my closet would’ve been good. Can't believe this is the fit I have to wear for eternity."

"...I think you'll be fine." Where was he? "So, if you're 19..." Shawn’s face scrunched up. “Oh. Ew, that means Lassie-”

“-is old enough to be my dad, yeah yeah yeah. But that just means I can call him a dilf.”

“What.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now come onnnn, the Chief is waiting for you! Us, technically. Also, I kinda wanna see what this meeting is about.” She was right. They had been talking for a little longer than he thought they would. He ‘ended’ the phone call, and ran over to Chief Vick’s office. On the way over, Cinnamon muttered song lyrics under her breath. He caught a few words — I know, you know — but didn't recognize it. It was probably some future song she conveniently had stuck in her head.

When he walked in, he saw that Juliet and Lassiter had taken the seats in front of Chief’s desk, the former being on the right and the latter being on the left. Gus had opted to stand between but also a little behind the both of them. Which left Shawn to stand to next to Gus’ right side.

“Good to see you could finally make it, Mr. Spencer.” The chief got up from her desk and began pulling down all of the blinds. Consequently, that also meant getting rid of the reflections, save for the very dull and warped one coming off of her glass fish, which was where Cinnamon now had to reside. However, she had not been standing in view of the fish’s reflection originally, which meant she was unceremoniously shoved towards it by an unseen force.

"Mother fu-"

“Now, I want you all to listen to what I have to say very carefully.” She pulled out a file, one that was labeled ‘Channing, Amber’.

“Last night, we were called in to investigate a car wreck, as I’m sure you remember, detectives?”

Lassiter straightened up. “Of course, Chief. Amber Channing: lost control of her car in the sudden rainstorm and drove off the side of the road into a tree. Her head was practically split in two. But we had already ruled it an accident.”

That caught Cinnamon’s attention. “Wait, isn’t that how I-?”

She was silenced when the Chief opened the file, setting it on her desk for everyone to see.

"Wow. That car is fuuuucked."

Once again, Shawn had to hold back a laugh. This was going to be a problem, wasn’t it?

“Like Lassiter said, this is Amber Channing, the mayors daughter. Although she was better known by the nickname her father gave her: Cinnamon.”

He frowned when she said that. These similarities between the mayor’s daughter and Cinnamon were beginning to unnerve him. First it was the eerily identical deaths, now the nicknames? What’s next, they both look the same? Have the same hobbies? Either Cinnamon had extremely poor memory and this was turning into ‘The Butterfly Effect’, or this was starting to turn into one of those cheesy sci-fi movies with a parallel world the main character was sent to.

Parallel world. It was like he struck a chord deep in his chest. Where had he come up with that thought? As far as he was concerned, he had never seen or heard of any media portraying that trope. What was going on?

Chief Vick continued. “We’ve received some concerning evidence from our new coroner earlier. This might not be something as simple as someone losing control of their car in the rain.”

Juliet leaned forward a bit, curious. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying this is a cover up. Someone killed her and made it look like an accident. Obviously done by an amateur.”

Pointing at the photos of the crime scene, she continued. “As was pointed out by Mr. Strode, some of the cuts and bruises on Ms. Channing’s body don’t exactly match up with the damage done to the car.”

Shawn couldn’t help but ask, “I’m sorry, Chief. You know I’m not really one to look a horse in the nose. But,” He motioned to Gus and himself. “where do we come in?”

Before the Chief could get a word out, Gus said, “The saying is ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’ Shawn.”

“I’ve heard it both ways.”

Chief Vick was visibly restraining herself from rolling her eyes. “I was getting to that.” She moved the photo of the wreck and revealed a new one underneath. "There was a note written on the windshield — or, what was left of it." There was indeed writing on the glassy remains of the windshield. It looked like it had been written in glowing green ink. Although it was almost impossible to read, having been written in a swoopy caligraphy. It read-

"Good luck, Shawn Spencer"

"As far as we and the photographers are concerned, that wasn't there the night of the crash. Nor was it originally in this picture. It just... appeared."

———

The meeting was over now. Chief Vick had ordered them to convene in the morgue and examine the body for themselves.

Before Shawn could take another step out of the office, Gus stopped him. “Shawn, can I speak to you for a minute?”

He froze a bit before pretending to act completely natural. “Uhhh yeah! Sure, man. What’s up?”

“Nice. Real smooth.”

“Why were you talking to yourself outside Chief’s office?”

“Ooohhh shit, he’s on to us.”

“Gus, don’t be the grass on this side of the road. I’m fine! I promise.”

Cinnamon let out a little snort, and Gus made a tsch sound. “I’m not stupid, Shawn. I know you didn’t call anyone. Besides, you’ve been acting weird all morning. You haven’t made a single pop culture reference. You're still wearing your clothes from yesterday! So why. Were you. Talking to yourself?”

“Spencer! Guster!” They both look down the hall and see Lassiter, Juliet, and Chief Vick standing impatiently down the hall.

“Be right there, Lassie!” Shawn turns back to Gus. “Okay dude, I promise you the second I can, I’ll tell you everything.”

Gus looked like he wanted to argue a bit more, but ended up giving in. “Fine. But you’re telling me all the details, don’t leave anything out.”

—————

Notes: That’s it! Grrr I can’t wait to write out the next chapter

ao3 link

Beginning: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4

Also, full credit to @birdyboylassie for helping come up with this line:

#shawn spencer #burton guster #carlton lassiter #juliet o'hara #chief Vick #karen vick #psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psychusa #psych tv #psych show #psych tv show #psych fic #psych fanfic #psych fanfiction #toast tries to write

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!DNDADS S2 EP40 SPOILERS!

ALRIGHTY PEOPLE. its time to enter a new arc! the fact that this episode is a longer one AND ALSO a two parter is so intimidating. what big stuff will happen i wonder

- HOW IS THE INTRO NOT HEY JUDE. WE WERE ROBBED

- IS THIS. ABOUT THE FUCKING MCDONALDS BIT. THE FUCKING OUT OF CHARACTER BIT THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO W THAT SUPER IMPORTANT EPISODE 😭😭 GOD

- I HATE THISSSSS WHYYYY

- that was the WORST intro. help.

- TAYLOR CAT FACT???

- NOOOOO TAYLOR IS A TIKTOK NPC LIVESTREAMER NOOOO

- WAIT WAIT WTF IS HAPPENING W LINC WHAT

- LINCOLN MR KICKS I CANT DO THIS HELPP

- this lincoln fact is actually very sad esp since ive been relistening to the earlier eps lately 😭 HE USED TO LOVE HIS DADS. MY SWEET LITTLE BOY.

- normals rad fact. this is just like that one drawing i did w him and linc w the garfield and odie hoodies except its garfield and nermal

- we better get tenmoku content this episode!!

- the message is coming from the school??

- god this is a disaster already what is going on

- is this crazy back and forth the reason why this episode is so long /hj

- i love dood

- A PERSON SUIT??? OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEY PUT DOOD IN THE TEENY COSTUME. PLZ PLZ PLZ

- YESSSSS LETS GOOOOO I WAS HOPING THIS WOULD HAPPEN

- OH SHIT THE COSTUME IS STILL IN GOOFS REALM HUH

- NORMAL HAVING A SPARE TEENY DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF HIM WEARING IT ALL THE TIME TO DEFEND IT FROM CHAPARRAL

- "fuck taylor u stupid fucking idiot" WHOA DOOD???

- its been a while since we gotta a good ol "ill kill u" from taylor

- HERMIE I SCREAMED. why am i like this

- ROLLING INSIGHT ON HERMIE FINALLY.

- NORMALS FINALLY QUESTIONING WHY HERMIES STILL THERE OHHHH MY GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW OF ALL TIMES

- PLZ GOD SOMEONE ROLL WELL ON HERMIE IM DYING HERE

- this lincoln and grant thing is PAINFUL.

- HOW LONG IS THIS JOHN BIT GONNA GO

- BOSS KICKS.

- BACK TO SCHOOL YIPPEEEE

- SCAM!!!!!!!

- okay well the sign is talking about 5 of them but do they mean the pcs and dood or the pcs and hermie?

- ohhh hermies not on the sign. excluded once again

- whoa hermie achieved normals dream. being a Normal Teen

- SUCKY. SUCKY BOND. IM SCREMAING

- THIS PODCAST IS SO STUPID!!!!!

- THE FACT THAT NOW LINCOLN DOESNT EVEN BAT AN EYE WHEN PEOPLE GET KILLED. god he HAS changed since the beginning of the season

- HERMIE STFU (i love hermie and scary as a duo actually but HERMIE STFU)

- WILL AND FREDDIES BONDING MOMENT LMAOOO

- WHY IS ANTHONY MAKING THE SOUND EFFECTS FOR IT UGHHH

- hermie steals the mascot costume once again.

- i have no idea whats happening what is their plan im so confused

- GRAAANT he makes me so sad

- THE WILSON HANDSHAKE.

- LINCOLN IS SO FUNNY THIS EPISODE

- i was really hoping theyd be at school longer tbh

- i feel like im not commenting enough on everything happening im so lost

- HOLY SHIT THEY CAN CHANGE THEIR CLASSES NOW. OH MY GOD THEYRE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT

- i. what even happened in that episode. okay

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

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unsleepingtales · 3 months

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Junior Year Episode Three!! Reactions!

That’s really legible too lol

Speaking of strange curdled feelings!

Woo sklonda passed the bar!

As a fellow folk fair kid I appreciate the folk fair rep thank you Brennan

Look at the beautiful dome art!

The new riz art is So Good guys

Ally’s outfit is great

He put so much work into the school mechanics of this

The MCAT

Astral state, CUS Dabus, BCU! BCU is the reach/goal it seems

Oooh college credit for the quests!

Society of shadows

Lord Salazar edge’s college of lone adventurers 😭

LYDIAAAA that’s so sweet oh my god

Sandra Lynnnnnnn

What the fuck is this song oh my god

Every day I learn more and more about how much Riz Gukgak is me and I am him. This was exactly how I behaved about college.

Cloaca! Okay!

Digby and Wilma! They/them!

Can I run? From you?

I’m so glad it seems we get to see more of the thistlesprings this season!

It’s CHLOE

The throwback!! The throat and the rectum are connected by a series of tubes!

You’re fucking sharp, you’re sharp as fuck, stop

It looks like he has a bad diet. Emily. 😭

Cathilda’s in Leviathan!

Is that all they ever serve for lunch

Fig’s luck is wild

Aww they’re juniors guys

YES THE MINOTAUR’S LAST NAME IS PHAEDRA I love it I love her already

Grix! Ok.

His WIFE?????? Balthazar had a WIFE??

Awww a Scottish highland minotaur <3

What purpose does a decoy cloaca serve

What do you GET babe I spent six years on student government what you get is an ulcer

Kipperlilly Copperkettle what is your Deal

Murph is so stressed

KRISTEN

Kristennnnn

No I so get it that specific energy drives me up the wall. I get being aggro about it.

Ohhhh this motherfucker wrote that horrible song

The fun thing about Kipperlilly is that she actually used to be one of Brennan’s pcs in an old campaign, you can see art of her by ND Stevenson!

That’s a really fun ability

The ghost steaks!!

Badidas!

What are you doing!

TERPSICHORE THE MUSE OF DANCE BRENNAN YOUR MIND!!

Is seacaster manor the new party house.

Ey??

The shenanigans are backkk

Fabian WHAT

God I missed them so much

Jace is so pretty

That’s how high school works!!

He went out of his wayyy to create the exact opposite of Aguefort

Creepy!

Hey what?

It is very much the same vibe as the new principal coming in in Sex Education and enforcing rules and making them walk single file

Return of German Shepard mode!

WANDA CHILDA

When love is in the air… there should be a tiny emergency

Heeeeey girlieeeeee

Kristen you KNOW she’s in the jacket how does that fool you

Ooh I forgot that was Porter’s voice :)

Make it make sense 💀

I am also going into a worry.

Ooh these descriptions are making me miss dance classes

I miss music and dance classes a lot

This energy is SO accurate

Arcane trickster riz!!!!!

Oh ok what does that mean

Aww I love the Jawbone and Riz moment

Those are all of the emotions he’s ever had!

Ally looks like they’re hearing the Kristen music in their head

Kipperlilly better watch her back yeesh

Bucky’s going to Aguefort!!!!!

His art is so cute aww

I’m so glad we get to see one of Kristen’s brothers

Ooh the Applebees are also a they/them unit. Ok

Kristen. Girlie. What’s up?

That is not it

Cassandra what does that mean??? Are you okay??

Kristen yeah!!

The hug is so sweet

Ally WHAT

That’s what yououou thiiiiink and I pirouette. Byeee girlieeeee

Why is that something she does now

I love all the Applebees puns

Aaaaa school supplies are expensive

Siobhan making Brennan feel real emotions at the table

I’ll just text Aelwyn at lunch. My HEART

What is thisssss

What smell would be enticing to emo kids? Cigarettes and peach schnapps??? I can’t deal with this

She’s not even staying for class?!?!

Of course the agent of the council of chosen is a fucking eagle

Girl just drop the illusion. Just be Fig. Just claim you were doing some bard shit.

Oh okay OR DONT

What the fuck is going on! I am unnerved!

GIRL WHAT

Just go to fucking class!!!!!!!!

Please fail that stealth

All of the teacher’s last names are so on the nose

Kristen I need you to talk to Cassandra. I need for you to just have a chat with your god please. They need you.

Kristen trying to figure out how to refer to her ex OUCH

I really hope this goes well

Cassandra’s art is SO pretty

NO SHE FUCKING DIDN’T BRING KALINA BACK

Next week looks fucking nuts I’m so excited and nervous about Kalina being back

#fantasy high junior year #reactions #verbal component

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neteyamsilly · 1 year

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HI ITS UR FAV ANON WITH A BLOODY EAR INFECTION 🫀!!! A LITTLE LATE TO THE PARTY BUT THATS CAUSE MY PHONE BROKE😍

ANYWAYS

I CRIED DURING CHAP 4 OH MY GOD the way Jake actually cares but gets such bad tunnel vision that he actually looses sight of what he's trying to protect:(

what if the conversation he has with reader at the tree of souls isn’t like any actual conversation??? but it’s like a barrage of memories and visions, possible futures and dreamlike visuals that portray both people’s feelings.

like obviously there would be a conversation but like when Kiri went to see grace, their location and physical state changed, so what if since jake and reader are both very emotional but also emotionally constipated they can’t get everything out through actual words?

when reader finds out Ikran (my vote is for the name is yom’tsyeyk cause it means “eat jake” 🙏) can’t fly anymore :(( maybe the ikran can just get really good at running… OR PULL A HTTYD ‼️ either way you go the metaphorical and emotional meaning behind it can do a LOTTTT. i just love the way you write, it’s so GOOD

like the way you describe emotions, actions, thought processes??? i’m currently writing my own fic and i aspire to be you fr

The anger Neytiri felt and how she lashed out at jake, THE ADOPTION CEREMONY THING??? i love the way ur brain works, are the kids mad at jake too?? like they’d probably never show it cause of how intense it gets when reader does but i can’t imagine the anger the kids might feel, wether it be directed more at Jake or reader or if it’s just anger at the situation and their relationship, id actually cry if we got some sibling angst up in there.

as someone who watched many conflicts between their sibling and authority figures, there’s always that kind of habit unconditional siding with the sibling even if they might be wrong. The sibs are definitely gonna be traumatized by this but how are they gonna respond and how will that manifest? isolation? attachment? anger? Would Kiri stay the pacifist or would she try and become some kind of protector or shield for reader? each kid would def have their own response and opinions and what if they clash?

Bro imagine the tension if the kids’ emotions manifest negatively like that :( would reader feel responsible?? WILL THIS BE THE REASON THEY MOVE TO THE REEF??? (assuming we’re going in that direction) THE DRAMMAAAA

tbh it could have a tiny little romance subplot 🤭

(SAPPHIC READER???? TSIREYA😍😍 Rotxo being sweet and balancing reader out??? rivals to lovers ao’nung with a not really secret soft side??? the possibilities are endless)

IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF AND RAMBLING SO MUCH😭😭 anyways, that’s just my thoughts and theories abt how this could go, im sooooo excited for the next chapter and where you go with thisssss :)))))))

-🫀

EAR INFECTION ANON, WELCOME BACK AHAHAHSJDSJKD AND ITS OK, UR HERE ANYWAYS!!! WOULD NEVER FAULT YOU FOR ANYTHING!

OUF so. from movie-canon its like a blend of the souls living in their best memories, neteyam wasn't aware he died but the moment jake didnt follow the memory his soul knew something was wrong, but jake put things back in order again. grace, however, knew she was dead - and we saw how the sceneries could change. im planning to take FULL ADVANTAGE of what we've been given AHAHAHAH

about jake and sister!reader's conversation though, HHHHHHHH its hard to have a heart-to-heart, but im sure you'll like what ends up happening since it's hurting me to write it BDBSBD

ALSO "EAT JAKE" IM HEJHKJSKDS AHSDHBSDBD BAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPECTATIONS I HOPE I CAN MEET THEM BDBSDSBD

About the siblings-parent conflict... I haven't written much of it because I don't think it's in character for either of them to be angry at Jake for it, they never are for Jake's actions even in TWOW. Lo'ak's generally frustrated and Neteyam gives the slightest bits of attitude, and Kiri is moody. They are too young for the kind of anger you're talking about, in my opinion. Sully family also is one of the healthier families in media. But there are tidbits of it in the new chapter, but it doesn't really go anywhere because Jake isn't his old self where wouldn't listen any of it. He takes full blame of it, and sort of reconnects with Neteyam and Lo'ak through it because Neteyam full on blames himself and Lo'ak is flabbergasted as to why Jake isn't affected. Jake listens to Neytiri's advice on transparence here. I'm going for sort of a healing-route! Though of course they'll be traumatized in their own way.

And this IS heading to the awa'atlu plot! I'm just making it more solid.

Also I've NEVER considered what kind of romance plot there would be, but sister!reader to me is kind of fruity LMAO She has a mix of Korra, Ellie and Vi vibes in my head. Like, girl-preferring with stupid attraction to men she gags at. Idk if I'll ever write it though BSHDBSS The general outline in my head is that she sees tsireya as a goddess and aonung as a pest she'd like to step on. rotxo is nice though she rocks with rotxo

ALSO!! ITS ALRIGHT ILY <3333 Have an amazing day!

#irma mirma ask mask #irmanons: 🫀

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inkedmyths · 1 year

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S1: E22 "Devil's Trap"

Brought to you by hey so each and every one of you who made me watch this. You all suck. This is the worst. I hate it here. What sort of BULLSHIT was that—

This episode featuring: Odd interrogation techniques, family dynamics, bodysnatching, and one deeply upset Ink

Banging opening music

I will not fall doooown... when push comes to shove I will rise above... jammin

Here we fuckin go the boys are off to save or avenge their dad

[ Kayla asks if one of the opening montages has used Carry On My Wayward Son. I said no, because I would definitely remember that. ]

Where are we

What the dog doin

Holy water and whiskey. Mood.

Oh this be Bobby

[ Kayla and Crepe cheer. They love Bobby. ]

SCREAMS. JOHN JUST HAS THAT AFFECT ON PEOPLE (referring to when he threatened to shoot John) oh I like him already

Satanic Roach Hotel

Ohh. Bad year. Most years 4 possessions, but this one had at least 27...... well thats rough

UH OH

MEG

DEAN

Fuck off Meg

"Chuckleheads" GREAT word use Meg

GOTTEM

Okaaaay interrogation time

"Where's our father, Meg"

"You didn’t ask very nice"

"Where's our father, bitch"

Goddammit whys he so funny

Oh shes posessed

I dunno about innocent

Oh good news bc it means they can yeet the demon, yea?

"Hit it Sam" (begins praying)

[ Winchesters latest hit single in Christian Rap sweeps midwestern protestant congregations as a big hit! ]

Dean buddyyyy

Uh getting spookyyyyy

This is wild. Interrogation via exorcism

What the fuck are u gonna do here like what do u do

Shes dead but not but whats up

UHHHH WELL THATS FUCKING. SOMETHING

Hello ma'am

That sucks ass. Being exorcised certainly doesn't seem fun, esp when you got dropped from a building

A year............ bro.......

Poor gal...

As I went down to the river....

Oh she gone.............

:((

STOP ZOOMING IN ON HER DEAD FACE

"You guys think you invented lying to the cops?" lmao thanks bobby

"I won't even try to shoot him this time"

[ Crepe asks Kayla if Meg is the woman Bobby has buried in his garden or if that's someone else. Concerning. ]

SCREAMS hes making the car safe and Dean is like MY CAR

Dean just wants his family to stop being self sacrificing. Hypocrite

Sunrise Apartments!

Building full of human shields... thats a problem

Pull the fire alarm lol

Oh those people are SO posessed

Yep there he is, tied u— hm. I don't. Like that actually

"I've got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous—" Dean for funniest liar

THEY STOLE THE FIREFIGHTERS FITS

Demon? Demön?

Holy water!!

Hes still breathing hes not dead yet

But he might be posessed

Oh just had to check

Uh oh someone else just got posessed

And another....

Aha... the colt

[ Kayla: Uhhh I'm here for the colt stuff - the Winchesters]

2 bullets left!

Alright. Now what

Fambily

Dean can and will kill for his family huh

Uh oh zappy lights

The demon's here!

Uh oh

Something is wrong

OH SHIT

Sam going AAA

AUGH WHATS HAPPENING

I DONT KNOW

WHAT IS THISSSSS

Bullshit bullshit

Me: DEAN WAS RIGHT

Kayla: and why was he right :)

Me: Bc he would have been pissed :(

Kayla: and never proud :)

Kayla: (therapy voice) and how did that make you feel

Me: I hate it here

Kayla: elaborate on that

Me: I haaaate it here

Kayla: mhm mhm (writing stuff down)

"What are you and God going to do?" dammmn

Justice for WHAT

Oh so a demon cares about its family

Good for him but also you were already trying to kill them before??

Yeah? Why?

What's your angle here

Huhhhhh. What the fuck do you want with Sam

"I really can't stand all your monologuing"

Oooough hitting him where it hurts damn

OOOH DAMN DEAN THROWING SHADE BACK

How are u guys goimg to get out of this

Oh shit oh SHIT

AAAAAAAAA

OH THE LEG!! SMART!!!!!!

Oh fuck man

Bro it fucking leaving

Well this is an Awkward Family Ride

Kayla: awkward family ride abt to

TRUCK

What the fuck what the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

BRO WHAT

THATS IT FOR SEASON 1??

BULLSHIT

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My so-called friends then proceeded to point, laugh, and heckle me for the next 10 minutes. This is bullshit I hope you know. Stupid goddamn cliffhangers stupid Winchesters and their STUPID FAMILY NONSENSE—

#on the highway to superhell #supernatural #spn #...season 1........done........#(head in my hands)#why. why have you people done this to me. why would you DO this

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the broken metaphor

so there have been two or three shots now that prompt a reaction completely disconnected from the drama I’m watching, and completely connected to a sense of regret for the generation behind me that’s making the drama.

it’s an image like this.

it’s not a bad composition. it’s pretty. it says what it’s meaning to say, in that scene, and generally is a decent approach. and I’d be willing to bet that the majority of people who looked at it during filming, during editing, during final review, saw nothing of concern and moved along.

when really... it should look like this.

currently, more than half the world’s populations live in urban areas, and those areas all have at least one thing in common: light pollution. the sky in the actual still is about as many stars as I could see from the exurbs and suburbs of a city of a half-mil to 1 million people. (Once you hit about 2M, depending on density, you start to get the eternal sunset to the direction of the city, just thanks to all the light in such a concentrated area.)

I do remember, when I was much younger, seeing the milky way on clear nights. And the honest-to-god truth is that it never gets old. Take just a split-second to look up and there you go, it’s awe-inspiring all over again.

it’s almost ironic that this particular drama speaks of a love like ‘the galaxy’ without ever once (and to all indications, probably without ever at all) actually showing a night sky that lends itself to such a metaphor.

I mean, by the time of the Eastern Han, trade routes were in place. The Steppes Routes (precursor to the Silk Routes) had been active for centuries, so it’s entirely possible Han scholars heard about Democritus‘ theory that the Milky Way was composed of a million distant stars, or maybe they leaned to Aristotle, who thought it was the cloudy exhaust from a few really big stars packed together.

point is, people were already studying the sky above -- not as a celestial painting crafted of myth, but as something distant, vast, and hoping it might be potentially knowable. which makes the metaphor of ‘a love like the galaxy’ just all that more powerful, and... rather sad, or at least wistful.

if you think in modern terms, then ‘galaxy’ is an abstract concept that we know to mean ‘something very very very huge, the hugest thing outside of the most hugest container that galaxies live in’ -- so to say, ‘I want a love like the galaxy’, I’m probably not alone in translating that to mean something like ‘I want a love so vast, so massive, it’s nearly unending, a love so huge it’s almost boggling’ and so on. like when kids throw their arms open to say, ‘I love you thisssss much.’

that is not what it’s like to see the arm of our galaxy wrapping around our sky.

it’s more like the opposite.

there is nothing quite so humbling as looking up and seeing not millions of stars but billions. it’s damn near overwhelming. like I said at the start, just take a second to look up. I’ve seen grown people stumble because they literally forgot to look back down again. you cannot look away. you could see it every night, as I did as a child, and it’s still breathtaking, every time.

a galaxy? that’s a very different sort of love, I think. it’s majestic, it’s awe-inspiring, but it’s also terrifying and distant, and it contains multitudes. how can one human really wrap their arms around that kind of experience? it’s almost hubris, to long for something that vast, and hope it could be knowable.

I said ‘opposite’ because it seems to me that to want to love on the scale of a galaxy, there are two questions. one, can a single person find the multitudes within themself to love on that scale? and if they did, would the galaxy even notice they exist?

or maybe -- in the frame of this specific drama -- that might be part of the point. all LBY wants is to be loved by his beloved in return, and he instinctively senses he has to do more, be more, go further, to stand out against the vast celestial backdrop. I mean, he could’ve said he wants a love like the endless oceans, or the vast forests, or the great plains -- these are things he can walk or sail among, touch, sit beside, be with.

but the distant stars? will always only ever be distant.

in which case, I find it rather sad -- on multiple levels -- that those making the drama don’t realize how empty their sky is, compared to the endless starry sky the historical character would’ve seen.

#love like the galaxy #sol thinks about stuff

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