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sisterdivinium · 11 months

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It might appear somewhat essentialist at first if used to examine real, breathing human beings, but Carol Gilligan's "Images of relationship" can provide an interesting framework with which to understand certain facets of Warrior Nun. More so when coupled with David Hayter's comment on how the show's "women are always right and the men are always kind of screwing things up," for her article, dealing in systems of moral understanding, might point us towards the reasons behind this openly admitted narrative "bias".

In a nutshell, Gilligan observes the different strategies by which boys and girls seem to resolve moral dilemmas, deviating from traditional interpretation. This is because, Rosemarie Tong reminds us, "Gilligan challenged the Freudian notion that men have a well-developed sense of justice — a sense of morality — whereas women do not". By looking beyond these hurried and prejudiced conclusions of (male) researchers before her, she "argued instead that men and women have different conceptions of morality, each equally coherent and developed and equally valid". She bases this idea, then, on those resolution strategies that were found to consist of, for boys, a tendency to see the moral dilemma as "sort of like a math problem with humans", while the girls were more inclined to view it as "a narrative of relationships that extends over time" — so if boys seemed "logical" through their impersonal abstraction of a situation, invoking concepts similar to those of law and justice, the girls were more likely to follow a different, "personal" logic, through "an awareness of the connections between people", identifying "a web of relationships that is sustained by a process of communication".

Where this all intersects with Warrior Nun is that the male and female characters seemingly display these same propensities of moral judgment.

If we start with the men, we will quickly see that they are all caught up in their own abstract systems, prone to grand ideas and concepts while detached from the world and the valuable human bonds that make it up, just as Vincent sees the quest for a hypothetical "better world" as more important than the life of a very real, concrete woman he claims to love. Mr. Hayter himself, in the same interview conceded during the OCS Conclave of June 3rd, mentions how father Vincent and cardinal William are irresistibly attracted to the notion of power: "here's this guy who can do godlike things, so why wouldn't I follow him, you know? ... We gotta have some power ... that we bow down to or whatever". This is how he transmits a glimpse into these characters' psyches and we could safely argue that this behaviour and thought pattern extends to the rest of the men in the show, including Duretti, Kristian, Adriel and even Michael Salvius.

Whether these men mask their fascination with power through other words or not, theirs is a cause which easily calls for violence and a willingness to kill or die for it.

Earthly power inspires Francesco Duretti to have the current halo bearer killed if need be as he attempts to consolidate his bid on the Holy See; Kristian Schaefer would sacrifice the world as readily as he does his old acquaintance Duretti in the name of this power that lay entombed for a thousand years but communicated through the voice of a sick little boy; cardinal William Foster is inebriated with the idea of being a new god's right-hand man, so he brutally slaughters his colleagues to buy himself a place at Adriel's table, even if that means getting no more than his master's crumbs; father Vincent is so eager to find someone or something powerful enough to take the burden of "his darkness" from atop his shoulders that he convinces himself of there being divinity in the parlour tricks of a manipulator, killing a symbolic daughter in this trickster's name; Adriel would bleed humanity dry without a second thought all the while claiming to save it in draining its belief for the benefit of his own megalomania; finally, Michael subjects himself to the will and authority of Reya, whom he claims to be "unimaginably powerful".

Of course the women of Warrior Nun are mostly all ready to lay down their lives for their own cause as well, or else we wouldn't have their iconic motto of "in this life or the next", but the motivation behind it is what sets the men and the women wholly apart here. If the former are intoxicated by the concept of power, the latter are embedded in a family of sorts, in a dense network of relationships that they can identify with some ease, and which informs their decisions and actions more than just dogma or theory.

Most if not all of the female characters struggle between two different stances: one is an offshoot of the males' abstract organisation of the world, while the other is a more "hands-on", "organic" order; between "duty", or what is said to be their duty, and that which their own perception reveals, their "personal" logic by which the "self [is] delineated through connection", seeing one another as actual sisters instead of mere pieces upon the church's chess board. We see the dilemma take place within Beatrice, Camila, Lilith and Mother Superion, who are all faced with a choice of sticking to their place in a well-defined (artificial, abstract) structure or valuing instead the human connections all around them and that stand in opposition to this man-made categorisation of life.

And, one by one, they take the side of that one character who seems to have kept her lucidity and fidelity to her own understanding through it all: Mary.

Mary never lost sight of her priorities. Her focus on friends and sisters illustrates Gilligan's point rather well when she is the only one who insists on understanding what happened to Shannon all the while the OCS is made to concentrate its energies on the halo instead. Of course it blinds her to Vincent's betrayal, but that is his fault more than it is hers; her moral compass points at the right direction for the most part.

And, each at their turn, the nuns adopt (rediscover?) this same mode of thought. Beatrice's efficient, obedient soldier façade crumbles beneath the urgency of siding with Mary rather than following the arbitrary decision of some man invested with the power of an institution; Camila outright admits wanting to be kicked out of the church just so she can stay near to the people who represent her allegiance more than liturgy itself ever could; Lilith literally travels to hell and back to rejoin her sisters, regardless of how her subsequent mutations upset her loyalty later on; Mother Superion sheds her prominence within hierarchy, risking it all, by standing with "her girls". Even Ava, an outsider with no ties to the church but who so desperately wanted to "live", trades a vague, abstract notion of what "life" and "freedom" entail for the very definite, tangible reality of the family this group of women becomes for her.

Another outsider equally stuck between "bodiless" logic and the reality of human connection around her, Jillian Salvius, too, falters before choosing her side when faced with these two points of view: that of "pure" reasoning and that informed by the consciousness of surrounding relationships. Her quest for "knowledge" is not sufficiently strong so as to potentially sacrifice someone in her inner circle. Season one has her holding young Michael back from stepping into the machine she herself had created for this purpose when concern overrides calculation; season two gives us a powerful scene where she is tempted by Kristian into joining Adriel's ranks as he claims she is already a part of it all and dangles before her the forbidden fruit of the world's hidden laws, the elusive answers the scientist in her has always searched for. He tries to hook her in by simultaneously appealing to her intellectual interests as well as her understanding of the web of relationships when he claims she is another link in the chain that leads to Adriel...

And Jillian refuses him.

Kristian would never convince her of already being within this specific network of relationships because he was the one to rupture it first.

To these women, unlike the men, it's not about ideas — or, rather, about rationalisations, given how their interpretation of what is logical or reasonable is more than open to inquiry. To these women, it's not about loud, large but empty words vulnerable to tampering and shifting meanings; it's not about power.

It's about people.

Rosemarie Tong says "Gilligan believed that women's moral development takes her from an egocentric, or selfish position to an overly altruistic, or self-sacrificing position and, finally, to a self-with-others position in which her interests count as much as anyone else's" — and this seems to describe perfectly well the inner trajectory that these characters follow. We see traces of the selfish in Ava, Jillian and Lilith, as well as of the self-sacrificial in Beatrice or Suzanne, but they all appear to converge on this path towards constructing a "self-with-others" whereby they are all individuals inextricably tied to one another — and aware of it, acting accordingly. A sisterhood, a direct sisterhood that supersedes the very church structure which facilitated it to begin with.

Of course Warrior Nun is too intricately built to allow itself to be so smoothly explained; if Carol Gilligan provides a framework that helps us to identify what is so positive and deserving of attention in the female characters' attitudes as championed by one of the show's own writers, it also falls short on other points and her propositions can then be questioned by the show in turn.

We need but a few examples.

If Jillian Salvius values the significance of association with others more than she does a cold, distant overview of things (the latter being the stereotypical scientist attitude), then how is it that she seems so prepared to immolate Lilith at the altar of curiosity? One relationship takes precedence over the other, yes, and we cannot compare the love for a son to whatever affection or respect there is for anyone else, but the nature of Jillian's experimentation with Lilith, had it gone forward, is quite brutal even for the sake of a debilitated child. Jillian's stance is understandable, but this "self-with-others" thing isn't as clear-cut as we might think.

Lilith herself oscillates between those three positions of moral development described by Gilligan, going from selfish to "connected" by the end of season one, but ending season two in almost complete isolation, with only a hint towards her previous place in a web of sisters as she aids Beatrice in getting Ava to the ark... Shortly after having dug her claws into the warrior nun's flesh.

But perhaps Lilith is a more special case than we realise at first. Our early childhood experiences define much of our character, after all, and the words we use have a bearing on how we view and reconstruct the world in our discourse; Lilith's understanding of the relationships between people, of "family", probably doesn't reflect that of her sisters given the ill-treatment she must have received from her relatives. If one's primary web of relationships is so tainted, what model can it ultimately provide for later connections? Just as Ava's mistrust for nuns is justified by her previous, negative experiences at their hands, Lilith's experience with intimate or familial bonds surely affects her maturing sense of being linked to other people. If family is a positive value for Ava and Mary, for example, it cannot boast of the same meaning for Lilith, whose family is a source of stress and misunderstanding rather than a harbour of love.

The treatment she has received might have corrupted her grounds for moral judgment by communal lenses in a way Beatrice's rejection by her own parents did not, leaving Lilith adrift as long as she does not somehow attempt to re-signify what human connection ultimately means. To Lilith, as of yet, the web of relationships she necessarily belongs to mirrors the initial disposition she was brought up in, as a hierarchical structure where every link is tainted by the stench of power and domination — the OCS is a family much like her own... Where orders are given and meant to be obeyed.

We cannot know for certain what it is that she sees or feels after Adriel "unlocks" her wraith-vision, but there is something peculiar in how, reflecting this idea of abstract versus material views of the world we've been discussing, Lilith claims to see reality when she casts her eyes upon the nebulous demonic figures only few others can see. In her opposing traits are mixed, delivering a strange synthesis we cannot quite make out yet and making Lilith a hybrid both in body and in thought.

And while this fact alone seems to interrogate David Hayter's comment about how the women in the show tend to be correct, we can further complicate the statement by glancing at Reya.

There is frightfully little we know of her, but a lot of the information we do have is conflicting: Reya is unimaginably powerful, yet needs to manipulate two young people to do her bidding for her in fighting Adriel; her predictions are "meant to be" yet do not manifest in the way they were said to; she is described as some sort of benefactor by taking Michael in, but she sticks a bomb into his chest and the very sight of her sends him reeling; she is, as far as we know, a woman, yet she might very well be at odds with the other women we see in the show. How, then, are the women always right?

Perhaps they are so when following their conscience as guided by their understanding of community and sisterhood, when belonging to a network of relationships and acknowledging it. That would exclude a murderous sister Frances, a confused Lilith and a mysterious, distant Reya from the definition.

In this sense, then, even if the characters are not static or simple, even if they waver between the moral positions suggested by Gilligan and which do not seem all that definite to begin with, her text is still enlightening as relates to why the women are, "word of God", the moral touchstone of Warrior Nun.

Having been robbed of further development of the story and universe for the time being, however, precisely because of an abstracting, impersonal corporate logic that sees only numbers where there should be people and the wonderful effect this show has had on them, there is only so much we can conjecture on this subject...

#warrior nun #analysis and similar #exercises in observation #i should tag all of the characters since they're all more or less discussed but i am too lazy for that sorry #i can't explain why i took so long to write this it's been in my essay list forever. then the david hayter revelations hit #and i knew i had to finally write it strengthened by his words #it's fair to tell you i have about a trillion reservations about psychoanalysis and psychology and whatever #but you also know by now i'm a pragmatist. if the theory helps me explain something i will use it.#then again i suppose i should have read gilligan's entire book lol but my eyes wouldn't have survived #i had read her text in january of last year i think because it's in a collection of feminist texts i own in print #so yeah. grain of salt etc #i'm not sure i've properly exposed what i wanted to say but i've had enough of this text and i'm releasing it into the world lol

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yandere-sins · 11 months

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I'm not sure how thirsty our thirsts are allowed to be but I just stumbled upon your ghost oc from the halloween thingy while searching ghost from cod and WHAT?!?!?!?! Listen....all I'm going to say is 💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵 that is literally the best smut I've ever read in my ENTIRE life and I've been reading smut since about the 2000s. Would you be interested in continuing that piece or for writing an additional part? Maybe when they come to the apartment for the exorcism, they try 'channeling' or calling to the ghost to come, but he's fucking reader the entire time right infront of the roomate and officiate? My brain is thinking it would be so sexy if there was a glitch and he was visible for half a second but that can't be right....right? Why else would your roommates see a tall, sexy man taking you from behind at such a time? Must be a trick of the light! I love the perspective you write in and how even though this very supernatural sex scene was happening, you didn't describe it in a confusing or overly complex way. Your way of describing things, especially naughty things just hit different. It was extremely enjoyable! And so freaking hot!!!!! Seriously, there isn't a lot of content out like that so you're literally an angel for providing us with that haha. Going to give myself an anon name here, is 👻 available? Ahem, no reason why I chose that emoji hehe

Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write :D Not sure I am always as clear when describing smth, but I'm doing my best! Thansk for you sweet ask and nice request, I hope you enjoy this story as well! ♥

Disclaimer: I don't speak latin. I google translatored this. Warning: Yandere, Heavy Sexual Content, Biting

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"Dele omne mal-- ah--!"

"Malum, Baby. If you want to erase all evil, you gotta say your words right~"

It was hard enough to read the little pamphlet in your hands with your body shaking like crazy, thanks to the thick cock plowing into you with every word you were saying. You could have really forgone the condescending nitpicking of the ghost you were trying to exorcise, but you weren't that lucky.

"Malum," Eli whispered, leaning over to you and raising an eyebrow you could see even in the sparse flickering of the candles around you. They couldn't ask, not wanting to disturb the ritual you three had initiated. Still, their gaze alone silently questioned your inability to perform your part properly, even more shame washing over you.

"M-Malum," you finally finished your sentence, giving them an apologetic glance before lowering your head to avoid any more eye contact. You wanted them to notice this bastard of a ghost as soon as possible so they'd believe you, but at the same time, you were too embarrassed to be caught by them like this.

Aside from Eli, another person had joined you in this strange rite meant to banish the evil from your apartment. A guy named Brian, who seemed to really believe in this stuff despite being unable to see the ghost haunting you either. You had held your breath when you entered the apartment together with him, wondering what his reaction would be to seeing the spirit clinging onto you almost instantly, rubbing his cock against your ass and whispering lewd nothings into your ear.

But Brian made a grand show of convincing Eli that the apartment had bad 'juju', and needed cleansing immediately, which, strangely, your roommate believed him without any doubts. It only gave the ghost another chance to taunt you as he revealed that Brian was no more sensitive to the supernatural than Eli was, there being no escape from your unwanted roommate.

Now, you three knelt around a drawn-up pentagram on the floor of your room, the epicenter of paranormal activities how Brian explained, and between the fog of incense, the dim candle lights, and your nightmarish lover slipping in and out of your wet cunt, you could barely think even one cohesive thought.

It wasn't that you actually enjoyed being exposed to other people, the tension doing nothing for your pleasure other than making you squeeze the ghost cock tighter whenever it was your turn to speak. It wasn't a comfortable environment in any way. But something had changed. The ghost had changed.

You hadn't noticed it this morning at the breakfast table, nor when he bent you over the counter, feeling too worn out and fucked loose to actually feel the difference. But he had grown. After a few hours of staying away, you finally noticed the change in girth of his ever-so-eager cock. It was thick and bulging, especially when he pressed it to your sensitive cunt. It had made you gasp and tremble the first time it entered you, painfully spreading your walls, and even now, you could barely produce enough slickness to have it rammed into you comfortably.

Despite this, juices were flowing out of you, pooling on the floor beneath your gaping pussy as the ghost kept spreading and demanding deeper and deeper access. You blamed the incense for getting to your head, making you feel all aroused as you clenched around the suddenly bumpy and pleasurable grip his cock had. "Just like this, Babe. Fuck, you're so unbearably tight," the ghost groaned, burying his face in your shoulder as you unwillingly shuddered, your walls holding on to his length as it twitched inside you, the bumps and ridges covering his cock, stimulating your soft flesh.

You were going to cum. There was no denying it. In front of Eli and Brian, no less.

"Now, let's hold hands, so we ask the ghost to pass over to the other side and leave this apartment peacefully."

A hand on each side of you was held out, and forcing yourself to take them, you couldn't help squeezing them tightly, earning a rather displeased look from both before Brian cleared his throat, continuing.

"I'll pass over, all right," the ghost mumbled, his pace picking up, cock twitching while he picked up the speed. You prayed to any god that could hear you that the others wouldn't notice your shaking and rapidly building orgasm. Your breath was hitching, pussy tingling delightfully as you closed in on violent spasms.

"You feel so fucking heavenly~ I might die all over again. And I'll pass all my jizz right here."

And with that, you felt his tip kiss your cervix, your pussy spread to the max as the ghost stopped his movement, arms wrapped around you as he pressed you against his body, squeezing the air out of your lungs as if he wanted to take you with him to the afterlife. Your body had no choice but to accept his cock, wrapping around him and having him brutally stimulate all the sensitive spots inside you while you could barely hold on to reality.

Brian said some incomprehensible words, the rumbling of thunder suddenly scaring all three of you to the bone, making you jump. That little movement was enough to send you over the edge, the ghost pulling you back as you slid off his cock a little, his tip ramming into your cervix. It released all the pent-up pain and pleasure inside you first before soothing the burning heat of desire inside you with cold, dead spunk shooting up into your womb.

You were shaking harder than ever as lightning lit up the room, followed by another bellowing thunder. Brian gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at something behind your shoulder, the ghost letting out a husky laugh as he let his long tongue slip from his lips, dragging it over your ear before wrapping it around your throat once completely. "Mine," he growled, the tip of his tongue caressing your cheek, searching for your lips to dig in, and Brian let go of your hand, unable to get away fast enough as he let out a scream, stumbling to his feet and out of the door, leaving everything, even the things he lent you guys for the ritual, behind.

"What's up with him?" Eli asked, totally confused as they looked after Brian, surprised by the sudden freak-out. "What the fuck is going on? Why is he-- hey? Hey, what's wrong?"

Shocked, they noticed your unnatural hunched-over body, hanging only in the arms of the ghost that they couldn't see. Eli touched your shoulder, only to get shocked by electricity you could only guess came from the ghost. "It's over," you mumbled, feeling spit drool out of your mouth, your throat too restricted by the ghost's tongue to swallow. "Finally over."

"Never, Darling. We're only beginning," the ghost chuckled. "Tell them to leave."

"You can go, Eli," you slurred, letting your body fall back against the ghost's chest. Your eyes were hazy with the brutal orgasm you still felt shaking in every bone of yours. Gaze unfocused as you tried to direct it at Eli. The cock was still buried inside you, emptied yet hard and solid as if it manifested. Juices began to drip out, and had Eli looked at where the Ghost bundled up the black robe Brian made you wear in his grip, they would have seen the pool of indecency collecting on the floor between your wide-spread legs.

"Are you sure? You seem... weird. Are you really okay? Should I call an ambulance? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No!" the ghost screamed, followed by the loud crashing of thunder as he grew bolder with every orgasm he could steal from you. He no longer lived to tease and bother you. He was finally evolving into an even worse spirit than before. Possessive. Starving. Greedy. Only you could hear him, and you shook your head in pain, exhausted.

"It's fine! Just... Just go. Please..."

"Err... okay?" Eli definitely wasn't considering hurrying up as they collected the few things Brian allowed them to take with her into the ritual, like their phone. But eventually, they stepped out of the door, closing it while watching you warily. "Let me know if you need something, okay?"

And with that, the lock finally snapped into the frame, and you breathed a sigh of relief as the ghost lowered you gently onto the floor, laying you down on top of the pentagram. "You're not going anywhere. And you can't get rid of me, do you understand now?"

"Please..." you mumbled, covering your face with your arms. You felt weak, used, and disgusted. So many bad things had happened in the last few days, and you were exhausted. Nothing you did made it better, and you were running out of ideas. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable, you even felt...

"I'm scared..."

Tears welled up in your eyes. A reaction you never wanted to show him, knowing the ghost would take every chance to belittle you. However, to your surprise, he leaned over you, licking and kissing the tears away gently, softly, a purr escaping his throat.

"It's okay, Sweetling. No one's going to take you from me. I'll satisfy all your desires and perform all these sinful things you'll come to wish from me as you fall from your graces. You are bound to me, and I am to you, and we'll grow stronger together until we can leave this place. We'll cause havoc and chaos wherever we go until we're strong enough to even wreck hell. I need you. You need me."

Pressing his body between your legs, you could feel his hard cock rub all over your cunt, now even teasing your clit. You mewled, head falling back as he pressed it painfully close, your pussy suddenly aching to be filled by his thickness while his lips trailed down your body, licking the sensitive spot between shoulder and neck before replacing it with his teeth.

His tip prodded against your entrance, and your cunt gave him little resistance as he pushed it in slowly, fangs sinking into your flesh at the same time. The ghost pinned you down by your hands, and with his weight, your whole body trembled so hard as if you were going to explode while you gurgled from the pain and pleasure. You were so out of it, you didn't even notice the pentagram beginning to glow beneath you as your blood spilled from the bite, some lucky drops dripping to the floor while the ghost licked up everything else.

"My queen, my life," he mumbled against your body, and you could feel his lips curl into a mischievous grin. "My pretty little fucktoy."

A burning sensations spread all over your back, making you gasp. Even more tears leaked from your eyes, but at the same time, you arched your back, the ghost's cock slipping inside you completely, turning the pain into pleasure.

"We're bound now," the ghost groaned loudly, lifting himself from you, and you felt his cock twitch inside as if he was ready to spill again.

Looking up at the ghost through teary eyes, you couldn't believe what you saw, his translucent skin slowly turning black and solid. You were horrified to see the burning mark of a pentagram go up in flames on his chest as his body solidified, great satisfaction brimming from demonic eyes.

"Finally, we're bound to each other. And with this new body of mine, nothing can stop us."

His touch had always been real, but the leathery feel of his hands wrapping around your throat was different. Frightening. You gasped and gurgled as he pulled you on his lap, now the one to kneel on the ground as he impaled you on his cock, one hand falling to your ass so he could move you up and down his shaft. "You're going to make such a beautiful pet for your future king of hell. I have to thank you for giving me enough strength to recover my true form. And I know just what to do to reward you."

Hugging you to his chest, you were pressed into the burning pentagram. The flames licked at you, lapping at you like an excited dog but didn't burn your skin where they touched. They were warm and comforting, engulfing you in an unlikely sweet embrace. All while more warmth spread through you like wildfire. Your back felt like it was burning up the same as his chest was, bigger and hotter with every toe-curling, scream-enticing plunge on his thick, slick cock.

"Birth my army as well, Human. Let's rain down disaster on this planet, and I promise you will never lack anything in life ever again."

You didn't care anymore.

Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth as your brain got shredded by otherworldly pleasure. Flames had spread everywhere, playing with your clit and nipples like eager appendages, teasing and lighting you on fire, even licking at your butt, waiting for a chance to enter you alongside their master. You could hear the wailing voices straight from hell as your ghost—demon?—grunted like a boar in heat while plowing into you mindlessly, satisfying his lust and need for your life force. You felt your life drain from you just as a new life built in you, strengthening you. Against your will, he was transforming you into something you didn't want to be. Something like him. A being that could weather all his desires and wishes. That would be just as depraved and selfish as he was, with a mind too broken to refuse him.

His queen. His life source.

His pretty little fuck toy.

His.

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 6 months

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ok so what i was saying about fulgur and prosthetics

i said in this ask that there's a lot you can do in a selfship/fulgur x reader fic regarding his cynet limbs and i'm here to elaborate

SO it might be bc i'm not looking in the right places, but the bit about fulgur being an amputee is really untapped, in a way that i think really translates nicely to how he loves

if there's anything about fulgur it's that he doesn't do grand gestures. he can appreciate a good meal but he's not one for classy reservations. god knows he doesn't care enough about what he wears to those fancy outings, much less the outing itself. why would he? he doesn't get the appeal of putting on these polished faces. acting like anyone but himself, the guy that would down a can of soup in one gulp if you were the one serving it to him. it's the meaning behind the action that gets him, not candle-and-starlit balconies. these limbs are red enough to put any rose to shame.

these limbs. cold to the touch, layers of plate. the first time he reached out of his own volition he remembers how your back straightened to steel. he's never felt insecure about the chill until then, but it wasn't long before he realized how you leaned in anyways. where he tentatively brushes along with a fingertip, you take in his palm. not a single shred of fear or hesitance then.

he turns his back to face you the first night you slept together, detaching his cynets from where the socket ends. his right arm is the last to go. each limb rests on a cloth in order.

the next night you watch, and when he notices, he shuffles his left leg before taking off his right. there's an order to the panels. the legs are a series of hooks and latches in order to be properly doffed, while the arms are simple, but sensitive. there's a certain amount of force needed to press the buttons that detach the limb. the final button is under a tab within his palm—the end of the largest mesh crease, at the furthest point his thumb can stretch. it slides off cleanly.

the third night fulgur narrates it. he's forgotten some of the names because he's had this steel for so long, it's become instinct, not process. by the fourth it takes half as much time as usual and he's wondering if there's anything you can't make easier.

"the next part is... this latch, right?"

"yup. c'mon, use some more force. i've taken it harder than that."

the switch by his wrist unlocks under your thumb, and the last mechanism left is the panel on his palm. his thumb rests loosely. the flat of his hands are made of blackened mesh to simulate the give of flesh. it detects your own as your fingers skim his and reach for the button.

the socket is neat. the steel goes deeper than the prosthetic, and as you remove it, it exposes the ports where the wiring connects. fulgur rolls his shoulder, loosening the connection, before it fully detaches. that's not a required movement. he shifts back into his place in the bed sans prosthetics.

"what, you're not even going to call me a pervert?" he asks. his eyes are closed but his shit-eating smile is plain to see.

"fuck off." you poke his cheek. annoyance. then you raise the blanket up to his chest. a few inches below his throa2, just how he likes it. "i didn't want to mess up."

"it's hard for you to mess up. those limbs have gone through hell and back."

"yeah, but i wanna make sure it's okay though. 'cause what if it's not?"

"nah, you wouldn't mess up."

you lay down and toss the blanket over yourself. even without the cynets, fulgur is cool to the touch. you can feel the ridges of surgical steel along his shoulder blades, and where it's thinnest are the small, tiny bumps where the ports were screwed in. the pale skin, nonetheless, is soft in a way his mesh-palms aren't. without his arm there's more room for you to place your head along the plush of his chest and the paneling. the chest-pillow is cold on either side.

his eyes are still shut. you feel the rise and fall of his chest along your cheek as his breath travels through. when you close your eyes as well, there isn't much of a difference between your dark bedroom and the embrace of rest.

you almost forget how to speak.

"goodnight," you mumble five minutes later.

he relearns the skill a minute later, too. "yeah," he says.

you'll have to remember that later.

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#fulgur ovid #fulgur ovid x reader #fulgur ovid fluff #noctyx x reader #noctyx #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #4402 writes #4402 brainrot #intended this fic to be acceptance and not romanticization. hope we can all recognize that intention #if there's anything i got wrong/incorrect feel free to lmk

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whumpzone · 2 years

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Linden and Colton Interval: Beach Day

this is my first ever shorter piece not done from an ask!

please have a sweet beach day, about a year into Linden and Col's story. Col's a lot more confident here :-)

CW: pet whump, that's it!

Master gripped the rolled up picnic blanket in his hands and flicked his wrists, letting is unfurl elegantly. Colton took the other end, like they’d practised, and held on as the two of them laid it across the sand.

It was quiet- just before the summer holidays. Master had led them down the stone steps that were cut into the sea wall, and then along the beach so it felt like there was no one else there at all.

Master had brought two bags- one with snacks, one with swimming gear. He put them at opposite ends, to hold the blanket down. He’s so smart, Col mused.

“You can get comfortable, sweet.”

Col obliged immediately, sinking to his knees.

“You can sit properly, if you’d like to. It’ll keep you cooler.”

It was one of Master’s softer ways of giving orders, but they were orders nonetheless. Awkwardly, he stretched one leg out after the other, glancing back to check if he’d done it right. Master gave him a smile and a nod, sitting down in the same position.

“Just going to take my shirt off. I’m getting hot already. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Colton had never, not in all these months, seen his Master without a shirt. He’d barely seen his legs, either. But as he glanced over, his vision caught on something and stayed there.

Scars. Long, deliberate ones, stretching lengthways across his chest. From his angle, Col couldn’t tell if it was one continuous cut or two shorter ones.

As usual, Master caught him looking. This time the usual thrill of fear didn’t strike quite as deep. It was still there in his mind, the fact that he should be in trouble, but Master had never punished him for it before. Colton thought he might never.

“Wh- oh! My scars.”

Master looked down at his chest, flipping some strands of hair over his shoulder ungraciously to get a better view.

"I'm transgender. Trans," he said clearly, but without much emotion attached to it. "Do you know what that means?"

Col nodded and Master gave him a little smile.

That weird urge to speak for the sake of speaking took hold of him again. Conversations weren't for pets, and yet... Col liked it when his Master talked to him. Replying was a sure-fire way of generating that.

"I've never met a transgender person before, Sir."

"I suppose they hadn’t been invented in your part of Wales yet, huh?" Master joked.

Col smiled. He wanted to laugh back, but maybe that was too far.

"You could well have met a few, you just didn’t realise. But anyway- now you know. We've both got scars."

"You have burns too… on your thighs, Sir."

"Oh, please try not to worry about that. I know you feel bad, but I've forgotten about it now. Truly. Want to go for a swim?"

Colton immediately turned to look out at the water, rolling in gently. A little way down the beach he saw a family setting up camp with their towels and bags. They had a toddler in a wetsuit, and the parents were looking after her closely as she splashed at the water’s edge, kicking her feet up in delight.

“It looks lush, right now,” Master murmured, lying down and putting an arm over his eyes. “I checked the tide times. They were written on a wall, near the car park.”

“What did they say, Sir?”

“High tide is in an hour. Means the beach has been exposed to the sun all day, heating up. If we go for a swim now, the sea will be coming in over warm sand. Have you… can you swim? Does being on the beach feel familiar?”

Colton took another risk. He waited to reply. He gave himself time to actually think. His old master would have beaten him black and blue.

There was sand between his toes, funny but not unpleasant. The smell of the sea water was delicious. Fresh, and sharp, and inviting.

He realised that he didn’t feel the need to ask if it was safe. It was. He wouldn’t go too far out, and he was a good enough swimmer. How did he know that he could swim?

How did he know that he could swim?

“It does feel familiar, Sir.”

. . .

Another small piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Linden smiled with all the warmth of the sun and more.

“You’ll have to put some sun cream on, though,” he said, eyeing Colton’s pale skin.

Col nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.”

“I brought you a rash vest you can wear, if you want. That way your back will be covered, and everywhere else that needs sun cream you can reach yourself.”

Linden wasn’t about to make Col lean forward and present his back to his owner. Or rub his hands along any part of Col’s body, really. Plus, his tall charge definitely looked like the type to burn easily. A rash vest would not go amiss.

Col put his hands together and dipped his head in gratitude. “Thank you, Sir. You didn’t have to waste that on your pet.”

“Nothing’s wasted if it’s for you, sweet,” Linden said, busying himself with the bag of swimming stuff to hopefully stop the situation becoming too serious. He was itching for a swim himself.

Handing Colton the sun cream with a smile, Linden took a sip of water and closed his eyes. This was nice.

“Sir?” came Col’s meek voice soon after. “I’m done. Thank you for letting me use it.”

“Yeah? Great stuff. I’ll just put some on and then we’ll be good to go.”

He opened his eyes as Col gasped.

“Sir, you needed to use it too? Wh-what, I would never have used it first if I’d known, I’m so sorry, Sir!”

“Hey,” Linden said, laughing gently. Not letting it get too serious, okay… “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter. It only takes five seconds, anyway. You’re not in any trouble, I promise, Col.”

Col held it out shakily, practically thrusting it into Linden’s palm. “I’m sorry, I would have been faster, Sir…”

“Thank you for the sun cream,” was all Linden said. Col watched him, waiting for something else. He wasn’t used to being thanked, like an equal.

The sea glittered as the gentle waves caught the sun. Endless rolling jewels just a few steps from them. Linden stood and Col followed close behind, avoiding the sparse bits of driftwood or sharp crab shells to make it to the water’s edge.

“What’s the best way to go into the sea, Col?”

“Huh? I don’t know, Sir, I don’t know anything…”

“I bet you do. You know lots of things.”

Colton didn’t look at him. He was transfixed by the sea, unblinking, unmoving. The ocean breeze ruffled his hair.

“Slowly but surely, Sir. I think.”

His accent seemed a bit stronger there, Linden thought. Like the words came straight from home.

“Ready to take the first step?”

Col looked at him and nodded, a wistful look on his face.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Neither man flinched as they stepped into the cold water. It was a sweet relief from the hot sand. As the water crept up to his waist, Linden couldn’t help but pull his hands up, holding them by his head as he laughed and jumped to avoid the larger waves.

“How you holding up?” he asked, looking over at Colton, and actually shouting when he saw him further out, neck-deep and swimming. “What? Already? You’re so good! Well done!”

Colton smiled, looking down at his hand beneath the water. “Thank you for bringing me here, Sir. The water is amazing. I know I don’t deserve it. It’s just… it’s amazing.”

“You do deserve it. Thank you for coming with me.”

Linden took his time getting in, letting Colton swim ahead. His house guest was truly free. He was exercising and happy, enjoying one of life’s pleasures, drifting back to wherever he came from. Did he swim often? Did his whole family join him, or did he go with his friends? It was so hard not to dwell on the infinite unanswerable questions.

The sea could never be restrained, not truly. One could isolate it or shrink it down, but give it any opportunity and it would swell up again. Full of stories and possibilities. Linden looked at Col, and the sea surrounding him, and saw how they were one and the same.

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#linden and colton #pet whump #fluff #comfort #i love the sea. so much. can you tell?#its truly my happy place #words cant even describe #i love it more than anything #the sea is beautiful and wild

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dominque-writes · 7 months

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prompt: unconditional love

"I'm worried about you."

“It is none of your business.”

Malachi crosses his arms, shoving down the fear and rage that'd been festering in his gut since Roy disappeared. "I haven't seen you in weeks. You could've been dead in a ditch."

"Are you nagging me right now? What are you, my wife, Mal?" Roy snaps, cold and stern.

"Right. Because God forbid, Roy, somebody gives a damn if your ass is breathing. Something happened, and you vanished off the face of the Earth. I got scared, so sue me. Then next thing I know, you're back out of the blue with some metal mask on your face, lookin' like scifi Phantom of the Opera-"

"Shut your damn mouth."

Roy's tone is ice and venom, and Malachi really should do as he says and back down.

But Malachi doesn't. "No! I searched everywhere for you! Couldn't find you nowhere, and you pop back up like nothing happened! That mask is creepy as shit, and it's not helping with your ass being all shadowy about it-"

"You want to see? Really? Fine. Fine!" Roy’s hand comes up, the tips of his fingers hooking into the perimeter of the metal plate stretched across the right side of his face, and tears it off in one go. Roy fixes him with an expectant, pointed look. "Happy?"

Malachi is stalled for a moment to take it in, gaze sliding from Roy's alluring, angry eyes to the now-exposed cheek. Rough scar lines are etched into his skin, crudely stitched together into jagged cords of raised flesh.

Somebody - his fucking boss, likely - had carved Roy's face up. And obviously had the wounds stitched up in a manner that properly maintained the damage, intended to ensure he has been permanently maimed. A message. A warning. He had been mutilated to prove that even top soldiers like Roy Finnegan aren't protected if they cross the Boss.

For the first moment, Roy looked volatile. Angry. Almost violent, daring him to recoil in disgust. Expecting him to recoil in disgust, prepared to guard against seemingly inevitable rejection like water off a duck's back. But as Malachi looked on without any of that to be seen, the hard guise on Roy’s face subtly softened into something else entirely.

Devastation and vulnerability rolled into one, shallowly masked under the poor imitation of his usual stony expression. It was as if he could barely stand to uphold eye contact. Anticipation. Insecurity. Malachi recognised what this was. That what he chose to say next mattered.

"It just…" Malachi starts, slowly, "confirms what I've feared for a while now."

"And what, exactly, would that be?" His tone is almost accusing, borderline aggressive. Ready to punish him for something he hadn't done. Again, just expecting him to do it.

"That you'll always be beautiful to me."

Malachi wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say, or if it was what Roy wanted to hear. Roy was a creature of habit, precision, and pride. His beauty and physical perfection was his prized weapon. It was a significant part of what made him such an efficient killer, but Malachi knew him well enough to understand it also sourced a bulk of his self-worth. It was how they met, how they fought and kissed and clashed, and how they got up to this point at all. But here, now, it was how he sincerely felt.

Something in Roy’s demeanour, his hardened expression, cracks. Crumbles. Melts. He sets his jaw, some muscle twitching on the intact side of his face, breaks their eye contact when he turns his head.

Hesitantly, as to not startle him, Malachi moves in close and reaches to ghost his hand over the crude lines carved into Roy’s cheek. Cups his face in his palm, gentle like to keep the gesture from hurting. Turns his head to have Roy look him in the eye, swipes the pad of his thumb under his watering eye.

"I mean it. I would give anything to have you believe me."

"I don't- I don't like having my face touched." Roy's bottom lip quivers briefly, before he presses his lips into a tight line. He doesn’t resist when Malachi reins him in.

"You're still beautiful." Their noses bump together, Roy's forehead pressed to his own. And Roy leans into his touch like he was starved of it, like he can't get enough. Malachi's free hand slides up the back of his neck into the short hairs at the base of his skull, holding him close. "You're so beautiful."

“You’re just saying-” Roy’s voice cracks, eyes stubbornly squeezed shut. “You’re just saying that so I don’t kill you.”

He's saying it because it's true. Malachi hasn't been so honest in his life.

“A man can have two motives,” says Malachi lightly, trying at humour to ease the thick tension between them.

It startles a huff of a laugh out of Roy. “You’re an idiot.”

#writerblr #writing #writing inspiration #hero x villain #short story #writing prompt #insecurity #enemies to lovers

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darstellunge · 9 months

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I remember seeing a post that had something like "I understand the narrative point of Grimmer having to die, but...", but I don't remember how and where I found it, so I don't know who I could directly ask to elaborate on that.

So, I'm asking here.

I do not understand the point of it. So, could someone explain why Grimmer had to die, narratively?

I admit, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, and I already failed to pick up on the subtleties of Urasawa's writing (and drawing!) in multiple instances and only understood it later thanks to other people's analysis. So this may be just another case of me missing something, but in that case I would really appreciate if someone could point it out for me.

Because I've been thinking about it, and I just don't see what could warrant specifically his death.

Because let's start from the opposite - what would change if he didn't die that could mess with the overall narrative?

One thing that I could see is the presence of Bonaparta and Wim at the final showdown - but that's a rather weak argument considering that Grimmer himself was the one who wanted them to just stay at the house, so that issue could probably be just avoided altogether.

Another one could be Grimmer himself getting involved in that showdown - but I don't think killing him wouldn't be an overkill (lol) for avoiding that. He could easily be distracted or incapacitated in some other way - hell, the possibility for it was right there, just make his injuries heavy enough for him being unable to get back on his feet right away, but light enough for Tenma to be able to patch him up quickly (at least for the time being, until there's an opportunity to do it properly) - I'm not sure if my impression was correct, but I thought that maybe Grimmer started talking instead of letting Tenma patch him up because he didn't want Tenma to spend a lot of time on that at such a crucial moment, so he kinda refused the help and let himself die. (Also seeing Roberto with a similarly-looking (at least from the outside) wound and Lunge saying "it could be lethal if not treated" sure added some insult to injury lol - though I have to admit I have no idea what difference could actually be there, and we didn't really get a lot of details about Grimmer's wounds anyway.)

And I guess there also was a need for some conclusion/resolution to the whole Steiner thing, but, again - did Grimmer really have to die for that?.. If it was to show how human he became in being able to risk his life and probably die for... uhhh..... what exactly at that moment? The sausage girl was already dead when Grimmer went berserk, and the only other thing we saw after that is some dude flying out of the window - so I'm not even sure if that was his attempt to protect the people in the basement - at that moment they probably weren't even really in danger... Anyway, uhh, let's say it was to risk his life for the sake of (protecting?) others generally then. But... did we really need another confirmation of his ability to do that, especially after everything Grimmer had been doing the whole time - basically devoting his whole life to exposing the Kinderheim stuff, and even doing stuff like framing himself for the sake of Jan Suk?.. And if that rampage was mainly meant to be just a "his own emotions came back" moment - again, why would he have to die afterwards?..

I don't know, man. Like I said - maybe I'm just missing or forgetting something, but in that case I would sure like to know about that. So if anyone could help me with that - I would really appreciate it.

#naoki urasawa's monster #as much as i enjoy having fun with living in denial i actually don't mind character deaths in canon material #as long as they MAKE SENSE #but this just felt rather stupid and pointless #so if someone did manage to see some meaning in it - please explain it to me!#i just want to understand too #and maybe it will make me less salty about the whole thing lol #grimmer #c #meta

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itbmojojoejo · 4 months

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Valentine's tag game 💗

Thank you for thinking of me @arcielee, I just love exposing my awkward self on the internet lmao xo

The most painful love crush/disappointment in life?

I'd been casually seeing a dude on and off for like 2 years, I was besotted but neither of us were in a relationship wanting place. I moved away for a while and came back for a visit, he gave me one of his rings, spewed a load of "I've really missed you, let me take you on a real date, are you moving back? I'd really like to give things a proper go." blah blah blah, I was over the moon that this blond blue-eyed carved from marble greek-esque god had missed me.

I go home with him that night, mind you I had been drinking on an empty stomach all day so you can only imagine what state I was in come morning, I had my head in his toilet bowl from like 6am til 9am when I finally felt decent enough to get in a taxi - He was all upset because I wouldn't get back into bed... MY DUDE I AM DYING I DON'T WANT TO CUDDLE.

He ignored my apologetic texts for the 2 next days. I saw him on a night out on day 3, he BLANKED ME TO MY FACE. TWICE. Then never spoke to me again.

What was your first real date like/what do you imagine your first real date like?

In the early days of "dating" my husband drove 300 miles to come see me with my bestie and her boyfriend and he took us to the zoo, he watched me cry at the elephants then got me a little elephant plushie from the gift shop. It still sits on my bookshelf 6 years later.

What would be the most awkward situation for you on a date/has happened to you while dating?

Wasn't on a date cause I'm pretty sure ^ was my first proper date, but my situation ship picked me up and I would get so nervous that my hands wouldn't work properly around him and I didn't do my drinks bottle up correctly, so when I practically flung myself into his car my diet coke fizzed up and went everywhere. I was soaked in a way I didn't want to be and feeling mortified.

I have some very nsfw awkward moments that have happened but thats not the dash lmao.

What was your first kiss like/what do you imagine your first kiss to be like?

Uhh I kept laughing when the guy would lean in so it got to the point where I had to cover his eyes with my hands and force him to just stay still and let me work it out lmao WHATS THERE TO WORK OUT ABOUT SMUSHING LIPS TOGETHER (we were together for 2 years after that so he must have found it endearing)

Do you have any sexual quirks that others would find strange/is there anything you would never do when it comes to sex?

Kinkiest thing you've done/could do with a partner?

See above answer.

The most romantic thing ever?

My husband did like a mad gift basket for me on our first valentines, had all my favourite chocolates in it, a new photo album for all my polaroids, my very first funko which is a big wunwun (that giant from GOT) and a wooden heart that says "You're a knob, but you're my knob." He does cute things like this for me on a regular, I could write a massive book listing it all.

No pressure tags for funsies: @gemini-mama @persephones-journey and anyone else who wants to hop on!

#tag game

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mytragedyperson · 4 months

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Also I've been reading fanfiction from years now. I started reading them on fanfiction.net when I was 12 or 13. And back then I didn't know they had ratings or what was going on but, other than a few dirty fics and a couple edging into dark territory, we came out mostly unscathed. Kinda wish child me knew about AO3 where fics are clearly tagged and rated and have warnings and a whole thing that warns you the content may be too much for some people. That's beside the point. But I wanna talk fanfics and figured why not now? So this isn't an official top 10 or anything. This is just me talking about some of the fanfics I liked from various fandoms, a little talk about why I like the fanfic in question without spoiling it. So this is my random talk about fanfics I like.

Let's start with some I read recently. Strawhat_pirate has two or three fanfics I've liked. At least one of these is on Wattpad, and I know they have an AO3 account. They write stories with OCs and stories with ships and stuff. I think they write multiple fandoms but the three I've read and liked were all BNHA/MHA OC fics so I'll talk a little about them.

I'll start with Lark as I have the least to say about it. It's only on their patron for now and is new. It only has 3 chapters so far but it sounds interesting. So Lark is both the name of the OC and the name of the fic, and he's a male. He's Bakugous new next door neighbour who is homeschooled and wears strange clothes and says and does odd things, who lives with his grandma. He has some sort of quirk that let's him see glimpses of people's futures and possibly their pasts but I'm not as sure about that. He doesn't seem to control this or be able to turn it off in any way and it seems to make life fairly hard for him. It's not always clear and he doesn't always know what the "lights" as he calls them mean. He meets Bakugou, who despite not wanting to, ends up becoming curious about him and his quirk. Lark seems like an interesting guy with an interesting quirk and his interactions with Bakugou are fun because he just doesn't care. He kinda gives a Luna Lovegiod vibe. Also there's lots of Bakugou saying he doesn't care about things while clearly caring or at least being curious. Also his quirk is interesting because as I said he doesn't activate it and he doesnt/can't go out much because he keeps seeing the lights and getting distracted and trying to wander off. For something that's only 3 chapters it's interesting enough. As I said for now it's only on their Patreon but I'm guessing when they've written more of it they'll post it to Wattpad or AO3 or both.

How I found them was through Feral though. Feral is an Iida Tenya x male OC fanfiction on wattpad. The male OC is called Kittrick Suzuko or Kit and he is, as the title says, Feral. He loses his shoes a lot and gets into fights and is kind of a delinquent and has broken a few laws. He's also quirkless and Bakugous cousin who becomes friends with Midoriya. There's also Dabi, Hawks a Nomu they call Denise, Hawks' OC brother who's in a coma because of Endeavour and a newspaper planning to expose Endeavour that all of them are working on. Also fanfic canon is that Bakugou is scared of Kit and just quirkless people in general and his bullying Izuku is a fear response. They're also gaslighting Shoyo which I can't explain without spoiling shit anymore than u already have. Its fun, it's chaotic, Iida and Kit are cute together, kinda curious what they'll do when LOV kidnap Bakugou. Kit doesn't go to UA so that could be when he meets Iidas class properly. The patreon has early access and AUs based on it but it's on Wattpad an, do far, only missing one chapter compared to Patreon.

The final one by this author is I don't know a Shoto. This starts when Tobio is five and just been burnt. A homeless female OC finds him alone and just kinda takes him and then just gets away with it. Like people do find out but when they hear the explanation they just go with it. Like Shoto and Tenya become friends so Tensei knows, and Eraserhed finds out and they take in Dabi. Shinsou and Toga are also adopted. It's on their patreon and I'm pretty sure at least some chapters are on Wattpad though not many yet. It's just the female OC trying to do well by these kids and worrying someone will find out about Shoto and take him back, but she doesn't do anything to change his appearance or name, and she gets the kids in school and it actually helps her get her life together too. Aizawa is the tired begrudging uncle. The kids are unhinged. Honestly their versions of Iida Tenya are always interesting to me because it's never as simple as he's a goody two shoes. I like that. It's too easy forget Iida Tenya was ready to kill a man for hurting his brother and helped save Bakugou from the LOV. He usually follows the rules but some things are more important to him. Also they are all quite a bit younger than they are when the series starts. I don't know there's something about kids being treated as well as they can even when they aren't as innocent as other kids and have trauma and stuff and a group of adults trying to do their best for them, do right by them. Like even Touya, I can't reveal too much because a lot of it is later chapters thing that I don't think are in released chapters, but he's making some real sacrifices, going above and beyond. They just kinda talk their way out of it by confusing people when questioned. The wattpad version only has 4 chapters so far so most of what I mentioned won't have happened yet as I read it on Patreon

Anyway, enough about OCs and Patreon. Its time to talk about a crack OOC chatfic on AO3. No Heteros Allowed by DeceivingTerror and EnceladusLife. This fic I actually forget the name of and look up one tag to help me find it, mina x mothman. Everything else in terms of names tags and authors I forget. I remember scenes. This is crack plain and simple. Aizawa needs real help in this one. Mothman and other cryptids are real, can't remember them. There's a Toys'R'us that is so not toys'r'us. Like it's called that but I'm pretty sure it's some backroom pocket dimension stuff. There are demons and ghosts. Mineta is kicked out of 1A early on and replaced by Shinsou. They have parties and stuff. It is just pure crack and chaos in a chatfic. There are ships but they're not really the main focus. There is a chapter on Midoriya and Todoroki getting together but other than that the focus is on chaos. Which I personally love. I get that this might not be for everyone but I like a little chaos.

Next we actually have a series. if only someone would hold me, i could be saved / a todobowl series by A_I_Neptune. It has 4 fics so far and is todobowl though the only person he's actually dating is Izuku. The others are simping while Todoroki is oblivious. The first fic is from third person but focused on Todoroki as he discovers a love for Izukus oversized sweaters. He's very touch starved but, as he let's his soft side out, the others start treating him softer which he doesn't understand at first due to his past. They all buy him sweaters of his own and Shinsou, who is in class 1A in this fic, decides to be a little shit and buys him cat boy stuff. The second fic focuses on the class's reaction to this cat boy ensemble as they suffer and Shoto is oblivious. Midoriya doesn't really get jealous, he just likes that his boyfriend.is loved and finally seen as the soft boy he is. This series is mostly fluff, maybe a little angsty but not too bad I wouldn't say. It's very soft. In the third fic, Shoto has a movie night with some of his classmates and they watch Howls moving castle. Izuku isn't really in that one. I'm actually just now realising I never read the fourth fic so I'll have to remedy that but its very soft and, if you love Shoto Todoroki, he finally gets the love he deserves, which we love to see. very much a soft fluffy affectionate fic. Probably one of my comfort fics.

Now a different fandom. Interperspective by SnufflesThePig is a Merlin fanfiction. only Melin/Arthur and and Morgana/Gwen have been tagged as ships but others may be added later as it's not complete and is still being written. it's a reaction fic. Magic has brought Merlin, Arthur, the knights, Gwen, Morgana, Hunith and Gaius to a cave to watch the show and Merlin's life in general. some episodes/scene of the show have been rewritten slightly and there are some original scenes/chapters in general, showing Merlin's backstory as well as events between episodes. There are some OCs but they're not main characters or anything. there are some really beautiful descriptions of places, people and just things, scenes of Merlin just having fun with magic. There are art interludes where the author posts art they made based on their own fic which is cool. the end notes are funny too as they often post vines and stuff and just silly things. It has moments of humor, some angst and fluff. it's one of the few reaction fics in the Merlin fandom. I love this fic so much

Speaking of fics I love. Channel JACKAL by Aka_aKa_akA is a Haikyuu social media fic based on the MSBY Black Jackals and specifically SakuAtsu. the MSBY Black Jackals make a YouTube channel so each chapter there'll be a YouTube video followed by reactions on Twitter. there are other fics in the series but these are just smut scenes from the fic so you don't have to read these to understand the fic. It's basically showing how they get together through YouTube videos. Atsumu isn't bullied, he's actually loved by everyone. Lots of jealous Sakusa. Side ships. One for the Atsumu or SakuAtsu fans who like or don't mind social media fics. I actually want more like this.

Now, one I've mentioned before i think. Jealousy: The Fic by MakeMeStagger.your typical story of fake dating to make your crush jealous only to end up as friends with benefits and fall in love for real. The Adlers love Kiyoomi and are really accommodating about his germophobia. The author actually said that, at first it was gonna end up being Sakuatsu and I think Kagehina endgame. Kinda glad we got this instead. there are smutty scenes because Kageyama is inexperienced and asks Sakusa to help him practice for Hinata. Jealousy from Atsumu especially. One for the sakukage lovers and lovers of the fake dating trope, not so much for Kagehina and Sakuatsu fans but I'm pretty sure the author has written other fics that were Sakuatsu, though I haven't read them.

That's all i can think of for now. I'm sure i'll do this again. feel free to recommend fanfics that you like too.

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thephantomcasebook · 1 year

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Friendly Advice or Consultation is Welcome/Needed

I find myself preoccupied tonight with a conundrum of conscious that I'm conflicted on.

See, my old man is on the final level of hospice - fading fast - in fact, a few days ago it looked like he wasn't gonna make it ... which, funny enough, was also the same day that a bunch of psychopaths were going at me here, including that creepy weirdo who literally sends me hate in my inbox like once a month cause they claim "You're lying about the lore ... and I hope they expose you!"

God, fuck off loser, don't you have anything better to do today?

Either way, I love going to bed across the house from my dying dad, thinking I'm gonna be without a father for the rest of my life when I wake up, and my phone is blowing up, cause, some Blackcel galaxy brain can't google properly, and is stalking my blog cause I think the Velaryon's are overrated corporate trash.

Which, you know, it's the internet ...

Luckily I kept my old man breathing his final breaths to myself or I'm sure I was gonna get some fucking loser sending me messages about how they hope my old man dies ... Cause, it's the internet, and they think some mediocre, milk-toast, actress with made up pronouns who hates them are more important than common fucking decency.

But whatever ... Like I said, internet.

Anyway.

So for about six months the hospice care that Medicare is paying for - mostly - has assigned volunteers that come over once a week and spend time with the patients. I guess I can see their point, and I'm not against it in principle. However, I'm conflicted about this ... which is why I'm writing this rare personal post.

So the guy that has been coming over for months now is a really - REALLY - weird dude.

Let me preface.

I'm a trained Detective, I broke the curve for deductive reasoning at University aptitude test that had FBI and other Government Agencies trying to recruit me. The Austin Police Department offered to pay my college tuition if I committed to joining their police force after University, including requesting me to join specialized courses at the Central Headquarter downtown.

I've solved two - TWO - century old crimes - one of which was from using water irrigation records from 1898 - 1908 to exonerate an innocent man and his reputation nearly a century after he died a broken shell who everyone thought was crazy.

I'm not bragging, I'm prefacing this by saying that I'm a very good judge of people and situations.

And there was something incredibly wrong with the man that the Hospice care people sent over. When you meet him, when you talked to him, there is nothing - NOTHING - behind his eyes. He is nice, he is amiable, maybe a bit awkward, but he seemed an empty. And both my mom and I did not like him. I found him incredibly off putting and my mom found him so creepy that she didn't want him anywhere near her.

But it was part of the Hospice program, so we couldn't really say no.

Anyway, so this guy, he strikes up a friendship with my dad - who can barely see and needs a walker to get around. After only a few weeks, he starts staying way past the time allotted. The volunteers are only supposed to stay for two hours - at maximum. This guy started staying for five, six, and even seven hours once.

Now, I work at night straight through the morning ... it's what I've done for nearly a decade. So most of this stuff happens in the late-morning to mid-afternoon, while I'm asleep. So I can't police it all that much. Plus, I just don't like talking to that guy. But I've complained to my mom about it, cause, I don't like the idea of being asleep with that guy in my house alone with my crippled old man.

So, my mother has complained for months to the Hospice Care People about this guy overstaying his welcome. Even my dad was getting annoyed about his long overstaying. But nothing was ever done.

Well, it turns out that the reason that nothing was ever done was, because, his girlfriend is in charge of the volunteers. And, not only that, but he's not actually a part of the system. He's a 'off the books' volunteer that the Hospice Care approves of because his girlfriend is in charge.

So, I went to my mother and I put my foot down, saying "absolutely not" and that the guy has got to go. My mother agreed strongly and she tried to get him taken off my dad's schedule. Then, we've come to find out that he's not even really a volunteer. That he's a retired Postman that his tired girlfriend is basically pawning off on my dad (and me) to give him something to do. And last week, when he was here, we found out that he is moving out of girlfriend's house and that they're having relationship issues and he is in a bad place mentally and emotionally.

My mom, finally put her foot down and said no to the hospice care people. Under no circumstances is he allowed back in the house. Then, today, the guy called my dad, crying and upset, after being told that he wasn't allowed to come back. Apparently, his time with my old man is the only thing he's looking forward too anymore. And my dad reneged on my mom's orders to Hospice as long as he adhere's to the rules (my rules) about no more than two hour and not after 6 PM.

When my mom found out, she completely lost her shit - like full four-alarm freak out.

Now my old man is crying, cause he wants attention, cause, he feels he can't talk to anyone - which is his own fault for fucking up his relationship with me - and I got a potential nutjob that sets off so many red flags calling my dad crying cause his life is over. And my dad is blaming me, cause he says that I won't allow him to have friends, because, I'm strict about people visiting - that aren't family - getting two hours and then fucking off.

So, I don't know.

On one hand, I feel bad, cause the dude, despite looking and feeling very unhinged, has never done anything to warrant banning - other than staying way past the time that it is socially or personally acceptable. He's having a bad go of it in life right now, and he wants somewhere to go once a week. But I feel that it's not the place or position that a dying man with only months left should be put in. Also, I got a really, really, bad vibe from the guy the last time he was here.

I don't want to judge him, cause, I often deal with and judge people the way I would want to be judged, especially nerdy guys ... cause I'm a nerd myself - despite playing American Football for years - and I know what its like to be socially awkward and anxious.

But there is just something off about this guy ... and with his girlfriend trying to get rid of him so hard, and him being visibly disturbed, I just don't want him in my house anymore.

If you've made it this far down the post, I thank you for reading and would love any feedback or advice.

#Personal Post #A Very Rare Insight Into My Real Life On This Hell Site

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shai-manahan · 2 years

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Besides like for troubleshooting and making sure the game runs right and that ,have u ever like sat down opened up dashingdon and played HM (idk if that would be enjoyable for u since u know what would happen and all but who knows u might be suprised) if u have played it can u tell us bout yr MC ?? And how do u feel about NSFW questions??

Hi! I don't feel too comfortable answering nsfw asks, so apologies for that!

Playing HM, however... I'm not sure if it's also the case with other authors but I used to do that a lot lmao. It's a great way for me to see through the lens of a reader and properly assess if the game is interesting enough for my own tastes, and I enjoy the story, too (Idk if that's weird to say but oh well), at least until imposter syndrome hits. Sometimes I also end up noticing spots where I could add some choices or dialogue options, so I liked doing it.

Haven't done it since writing Chapter 2, though. I've been repeatedly reading the scenes I've written since last year before the Prologue + Chapter 1 rewrites, so I couldn't make myself read the demo this time around. Which is probably why you don't see as many choices in there (?), 'cause yeah, I never really got to properly check it out.

Now, for my MC.

I've honestly got several MCs reserved for different playthroughs of HM. There will be decisions in the future (plus a game mechanic too spoilery to explain) that will affect a lot of events within the story, and there's no way on earth that I won't be trying out every single one of those routes lol.

But if we're talking about a canon playthrough of mine, I'll probably choose my touch averse enby MC who's a complete mess. Alcoholic, self-blaming fool who still wants to prioritize the city and the public despite everything that had happened (and yeah there'll be some variations depending on your blame + motivation choice), uh... what else... my MC punched Bale (still conflicted between this and just walking away lmfao for so many reasons), lies to everyone around them, and has a very critical opinion of the police including themself all the while feeling guilty about exposing their own colleagues. Will never kill anyone but will also keep probing into everyone else's business---an action that will end up very badly for them but it is interesting so :)))). They have a Wits + Force combination of skills, and their mental health issue stats are like, over the roof (including stress, cynicism, another one I can't mention, and perhaps more.)

I think that's all I can share without this being a very long essay, so I'll stop there. I'm choosing these options for my MC mainly because I do know what's gonna happen, and there's always a way for them to recover from whatever it is they're feeling if they so choose, but I do hope everyone who'd be choosing them can detach themself from the MC's situation because the MC's thoughts can be... a lot to handle. There's a lot of ways you can customize the MC, though, and not just in appearance or preferences. The way you make decisions for them also shape who they are and the events that will unfold around them, so I do hope you all enjoy that and more!

Now that I've done that, why don't y'all share stuff about your MCs, too? 👀

#interactive fiction #hollowed minds series #hollowed minds book one #hollowed minds #interactive novel #ask #anon #writing #wip #if wip #interactive game #if game #choicescript #dashingdon #hosted games #hollowed minds mc

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 2 years

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💕 Kisses (flirty) for madro?

Ooohhhh YES you get one I've had planned for a while.

💕 Kisses

Gyro gasped as he flicked on the light.

The room in front of him was huge, the ceilings tall with exposed wooden beams up above, and walls made largely of stone. There was a big ornate window to the right, and a giant wardrobe to the left.

In the middle of the room stood the biggest bed Gyro had ever seen. It was a wooden four-poster bed with heavy-looking red velvet drapes, tied back to the posts with a braided gold rope with tassels at the end. It had countless pillows stacked against the headboard, and a very thick and comfortable-looking blanket spread on top.

The Mad Ducktor whistled as he stepped in behind him. "They're putting us in here?"

Scrooge had a business meeting with an old colleague who lived in a castle-like mansion, and had invited Gyro and Donald along. With some pestering, Gyro had managed to convince Scrooge to let Mads come along as well.

They'd headed to their rooms to get settled for a minute before meeting up with everyone else in the mansion's dining room, and now Gyro was in awe of the room they'd get to stay in for the week.

Mads set their bags down with a huff next to the chest at the end of the bed. "This bed is quite nice," he said, glancing back at Gyro.

"I know!" Gyro exclaimed excitedly. "I love the drapes!"

Mads stepped closer to him. "They make everything nice and private, don't they?"

Gyro opened his mouth, then blushed. "M-Mads!"

Mads wrapped his arms around Gyro's waist, leaning his chest back so he could properly look at the inventor. "What? I'm just stating facts."

"I- you-" Gyro shook his head. "Um. We have to get back, right?"

The Mad Ducktor leaned in and kissed him. "Surely we have a minute?"

Gyro blushed again. "Mads!" He scolded again.

Mads kissed him again, and Gyro gently reciprocated, expecting Mads to pull back. But he didn't, and the next thing Gyro knew Mads was pulling him back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"C'mon, just a few more kisses?" Mads asked, sitting down. He pulled Gyro onto his lap, the inventor's knees on either side of his hips.

Gyro moved to get off, but Mads held him there with the hands still wrapped tightly around him. "No, Mads, come on we were just supposed to-"

But Mads leaned in, peppering Gyro's face with kisses in a way that always made Gyro laugh. Sure enough, the inventor leaned back, squeezing his eyes shut and giggling "M-Mads! No fair!"

The Mad Ducktor ended with one harder kiss right to Gyro's open giggling beak, and the inventor broke off with a strangled choking noise.

He pulled back. "Mads, let's-"

"Please?" Mads asked. "Just a minute?"

With an annoyed grumble Gyro kissed him one last time. Wanting it to be thorough, he leaned forward enough to make Mads drop back onto the bed, leaning over him and propping himself up with one hand. He kissed Mads rougher than intended, but neither of them minded.

A few moments later Gyro sat up, leaving Mads laying back on the bed. "There's your kiss," he managed to say it both sweetly and in annoyance. "Now come on!"

With that he slipped off of the bed- and Mads' lap- and stepped out into the hall.

Mads slowly sat up, eyes wide as he stared out of the open door where Gyro had been. The inventor had never pinned him down like that, and was obviously oblivious to how flustered it'd made him.

His face was burning as he stared, his heartbeat fluttering.

A call from the hallway. "Come on, Mads!"

Mads slipped off of the bed, legs slightly wobbly. "I-I- uh- I'll be right there!"

#mads'll flirt all day until someone flirts back #then he doesn't know what to do with himself.#listen he's not used to affection #and feels like he has to fight for attention #I've had this planned for a while but I've been too chicken to write it thanks anon #thanks for the ask!#anon ask #gyro gearloose #archimede pitagorico #mad ducktor #mdgyro #madro #topolino #duckverse #wacky writes

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Everything

Part of Wardrobe.

Dieter Bravo x female reader.

Mostly fluff. A bit of smut.🔞

The smell of the fresh brewed tea coupled with the warmth of the cup on your hands should be soothing yet your knuckles were white from gripping the delicate porcelain.

Had Dieter meant to practically propose? Was he just high from coming so hard? He had slept deeply all night. Usually he talks a little in his sleep or switches positions. Last night he slept like a log. He did even stir when you got fed up of trying to sleep and finally got up. You should speak to him about it, you know you should. Honesty really was the best policy. Yes, you needed to be honest about your feelings...that were what exactly? Marriage as a whole had lost a bit of it's shine for you. On the other hand the thought of introducing Dieter as your husband, of him having that special place in your life made you smile. Shaking the thought away, you reminded yourself that he didn't actually propose so you needed to talk to him. But if you talked to him, you need to know how you feel about it first. If you kept on going round and round on this, steam was going to rise from your ears as well as your mug. Sitting down at the table you placed your forehead against the smooth wood, letting it take the weight of your thoughts.

"Good morning." Dieter was incredibly cheery as he pressed a kiss to your exposed neck. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired."

"Really? I slept like a baby."

"I know."

"Why didn't you sleep well?"

"Do you remember the last thing you said to me last night?"

"Er...goodnight?"

"No."

"Thank you for the excellent hand job?"

"No. You're welcome but no."

"Thank you for giving me my first multiple orgasm?"

"N....what? Wait, really?"

"Yep. You are so fucking good to me."

"Well, thank you but that's not what am talking about. You said we could get married."

"Oh that."

"Oh that? Yes that! Did you mean it?"

"Yeah, why not?"

" 'Yeah, why not' is not really a sentence that should be used while discussing marriage."

"Okay so what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Take it a bit more seriously."

"Of course."

While your were talking he had been standing behind you rubbing your tense shoulders. Moving to the side he took you hand before dropping to one knee. "Will you...."

"Wait! You can't just ask that!"

"I didn't realise there were so many rules."

"They're more what you'd call guidelines."

A small smile tugged at your lips, he returned it before sitting next to you, pulling you into his lap. "So tell me about about your guidelines."

"I don't know. I mean we haven't been officially dating for that long."

"Is there a set amount of time you have to be together before you can get married?"

"Well, no but we should get to know each other properly first."

"How long were you with your ex? Did you know him well enough before you got married?"

"Wow. Low blow. Fair, but so low!"

"Sorry."

"No. You're right."

And he was. You were with that man for the best years of your life. In the end you didn't know him well enough, you didn't love him enough, you wasted all that time because of how things would look and how things were supposed to go. You didn't want a failed marriage. You thought you should work things through. Everyone has rough patches but you work it out. Right? You did everything you were supposed to do. Everything except do want made you happy.

"Ask me."

"What? Isn't that against the code?"

"I don't care. Ask me again please?"

"Sure."

You heart was beating out of your chest as you waited....and waited...and waited.

"Oh, I didn't say I'd do it now. I've been thinking about your guidelines. I feel like I need to make it special."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you contemplated Dieter's definition of special. This was either going to be something very sweet and romantic or involve his penis. In the spirit of honesty you shared this thought with him.

"I'm offended! You don't think I can do both?!"

The next couple of days were eventful considering you couldn't really leave the house. Every time Dieter bend over, bowed or stooped, you became nervous. You wanted him to propose but it was still a big moment. He spent a lot of time making secret phone calls, well as secret as they could be when you could clearly see him at the bottom of the garden. When we wasn't pacing on the phone, he was waiting for deliveries.

"I ran you a bath. I thought you might like to relax while I cook dinner." The way he pulled you along told you that wasn't a question. Relaxing back into the tub you wondered if this was it. Second thoughts started to creep in. Your first marriage was a disaster. Do you really need to get married if your happy together? Is it too much pressure, you two weren't exactly relationship experts. Leaving the bath a whole lot less relaxed than when you entered it, you wrapped yourself in your big bathrobe, before padding to the kitchen. "Did you enjoy your bath?"

Unlike him you had no ability to portray feeling that weren't your own. He took one look at your face and knew what you were feeling. "If this is too much, too soon. I get it. We can shelve it for now. I tend to get caught up in things. Plus marriage isn't a big deal to me, it's just a piece of paper. I just thought it would be really cool to have that piece of paper with our names on and to get to introduce you as my wife. Everyone would know how special you are to me."

"I want that too, Di. Am just getting all in my head."

"We both know neither of us are good at doing that. No more being in our heads, deal?"

"Deal."

"Now just enough your meal. Am not going to propose to you at dinner. Such a cliché."

The meal was lovely. Dieter had cooked your favourite. For someone who didn't cook much, as that would require him to exhibit some sort of self care, he was really good at it. By the time he served your favourite ice cream for desert you had forgotten all about any proposal. After dinner you moved to the sofa, Dieter had The Mummy, your favourite, all ready to play. At first you sat at opposite ends, you with you feet up on his lap. His hands on your calves rubbing gently. Eventually you moved to lay against his chest. He rubbed your back, kissing your head softly. Somewhere between Mr Burns losing his eyes and his life, you descended into full on making out. No matter how many times you kissed, it always felt like the first time. The passion, the anticipation for more, was intoxicating. Standing, he picked you up bridal style.

"Your back!"

"Am fine. I've got you." You continued to kiss as he carried you to the bedroom.

Putting you down, he tugged at your robe, letting it open to fall from your body. "So beautiful." He breathed, taking in your naked form. Moving away, his eyes still roaming your body he lay on the bed. "Come on, Baby, come sit on my face."

Climbing up you were about to lower yourself onto his face when he stopped you. "Face the other way. I need your pretty mouth on me."

As soon as you got situated he pulled you down sharply, burying his face in your pussy. It was always almost too much when he got like this. He knew exactly what to do to have you moaning in minutes. Suddenly needing to feel the weight of him in your mouth you leaned forward and began to undo his pants. Your fingers trembled from the speed at which he was bring you closer to orgasm. Finally, you undid the knot, Dieter lifted his hips to help you to pull his pants down. The next moment happened so fast. His cock bobbed free of his confines. You were just about to hurtle head first into your climax when you saw it. At the base of his cock a red bow with a ring attached to it, a label read 'Will you marry me?'. All the while Dieter had continued to lap and suck a you clit. You came with a strangled " Yes, Dieter, yes!"

"Is that to the proposal or the oral?"

"Fuck, both." Scambling off him, you righted yourself to face him. "I love you. I don't care if it's crazy. I want to be with you. Yes, I will marry you."

"Yeah?" You wouldn't think the sweet, unsure man seeking reassurance was the same man that at some point had tied and engagement ring to his penis but he was. Now both versions of him were going to be yours.

"Yes."

"I love you so much."

"So how did you...?"

"Very carefully." You both snorted. "I got one of those little chocolate bunnies and used the bow. I took the bell off, of course."

"Of course because THAT would be weird."

"What's weird is that you've said yes yet there is still a ring attached to my dick."

"Sorry!" Gently you removed the bow. Looking at the ring for the first time, you saw how unusual it was, and beautiful.

"Can I?" Dieter motioned for the ring, slipping it on your finger before kissing each finger tip.

"It's so beautiful. So unique. Where did you get it?"

"I designed it. Had it shipped over."

"What? You designed it for me?"

"Well, I remember you said you didn't wear your engagement ring because the stone caught on stuff. You just preferred a plain band, it was more practical."

"When did I say that?"

"You were making some alterations to a dress that red haired woman from that sitcom. I can't remember her name."

"Di, that was nearly three years ago. I wasn't even talking to you. I don't even remember you being there."

"I was at the door. I stopped to watch you work. I thought you were beautiful, your brow all furrowed in concentration. I wanted to talk to you then."

"You should have."

"I was still using, still a giant mess. You wouldn't have wanted to."

"I think I still would have."

"Anyway, I knew I wanted a band and something hard wearing as you work with your hands. Then I saw that they were planning to auction of some meteorite..."

"This is meteorite?!"

"Yeah. Do you like it?"

"I love it. I had a meteorite collection..."

"When you were little. I overheard you telling Boring AD about it."

"This is going from sweet to stalkery, real fast..."

"In my defence I wasn't stalking, I was jealous."

"I feel that. God, I wanted to scratch Isabela's perfect, pretty eyes out. She seemed so nice too. I felt awful."

"She wasn't nice at all. She was stuck up and nasty to everyone when a camera wasn't on her."

"I feel a little better then. Wait, why did you date her?!"

"I needed a distraction. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"We are such idiots. All I could think about when I was with Adam was that he wasn't you."

"We should work that into our vows 'Idiots forever, to death do us part.' "

"I can't be that much of an idiot, my choices lead me to you."

"I'd say am not an idiot but I clearly didn't think this through. I've been laying here with my cock out for 10 minutes."

Laughing so hard, you fell off the bed. Laying there you thought about how perfectly imperfect this all was. It may not have gone how it was supposed to but what you had was real and special. Idiotic and honest. Sweet and sexy. It was everything.

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #the bubble #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo feels #dieter bravo x you

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lostcauses-noregrets · 2 years

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Hey, Lost! Do you know if an Isayama quote I vaguely remember is true? Something about not drawing how Levi mourned Erwin's death/buried him because he couldn't portray the veterans' relationships as more special between each other than others. I've always had a suspicion he was censored on queer characters, like Hange's gender in the anime, and if that quote is real, that's one reason why I suspect it. If you're not comfortable answering, that's fine. Thanks!

Hi Anon, I think a few things may have got a bit mixed up here. I'm not aware of any quote from Isayama along these lines, unless I'm missing something, however he did talk about Erwin and Mike's death during the Oita autograph event Q&A in 2018.

Isayama on Erwin’s remains

Q: What happened to Erwin’s remains?

A: Although at that time he couldn’t go immediately, at a later date, Levi brought back Erwin’s skeletal remains and buried them. Although a lot of people died, it seems that only Erwin received special burial.

Source

Full Direction Quote

Q: Did the captain have a burial for Erwin’s body?

A: Yeah, it was special only for the commander…That day, Levi went back once, but it was impossible to do it, because so many people died. When he managed to, Erwin was pretty much skeletonized. I think he was pretty much skeletonized when he was buried.

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[Translation by @yusenki]

Surrounding people’s reaction toward Mike’s death:

Q: How did Erwin and Levi react toward Mike’s death (any portrayal/description about), it was necessary, right?

Bakku-san smiled bitterly.

Isayama: We must have been in a hurry and didn’t manage to draw it properly.

Bakku-san: We lost good people pretty early

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Isayama on Mike’s last moment:

Quote from Isayama: I aimed for grimness and as the result, either he was cornered until his dignity was trampled or he was forcefully exposed to the side of him that he didn’t want to show. I thought whether that was the cruelest thing and somehow I did it to him.

Source

[Translation by @yusenki]

(Thanks to @momtaku for reminding me about the quote about Mike, I'd forgotten about that one.)

I'm not going to lie, I was extremely salty when we didn't get to see any kind of burial or memorial service for Erwin, particularly when it was confirmed in the manga that there would be a burial for the fallen Survey Corps soldiers "at a later date". I know I wasn't the only one who was really annoyed when the time skip happened and that later date never came. However it was some comfort when Isayama confirmed that Levi went back to Shiganshina to retrieve Erwin's remains and bring him home, and that he was treated with the dignity he deserved, and his sacrifice honoured and commemorated.

That being said, I don't think the reason that Isayama didn't draw these scenes is due to censorship, I think it's more down to plot and pacing, which have always been problematic in the manga. Some scenes that you would expect to carry weight are glossed over or missing altogether, while others are done to death. Historia's whole arc is a case in point.

I'm also not sure I agree that Levi isn't shown to mourn Erwin in the manga. I think it's quite clear that Levi is grieving after his return from Shiganshina, even if he does so in his own quiet, stoic way. And the fact that he never forgot his vow to Erwin is further proof of the lasting impact that Erwn's death had on him.

Regarding censorship in the anime, I know this is something that some fans have been very vocal about. I'm not really familiar enough with the anime industry to know what authors, producers and studios can and can't get away with in different genres of anime. However I do know that SnK is a massive multi million dollar media franchise so I suspect every decision taken is a compromise between the author, the producer, the studio, and all the other stakeholders involved. I'm sure that different forms of "censorship" are rife in the anime industry, but I couldn't say how much of an impact that has had on a franchise like SnK. Isayama has always struck me as quite a canny operator, and I suspect he's done a pretty good job of telling the story that he wants with treading the fine line of what's acceptable to portray on screen.

I'm not going to go into the subject of Hanji's gender here, but if you want chapter and verse on the subject, I can highly recommend this post by @tsuki-no-ura.

#asks #erwin smith #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #hajime isayama #translation #lostcauses meta

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

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d4rkpluto · 3 years

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I think you need to understand something about why people are so riled up about Hillary being dragged into all of this. And just so you know, I'm on no one's side. I totally agree with you calling the pedophile out - that's completely the right thing to do and you should've done that. However, exposing someone as a pedophile is a serious thing that should have its standalone post and should not be a collective call out post because of how damaging it is. Since the person you've called out is proven to be a pedophile (judging from your screenshots, at least) then they rightly deserve their fate because they brought it upon themselves. However, if Hillary is indeed innocent of pedophilia, then you should remove her name, because accusation by association is very very dangerous and shouldn't be taken lightly.

Also, it doesn't matter that you worded your calling out post in a way that doesn't involve Hillary in the post. I read it again and I had to understand that you didn't mean for her to be accused of the same thing (that you explicitly stated in another post) before understanding that. Basically, if you didn't say so I wouldn't have known. It's because you said you blocked her because of 'shady things' she'd said - and since the post is largely about pedophilia my mind immediately linked the 'shady things' she said to the pedophilia. Especially since you have no proof backing your statement up. Again, I'm giving you a very objective view of the situation and it's not meant to be an attack against you.

Also, you talked about people needing to read properly. Putting aside the fact that I got confused (which means some other people could possibly get confused as well), you can't expect or demand people to read properly. The real world nor the Internet works that way. If you've read newspapers or online news articles, I'm sure you would know what I mean. Journalists often put an attention grabbing headline which just about explains everything that people need to know. This applies to things outside of tabloids too, because people simply didn't have the attention span or time to read everything through. To top it off, username tags stand out pretty starkly in a post. That's why when people scroll past, they see hillary and pedophilia in the same post - I think you can come to the conclusion. Furthermore, you cannot be responsible for what conclusions people draw from your posts, nor any opinions they form. However, what you can do is to shape the post in such a way that it prevents people from forming certain conclusions. And removing Hillary's username will certainly stop people from linking her and pedophilia together.

I understand that in your pursuit to call out the wrongdoer you may have made some mistakes, and at a young age (look, I'm not yet twenty too and I get it) you want to protect your pride. And your pursuit to call attention to a certain bad thing happening is definitely admirable. But when you make a mistake you have to correct it, and linking something extremely important (pedophilia) to something that might've been happening amongst you guys with no explicit damage done to outsiders is very dangerous to the person who's not involved. Furthermore, I get why you want to call attention to the pedophile, and why you're frustrated that the main thing isn't getting enough attention. But I feel like those in the spiritual community are reasonable people so once you do that everything will die down. That's all, I hope you have a great sleep. PS: If this makes my words more credible I'm an International Relations student and I've studied English Literature for the majority of my life. I know the impact of words and news and sources.

I ain’t reading all of that 💀

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Aliens made them do it - read on ao3

Second card is officially done!! I'll be posting the masterlist tomorrow and will start posting the third bingo card in August!

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Peter doesn't cry. He doesn't. Not when he's separated from Tony and the others, and not when Ronan presses the barrel of an alien blaster to his head.

He didnt cry, because he knew this was a possible outcome to staying on the ship. He knew that there was a possibility that this would happen.

He told Tony he thought this through, and he had.

But damn was he terrified. He shook with fear and cold, on his knees. They'd stripped him of his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He knew space was cold, but he never expected it to be like this.

"They're recruiting young, I see," Ronan hummed, walking around Peter's hunched and trembling form. "They must be desperate."

"I'm stronger than I look," Peter said, putting on a brave face. He was going to die anyway. He wanted to die like Spiderman, not like Peter Parker.

"I'm sure," Ronan hummed. He finishes his lap around Peter before standing in front of him. "Has anyone told you what exactly you were up against before throwing you to the lions?"

The barrel of the gun presses under Peter's chin, forcing him to crane his neck. He swallows thickly, blinking rapidly against frightened tears.

"Something as tiny and fragile as you must know you stand no chance against the almighty Thanos," Ronan continued, not giving Peter a chance to answer -not that he would.

"Its a suicide mission," the blue alien continued. "One that landed you in my grasp, and no closer to Thanos.

"And what to do with you," Ronan hummed, looking deep in thought for a moment. Peter felt his mouth grow dry.

Aunt May would never know what happened to him. He'd leave her all alone. And what happened if none of the other Avengers could stop him?

Would she be one of the ones killed by Thanos? Or would she be left behind. Left wondering if Peter was alive somewhere or gone like the rest of half the population. Peter didn't know which was worse.

"Killing you would be a waste," Ronan continued, oblivious to Peter's inner turmoil. "I'm sure we could find some way to entertain ourselves, hmm?"

Peter's first thought was torture, and he felt his breath hitching. It made Ronan grin, dark teeth juxtaposing against his blue skin.

"Oh, yes, I have the perfect thing for you and your little friends."

Peter tried not to shout when Ronan grabbed him by the hair, but he tugged Peter from his knees, and he couldn't help it.

Peter gripped Ronan's wrist, wincing and whimpering as he was half dragged across the floor.

"I've always wondered how humans worked," Ronan mused. "And now I've got four of them."

"Please-" Peter gasped wetly, tears burning his eyes. Ronan takes him into a dark room and yanks him forward before dropping him.

Peter falls onto his chest, not having enough to catch himself. He coughs as he gets his hands under him, pushing himself off the ground.

A heavy boot lands on his back and shoves him back down, and Peter grunts, scrambling to get up off the floor.

"Now now, no need to make a fuss," Ronan murmured, voice deep. "Bring in the sarcastic one. Take the other two humans and have fun."

"No!" Peter shouted. "Le-leave them alone-"

He's cut off when the boot grinds down on his shoulder blade. He winces, chest heaving as two other blue aliens leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Its best you behave, human," Ronan presses, leaning over Peter, putting more weight on Peter's back. "Your behavior from here on out determines how fast you and your friends die at my hand."

Peter chokes on a sharp exhale, tears spilling over his eyelashes.

It doesn't take long for the doors to open again, and Peter can hear Tony, grumbling and digging himself into a hole, like always.

"Ah, just who we were waiting for," Ronan said cheerfully. "Come join us."

Peter lays on the floor under Ronan's boot, knowing he wasn't strong enough to buck him off.

Tony comes into his line of sight, and he looks pissed. Thdyd taken his suit too, though he had a track suit on underneath.

Peter stupidly wondered if Tony would make his suit able to hide clothes as well -so he didnt have to go around in his boxers- before remembering there wouldn't be a chance to.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked, eyeing Peter. Peter could only nod.

Ronan removed his boot before bending down and grabbing Peter by the hair.

Peter yelped and scrambled to his feet, and Tony took a step forward, face contortions in rage before two other Kree grabbed him by the arms.

"Humans are so strange," Ronan hummed, pulling Peter in close by his hair. Peter held onto his wrist, wincing and stumbling as he was guided around. "Your customs and traditions have always been odd, though I've never seen them practiced."

Peter whimpers as Ronan draws his head back, exposing his neck. He looks down at Peter just as Peter feels cold metal press into his throat.

"Leave him alone," Tony demands. Peter can't see him, but he knows from the scuffle that he'd tried to charge at them again but was held back. "I swear to God, you kill him and I'll blow this ship to pieces."

Ronan chuckled, eyes alit with amusement. "I'm not going to hurt him yet," Ronan promised.

"Not until I see you fuck him."

Peter's eyes widen at that.

"Fuck you," Tony snapped. Ronan laughed. "No fucking way am I going to do-"

"Either you fuck him, or I kill you where you stand," Ronan growled, aiming the alien tech towards Tony.

"Do it," Tony growled back. "I'm not scared of you."

"No?" Ronan asked. Peter lets out a desperate sob, trembling against the alien. "He seems pretty scared of me."

Peter can't help flinching when the alien blaster is pressed back into his throat.

Ronan then leans down, dark purple tongue poking out between darker teeth. Peter cries out, struggling against his hold as the alien licks a strip up Peter's cheek, from jaw up to his eyebrow.

"Fuckin- leave him alone!" Tony nearly screams. Peter manages to turn his head, but it tightens the hold Ronan has on his hair.

"Fuck him, or I will," Ronan demanded. "And I wont be nice about it."

Peter doesn't think his knees will hold him much longer. He openly cries, breath heaving in his chest.

"You can't-" Peter gasped out.

"Oh, but I can," Ronan said. "Do you think your fragile human body can handle me, little one?"

Peter chokes on a sob, struggling in his hold a little more as Ronan licks at his jaw again.

"I've heard humans tear so easily," Ronan continues, loud enough for Tony to hear over Peter's crying. "Poor thing might die before I even get a chance to fuck him properly."

"Fine!" Tony shouted. "Fine, alright, I'll do it- just- just let him go."

Ronan smiles against Peter's skin, and he's suddenly released. Peter almost drops to the floor, but he catches himself and rushes from the alien, into Tony's chest.

The older man is quick to hold him tight, hashing Peter and holding him tight.

"I'm waiting," Ronan called. "Entertain me."

Peter buries his face deeper into Tony's chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

"Pete," Tony winces, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Peter shakes his head, sobbing breathlessly. He doesn't fight him when Tony pulls him to the floor, the whole time apologizing over and over.

"Just- just lay down, Peter," Tony murmurs, his own hands shaking. "Close your eyes."

Peter sobs as he lays on the cold ground, body stiff and vision blurry.

He can see Ronan and the two other Kree watching them, sitting and smirking together. Peter tries so hard to calm his crying, but it seems to make it worse.

Tony takes Peter's boxers off, kneeling between his legs.

Peter covers himself with his hands, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," Tony murmured, leaning over him. Peter can't look as Tony takes himself out of his pants.

He's never prayed for death before now. He sobs and begs for this not to happen, for Ronan to just kill them and get this over with.

"I'm sorry."

Its the last thing Tony says before pressing into him. Peter arches, a strangled cry forced past his lips.

He can hear the Kree laughing, egging Tony on. Peter sobs as Tony presses all the way in, lowering himself.

Peter realizes he's hiding Peter as best he can, resting on his elbows. Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck, burying his nose into his shoulder as Tony thrusts into him.

It lasts forever. He knows neither of them are enjoying it. But Peter knows why Tony's doing this. Knows why he chose to do it instead of letting Ronan.

And Peter can't help but love him for it. But he hates him too. Hates that the two of them are in this position.

Mostly he hates himself. He should've listened when Tony told him to go home. If he had just stayed on the bus, Tony and Dr. Strange might've gotten away.

"I'm so so sorry, Peter," Tony whispered against Peter's ear. He sounded wrecked, broken and disgusted with himself.

Peter whimpers against his shoulder as he's fucked into the cold floor.

"Its okay," he manages through his crying. "Its okay, its okay."

Tony just shakes his head, exhaling wetly against him.

Peter feels his balls tighten up, and he hates himself. He sobs and closes his eyes, hiding his face against Tony seconds before he cums.

"Shh, shh," Tony hushes, holding Peter tight. "I've got you."

But Peter knows he doesn't. Not really. He's just as defenseless as Peter is. They're trapped in space with aliens just slightly less villainous than Thanos himself.

He has to bite back a mewling sob as Tony cums moments later, painting Peter's inner walls in warm semen.

He doesn't stay attached to Peter for longer than needed. Peter's boxers are pulled back on and then Tony is pulling Peter into a seated position.

"There, you happy?" Tony snapped, hugging Peter to his chest. Peter trembles against him, burying his face in Tony's track suit.

"Very," Ronan hums. "Take them back to their cages. I might want to play with them a little later."

Peter can't stop crying when they're locked in their small four by four cage. Hes leaning against the bars, knees drawn up and arms holding his legs tightly.

Tony's on the other side, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Stephen and Quill's cage is still empty to the left of them, but to the right, Drax and Mantis sit. Peter can't even look at them.

Can't look at Tony.

He tucks his face into his knees and lets the sobs wrack his body, shoulders shaking with each shuddering breath.

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