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Ah, got it, so every factor imaginable is against the idea of me watching Dragons Rising at ALL during the school day, huh?
#LETS SEE#drops in Oceania first. their midnight is like 8 am est so ill still be in math#right after math I DO have a free period HOWEVER#I doubt that after only 16 minutes the eps will be ready to watch without a vpn#which i do not have#AND also to note is that uhm. theres a chance the eps could drop on thrusday like normal and not a day early bc of#Oceania#EXCEPPPPPPPT#I have yet ANOTHER form of state testing to 'measure growth' or whatever#despite having a very similar kind just a few weeks ago#literally why r they even separate what the fuck#asnywayas im havinf a bad tiemmmm#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising
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— PASS TIME ࣪𖤐 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
warnings — swearing, insecurity, anxiety, blood, guns, smut, heavy make out, fingering (r!recieving), nipple play, softdom!ellie, hair pulling, hickeys, degradation (y/n calls ellie pathetic in a joking way)
Stuck in a abandoned pharmacy closet during a storm while on a patrol, Ellie seems to have some interesting ideas on what to do while you wait it out. these ideas lead you to believe that maybe she doesn’t hate you as much as you thought she did.
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There was one thing y/n had in agreement with Ellie Williams and that was that the two of them did not get along.
Whether it was being paired together on patrol and disagreeing on working methods or bickering over meals, the two just couldn’t seem to live in harmony.
It wasn’t because they were polar opposites or anything. On the contrary, the two were quite alike. Both carried an aura of intimidation and were known to be very good fighters. In reality, they had no real reason to have this dispute.
So when Maria partnered the two up for a two day long run to an abandoned town many miles out, not even an hour went by before they were both banging at her door.
“Its for the best. You two are my strongest forces and it’s a far place…” Maria began, looking away from them as she folded the blankets on her couch. “We’re running low on medical supplies and i don’t have enough people to spare to send a whole team. Plus, it’ll do you guys good to be out there with one another. Get to know each other maybe. End what ever stupid rivalry y’all seem to have going on.”
The two groaned and protested but Maria made it clear her pairing was final, no questions to be asked about it anymore.
“This isn’t some simple patrol y/n. No fucking around. Follow my lead, we don’t separate, and we don’t detour.” Ellie instructs sharply as the two rode down the forest, freshly leaving Jackson and preparing for the mission ahead.
“You talk to me like im not the one who was literally raised out here. If anything you should be following my lead.” y/n responded.
Ellie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “That doesn’t make you better. Just means more people were around to save your ass.”
“Then why am I here?”
“To make my life miserable apparently.”
Y/n sighed as her tongue poked the inside of her cheek. She seemed to almost be trying to contain herself, a desperate look of wanted to punch the girl on the horse next to her lingered on her face.
“Literally the only reason im on this run with you Ellie is because i am just as capable as you. So please, shut the fuck up and leave me be.” She retorted sourly, looking the opposite way from Ellie and into the trees. She didn’t want to deal with this now. The hollow, harmful words that they threw at each other.
Ellie turned her head the slightest, catching a glimpse pf her, almost slightly stunned at her response.
The two always argued, that was known, but it was never like that. The harshness and seriousness of her last words surprised Ellie, not being the usual sassy clap back she gave that Ellie could actually respond to. This time, y/n looked distant and out of it but Ellie decided to respect her wishes, looking back ahead and letting silence remain between the two.
The people that surrounded them always tried to recall why the two fueded, but no one ever could. It seemed like from the very first time they interacted, they just didn’t like each other. But, their “first” interaction according to those people wasnt truly their first interaction.
Y/n was brought into Jackson three years ago, scared and alone. Covered in blood and looking with eyes that seemed to shoot daggers at everyone. A team of people had come across her, running from three runners in a torn down office building. Once settled, she had been given a house next to Joels, being one of the smaller ones considering she was just one person.
For the first few days, y/n didn’t leave her house, taking advantage of the fact she hadn’t been assigned with a job yet and avoiding interaction with the public. The majority of the town still hadn’t even seen her since she first came in, rumors beginning to spread about who she was. Some said she had a face covered in scared skin, others said she was tiny and frail but her hands were stained a deep red with blood.
Ellie being the way she was, desperately wanted to know who she really was. She wanted to see this girl and figure out whether the monstrosities people whispered about her.
Y/n was awoken one morning by three heavy knocks on her door. She seriously considered ignoring them, groaning into her pillow as she stood up.
Could be important. She told herself. When she swung the door open, the girl that stood before her was unfamiliar. Unlike most people, she looked closer to her own age, being 17 at the time. The wide smile on her face faltered and her eyes widened when her eyes met with y/ns. Her hands flew up to the hairs sticking out of her bun and tried to smooth them back as much as possible.
“Um… Hello?” Y/n quipped, breaking the girl from whatever trance she was stuck in, her cheeks reddening and eyes rushing the the ground.
“Oh- Uh- Hi! Im Ellie. Your neighbor.” She began, pointing at her own home in the distance. Y/n nodded and gave her an acknowledging smirk.
“Im y/n,” She introduced, leaning against the door with her hand still on the handle. “Is there anything i can help you with?” She asked when Ellie returned to silence again.
“N-No not eaxctly. In all honesty i came by out of curiosity. Wanted to see if you were really like some murderous crazy person.” She laughed slightly, a strange pitting feeling in her stomach.
Y/ns eyebrows knitted together and her demeanor changed as she shifted on her legs.
“Why? Because im from the outside? So seems like since Im not from some fuck ass FEDRA base or some community im automatically a wild animal that kills people for fun?” She begins, clearly offended by Ellies comment.
Ellies eyes opened worriedly. “No no no. I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that thats what people have been sort of saying about you since no ones really seen you. Kinda cant blame them-”
“For titling me as some savage just because I was born outside their little bubble?”
“Im just saying you haven’t really given them much to work on. And its not like your the sweetest either.” She said, mumbling the last bit.
Y/n scoffed, stepping back into the house but leaving the door open, her hand still on the door knob. “You come to my house, call me a murderous crazy person, then try to justify it?”
“I wasn’t calling you that. I- I just meant i get why youve stayed home but you really havent gone out and last time people saw you was when you first came in and-“ Ellie hissed and raised her eyebrows, suggesting severity, “that wasn’t exactly the kindest sight.” She finished rambling, realizing it didn’t help in the slightest when her eyes fell on y/n.
“Ok you know what, fuck you.” y/n said, slamming the door shut and leaving Ellie wide eyed and red.
How could i have fucked that up so badly. Ellie asked herself frozen in guilt and embarrassment.
After that, Ellie couldn’t bare being around her and not feeling that turmoiling feeling in her gut. She automatically counteracted it with harsh comments and rudeness. Even when a few days later, y/n attempted to apologize, Ellie dismissing her with a rude comment and sparking another fight that solidified their dislike.
But after a year or two and one drunken evening where their bickering turned into borderline foreplay, the dynamic changed. The majority of times, their stabs at each other seemed to be laced with an igniting feeling and fiery looks at each other. People close to them had seemed to start noticing this shift, whether it was the devilish smirks on Ellies face or the way y/n seemed to gravitate closer and closer to her.
So now, when y/n had barely even looked Ellie in the eye and dryly responded to every comment thrown at her by the girl as the walked down the foreign towns roads, the map in Ellies hand and a knife in y/ns, Ellie couldnt help but feel a growing sense of concern.
Did someone do something to her? She wondered, anger stacking up at this imaginary person just at the thought of it
“The pharmacy should be up ahead. Joel gave me a side note to check back room closest and storage rooms. Most should be locked so they’ll probably have shit inside.” Ellie began, scanning her surroundings.
“If the rooms are locked how are we getting in?” Y/n asked.
“Lucky for us, i have a lock pick and 6 hours worth of learning from Tommy.” She says with a smirk. Y/n simply nods and keeps walking with precaution.
“Whats up with you?” Ellie finally voices, her tome coming out harsher than she’d meant it to.
“Nothing. I thought we weren’t fucking around so thats what im doing. Not fucking around.” She shot back. Ellie sighed and rolled her eyes.
“God you’re dramatic.” She mumbled under her breath.
Y/n scoffed a sarcastic laugh, suggesting her comment to be absurd, but she didn’t respond.
Suddenly, thunder boomed from the gray clouds above, the scent of rain invading their senses with the gust of wind that hit them.
“Shit.” Ellie hissed beneath her breath. “We should get to the pharmacy soon. Seems like it gonna be a bad one.” She finished, referencing to the harsh wind that rocked the trees and over grown vines around them, the sky darkening above them.
“We should pick up the pace.” Y/n suggested as she began jogging and Ellie trailed behind her.
As the two felt patters of rain fall on their shoulders, the jog became a run as the wind picked up.
“There!” Ellie yelled, pointing ahead of them to their left. As the two approached, they saw the busted out windows, the glass covering the ground around it.
They jumped through the glassless windows and unto the store. The two breathed heavily when they reached somewhat safety.
The pharmacy looked completely ran through, shelves thrown all over the ground and trash everywhere.
“He was right! Come back here Ellie.” Y/n yelled against the sound of the wind whistling. By this point, the weather had reached full storm level and the strength of the wind tunneled throughout the exposed pharmacy.
With the aggressive push of the wind on Ellies back, she ran to y/n.
“Fuck i don’t know how well i can do this while a fucking tornado is going on.” She yelled at y/n as she crouched before the door knob.
“Ill block you.” Y/n said as she stood behind Ellie, bringing her arms to lean on the door on each side of Ellie above her, y/n head near Ellies neck and the gusts of wind pushing y/ns front into Ellies back. How the fuck is this supposed to help me focus.
Ellie inserted the lock pick into the slot and began twisting and turning it, different clicks falling into place and the knob rattling.
Y/n couldn’t lie, but her apathetic mood almost slipped with Ellies proximity. As Ellies arms moved to undo the lock, her back muscles flexed against y/ns chest, the wind blowing her into Ellies neck, the scent of pinewood soap and the metallic sent of blood from the infected they’d taken down earlier.
“I got it!” Ellie beamed, shooting up to pull the door. The resistance of the wind made it particularly difficult to open, y/n grabbing onto the door through the little crack Ellie opened and helped her.
When it opened just enough, the two rushed in as Ellie gripped the door, letting it slam closed when they were in. The room was pitch black, the two utterly unaware of their surroundings.
Ellie fiddled with the knob and tried to open the door, her theory being proved when the door didn’t budge at her push.
“Guess were camping in here tonight.” She said as y/n clicked on the flash light. The two looked around and saw quite a few things they could bring back. Bulk packages of ibuprofen and other medications.
“Fuck yeah.” Ellie said, inspecting the items and making sure they weren’t broken open or contaminated.
y/n set down her bag and removed her sleeping bag from it, laying it on the ground.
“Think the horses will be ok?” Ellie asked, attempting to start conversation.
“Yeah they should be. I tied down the garage door pretty well.” She responded, grabbing amo and supplies out of the bag to clean and reload her gun.
Ellie sat down on the ground in the small spot that wasn’t covered by y/ns sleeping bag, her lip in between her teeth and eyes nervous, like she was resisting saying something.
Y/ns eyes flickered up from the gun to Ellies face. “What?” She asked.
“Why are you acting weird?” Ellie finally asked. “You’ve been super fucking offputish and like not talking.”
Y/n sighed and shook her head in almost disbelief. “I haven’t been acting weird Ellie. Were on a mission and im focusing on it like you said.” She repeated, making Ellie bite her cheek at the rising feeling of guilt . “And why do you even fucking care. You dont want me to be here and i dont want to be here. We dont have to pretend.”
“What do you mean i dont want you to be here?” Ellie asked accusatively.
“You’ve made it pretty obvious Ellie! Like for the past three years maybe!” Y/n said, putting down the gun and investing herself into the interaction.
“Why would you say that? I never said i dont want you here. Never.” Ellie retorted, putting a punctuating finger in the air.
“You practically do every day! You pick apart everything i do and make sure to insult me on it. I mean Jesus i cant breath around you without you telling me im doing something wrong!” Y/n began yelling, rising to her feet and towering above Ellie, her eyes going up all of y/ns body as they fell on her face.
Fuck. y/n thought. Her eyes. Her big, round, bright eyes looked up at her, her eyebrows knitted together and tongue cupping her teeth.
“You say that like you don’t do the same thing y/n! Dont act like im just some bully, this situation goes both ways!” She said, also coming up to her feet to match y/n.
“I do it because im not gonna let you just insult me and act like nothing happened! Im not going to let that slide Ellie so of course i argue back but thats because you start it!” Y/n said, punctuating her ‘you’ by aggressively poking Ellies chest, her wrist immediately being caught by the girls strong hand.
They’re eyes met one another, anger coating them. But, beneath, there was something else. Something almost animalistic.
“Stop fucking yelling at me.” Ellie said, her words bitter but tone almost pleading.
The closeness between the two finally seemed to settle in their minds. Y/n’s wrist still in Ellies hand, their fronts pressed together. Y/n could feel Ellies warm breath against her skin, igniting goosebumps all along her spine.
There was no way Ellie didn’t feel it too, she thought. There was no way that Ellie would let herself be in this position if she wasn’t feeling the same carnal compulsion as her. She wouldn’t be looking at her with the eyes she was.
“Make me.” y/n said, her actions turning to become beyond her own control.
A devilish smirk painted Ellies lips for mere seconds before she slammed herself into y/ns lips, the force so strong y/n back hit the wall behind her.
Their bodies flowed together violently, pushing each others hips back and forth against one another. The kiss was fueled with regressed anger and burning passion, tongues not waiting a second to collide.
Y/ns hands found themselves to grab onto the girls hair, nails scratching at her scalp as she hissed into y/ns mouth.
“You’re a bitch, you know that?” Ellie groaned into her mouth.
“You’re telling me?” Y/n responded, Ellies taking advantage and letting her lips trail down y/ns neck, latching onto her pulse point the second she felt ut and biting down, a breath of air harshly leaving y/ns lips as she felt Ellies thigh press against the place she wanted her most.
The lack of friction from layers of clothing made y/n whine as she tried to find some kind of it, grinding against Ellies leg as she made an attack on y/ns neck, leaving red marks in her trail that were sure to become purple within a few hours.
“Desperate aren’t ya?” Ellie litted.
“Fuck you.”
Ellie laughed, her teeth pressed cold against y/ns jaw. “Isn’t that what you’re trying to do?”
y/n rolled her eyes and pulled Ellies head back into a heated kiss, one Ellie cheekily smiled into. Her warm hands found themselves under y/ns shirt going up, dragging up y/ns shirt with it.
“This ok?” Ellie asked, y/ns frantic nods being her signal to fully separate and remove the shirt over y/ns head.
She looked down at y/n in awe, her tongue peaking out from between her lips and her cheeks reddening. “Fuck. i’ve been wanting this for so long.”
“Oh really?” Y/n responded as she brought her arma up to rest of Ellies shoulder, her own hands on y/ns hips, holding the two of their pelvises pressed together.
“Yeah, really. From the time you opened your door front door and yelled at me.” Y/n laughed at that.
“God you’re so pathetic.” She laughed as Ellies arms wrapped around her upper body and unclipped y/ns bra, slowly pulling the straps down her arms.
“Watch yourself. Just cause im gonna fuck you does it mean im gonna be nice.” Ellie said into her ear, shots of electricity flying down y/ns back.
Before y/n could say anything in return, her head flew back against the wall as she felt Ellies lips wrap around her nipple and her hands knead the other. Her tongue worked against it and she rolled her thigh up and down, an extended groan leaving y/ns lips.
She switched positions, paying attention to the other nipple and reciprocating her same movements,
Y/ns hand knotted itself in Ellies auburn hair as her lips seared her chest.
Ellies lips kissed up her breast, her neck and her jaw and fell into y/ns mouth, her hand crawling down and being met with the barrier of y/ns jeans.
“Can i get these off of you baby?” She asked into y/n’s mouth, her words rushed and desperate.
Y/ns hands came to the button of her pants and undid them, lowering them slightly and undoing the zipper. Ellies didn’t wait a second before dipping into the pants, the pads of her fingers pressing into y/n’s aching clit.
Y/n let out a lengthy moan as Ellie drew tight circles, her slick pooling in her panties. She mewled desperately, her hips grinding against Ellies hand.
“Shit- Please Ellie. More.” Y/n groaned, her head falling into the crook between Ellies shoulder and neck.
Ellie smiled smugly, pressing kisses into her exposed shoulders as she pushed aside y/ns underwear. “Whatever you want, pretty.” Ellie said, her middle finger running through her wetness, separating her folds and making a mess of her.
Ellie cursed under her breath at the feeling of y/n clenching around nothing, practically begging for her fingers.
Appeasing her wishes, Ellie sunk two fingers into her slowly, hooking her fingers to bottom out into the sweet spot that caused y/n to moan out into Ellies neck.
Gently, Ellie pulled put her fingers and pushed them back in, her palm hitting y/ns clit in the movement. She Ellie repeated her movements over and over, her free hand coming down from y/n’s waist and to the back of one of her thighs, lifting it from the ground and up to Ellies waist, giving her better access to hit y/n as deep as possible.
Y/n’s moans and pants made the hairs on Ellies neck stand. She couldn’t believe this. She thought shed utterly blown her chances from the second y/n first raised her voice at her, standing on her porch. Now, she was knuckle deep in her and cradling her body against the wall.
“Fuck Ellie don’t stop. Im close-” Y/n groaned.
Impossibly, Ellies fingers started to slam into her faster, the vibrations shooting straight to y/n’s clit and the tips of her finger repeatedly plunged against the spot that made y/n moan out in pleasure. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Y/n legs began to shake, Ellie keeping her pressed against the wall and holding her up with her leg and hand. Ellie could feel y/n’s insides spasming around her fingers, her orgasm close and brimming.
“C’mon baby. I know you’re there.” She mumbled into her ear.
Y/n’s eyes squeezed tightly and her mouth flew open silently, her hand flying to Ellies wrist as a way of stabilization as her orgasm flushed over her like a tsunami. Wetness rolled down Ellies fingers, Y/n’s pants and underwear made a complete mess.
Once y/n’s breathing settled, Ellie removed her fingers from her and brought them to her own lips.
“Fuck. You taste good.” She whispered, kissing up her neck and into her lips.
She settles y/n’s leg down but still held onto her waist, her knees bucking the second she put weight on them, making them both laugh.
“I should change into the other pants.” y/n quipped, separating from the kiss.
“Yeah you should..” Ellie said almost dismissively as she pulled y/n down to lay on the sleeping bag, flipping over and placing herself on top.
“Whenever im done with you i mean.”
a/n: heyy babes! my bad i said i was gna post this last night but i got a little too high and fell asleep at like 5pm and forgot to post it 😭😭 also i got carried away with added backstory and setting so i hope you enjoy my beauts. Also wanted to giv a big thank u for the positive feed back on Tired of You!! part two is gna be out on sunday for any of you guys reading this that are waiting for that too!!
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One Bus Stop Away- ✈︎ Ellie Williams
PAIRING — ellie x fem reader
SUMMARY — as you were sitting on the bus, you accidentally fell asleep on a strangers shoulder. that stranger turns out to mean so much more to you.
CW — fluff fluff fluff and more fluff! smut minors do what u want js dont get caught lol. fingering r!receiving, oral r!receiving, public sex, pet names used, sub!reader dom!ellie praise kink, choking kink.
A/N — sorry for disappearing i haven’t had time to write😭
One day, as you were sitting in your room, bored as hell, you decided that you wanted to go to the museum. The thing is, your car broke down. You were about to just stay in, but you were too bored and you had to get out of the house. So you took the bus.
You sat down on the bus, next to a very pretty girl. She had green eyes with auburn hair, tied back into a bun, with these cute freckles that looked like constellations. You were so awkward and you felt this raging urge to say hi and introduce yourself to this random girl, who could literally be a serial killer.
“Hi, im y/n,” you introduced. The girl smiled and introduced herself as well, blushing at the sight of you. “Hi, I'm Ellie,” she shyly introduced and turned her head away. Fuck why were you so awkward.
You had no idea why you hadn’t realized this before, but you were so fucking tired. So why not sleep on the bus!..
You don’t know how long you were sleeping for, but you woke up to a few taps on the shoulder. You opened your eyes and brought your head up, quickly realizing that you had just made a big mistake.You just fell asleep on Ellies shoulder.
“Oh my God fuck im so sorry!” you nervously rushed out, hoping she wouldn’t beat the shit out of you because that looks like something she would do. She just chuckled at you. “No it’s okay it’s not a big deal,” she said with a flushed smile on her face. You sighed in relief at her kindness, also realizing that you were finally getting close to the museum and you wouldn’t have to be in her presence anymore. Or so you thought…
As soon as you were getting off of the bus to head into the museum, you realized that Ellie was getting up too. ‘Oh fuck this is gonna be miserable’ you thought to yourself. You quietly walked towards the museum, not wanting to make yourself look even more strange. But then, you heard the suddenly familiar voice, and you froze.
“Oh shit y/n, I didn't know we were going to the same place! thats cool as fuck.'' Ellie walked up next to you, softly smiling as you guys walked together. “Did you wanna go in with me? I mean like you obviously don't have to like we could go our separate ways and not make this a date i mean only if you wanted t-” you cut her off with a soft giggle, happy that you weren't the only awkward one there.
“I’ll go in with you ellie.. and we can make it a date” you said, blush spreading across your face. Ellie just nodded along and laughed, following you into the museum.
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A few hours into the date, and you felt like you had known Ellie forever. Your conversation flowed easily, and you were starting to like her a lot. She was sweet, funny, and she liked the museum just as much as you did. You guys finally sat down to get something to eat. You got a pretzel, and she got a slice of pizza.
You giggle, “The dinosaurs were really cool, probably my favorite exhibit so far,” you smile before taking a bite of your pretzel. “Oh my God, me too, i liked the space exhibit too, all the space suits and shit,” Ellie smiled before biting her pizza, looking at you from across the small table you guys were seated at.
You smiled as you two fell into a comfortable silence, thinking back to all the cool things you’ve seen today. Damn those dinosaur fossils were fun to look at. Don't forget about the other animal fossils you saw. Oh my God and the crystals?? Those were so fucking pretty i wish i could just take one h- “Y/n?” Ellie says, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You just hum in acknowledgement, looking back at Ellie. She doesn't answer, instead leaning over the table and connecting her plush lips with yours. You immediately melted into the kiss, allowing her to pull away for a few seconds.
That was bad. That was super fucking awful.
It's not that Ellie was a bad kisser, in fact she was so good at it. The problem was the fact that you were horny. You hated it, how easily you got turned on when you guys didn't even make out. Way. Too. Fucking. Easy. You squeezed your thighs together, and Ellie quickly noticed a change in your demeanor.
“Are you okay? What's the matter?” she asked, clearly concerned. You looked up at her with lustful eyes. “Ellie…” you softly whined, and she immediately got the hint. “It's okay, baby I'm here.” she said as she grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. She made sure all the stalls were empty before locking the door and softly pushing you up against it.
She attached her lips to yours, the kiss swiftly turning sloppy. She reached behind you to grab your ass, softly rubbing and squishing the plush skin underneath your skirt. You whimper into her mouth and she smirks against your lips.
Her hand moves to your soaked underwear, a small laugh escaping her lips. “God you're so wet.. I haven't even touched you pretty girl” You whine out her name at this, softly tugging at her hoodie.
“So needy… im gonna need you to stay quiet for me so i can make you feel good. Can you do that for me baby?”
“y-yes ellie”
“good girl”
At this point she didn't even have to touch you, the praise alone making you wanna cum on the spot. She quickly dropped to her knees, moving your panties to the side and licking a line up your slit. She moaned at the taste of you, starting to swirl her tongue around your clit and suck on it with fever. You tried so fucking hard to be quiet. So.. Fucking hard. But Ellie was too good. Like way too good because you couldn’t even keep your hand up to your mouth to stay quiet, as it weakly dropped to your side. You let out a loud moan and Ellie paused.
“I know, baby, i wish i could hear you but i cant. Need you to be quiet for me.” she stood up, using her fingers to rub your puffy clit instead. She brought her hand up to your throat, squeezing just enough to silence your sounds of pleasure, but also ensuring that you can breathe. More slick gushed from your cunt, and Ellie seemed to notice this.
“Oh yeah you like that? You like when I choke you sweet girl?” she asked and you nodded your head at her words. She moved her middle finger to your entrance, circling around it to tease you before finally slipping it in. She moved it in and out slowly before picking up the pace. She could tell you needed more and she just smirked to herself before slipping her ring finger in as well.
Your brows furrowed in pleasure, the feeling of her fingers inside of you intoxicating. You bit down on your lip when her fingers curled up to hit your g-spot, a tight knot forming in your stomach. “e-ellie.. gonna cum” you whimpered out and she smiled at you.
“Uh huh give it to me.. Yeah that's right cum for me baby” she said, and your orgasm crashed over you. White waves of pleasure coursed through your body, Ellie prolonging your pleasure before pulling her fingers out slowly and placing them in her mouth. She removed her grip from your throat before moving to grab a paper towel and wetting it to help you clean up your sore cunt.
“That's it, you did so good for me.” she grinned at the sight of you as she admired how beautiful you looked. “Wanna go look at more dinosaurs?” she asked in a soft whisper
“Hell yea.”
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Hazbin Hotel episode 5 is a rushed mess.
May just make this a continual thing where I review the episodes from here on out.
-Right off the bat, the pacing for this episode is probably the worst out of all other episodes so far. Things just begin abruptly (Lucifer's first song with Al for instance), no build up, 5 months have passed in only 5 episodes of barely any progress or focus on Charlie as a character, a random character that didn't need to be introduced but was anyway ruined the flow further, and this stupid ass rivalry all on the basis of who's the "better dad" is legit the most random conflict of any conflict so far. That will get a point all on its own along with some of the other things mentioned. The pacing left no real breathing room aside from 2 moments: Al's rise to power and Husk n Al's convo. I wanna say the second song would be a 3rd but it just resolves an issue that was present for seemingly years and pulled a "Stolas" with having a song or sob story as an excuse for the lack of effort to reach out and be a better dad. Lazy writing and pacing overall.
-5 months....5 months have passed with barely anything revolving around helping sinners or trust built around the main cast SHOWN ON SCREEN. We are told important information opposed to witnessing the progress itself. This is not only lazy but extremely jarring cause it feels as though episodes were skipped and bonds feel unearned. They get easily resolved in what feels like seconds, and we're just supposed to....deal with it. Angel and Husk barely interact throughout this episode, which, after the crazy ride they had, with the knowledge of a SEVERAL MONTHS passing by as well, you'd think Angel would be shown to be more chatty with him....which he doesn't. Nothing crazy, just small bits of them interacting and enjoying each other's company. Nah. We get that next episode, and even THAT'S lacking. I'll tackle that in a separate post. But yeah, 5 months, and we have yet to see the other guests' views and how it has changed for the better or the process of them realizing WHY they would go for redemption. How that has affected them. Nothing of note has come about from any of these. No other sinners have joined. No other demons seem interested in Charlie's Hotel. Nothing. We are told things have been done, yet it feels like we are still at the starting line, or well, a foot away from it and miles away from the finish.
- Lucifer is a joke. I don't mind me a goofy threat, it adds a charm to them but also shows that they take so little seriously due to their immense power....not Lucifer. No, that guy just....is a joke. Dude is in his mansion making fucking toy ducks for some reason and just has depression (show said it outright, not even depression is spared from "tell don't show")
He does literally nothing, doesn't seem to WANT to do anything, and no one respects the guy. Nearly all in the Hotel lack fear, intimidation, or admiration for the guy (Pentious is the only one who seems to exhibit admiration of some kind). The closest we got is being uncomfortable. That's it. Then there's his scuffle with Alastor. Tell me why he feels the need to argue with this sucka again? Cause last I checked, Alastor is a mere overlord, and Lucifer is The Devil. Wtf is this randomass rivalry that just...S T A R T S? Why does Lucifer get intimidated or moved by Al? It makes no sense. Lucifer has been alive far longer than humanity itself, but nah this random fuck who looks like he robbed a blood bank got him weeping insecurities? I'm supposed to take this sad excuse of a character seriously? How many of these carbon copy characters will Viv make until I finally end my suffering???
-Wtf is Alastor's deal? Why is he so pressed and annoyed? One moment he is as cool and collected as a cucumber and showing only SLIGHT annoyance (Vox and His song), then he goes to meetings and speaks with people far older, far more experienced, and/or far stronger than he show no interest and he gets pissy? How insecure is he that people not caring where he's gone or thinking his ideas are wack is what leads to his eye twitching and him throwing a random ass cuss. Seriously, THAT'S what got him to swear? That his idea for the hotel's name is stupid? BFFR! You can not be serious right now, THAT'S what gets him going? You'd think with how witty and chill he was in the pilot, he would find a quick and a effective smart-ass comeback, not essentially bitch at The Devil. This makes Alastor look like a thin-skinned wannabe, too cause these minor ass comebacks are why he has lost his edge along with some randomass song number?? And at the end of the day, Al just couldn't be damned anymore to even care by the end of the episode, he doesn't speak with Lucifer or give any stank looks, doesn't speak with Charlie, does NOTHING pertaining to the issues prior, nah, he just stands there and watches after telling Mimzy to go away. Some say he did this to simply piss Lucifer off, but that doesn't make sense (not saying it ain't true, just saying if it is, it's nonsensical). First off, if that were the case, why was he annoyed even BEFORE seeing the guy?
If he only wanted to get a rise, why is HE getting angry? Trolls usually don't care enough to be this pissed. Second, wtf would he even gain from doing this? What to help push Lucifer to be a better father to Charlie, request by Lilith to Al so that Lucifer can get his act together?? If so, that's the LAZIEST shit I have ever heard. Lucifer is such a joke, he needed a SINNER to get him back on track....
Regardless, this whole father shit by Al comes out of nowhere and ruins the goddamn flow of the episode. Prior to it all, Al has shown NO interest in anyone and has done jack shit. Wtf does he even do? He's done ONE thing so far and that was help for the commercial. Alastor has shown to be completely useless as of now.
-Charlie, why is she treated as tho she isn't a grown ass woman? She's babied to hell and back and despite being the daughter of Lucifer, hasn't shown any of her abilities to help the hotel. So Lucifer can summon shit but not her? Is she that useless? Also, gotta love how she never asks her dad about the Valentino situation to help Angel out. Man...what a great ass friend. She also doesn't find it weird that Al is just suddenly...babying her? She has zero awareness of everything, I guess, which is getting annoying now. You're over 200 years of age (went to high school in the 1800s according to what her comic was about, but guess that's retconned based on what happens in the following episode).
So she doesn't use her abilities to tidy up the place, she doesn't act her damn age, she doesn't do anything to help her sexually assaulted friend. What a damn joke, just like her dad.
-Mimzy shouldn't have been in an episode about Lucifer. Plain and simple. Her character should have been introduced in one of the earlier episodes. Not during fucking this. And we got a repeat of the pilot with Alastor's backstory retold. So they're down to retell his rise to power but not to make at least a proper recap of the events that happened prior? Key word....PROPER.
-Husk caring about Mimzy bringing trouble is actually fucking stupid. Because of the lack of proper build up to him now finding more reason to like the Hotel, it feels forced that he would be worried about what danger Mimzy brought. And on top of that, yeah...ALASTOR IS RIGHT THERE. You know who else is there? LUCIFER. I get it, Lucifer stood by and watched as the Hotel was being swatted, but he also sang a song about providing what Charlie asked for, meaning if she had asked her dad, he woukd be down to help, so WHY TF IS HE WORRIED???? Also , is Charlie just INCAPABLE of fighting for herself?? "She doesn'twanna hurt sinners-" so she had no defensive abilities??? What???? Also, that's a damn lie, she fought Katie Killjoy on live Tv. Are no other damn people capable of protecting the Hotel??? Why did Al need to step in for that? They were just LOAN SHARKS.
Anyway, the scene where Husk is probing Alastor about Mimzy and treating him as a pet is decently paced and the tone was pretty neat, sucks that this feels like their way of showing that Husk is also under a leash like Angel rather than him being treated as a joke, which btw...horrid way to compare the two. Wanna know why? One is subjected to an onslaught of sexual assault whether he was pushing Val's buttons or not, and forced to be assaulted by various men around him, passed around like a thing. The other is Husk, who legit disrespected Alastor and had to push at him to get such humiliation and terror, and guess what....Al still ended up pushing Mimzy away after she did end up bringing trouble, so he did essentially listen to Husk in his own distant way. This is the ONLY TIME we see Al be downright mean to Husk and probably the only time. Angel has been subjected to nothing but horrid assault after assault no matter the situation. So I better not see anyone say, "SEE LOOK, THEY'RE BOTH ABUSED" stfu. Nothing about their situations are even remotely similar. Just cause the chains are the same doesn't mean the users are. EDIT: Ima say this before people act like I excuse this. No, I am not excusing Alastor's actions. I am pointing out what happened on screen. Husk mocked Alastor, Alastor retaliated out of anger(much like how Angel retaliated at Husk in ep 4 after Husk kept arguing and mocking him) by pulling out the chains to shut him up. He didn't even hit Husk. Again, I'm not excusing it, just pointing out how vastly different Husk and Angel's situations are and how one overlord reacts compared to the other....who is a straight-up rapist.
-Both the songs are mid/ok but pulled down by the awful storytelling....shame. I at first was not fond of Lucifer's voice.....it's ok now, I guess. Idk. I'm still not really feeling it, though.
Episode sucked ass
Pacing was all over the place
ALASTOR AND LUCIFER ARE PISS BABIES
#hazbin hotel criticism#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin critical#hazbin critique#Hazbin Hotel episode 5#vivziepop critical#vivziepop criticism
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Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'
anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(
Have a wonderful day/night!
I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)
Fandom(s): DreamSMP
Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)
Style: Hcs
TW: N/A
Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Philza:
I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.
Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?
BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE
“Are you okay, mate?”
“Do you need anything?”
“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”
Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.
Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.
Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)
If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)
Like
He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering
“What’s so funny?”
“You sound so old right now, Phil.”
Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)
But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head
“Whatever you say, mate.”
DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD
After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it
You know what time it is…
DISTRACTIONS!!!
Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.
He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.
Speaking of sadness
Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…
OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU
Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself
Uh… cry party?
Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.
What an interesting way to family bond.
Technoblade:
So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)
If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.
Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you
Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.
Okay now for some actual comfort!
As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.
He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?
He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”
“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”
Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.
If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it
“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”
Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?
You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking
In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)
Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.
“Technoblade, can you read to me?”
“…what?”
“Read to me.”
“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“
“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”
“Fine. Come here.”
Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.
Works like a charm!
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
#bun asks#bun writes#technoblade x y/n#technoblade x you#technoblade x reader#technoblade fluff#philza x reader#philza#philza minecraft#philza x kristen#dreamsmp x reader#dreamsmp x you#dreamsmp#mumza#dsmp fluff#dsmp x you#dsmp x reader#dsmp x y/n#comfort fic
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Bully
Toby x Male reader
Reader uses he/him and has a penis
summary: you and toby get paired up for a group project, he pressures you into letting him come over to work on it, antics ensue
Genres: Smut
warnings/content: SLUR USE, bullying obvi, degradation, dubcon/noncon, male reader is made to cross dress(skirts and lingerie), , toby likes to hurt you, humiliation, low key blackmail, LIKE SERIOUSLY TOBY IS MEAN HERE AND HE LIKES EMBARRASSING YOU HES SO NASTY HERE
To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.
Group projects. The bane of your existence. The absolute worst way to go about getting things done.
You were an adult, you were more than capable of doing an assignment on your own. Group projects never once worked in your favor. Your group was always lazy or uncooperative or just didn’t show up all together.
This was going to be awful.
You watched with growing dismay as people paired off to begin working. One by one your professor called names, and you still remained. The anticipation was killing you.
Finally he turned and pointed in your direction.
“You, you’re with–” He glanced at his paper.
“...Tobias.”
You were going to cry.
Your jaw dropped as you looked over at Toby. He was leaning back in his chair with his muddy shoes on the desk, smirking at you, his messy nest of dark brown hair going in all directions.
You hated him. And to your knowledge, he hated you. He pushed you in the hallways, messed up your stuff, dumped your backpack out. He acted like a middle school bully from a movie.
His words replayed in your mind as you stared at his smug face.
“Awww, are y-you gonna cry? What a little bitch.”
“H-Have you been avoiding me? You know damn well I told you n-not to do that.”
“I-If you have such an issue with me you should do s-something about it, but of course you w-won’t. You’re too much of a pussy.”
He was an awful, vulgar boy.
You stared down at your desk.
Your life was over. The world was ending. The ground was crumbling beneath your feet. Everything–
Oh shit, the bell rang.
You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could, not looking back as you hurried out of the classroom. Maybe you could make it to the parking lot before he found you, maybe–
“Hey, where do you think y-you’re going?” A deep voice spoke from behind you, accompanied by a strong hand gripping your shoulder.
Dammit.
“Um, I–“
“We’re p-partners, aren’t we? We should work together.” His smile would’ve seemed genuine if he was literally anyone else, but on him it was unsettling.
“Well, yeah, but, um…” You trailed off, trying desperately to think of an excuse but your mind was blank.
“How about,” he began, turning you around rather forcefully, “we h-head over to your place, yeah? We can start our research or whatever-r.”
“I–”
Oh god, why weren’t you SAYING ANYTHING?!
“Sounds great! You’ve g-got a car, right? We’ll take that!”
And now he’s shoving you along to the parking lot. Great.
Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just got forced to do agreed to.
He put a hand on your lower back and kept it there the entire way, making sure you kept up with him. He was talking up a storm despite the fact that you didn’t really respond; his words were meaningless chatter filled to the brim with curses and innuendos that always made your face heat up. You stared down at your feet the whole way, your mind racing with thoughts of what on earth he could possibly have planned.
You only came back to reality when you found yourself starting your car, Toby in the passenger's seat beside you, feet up on the dash.
“I h-hope your house isn’t a fucking pig sty. You better have good booze t-too.”
You weren’t even there yet and he was already being demanding.
You wanted to tell him to shut his trap, but you knew you couldn’t. You were too afraid. Toby was right, you were kind of a pussy. You really, really didn’t want to anger him, so you endured his bullying.
You sighed as you began backing out of your parking space.
You ignored him the whole way there, though he didn’t seem to mind. He rambled on anyway. He didn’t let his condition stop him from being talkative, which would be admirable if he wasn’t such an asshole.
You didn’t say a word when you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car. You really, really didn’t want him in your house, but you were in too deep to refuse him
now. Your hands were shaky when you grabbed your house key and unlocked the door.
“Um, here it is,” You said quietly, stepping to the side to let Toby enter. He wasted no time, walking in like he owned the place and promptly kicking off his shoes.
“You got this whole p-place to yourself?”
“No, my parents live here,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper.
“Then where are they no-ow?”
“Um, vacation ‘til next week.”
“Oh?”
He smiled at you in a familiarly unsettling manner. Oh god, why did you tell him that?! Now he knows you’re here alone! Oh fuck–
He walked over to you and put his hand on your back again.
“At least we won’t be interrupted, r-right?” He said through a toothy grin. His tone was much more ominous than it should have been, and it sent a chill down your spine.
“Um–” You couldn’t muster a full sentence, your mouth dry with a sudden fear.
He moved his hand to your shoulder and shoved you with all his strength, laughing as you stumbled, trying not to fall from the sudden force.
“Let’s-s go up to your room, yeah?”
You didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face contorted in embarrassment. You only nodded as you turned to head towards the stairs.
You didn’t see the way Toby shamelessly eyed up your ass as you walked. God, those dress pants made you look so fucking good.
You felt a sense of dread as your door creaked open, Toby a few steps behind you. You didn’t want him in your house, let alone your personal space, but he’d already pushed past you and let himself in.
“Nice place ya got h-here.” He commented, flopping down on your bed. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. You could wash everything later.
You set your bag down and pulled out some books and a binder, when you realized you were missing something.
“Oh, I think my laptop is downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
You hurried out of the room and shut the door behind you, desperately needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You really did leave your laptop downstairs, but you needed a minute. Or two. Or twenty.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Toby called after you.
It only took a few seconds for him to decide he was bored. Maybe some snooping would entertain him for a bit. You had to have some sort of awful secret thing hidden in here. There’s no way a perfect little student like you didn’t have a dirty secret, right? Maybe a porn stash, or stolen money, anything that would make you look bad.
He checked under the mattress, nothing hidden there. He checked under your bed, nothing but a few lost socks. He checked your closet, everything seemed normal.
He groaned dramatically.
Absolutely nothing.
He was starting to give up hope as he pulled open your drawers one by one.
Then he saw it.
Stuffed in the very bottom drawer was a stack of skirts, accompanied by a couple of very expensive looking pairs of lacy underwear.
He gasped, his face breaking out into his signature sinister grin.
His eyes were drawn to two things in particular: A black skirt with frills and a seemingly matching pair of underwear, both with white bows on the sides.
Oh, this was exactly what he wanted.
When you’d finally collected yourself and worked up the courage to head back to your room and face him, you had no idea what was in store for you. You were still looking at the floor when you opened the door and closed it behind you, laptop tucked under your arm.
“Ok, now we can–“
Your heart dropped when you looked up, your laptop crashing to the floor.
Toby had the black skirt draped over his arm and the lingerie in the same hand. His other hand held his phone, and he had already taken plenty of photos. And yet, he kept taking more. This was just too good.
“What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to snatch the clothing from him. Unfortunately for you he was six feet tall, and it was more than easy enough for him to simply hold them above your head.
“Awww, are y-you embarrassed that i found your dirty little secret?” He teased in the most demeaning tone he could muster. “Not t-to mention that now I’ve g-got proof that you’re a little slut.” He waved his phone in the air.
You could already feel your eyes start to tear up. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening.
“I-I am not!” You argued, weakly tugging on his arm. “Please, Toby! It’s none of your business! Delete them!”
“Give me one good reason w-why I should!” He yelled back, pushing you to the ground. You landed with a small yelp.
Toby put his phone in his back pocket so he could use both hands to inspect the items.
“You’re the one leaving your shit o-out in the open for m-me to find.” Okay, that was a lie, but it’s not like it mattered. Plus, the more blame he could put on you the better.
“P-Please, Toby.” You whined.
“P-P-P-Pleeeaasee Toby!” He mocked, imitating your voice. “What? You worried I’m gonna t-tell everyone you’re a nasty fuckin’ fag?” You shrunk back in embarrassment, looking at the ground.
When he looked back at the clothing in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. If you looked that damn good in dress pants, you’d only look better in these–
His eyes lit up with an idea.
“Put ‘em on.”
You froze. No, there’s no way he just said that.
“What?” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.
He knelt down in front of you, speaking in a low tone. “Put ‘em on for me. Now.” He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.
“No, I can’t,” You choked out, tears threatening to spill over.
“Oh, but you can. After all, it would be a sh-shame if these photos made their rounds around the school-l.” He patted his back pocket where he was keeping his phone.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, but I would. Buuuut…” He shoved the skirt and lingerie into your hands. “If y-you behave for me, this can stay between us.”
You gripped the fabric hard, weighing your options. Finally you nodded, Toby letting go of you and stepping back.
You stood on shaky legs, turning towards the door. Just when your hand was on the knob, Toby spoke, stopping you in your tracks.
“I didn’t tell you to leave.”
You shuddered.
“You asked me to put them on, I’m just going to the bathroom,” You replied, meekly looking back at him.
“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He repeated, quickly becoming frustrated when you just stood there. “Turn around.”
You could feel your lip quivering when you whispered a “no, please.”
“Turn around. Now.”
This time you managed to make your body move, turning to face him but not moving your gaze from the floor.
“Put them on. I’m n-not asking again.”
He paused. When that didn’t seem to work, he spoke again, getting closer this time and leaning down to be eye level with you.
“If y-you don’t fucking listen to me, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and dress you m-myself. Nod if you understand.”
You nodded. You had no other choice.
“Good boy.” He praised, his words laced with degradation as he patted your head. He pulled up your bean bag chair and flopped down in it so he had a good view.
“Gimme a show, pretty boy.”
You would never admit it, but his words made your cock twitch.
You turned away from him as you went to unzip your pants, fumbling with it for a few moments.
“Nuh-Uh!” Toby suddenly interrupted. “S-Shirt first. I don’t want you in a-anything except what I picked out. And turn around, or else.”
It took all of your courage to face him, trembling hands clumsily unbuttoning your collared shirt.
“Thaaats it,” He groaned. He adjusted his sitting position, legs open and hard-on painfully obvious. “Niiiice ‘n’ slow.”
The cold air hit you hard when you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. You sucked in a breath, glancing up at Toby through your now wet lashes.
You bit your lip as you hesitantly moved your hands back down to your zipper. You hoped so badly that he would call it off, that he would laugh and tell you it was all a joke, but he didn’t.
So, with shaky hands you slipped your pants off and kicked them to the side. A strangled noise escaped Toby’s throat. Everything you wore hugged you so perfectly, and now that he could get a good look at your bulge you looked even better.
You gulped as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your boxers. Toby could clearly see you trembling. You were so pathetic and submissive, and that was exactly how he liked you. You’d do anything he asked, whether you wanted to or not.
He let you squirm in place for a few moments before he spoke.
“C’mon, you can d-do it.” For some reason, you could sense just the slightest hint of reassurance behind his words, but you quickly shook away this thought.
You took in a deep breath, biting your tongue, and slid your hands downward, bringing your boxers with them. You could feel your entire body heat up, every inch of you on fire.
You didn’t want to stand back up. You were hidden well this way, so you grabbed the lingerie and started stepping into them while still bent over.
“Stand up.”
Goddammit. He wasn’t giving you anything.
“N-No.” You managed to reply.
“Yes. I’m not fucking asking.”
Silence from you.
“Now, bitch. Let me see what I came here for. Or else–I c-could always send the pictures now?”
You flinched just from his words.
Still gripping the lingerie, you shakily stood all the way up, hugging yourself as hard as you could. You stared at a spot on the wall, focusing all your energy into pretending this wasn’t happening.
“Oh my g-god,” Toby muttered. “You’re fuckin’ massive.” He seemed genuinely amazed. He was looking forward to making fun of you for being small, but this was a welcome alternative.
“Aww, and you’re already half hard! Don’t t-tell me you’re enjoying this, whore.”
You clamped a hand over your mouth. You leaned back over to step into the lingerie, cringing when you brought them all the way up. They barely covered you, which was the point, but this was not a scenario you ever expected to be using them in, not to mention they were fitting less and less of you the harder you got.
Putting on the skirt was the least painful part of the process. The only issue was that zipping it up in the back with shaky hands was easier said than done.
You froze when you heard Toby chuckle.
“Looks-s like you’re struggling a bit. C’mere, let me h-help.” He said, patting his lap.
You took a hesitant step forward, then another, then another, until you were lowering yourself onto his lap. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed you as close as he could, simply holding you there for a long moment. You cautiously moved to rest your hands on his sides, and he let out a small, content sigh.
It was almost…nice.
His free hand moved to yank up on the zipper of your skirt rather roughly, bringing a small yelp out of you.
Toby pushed back to get a better look at you, moving your hands to his shoulders.
“Aren't you a pretty th-thing.”
His rands ran up and down your sides, taking in the bare skin. His thumbs ghosted over your chest, making you shudder.
Eventually his hands moved down to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. When they moved back up, they went under your skirt, shamelessly groping you. He lifted the skirt to get a better look at your back end, licking his lips.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” He repeated under his breath.
He nuzzled into your neck gently. His hands roamed anywhere they could get to. Your legs, your back, your chest, anywhere he could touch, and it kept your entire body tense. You kept expecting him to make some sort of violent sudden movement, to hit you or push you over, but he never did. He was slow and steady.
“You look s-so good in this, I couldn't bear to take them off-f you.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Was that his way of telling you this torture was finally over?
Suddenly his hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening. He pushed them outward so that you were sort of bending over, your back end out. He pushed the lingerie to the side to shove two fingers in you without warning, and without any sort of lubrication, making you let out a pathetic cry.
Oh, it was far from over.
“Toby–!”
“Shhhhh…”
He thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, hitting as deep as he could, never slowing despite your protests. Truth be told it was mostly just to prolong your embarrassment.
“Toby please, stop–! you’re going too fast!”
“Aww, am I-I hurting you? Are you too fuckin’ weak to even take m-my fingers? Pathetic.”
Your whines and whimpers only encouraged him, and soon he was adding a third finger. His free hand held a tight grip on your hair, keeping you in place. Your now fully erect cock twitched with every movement, and you found yourself desperately gripping onto his sweatshirt for dear life. You cursed yourself when you got the urge to wrap your arms around him. He was surprisingly warm, and you wanted so badly to just collapse against him.
But you hated him, right?
And he hated you, right?
“Toby–! I-I cant, please–! No more!”
Just when you were ready to lose your mind, just when you were sure you couldn’t possibly take any more of the abuse, he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You breathed a sigh of relief, letting your body finally relax, Your chin resting on his shoulder.
Although, the calm wouldn't last very long.
His hand slid down to grip your wrist, moving your hand to his belt.
“Take it off.”
You knew better than to hesitate this time. You unbuckled his belt and slid it off, to which he promptly discarded it. He looked at you expectantly, wondering if you’d figure out what he wanted you to do next on your own.
You glanced up at him for approval when your hands moved to his zipper, and when he nodded, you tugged it down. He ran his tongue over his teeth and swallowed hard. He was already having trouble controlling himself, but he wanted so badly to take his time.
Even beneath his boxers you could tell he was huge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit.
You slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and sucked in a deep breath before pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He threw his head back, letting out a moan.
“Fuuuck, that’s s-so much better.”
God, he was big. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way your eyes widened.
He moved to grip your hips once more, this time pushing the lingerie to the side as he positioned you over his cock.
“Toby?” You rasped in a whispery tone. There’s no way he thought that thing was gonna fit in you.
“Yeeeessss?”
“You–Y-You’re not gonna–That’s not gonna fit!”
You hid your face in the crook of his neck.
“Awww, don’t worry b-baby.” He replied, his hot breath fanning over your neck.
“I’ll make it fit.”’
You didn’t get a second to process his words before he shoved you down, forcing you to take all of him at once, and you screamed.
“Toby! Stop it! It’s too big! Please!”
But he ignored you.
He wasted no time finding a brutal pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it.
The stretch was almost unbearable, leaving you to dig your nails deep into his shoulders; not that he could feel it. It was heavy in your belly, too, and when he was all the way in you could see the outline of his cock inside you.
At least you didn’t have to do much of the work…although, the fact that he was strong enough to physically lift you up and down on his cock was terrifying.
“Toby, please! It hurts–!”
“It fucking better!” He growled, showing his teeth like a feral animal. He was practically foaming at the mouth, drooling through gritted teeth. He was losing his mind.
You could already feel your hips bruising with the vicious hold he had on you. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt and the occasional curse.
“God, fuck! T-Tight little bitch!”
He was panting like a dog now, tongue unfurled as he moaned shamelessly.
You, on the other hand, were trying so, so desperately to keep quiet, but with each thrust another strangled noise of depravity slipped through your gritted teeth.
“Toby,” You whimpered, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could.
It was nice.
He was warm.
A gentle gesture juxtaposed with the way he was jackhammering into you with all his strength.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder, not incredibly hard, but more than enough to hurt.
You whined, turning your head so that your lips just barely ghosted over his neck. In a moment of boldness you planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another on his neck.
This made him happier than you would ever know.
“Oh g-god. You make it so hard t-to last.” He could feel himself coming undone, but he sure as hell wasn’t finishing before you.
You were bouncing on your own now, meaning he could use a hand to dip under your skirt and into your underwear, wrapping a hand around your cock and fisting it as fast as he could.
“Toby! Too much!” You protested, but your words had no weight to them. You made no effort to stop or even slow your movements, loving the way he hit all of the perfect spots inside of you. He left no part untouched.
“Is my pretty b-boy gonna cum? Are you?”
You could only nod in response, your attempt at words coming out as a mess of moans and whines.
“C’mon then baby, you c-can do it.”
His words were enough to push you over the edge, and with one last cry you released all over his hand, soaking your skirt and expensive lingerie.
Oh well, he was more than willing to get you more.
“Oh god–! Just when i thought you c-couldn’t possibly get any fuckin’ tighter–!” He slurred through gritted teeth, absolutely relishing in the way you clenched around him.
His pace was becoming erratic, both of his hands back on your hips now as he effortlessly moved your body as if you weighed nothing.
“G-Gonna fuckin’ fill you to the brim–”
He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, harder this time, spots of red staining his pearly whites as he thrusted into you for the last few times, his moans muffled by your flesh between his teeth as he came inside of you.
With what little of your voice you had left you managed to scream his name one last time.
Finally he slowed to a stop, his cum leaking down your legs despite his best efforts to keep it inside of you. It was warm and thick, and he put a gentle hand on your belly where we could tell you’d been filled. You didn’t think you’d ever be empty again.
You fell forward against him, not even bothering to pull yourself off of his cock. You both wrapped your arms around each other, catching your breath in a comfortable silence. He rubbed up and down your back gently, nuzzling into your neck.
When you finally sat up again, you immediately met his eyes. They were no longer intimidating and cold, instead filled with content and a soft happiness. He leaned forward to give you a long but tender kiss.
“H-Hey,” He spoke when he pulled away.
“D’ya th-think I could spend the night?”
#creepypasta#ticci toby x you#ticci toby#toby rogers#smut#creepypasta smut#bully au#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw bullying#tw slur use#ticci toby smut#male reader
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CAITVI X YOU IN A BAND PLEASE OH MY LORD !!?? BONUS IF UR SINGING EITHER A LOVE SONG OR A SPICY ONE N THEY R JUST LOOKING AT EACHOTHER N THEN U ?!!!
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Hot Rocker | CaitVi x Reader
╰┈➤ PLOT: Caitlyn and Vi have a partner in a band and holy crap, they can't get enough of them.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Suggestive Themes, Lowkey The Dirtiest Thing I've Written As A PG-13 Writer, Musician/Singer Reader(separately and together), Mentions Of Overly Touchy Groupies
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– First off, Caitlyn and Vi absolutely love that you're in a band.
– They can't keep their eyes off of you every time you perform.
– They love how the lights compliment your complexion, and how your hair/body moves as you play and/or sing. Not to mention the cool ass outfits
– Vi loves you with multiple rings, ripped pants, and wild hair. Maybe even an open button-down. Basically, she loves the rocker masc look on you. She says its badass
– Caitlyn loves that look too, obviously. But she mainly loves the look on your face rather than the outfits.
– Yes, she's into fashion and loves what you wear, but when your face softens as you play a romantic ballad or how your face scrunched as you concentrate on your instrument
– speaking of instruments, if you play any handheld string instrument or the piano, Vi will never stop asking you what those hands do.
– it made your face heat up the first few times, but the later times, vi received eye-rolls, smiles, and sometimes a wink.
– even if you play the fucking drums, Vi would always ask because you often twirl the sticks between your fingers.
– If you're not much of a player, but more of a singer, Vi would ask why aren't you that vocal when she goes down on you.
– WELP.
– vocal or not during spicy times, she would always comment on it and Caitlyn will always flick her ear.
– okay, before we get into you singing a spicy song on them or furthermore on how they act while you perform, let's talk about them and your groupies.
– It's not like they don't love them! They do and they're your fans.
– If you like them, they love them
– but some of the groupies don't understand boundaries and/or talk about you in a certain way they don't like.
– it's not gross. it's the normal, "omg they're so hot!" "did you see how they acted during the finale? ohhh my god, I'm on my knees" "they could run me over with a bus and not only will i apologize for getting in the way, I'd say thank you.
– Okay, that last line makes Vi chuckle as she overhears it. Caitlyn is more concerned, but you say similar lines to her and Vi, so it's not like it was foreign behavior to her.
– anyways!
– they don't like when your groupies get handsy or visibly make you uncomfortable when you're all backstage.
– some of your fans/groupies are so wrapped up in your stardom, they forget you're human.
– God, don't let your bodyguards fail at their job.
– Vi is the first one screaming that the show's over, the guards aren't doing their fucking job, and some of your fans need to learn some respect.
– Caitltyn immediately apologizes for Vi's profanity, but not for her actions of shutting things down. She glares at the guards and some of the problematic fans while ushering everyone out
– she also looks at the kind fans apologetically and hopes they get home safe.
– OKAY FINALLY. SHOWTIME (literally)
– you don't sing or play your spicy songs until near the end of the concert.
– the mood is calmer, the fans are fully engrossed in the music. and the lighting is a perfect purple/red.
– usually, the spicy songs are covers, but the moment you show up performing a BRAND NEW UNRELEASED song about the two of them? ohhh god
– first off, cait and vi are blushing. it's intense and they're so flustered but since they're in the front row and surrounded by people, they have to keep it cool.
– the moment you mention the contrast of calloused and soft hands, they glance at each other like "is this fucking play about us?!"
– yeah, babes. it is.
– if you're a singer, you look at them as you sing. you don't stare at them all the time. (you can't let the fans know this song is explicitly ab them even though they have a good hunch)
– you're holding onto the mic stand, swaying your hips to the music with your eyes closed. but then when you talk about their kisses and maybe even how they act during the act, you look at them with a little smirk
– vi smirks back, but its very faint. she's thinking, "oh this little fucker. you're not going to get away with this"
– meanwhile, Caitlyn is freaking.
– she's not really open w her "adult" life like that and even though the details are vague and you're not saying her name, she can't help but get embarrassed
– now people know her dirtiest and deepest fantasies! (aka pretty lingerie and whispers smh. you'll be okay cait)
– if you're not much of a singer, but a music player, you watch them the entire time you play.
– you added some lyrics to the song, so when the line you wrote about them comes up, you make eye contact. A sneaky smile spreads across your face and your tongue pokes at your cheek
– if the song is more upbeat, think Chase Atlantic, you headbang to some of the music.
– if the song is slower, lana del ray type shit, you sway your music and chew on your lip
– whatever you do, Caitlyn and Vi love it
– they're weak at the knees, resisting the urge to jump on stage and kiss you until your lips turn purple
– god, they think you're such a tease but they love it.
– after the show Vi walks up to you like, "well, that was some song"
– and you're "innocently" like "oh, what song? can you remind me?"
– even Caitlyn's a little smug with a tensed jaw and her tongue running along her upper teeth. she crosses her arms, Vi mimics the stance, and she tilts her head to the side. in a low, sultry whisper she goes "you know what song."
– WHEWWWWW
– butterflies, shivers, ETC. EVERYTHING YOU COULD FEEL YOU'RE FEELING
– later that night at the hotel is interesting, but I'll leave that to your imagination.
WC: 1,000
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nsfw alphabet w/ Jeff mayhaps?
🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧
Featuring: Jeff The Killer
#Notes: i have other like 7 nsfw alphabet requests and half of them are asking for ej LMAO
pronouns used: none, gn! reader
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A - AFTERCARE
Terrible at it. Will just turn his back to you on the bed and doze off after a while, not even cleaning either of you up. Most he'll do is ask if you're okay cause he knows he can get a bit rough.
B - BODY PART
He's a thighs dude. Will definitely want to fuck them at one point or another.
C - CUM
Either all over your face or down your throat.
D - DIRTY SECRET
Will rather die than admit it, but he kinda wants to try out being submissive. Not that he'll ever tell you that.
E - EXPERIENCE
Most he's ever done was make out with some girls from his school before he got turned into a human barbecue, so not much experience with sex.
F - FAVORITE POSITION
Reverse cowgirl, doggy or (surprisingly) missionary.
G - GOOFY
Definitely serious. He wants to be seen as a big bad dom, so humor just isn't allowed in the bedroom. Boring.
H - HAIR
Doesn't have much body hair, so he doesn't bother much with shaving. At most grooming every few months.
I - INTIMACY
Jeff isn't the most... Romantic, let's say. Even if he does love you, he won't really show it when fucking you.
J - JACK OFF
Does it pretty regularly. He's got a lot of pent up anger, what's a best way to deal with it than taking it out on the socks?
K - KINK
Here's a full post for his kinks.
L - LOCATION
Literally anywhere. His bed, bent over on a table, the kitchen counter, bathroom sink, you name it.
M - MOTIVATION
Loves teasing. Just a few touches from you and he's rock hard. Just don't do it too much or it backfires.
N - NO
Refuses to be submissive or vulnerable because he has some issues to work through, which is why he's not very romantic. He wants to keep his emotions separated from the act.
O - ORAL
Absolutely receiving. It's one of the only times he gets a bit subby, thrusting up desperately and grabbing your hair while, surprisingly, whimpering.
P - PACE
Fast and messy and rough. Christian Grey style, he doesn't make love, he fucks.
Q - QUICKIE
Super big fan. Will bend you over the nearest surface and just go to town with you whenever he feels like it.
R - RISK
Into breath and knife play, so he's quite risky. Doesn't mind the thrill of almost being caught either.
S - STAMINA
About 2 rounds, but he holds back as much as he can so they usually last for a while.
T - TOYS
Doesn't own any and if you do he's throwing them away. Thinks that his cock is the only thing you need to satisfy yourself. Reacts almost like you're cheating on him.
U - UNFAIR
Impatient, so not much teasing or foreplay. He just wants to be inside you already.
V - VOLUME
More of a grunter than anything, but when you're giving him head he'll moan quite loudly.
W - WILD CARD
Will spit on you. Either on your sex or your mouth.
X - X-RAY
About 8 inches, very skinny. Curves to the right.
Y - YEARNING
Horny all of the fucking time. You'll just be chilling together and he'll ask if you wanna fuck. Nasty.
Z - ZZZ
Falls asleep pretty fast afterwards. Since he's the one doing most of the work, he gets pretty tired. Definitely hugs you in his sleep.
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#ray.writes#jeff the killer#jeff the kiler x reader#creepypasta smut
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So, I just rewatched season 1 episode 14 of Psych/the poker episode last night, and I have so many thoughts lmao.
First of all, Henry recommend Psych to one of his buddies, he wouldn’t admit to it, sure, but he did that. And that seemed to mean a lot to Shawn, it was kind of sweet honestly. And then Henry told Shawn to tone down the psychic crap, so for the rest of the episode, Shawn acted 100x more unhinged which is so real of him honestly. Love him for that. And then at the end of the episode, he literally impulse gambled their payment for the case and lost it in the span of about one minute- which hurt me a little bit inside lmao. I felt Gus’ pain in that moment, haha.
And Shawn had a really cool ‘oh, he’s actually really fucking smart’ moment in this episode- which I’m always go feral for. So like- he finds this random business card for lawns right? And instead of just thinking it’s junk or something, he just says “why would the guy have this? He’s in debt and lives in apartment, he has no lawn and even if he did, his priority would not be his lawn,” or something around those lines. And on the back of the card there a was a random combination of R’s and L’s, which would’ve been gibberish to anyone else- but later on- he goes to the gardening place yeah? And he follows a suspicious guy around for a bit before losing him and realized that the letters in the back of the card were directions and discovered a whole ass underground/illegal gambling ring- what the actual hell lmao! Things like this only ever happens to Shawn, I swear.
But, no, for real. He was so smart for actually figuring that out, I don’t know who else would’ve.
Anyways, in a different post I already talked about how Shawn has a terrible sleep schedule, which is also seen in this episode because Shawn was sleeping in like, the middle of the day and only woke up because his dad told him something came up in the case. Henry- let him sleep, omg.
Also, Juliet’s part of the episode was gold. So, it’s Lassiter’s birthday and she wants to throw a party for him. And, it’s crazy how different their relationship is in this episode, because Juliet talked about how he never talks to her, and sometimes he asks to drive in silence, which I literally can’t imagine happening later on in the series. Anyways— to find out more about what he likes, she calls his mom who is exactly like Lassiter lmao! His mom at first thought that she was trying to steal her information, and that she was now recording their call, and then Juliet accidentally slipped out that he was separated which his mom did not know, and so she immediately hung up, Juliet was now regretting her entire life, and then you see Lassiter picking up his phone because his mom wants her ring back lmao! And then she goes through his notebook and invited all the people on it to his house, and apparently they were all just repeated crinimals that he checks up on, but they were so nice honestly. Instead of doing anything bad, they all just showed up and stood around, and one of them even brought him a gift.
And then Gus and Shawn ran away as if their lives depended on it, which was hilarious, but, like, why?? Lmao, they weren’t the ones who invited them, why are they running for??
And, yes, this post is for @pineapple-psychic, I hope that you like it even though it’s more incoherent than usual lmao.
#shawn spencer#burton guster#burton gus guster#henry spencer#juliet o'hara#carlton lassiter#psych#psych tv#🍍
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Jaune: *Wakes up at a table, handcuffed*
???: *Out of speaker in front of Jaune* Hello Jaune.
Jaune: W-Why am I in handcuffs?!
???: You've been randomly accepted to be part of, sort of... a game show.
Jaune: ... A game show?
???: Yes. You could call it a game show.
Jaune: Lets gooo! I love game shows, lets get it! I'm ready!
???: ... We appreciate your enthusiasm. We'll see how long that lasts. Lets go over the #1 rule. The rule is: If you die... you lose.
Jaune: Ahh, okay. So just life then.
???: What?
Jaune: That's literally just life, right? Like, you wanna NOT die?
???: Okay, but the difference is... we're trying to kill you.
Jaune: Ahh, got it.
???: Good. For your first tas-
Jaune: So basically, it's just like how 90% of nature is towards humans.
???: Shut the fuck up! Or we'll just go in there and shoot you.
Jaune: Shutting the fuck up.
???: For your first task, you will answer a set of questions.
Jaune: Oh imma dog at trivia, hit me.
???: Question - What word becomes shorter when you add two letters?
Jaune: Short.
???: Quick, but wrong. For your punishment y-... Wait, what was your answer?
Jaune: The word's short. It becomes shorter when you add 'E' 'R' to it, that's two letters. It's short.
???: ... Very good. I'm used to people getting that wrong. But that's an easy one.
Jaune: Wait, do I get points, or money, each correct answer?
???: You get to NOT DIE.
Jaune: Oh right, the theme. This is so crazy!
???: Next question - 4 cars stop at a 4 way intersection, all at the same time, and all coming from different directions. They can't decide who got there first, so they all go at once at the same speed, but no one ran into each other. How?
Jaune: Hm, they all made right turns.
(In a separate room)
Adam: Does he have his scroll under the table or something?!
Ilia: I took his scroll.
Adam: Okay but, where are you getting these questions?
Ilia: We made them!
Adam: Right!? Like, these aren't just known questions! (To Jaune) How many fingers am I holding up?! *Holds up 2 fingers*
Jaune: Two.
Adam: *Holds up 5 fingers*
Jaune: No five! It's five.
Adam: *Slams fist against table in frustration*
Adam: I got 2 buttons in front of me. Button #1 kills 100,000 people, at random. Button #2 kills the 2 most important people to you, in your life specifically! Which button do I press? You have 30 seconds.
Jaune: Ohh, that's a hard one-Button 1, press it.
Adam: Button #1? The 100,000 people one?
Jaune: Yup, hit it!
Adam: You didn't even think about it, think about it first! Are you crazy!
Jaune: I thought about it.
Adam: You're gonna kill 100,000 people, instead of just 2?
Jaune: Is that... not the right answer?
Adam: No that's not the right-There is no right answer! It's supposed to be a hard choice!
Jaune: Well... it wasn't. I don't know what to tell you.
Adam: Well, you just killed 100,000 people. Congratulations.
Jaune: No I didn't.
Adam: Yes you did! You picked option 1!
Jaune: Yeah, I did, but I didn't push a button. All I did was answer questions while handcuffed and trapped in a room. If this was real, you would be the perpetrator.
Adam: IT IS RE- *Takes a second to breath and relax*
Adam: On your table, there are 2 cups. One is poison, the other-
Jaune: *Immediately grabs a glass and drinks it*
Adam: Okay you can just go. I unlocked the door. Leave.
Jaune: What? I lost?
Adam: GET OUT!
Jaune: I drank the fake poison?
Adam: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH
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different anon, but i thought we all agreed canon remus is a timid, sheltered boy? unlike the fanon's alphamale remus. i think that was an important point. don't know why you said like it was a personal interpretation. and i think when the anon called it fanon toxic heteronormative wolfstar, they meant the r & s in your fic are alphamale-ed remus & abused, shorter sirius. you can make disabled remus fight, but the alphamale-ification of him is. i think we writers should try to not spread that remus. man, i don't think you have to agree with the anon or me, you do you and we do we. sent it just to clarify a few stuff
you guys have caught me in a bad mood so fine let's get into it lmao
"i thought we all agreed canon remus is a timid, sheltered boy?"
well, you thought wrong!! generally speaking if you're saying "i thought we all agreed..." about something in fandom, you are wrong. this space is huge and there are tons of different interpretations of canon. i don't like all of them, but you know what i do when i don't like someone's interpretation? i unfollow them or block them or simply scroll past their post or don't read their fic!! it is sooooooo easy to ignore a stranger on the internet's take on harry fucking potter c'mon now
that being said, the idea that remus is "sheltered" in canon is laughable to me. that kid became a werewolf at six years old, he was forced to deal with the harsh realities of the world wayyyyyy before any of his friends. and i guess you could interpret him as timid, maybe, but i personally don't!! professor lupin in the books is incredibly vivacious, sarcastic, funny--plus, he spent his youth fighting voldemort + death eaters. none of that screams "timid" to me.
and, again, even if that was my interpretation of canon remus, this is not a canon-compliant fic. i am specifically putting the characters in a universe where voldemort won and they grew up separately, without all going to hogwarts together, and exploring my interpretation of how their personalities would change. remus in this world is definitely not fucking sheltered and he literally could not be timid if he wanted to survive. you don't have to read the fic if you don't like seeing him that way!
unlike the fanon's alphamale remus. i think that was an important point. don't know why you said like it was a personal interpretation.
again, the idea that "the fanon" is a single united entity is laughable. there are tons of fanon interpretations of remus. you can choose not to interact with the ones you dislike!!! and i said the "sheltered and timid" thing was a personal interpretation because it is.
and i think when the anon called it fanon toxic heteronormative wolfstar, they meant the r & s in your fic are alphamale-ed remus & abused, shorter sirius.
let's just say what you mean here: you think interpretations of r + s where one is more "feminine" and one is more "masculine" are heteronormative. i think that's bullshit! the idea that gay couples where one is more feminine and one is more masculine are "heteronormative" is the shit that's been ostracizing + marginalizing butches + feminine gay men within the queer community for literal decades--genuinely, it was (and continues to be, apparently!) a huge lesbophobic talking point in feminist circles that butch/femme relationships were un-feminist because butches were basically just "mimicking straight men." not only that, but it leads to pretty blatant transphobia on account of, y'know, trying to police people's gender presentation based on how you think someone of their gender is meant to present. so i don't have ANY fucking patience for this discourse and if you try to bring it to my blog you will get blocked.
and i'll address the idea that remus in my fic is an "alphamale" in a second, but for now--what about having one person be shorter and one person be taller in a relationship makes it heteronormative?? are short people automatically feminine to you?? and what about having one party being abused makes a relationship heteronormative?? is being abused an inherently feminine trait?? i'd recommend thinking about what exactly you're trying to claim here before you bring it to my askbox.
you can make disabled remus fight, but the alphamale-ification of him is. i think we writers should try to not spread that remus.
first of all, i think the idea that The Fandom is spreading some sort of plague of "alphamale remus" is silly. The Fandom is not a monolith; the majority of blogs + writers i follow portray him as a wet sock. so if you're being inundated with "alphamale remus" content that you don't like, start learning to use the block button.
beyond that, the interpretation that remus is an "alphamale" in my fic at all just tells me that both you and the first anon have not read the fic in its entirety. the only reason i can imagine that the first anon even brought that up is the fact that remus is in a werewolf fighting ring and acts flirty with sirius when they first meet. we get an entire chapter from remus's perspective where we learn that this is a specific persona he has had to adapt to survive, and we also learn that he is fighting in this werewolf fighting ring for reasons that are specifically tied to the way he is marginalized in this fictional society. the fic spends a ton of time exploring the way his marginalization has shaped his life and i spend over 20k words writing his pov in his head demonstrating that his anger comes from that marginalization, and that the "aggression" he is interpreted as having is a) partially stereotyping because he's a werewolf and b) partially a persona he has to adapt to survive in the werewolf fighting ring. again, if you don't like reading him like that then you don't have to read the fic. but the idea that fighting other werewolves specifically as a facet of the ways in which werewolves are oppressed in this society is something that makes him an "alpha male"....i mean if that's what you're taking away from it then i simply don't want you to read my fics in the first place.
man, i don't think you have to agree with the anon or me, you do you and we do we. sent it just to clarify a few stuff
the first anon literally asked me to rewrite my fic. sure, i could have just ignored the message and blocked them, and maybe i should have--but like i said, you guys caught me in a bad mood, and this is my blog, so. to answer that ask, i actually did have to disagree with them, because i had to say, "no, i will not rewrite the fic." and you've put me in a position where i actually do have to disagree as well, by saying stuff like "i thought we all agree," where not saying anything would be tacit agreement when i don't agree. i will do me, and i suggest you and the first anon go do you far away from that, because it seems like it would be better for everyone involved! i don't really care if you think you were being polite or helpful with this message; i didn't need you to clarify, and i did not need the holier-than-thou moralizing about what "we writers" should do when it's not even something i'm doing.
again, i don't care if people don't like my fic. just don't read it!!!! and just don't follow this blog!!! there is literally zero point in sending me messages like this nitpicking interpretations, especially not when the crux of your issue is that i'm making wolfstar "heteronormative," an argument that is deeply rooted in homophobia and transphobia. felt like ranting tonight, but generally speaking i will just block anyone who brings that shit into my askbox.
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Yandere!Five x Reader x Yandere!Lila (Ghostface AU)
a/n: happy Halloween btw, gonna do my request soon again.
warnings: dark/yandere content, mentions of killing people, some violence, no good ending for reader, Lila and Five is the best frenemies, my small headcanons about Lila&Five&The Comission, some threats, swearing, Lila is flirty, Five is the grumpy little old guy.
Lila and Five are already quite an interesting duo, but put these two together and add a little more craziness and these two will be the last ones you want to run into.
I mean, the two of them worked as assassins, they have a hell of a lot of experience in this, their childhood was fucking terrible and they also have superpowers?? what are you even supposed to do?
when they have to work together, they are very good. just think, Five can easily guess that Lila is hiding something, like being the reason why your recent boyfriend suddenly disappeared. would anyone else notice? I don’t think so.
and there’s Lila. she’s annoying him and getting on Five’s nerves a little too much, Five already have to deal with another 6 mentally unstable adults that still acting like a kids and add to this all Lila? that always trying to strike him back because of their past? this man is done.
Lila may try to make fun of Number Five all the time, but she’s not stupid. 5 is literally a legend for the entire Commission. Yes, he is the founder, but above all, he is one of the best assassins in the entire timeline, for everyone he should be an example of exactly how to do their job properly. Lila hates Five for killing her parents, and of course she spent a lot of time dreaming about how exactly she would get revenge on him. but if you plan to kill someone, then you need to know them better.
“Ha! I know it has to be you, little psycho,” Lila smirks proudly, her hands on her hips as she looks at him. “I mean, it`s easy to guess.”
Five rolls his eyes in annoyance, turning away from this crazy woman. “I’m glad you finally found the opportunity to show off your intellect, Lila,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But right now I’m busy if you didn`t notice.”
“Why won’t you just ask for help, huh?” she shrugs, sitting down on the dresser.
“What?” he frowns slightly, looking confused.
“Ask for help,” she says again. “Do you want me to spell that? A-s-k f-o-r h-”
“I don’t understand why would you even need to get into this mess and helping me.” he wipes sweat off his forehead, sighing softly when takes a quick look at her before going back to work.
She pauses for a moment, thinking about his words. Lila would never get into something like that for Five Hargreeves, no, never in her life. But she would never loose the opportunity to prove something to Number Five, who has so many fans inside the Commission that it’s makes Lila sick.
“So do you need my help or not?” now she is the one who sounds annoyed, but rather offended. “I won’t ask twice, jumpy guy.”
“You know what?” his gaze softens and he tosses towards Lila a sponge with a pair of rubber gloves. “You can actually be very helpful sometimes. Now come on, we don’t have much time until they come home.”
Lila catches everything quickly, smiling widely again, after which she jumps off the drawer and walks towards Five while wearing gloves. She accidentally step on a pool of blood on the floor, and her boots leaving several red dirty prints on a perfectly clean surface.
“Oops.”
“I just fucking ended cleaning here-”
They get along well with each other when it is good for both of them, but not when it comes to the fact that they have to share you. No, don’t even think that they will somehow find a way where they are not going to kill each other, as soon as one of them cross the line and decides to find their own separate way with you and only with you. If Lila will try to steal all your attention from Five - bad for her. If Five will try to do the same - bad for him. It also means problems and for you.
So basically we doing this cool “the one who makes the calls” and “the one who kills” trend. Well, if we going to compare Lila and Five with Billy and Stu there is no doubt that Lila will be as Stu and Five will be as Billy.
Lila can do both roles, not gonna lie, but she really loves those long and intimidating, somehow silly conversations with you while talking on the phone, her cute attempts to scare you, make you tremble and run around the house trying to close all the windows and doors, and it’s actually makes her laugh, especially knowing how useless it is , because come on, we all know that 5 can just teleport wherever he wants and Lila can just… do the same.
Lila sometimes forget that calling at your phone in the middle of the night is an attempt to make you afraid so you’ll be more pliable and when you’re on the verge of going crazy, because almost every day you hear two different types of voices that calls you, one of which threatens to make you suffer if you continue to ignore them, and the second flirts with you, only to say something weird and scary at the end.
You’ve been wearily watching some random horror movie on your TV screen. In fact, you had already lost the countdown a long time ago, you were tired and wanted to go to bed, your eyes were barely open, but part of your waking consciousness could distantly hear the lines from the movie.
An unexpected phone call makes you jump up and wake up immediately, picking up your phone, only to find out it was some unknown number. You decide to answer this call and put the phone to your ear, expecting to hear someone’s familiar voice, thinking that it could be your friends who wanted to prank you or one of your work colleagues but from a different phone number.
“Hello?” you speak uncertainly.
“Hello, who is this?” the voice asks.
“Who are you trying to reach?” you shift slightly in your seat, rubbing your eyes.
“I don’t think it matters now, doll,” the unknown chuckles softly. “You have a pretty cute voice by the way.”
You scoff at their comment, finding this amusing how they tried to flirt with you. “Uh, thanks. But I’m kinda busy with something right now like watching a movie.”
“Is that so?” the stranger pauses briefly before continuing to speak. “What kind of movie?”
You hum softly and tilt your head slightly towards the TV, trying to remember what you watched. “It’s Halloween, so I’m definitely watching scary one.”
You can hear the voice of an unknown person laughing softly at your sarcastic response.
“You’re must be really brave little one to watch this movies all alone at night, huh?” the person asks. “So what’s your favourite scary movie, pretty?”
You yawn in the first half of the person’s sentence and don’t really paid attention to their words, stretching slightly, trying wake up fully and concentrate on the dialogue again, taking the cassette, reading the title of the film. “Uh…Saw, I think?”
“Good choice, this one was so bloody,” you hear their cheering. “So, you have a boyfriend?”
A slight smile appears on your face and you rise from the couch, walking towards the kitchen, still holding the phone in your hands.
“No, I don’t have one,” you answer, playing with a strand of your hair. “Why, you wanna ask me on a date?”
“Maybe I want,” they say and you sighs softly at their attempts. “But you still didn’t told me your name, love.”
“Why do you need to know my name?” you ask nonchalantly as you pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave.
“Because I want to know at who I’m looking right now.”
You freeze in place. It could have been a simple prank in an attempt to make you scared, but still, it really worked on you. “What did you say?”
“I said that I really want to know with who I’m talking-”
Lila doesn’t have time to finish and you immediately end the phone call, which makes her almost break the device she is holding in her hands.
“Damnit!” she swears, sighing loudly in displeasure. “This time was so damn close!”
Lila’s complaints makes Five smile smugly to himself and that only irritates her more. Five leans against the wall with his shoulder as if he was already know how this would end up.
“Don’t smile like that, you little shit,” she grumbles, trying to call you again and again, but you seem to just ignore her attempts.
“Congratulations, Lila,” he shrugs carelessly. “You screwed up again.”
Five will at first be someone you hardly notice when he does his job. Some idiot bothers you? Disappeared. Are you bullied at school? They are all gone. Is someone too close to you and you show genuine interest in them? I’m sorry, but they won’t call you back after the date. Don’t worry, you can cry in the shoulder to your best friends like Lila or Five who will be always here for you. Huh, what a coincidence…
I think Lila will often act as the one to make the calls, as she seems to be the only one who is successful in this and can hold a dialogue with you for more than a couple of minutes. Unlike Number Five. But he really wants to try talking to you. He craves it and he wants to prove that he can make the calls just as well as the dirty work like killing. He would use this as opportunity to tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell you if he was in front of you right now and you would know the real identity of the person who is always calling you so late. But he really just melts because of your sweet voice and he can listen to it for hours while you tell him about your day or plans for the future, Five is a serious and professional man who does his job perfectly. He knows that he has his own work and it needs to be done even though he really wants to forget it all and rest for some time.
“Stop calling me, you weirdo,” you say tiredly.
“Don’t even dare to hang up on me,” 5 warns you, but you immediately end the call despite his words.
As soon as you end up the call, Five, on the other side, closes his eyes and sighs, trying to calm down, them he calls you again. You barely had time to go to bed when you heard the melody of your phone and you had to pick up the device again. You really wanted like to yell at the person who was bothering you, but you are immediately interrupted.
“No, you listen here. Hang up on me and I’ll gut you like a fish, do you understand me?” he threatens you and the tone of his voice makes you tremble. “Now, do you think you can handle that for me, dear?”
I don`t think that any of them would go to kill some person in front of you. Firstly, they don’t want to hurt you, they go too far just by harassing you with calls, but it’s more of a warning, like “don’t go with that guy because he’s not good enough for you” or “you should stay at home tonight and don’t go to that party”. Yes, Ghostface most often calls victims to scare them and then kill them, but they will never touch you. And I also don’t think that they will harm any of your family or just your friends, only those who can potentially / already harm you, otherwise they warn you about it. You really should listen to those scary people that call you or be more attentive when you look out the window and notice a mysterious figure in a black costume in your backyard with those silly scream mask. you have two pairs of eyes that follow you everywhere and they can clearly see more than you so keep it in mind. but yeah, I think Lila sometimes really can just make some calls to you just for fun so Five need to bonk her time to time to remind her job.
#yandere tua#tua x reader#yandere x reader#five hargreaves x reader#yandere five hargreeves#yandere five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves#umbrella academy x reader#yandere umbrella academy#tua imagine#lila pitts x reader#yandere imagines#yandere lila pitts
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hey guys… more headcanons for my comfort characters because i said so 😁 for this one it’s mike wheeler!!
based off of this post
prev. part pt.1
you better believe this mf is the definition of neurodivergent.
autistic, adhd, ocd, synesthesia—brother is a quadruple threat.
genderfluid she/he/they!!! they have a lot more feminine days now that they’ve figured themself out
special interests r d&d, writing, and she collects rocks she thinks are cool or thinks will would like
he gives the rocks to will like a cat bringing their owner a dead mouse
speaking of will
she is like a koala with him. there is no getting mike off of that boy even if it’ll kill her
they have very strong feelings about words.
like literally if you set them off about words there is no stopping them
not in a bad way, there’s just something about how one word can have like 20 synonyms but another doesn’t
“no im being so serious like what the fuck. what the fuck do you mean i can use plethora, multitude, plentitude, abundance and surplus interchangeably but there’s no synonym for unique?”
will lets them rant about stuff like that but will have no idea what they’re talking about
“then there’s words with, like, six different meanings? don’t even get me started on those-” “[gently stroking mike’s hair] me too babe”
mike’s safe food is spaghetti btw. i don’t make the rules
he hates certain brands of yogurt because they put chunks of fruit in the yogurt and every time he eats one he loses his appetite for the next two days
 even if it’s not yogurt she just hates anything that has chunks of fruit in it
which is why they will never eat strawberry ice cream. ever
he’s okay with like walnuts and cookie dough and stuff like that but if it’s fruit?? get it away from her
“mike why aren’t you eating anything?” “yogurt.” “oh…”
he can only eat it if it’s those kinds of yogurt that separate the chunks from the actual like. yogurt
whenever he goes to a fast food place and gets a side with whatever he’s eating he has to eat the side first or he’ll explode
she definitely asks nancy or robin to do her makeup.
or even steve because robin has definitely taught steve how to do makeup
mike can do makeup for herself ofc but she likes it better when someone else does it. don’t ask why because she doesn’t know
after they came out as gender-fluid they started dressing like klaus hargreeves
like. everywhere. no matter where he’s going he’s giving off that vibe
even when they become an author and do interviews and shit.
“wow, mr. wheeler.. you have a very, uh, unique style.” “i know right? who knew you could find shit like this from thrift stores?”
him and el have very similar music tastes, so sometimes they just sit together and listen to music
they don’t even speak to each other most of the times they’re doing that
they’re just doing other stuff while they listen
but it’s nice to them
mike has absolutely zero filter after he comes out
whenever they want to stare at will because of how beautiful he is? they do it.
“mike? are you okay? is there something on my face?” “no, just your face” “then,, what are you looking at?” “you.”
#stranger things#byler#mike wheeler#jane hopper#will byers#autistic mike wheeler#autistic will byers#autistic jane hopper#everyone in stranger things is autistic btw#i don’t make the rules#genderfluid mike wheeler
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JAIME IN THE RIVERLANDS I: Exploring the 'Limits of Redemption'
Or: I HATE YOUR JAIME META AND HERE'S WHY
[Note: So this long fucking post is actually only the intro to what is (I think) a three/four part essay; the other parts are in editing stages at the moment but I figured if I don't post the first part now it'll be a WIP forever. Hopefully the rest will follow relatively soon as I'm literally sitting around with covid rn doing approx. nothing else but whatever watch this space I guess. anyway]
“I want there to be a possibility of redemption for us, because we all do terrible things. We should be able to be forgiven. Because if there is no possibility of redemption, what’s the answer then?” George R. R. Martin (!!!)
‘Redemption’ is broadly considered to be the most significant theme in Jaime Lannister’s narrative, with most arguing that the conclusion of his story must reach one verdict or another in terms of whether he has achieved it. For those that believe he won’t, Jaime’s chapters in AFFC and ADWD are most commonly used as evidence.
However, Jaime’s Riverlands arc (which I will here distinguish as beginning in Jaime III AFFC, and ending in Jaime I ADWD) is one I think is too often broken down and compartmentalised, with few takes managing to consider it holistically. Scenes are often isolated from their context and from the preceding and succeeding chapters, with fans nonetheless reaching their verdict on Jaime’s broader story based on this limited analysis. So the arguments go, here’s Jaime doing bad things and fighting for the wrong side after all he went through in ASOS: after choosing to change, and then failing to do so. If Jaime truly wanted redemption, why is he still fighting for the Lannister regime? Why are all his efforts for good so pitifully small-scale?
Here I want to consider this arc not just through isolated scenes, but within the broader narrative of Jaime’s story. For, as with everything else, GRRM is rarely interested in presenting a straightforward story of its type: Jaime’s struggle for redemption in the Riverlands is treated with as much complexity as other arcs in the story, such as Dany’s governance in Meereen, or Jon’s on the Wall. Characters are often trapped by circumstance, forced to compromise or made to contradict their own ideals in an effort to achieve their goals. The result can be ugliness and strife where a reader expects catharsis. In a series with two volumes to go, this is not to say that catharsis won’t come for Jaime’s story, but its delayed arrival has seen fans frequently contrast it with another POV: Theon’s.
Theon is another character for whom redemption is a guiding theme, though his is often favoured above Jaime���s owing to the more straightforward catharsis it affords. When we last see Theon in ADWD, he has fought sizable demons (both internal and otherwise) to escape Winterfell and save Jeyne Poole in the process. From here, a reader anticipates Theon will continue to fight for the right causes, and carve out a new identity separate from that as Balon’s heir, or Ned Stark’s hostage. No reader expects that Theon will turn around in TWOW to return to his old ways, because he has no cause to look back: the work is done, his old trappings gone, and the only direction left to him is forwards into something new.
Theon’s arc begins slightly ahead of Jaime’s, kicking off in the second volume where Jaime’s gathers pace in the third, but even accounting for this variance in pacing, the differences between their two redemption stories are notable. Theon begins the series as a relatively isolated character, estranged from his family and superimposed into one where the patriarch might take his head at any moment. For the most part, it doesn’t seem as though anyone even likes Theon all that much, apart from the mother he has largely forgotten about. It’s unsurprising, then, that over the course of several conflicts in ACOK we see Theon’s ties and allies diminished to practically nothing: he’s abandoned by his own house, becomes an enemy of the Starks, and is kept hostage by the Boltons who view him as a useful piece of dirt.
Theon is ultimately removed from grander disputes besides as a pawn, too afraid to claim his autonomy for fears of painful consequences from Ramsay. He remembers his wrongs, but feels helpless to atone for them, left instead to ruminate in Winterfell. Theon’s redemption is then pursued through courage and reclamation of identity: a growing irrelevance to the new powers of the plot, his story is to reclaim his name and autonomy in the background, acting not for any house or name, but on his own renewed instincts for right and wrong. No family or political cause is left to rely on him, and so Theon ironically has the freedom to act on a purely individual basis, fighting instead for the single person who does need him now: Jeyne Poole. His act of heroism at the end of ADWD carves a checkpoint viewed by most readers as a decisive move towards redemption.
Jaime’s arc and Theon’s have more in common whilst Jaime is imprisoned by the Bloody Mummers in ASOS, where he too relies largely on instincts and courage, and develops the desire to change through tormented self-reflection. But the crucial difference is the scope each are afforded from here on. As discussed, Theon, on point of reflection, is essentially alone. The only choices he can make are those he makes for himself, and indeed he has nothing to lose but his life, for even his name has been stripped from him.
This is not so in Jaime’s case. Far from Theon’s reduced existence, halfway through ASOS Jaime has returned to all his old trappings, as well as new positions of power he never asked for. He’s now in a position to make choices that were never his before, whether they concern the makeup of the Kingsguard or the safety of his house, and each choice has a domino effect that can ripple throughout the realm. Indeed, rather than estranged from his family, Jaime is inserted directly into the midst of their affairs - at precisely the time when the threat to their house proves existential. This is not a character who can look only to his own personal hopes, ambitions and wellbeing for guidance - rather, this is someone in a prime seat of governance. Ironically, this sees Jaime’s personal autonomy greatly diminished as a result.
Not all of this is new, of course. Jaime has been born with stakes in these institutions - or acquired them at 15, in the case of the Kingsguard. The fate of House Lannister has always mattered to Jaime because the Lannisters are his own family, and owing to the precarious position Tywin has left them in, that same family are now in mortal danger. Plenty of words are shed amongst the Lannisters on the importance of maintaining Tywin’s legacy in keeping the security of their House, and unfortunately, Jaime has inherited this legacy at precisely the time he has hoped to escape it. Though he emerges from ASOS with personal ambitions to rescue Sansa, become a knight like Brienne, reclaim his fatherhood to his children and restore peace in the realm, what he wants has to be balanced alongside the security of the Lannisters collectively, and the delicate regency that sustains them.
As Ned tells Cersei as early as AGOT, there is no safe escape for House Lannister now: Robert would’ve hounded them to the ends of the world if he knew the truth, and certainly by AFFC both highborn and smallfolk alike long for their downfall. It is here that Jaime finds himself upon his return to King’s Landing. So from ASOS onwards, we see Jaime attempting to continue the arc he began with Brienne, and struggling to do so within the confines of his new elevated roles, risking undermining his family even as they undermine him at every turn. What deeds he does manage, such as instigating rescues for both Tyrion and Sansa, need to be done covertly, whilst everything he does in the public sphere is subject to Cersei’s whims.
By Jaime III AFFC, Cersei declares that Jaime’s role now is to restore peace in the Riverlands (that is, to quash the Tullys), and Jaime, reluctantly, gathers his men and goes. So begins a balancing act between his private ambition and public persona, where he knows the slightest misstep might be the downfall of his family.
(Of course, the grim truth is that the fate of House Lannister was sealed by Tywin long ago.)
JAIME AND THE LANNISTER LEGACY
As mentioned, readers often simplify all this to argue that Jaime is simply fighting for ‘the Lannister regime’ in AFFC; that he is flying the colours for his family because that’s the easier thing to do than pursue redemption and the greater good. I’d disagree.
Firstly, we should note that Jaime has always had a healthy disregard for Lannister rhetoric and his father’s view of the world. This is not to say Jaime is not aware of the power his name holds, and that like his brother Tyrion, he won’t use it occasionally as a crutch, performance or excuse:
"White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister." [JAIME V, ASOS]
"If you know me, Urswyck, you know you'll have your reward. A Lannister always pays his debts.” [JAIME III, ASOS]
He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream. [JAIME III, ASOS]
That would show the realm that the Lannisters are above their laws, like gods and Targaryens. [JAIME III, ASOS]
“The Father Above has more time than I do. Do you know who I am?" [JAIME IV, AFFC]
And to say the least, Jaime is no stranger to a gold plate armour. Simply put, this is a character quite capable of talking the talk and walking the walk when it suits him, but his broader POV shows one far more sceptical than Tywin or Cersei.
To start with, Jaime actually shirked his lead role in House Lannister at fifteen, giving up Casterly Rock and the propagation of his house for the promise of his sister’s love. He declines Tywin’s offer to restore him to this position in ASOS (even despite his disillusionment with Cersei) and immediately sets about undermining both his father and sister by rescuing Tyrion and Sansa. Jaime has also from a young age rejected Tywin’s diatribes on his brother, spending his life regretting the one instance he aligned himself to them (see: Tysha). As a young Kingsguard he does not advocate allowing Tywin into the city, even knowing his father would win decisively, does not join his father at the last minute either - and in fact did not even raise Tywin as King given ample opportunity:
"Shall I proclaim a new king as well?" Crakehall asked, and Jaime read the question plain: Shall it be your father [...]?”
[...]"Proclaim who you bloody well like," he told Crakehall. Then he climbed the Iron Throne and seated himself with his sword across his knees, to see who would come to claim the kingdom. [JAIME II, ASOS]
At this crucial moment, Jaime adopts a neutral stance, leaving the politicking to other men - and this is a stance that comes to define him up to AGOT: given all he has seen, Jaime no longer has faith in the rights of Kings nor the honour of good men, and so retreats inward where the only rules are his own. Ultimately Jaime’s natural inclination is to stand as an individual: for his own values, rather than as a representative for his house or any institution.
And his general disdain for his father’s doings and teachings is seen everywhere in his POV - or occasionally, by omission. Whilst Cersei and even Tyrion frequently reflect on Tywin’s methodry and lessons, Jaime, the key subject of those lessons, seldom considers them - except with resentment or reluctance:
"Father," he told the corpse, "it was you who told me that tears were a mark of weakness in a man, so you cannot expect that I should cry for you." [JAIME I, AFFC]
Indeed, in much of AFFC we see Jaime wandering the Riverlands, disturbed by the ruins his father’s campaigns have left behind. This is a character reiterated throughout his POV as one who runs on passion: he entered the war for Cersei and Tyrion, albeit recklessly and in the midst of a conflict of his own making. Meanwhile, Tywin’s work is cold-blooded, calculated and brutal, and reminds Jaime of his enemies rather than his allies.
In fact, the only aspect of House Lannister that Jaime seems especially concerned with seem to be his loved ones within it. In the beginning this appears largely limited to Cersei and Tyrion, the two he asks after when seeking news from Catelyn. News of a distant uncle and his losses at war are dismissed out of hand, and Tywin himself is asked after as essentially an afterthought:
"It's Cersei and Tyrion who concern me. As well as my lord father." [CATELYN VII, ACOK]
Later, of course, we encounter family like Genna and Daven representing Jaime's broader emotional stakes within his house, and his growing cares for his children make him more intent on its survival. But his remote affection (or entire lack of it) for his own father never seems to waver.
When Tywin does die, we see Jaime holding vigil beside his corpse out of a sense of obligation as Tywin’s son, but after spending much of it scowling at Tywin’s corpse and thinking ill of him, he abandons the vigil early to chase after a distraught Tommen. In the same scene, we even see Jaime attempting to counsel his son differently to how his father did him: where Tywin taught Jaime a man does not cry and should never show weakness, Jaime does not ridicule his son’s distress (as Cersei notably does), but tries to offer him support (albeit with only a sad coping mechanism of his own):
"A man can bear most anything, if he must," Jaime told his son. I have smelled a man roasting, as King Aerys cooked him in his own armour. "The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing . . . go away inside." [JAIME I, AFFC]
In short, Jaime has no apparent interest in upholding his father’s teachings or values, and all signs point to a man who hopes to raise his son differently, to undo cycles of tyranny, and to begin anew. This is all sadly compounded by the inheritance Tywin has left behind.
TYWIN'S LEGACY
Jaime’s nobler intentions unfortunately have little place for manoeuvre in the preservation of House Lannister. In fact, the family are essentially left with two options: they can sustain the 'Lannister regime', or they can vanish completely - and the latter isn’t altogether realistic for the most famous family in Westeros, in a narrative that always strives to be.
So for the Lannisters to maintain their security, they are left with largely the former - maintaining the outward appearance of power that Tywin has fostered for his house. The trouble is that maintaining that appearance, when it was previously sustained by the severity of the actions one man was willing to take.
Since he rose to the head of his family, Tywin has ruled by fear: he has made enemies of powerful people, false friends of others, and they only cower because of the ultimate threat that Tywin has showed more than once that he can act upon - given cause, he will demolish a house completely. Tywin’s method essentially runs opposite to his father’s: where Tytos offered lenience, Tywin determines to offer none: you are with him, or you are nothing.
Whilst this has been effective in removing smaller targets such as the Reynes and Tarbecks, it has done outsized damage in ruining the good faith and trust that others might have in House Lannister: certainly a Lannister will pay his debts, but what it takes to accrue one is the fear that Tywin rules with.
Tywin’s demolition method was attempted on House Stark in ASOS, and by AFFC, it may seem to have been successful on the surface level. The northern forces are in pieces, the Lannisters are allied to the Tyrells, and there is a new Lannister king on the throne. The threats from overseas seem vague and obscure, and Tommen holds tomorrow.
But of course, this is not actually the case. Sansa is not dead, nor Arya, nor Bran and Rickon. They’ve survived through their parents’ memory and teachings, and their father’s vassals are already conspiring the Starks’ return to the north. It goes without saying that the power of Winterfell is sustained through security and loyalty, not fear, and that fear is infinitely more fragile, with a great deal more work required in sustaining it.
Of course, Tywin's reasons for ruling with fear are, despite his pretences, rooted in his own feelings of inadequacy rather than political practicality: this is a man who has grown up feeling humiliated and undermined by his own father, and is desperate to regain the power and respect he believes he's entitled to - by any means necessary. Still, such is the state of the legacy he leaves behind for his own son: an unsustainable campaign of fear, with no-one left to uphold it:
Tywin was big even when he was little." She gave a sigh. "Who will protect us now?"
Jaime kissed her cheek. "He left a son."
"Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth."
That was a queer remark. "Why should you fear?"
"Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak . . . but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you." [JAIME V, AFFC]
Ironically, what is here identified by Genna as a weakness of Jaime’s is really a weakness of Tywin’s. He has an heir who might have carried the torch forward for House Lannister, might just have managed to build enough bridges for whichever Lannister came next… but Tywin’s view of the world is such that that heir is an abused, embittered man more interested in their downfall. The force that might have once sustained them will now be turned against them as Tyrion joins with Daenerys Targaryen - and regardless, whatever progress and good faith Tyrion fostered for House Lannister in ACOK was quickly undone by Tywin in ASOS with the Red Wedding.
So what’s left is only a hopeless, toxic mess: House Lannister has no true friends and no true allies. They have only a host of enemies, small and large, who desire the utter demolition of a house that sought the same of others. And the man left to carry the torch is one without conviction in anything it stands for.
Nonetheless, the torch still rests with Jaime, with the stakes high as they’ve ever been for he and his loved ones. In AFFC, GRRM shows Jaime attempting a performance as Tywin’s heir, all whilst giving away vital ground, leading without conviction and resenting his role. By the end of ADWD, Jaime will have all but abandoned the Lannister cause for the pursuit of redemption, and the collapse of his house will enter overdrive.
[PART TWO: Bluffs, Bargaining & Baby Trebuchets - Why Jaime Can't Win in the Riverlands]
#jaime lannister#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls#long post#this is probably preaching to the choir for most of my followers but I think like#at this point I've read too many riverlands essays that I feel miss the point entirely so might as well make my own
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Did you ever experience some kind of…almost debilitating anxiety? I’m talking of months or + gnawed and exhausted by fear and both mental and physical sensations that come with it. How did/do you move through it
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a long one in advance but lol yh bare times. ill answer ur question, but there's two sides to the route i took and i have 2 preface with everything i did and do is based off of what i feel is right for me at the time. it doesnt mean its right though, and im very aware of that, so ill share some parts, but ultimately each person has is their own experience. the first step to moving through something, is looking for answers so like.. deeper than whatever i have to say, the answer is not in my answer, its in the fact u want answers
anyway. throwback to 6 ish years ago, i was having a breakdown breakthru and i started viewing what i called anxiety, as hyper vigilance. i started to see i was using a way of perceiving reality, along with my ability for analysis, to create correlations between my present, based on my perception of the past, to determine/predict the future (both futile and fallible), not cause i wanted to know what was going to happen, but because i thought keeping account of all possible outcomes gave me control and control would keep me safe and stop me experiencing a version of life i didnt want to go back to (more specifically it stopped me feeling helpless & inconsequential). as i understood that, along with the traumas at the root of my hyper vigilance, and the anxiety (social and general cause they r v separate), i recognised that i wanted control because i wasn't confident i could take charge or respond to reality without immense preparation. on top of that, i was resisting the fact that i was anxious because i was calling the symptoms i was experiencing my anxiety, but the real anxiety was the way i thought, and i was actually addicted to thinking in that way, because even though i hated it, and what it did to my body/nervous system, it was protecting my ego by giving me a false sense of control.
so that was my first step. i began to take action from where i was, as i was. that meant listening to what made me anxious. for example, if a place or person made me anxious, i didnt interact or go. i validated myself and what i was feeling. & i dont mean that in an avoidant sense, ill say why in a second. but yeah i validated what i was feeling, and began to see that the more i gave myself permission to be who i was, and do what i wanted unapologetically, the less direct anxiety id experience. and that sounds like an easy decision to have made in hindsight but usually, the change a persons anxious to make is something that in the moment requires a huge leap of faith but seems inevitable in hindsight. anyway, that's when i really realised that i was anxious because i was living an inauthentic life based on premeditation rather than presence. i had/have concurrent ptsd, so there were a lot of emotions i hadn't felt in a long time without realising, like passion or genuine laughter, happiness, joy, peace. id literally forgotten anything but this autopilot need to protect myself, be there for the people that had been there for me and stay alive. in giving myself permission to be different from who i had been, i started to see the world free from what my past dictated it should be and everything started to open up as as a consequence. side note, id been studying metaphysics and philosophy since 6 form, and i can't underestimate how much the principles i learned there helped me transmute my situation. ive recommended all those books in here before, so u can find them, but yeah . it sounds pretty and idyllic and as essy as 'changing my mind' but it was fucking brutal. i transformed in every sense of the word i lost almost everything in the process. there were wins along the way but 90% of them were silver linings of my own deciding. however, nothing i lost needed to stay! and everything i chose to go through or was subjected to led me to understand me and opened options as to how i could cultivate a beautiful and real inner life that eventually began to bleed out into the 'real' world.
the dark side of that, which is how i reached most of those revelations and insights, is the experiential bit that i can't communicate. i literally put myself through hell, and i can type till my fingers fall of and still never convey the full picture of how what why when, but yh. when i said i listened to my anxiety, i meant that literally. as i said before, i didnt allow myself to be avoidant. so if there was a reason i didnt want to do something, i honoured it, but lets say the only obstacle to me doing something was my anxiety, id force myself to do it, to the point of masochism. literally, i was obsessed. day in day out i was reading on self improvement, i studied every religion, researched philosophers, listened to hour long lectures on youtube, i did everything i could do to understand myself, my mind, life, and how to reprogram what i was experiencing. at the same time as this i used to myself in situations that would trigger panic attacks, or dissociative episodes and find ways to 'function' through it. one that worked very well was smoking weed, sometimes alone, sometimes in bad company. weed gave me severe panic attacks at the time, so when i was on my own, id smoke to induce panic attacks so i could meditate, breathe, draw, write, literally do whatever helped to bring myself through the panic attack. then when i felt capable with that, id smoke in bad company and practice with the pressure of being in front of people and there would be times id b having full blown panic attacks in front of people, sometimes with, but usually without them knowing and the whole time was just training myself to understand or pay attention to my mental patterns, training myself to calm myself down, to reach a zone where i could see through what was triggering me, or at the very least just firm it. and the more i did that, the more i understood why i was dissociating, or collapsing, or having chest pains, hyperventilating all that shit. the more i understood, the more i reeeaaally understood, and then i got to a point where even though the trigger is there lol, it still exists, but when it gets pulled i can hold the explosion. because i feel it happening, i see it happening, but it happens to something within me and not to me now? and so i kind of watch it and love and appreciate it for what learning to temper it taught me. its like a familiar old friend has its quirks that i wouldn't change for the world and yh idk im just rambling i need to go to bed. but basically i stopped being debilitated by anxiety by living in complete debilitation of it until it couldn't debilitate me any more. id be lying if i didnt say it drove me to very dark, lonely, appearance of being semi crazy states of being, but it was worth it and still is.
without the period of isolation the second half of what i described put me through, i couldnt have found realignment cause i wouldnt have seen how incorrect my projection of my past onto the future was, or how to correct it. & deep it, if all u know is death misery lack poverty shortage economic & social insecurity, then all u can see for the future is that. once u open ur eyes and see urself and the world for what is u can start playing. it wasnt easy, and im still not over being anxious. but its not debilitating, just an uneasy emotion. & the way i see it at this point, its just my inner system seeing something what my eyes dont & making me aware. when i listen im redirected, and can find alignment. when i dont it gets worse, and the only way out is to be numb. but i wanna live and i cant live numb. hope i answered, love <3
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i was thinking abt how ayano and shintaro r the only two characters who ever die by suicide (shintaro is only in some routes but STILL.) and like how that's a way of showing that they had the potential to understand each other (bc in my opinion they r actually very similar) but not until either of them were dead. idk does this make sense? i just thought of this today so this thought isnt very refined yet i need to think abt it more
they ARE similar!!!!! i totally agree. shintaro and ayano are totally similar people. they're both Justice Seekers but are so depressed and have such horrible self worth they can't actually be proactive about things. but then they are :3
i wish we got ayano pov from hs and why she liked shintaro. I've always thought ayano's crush on him is...cute!!! because she's literally going thru the horrors, her mom died, her dad is being Strange, and she has to take care of the house and her siblings all alone PLUS later learning of all the horrible stuff about the daze and clearing. and yet. she's also a normal hs girl who has a silly crush on her classmate. not that we ever saw it but i definitely think ayano got to see at least once the shintaro we see who fights for good and doesn't let fear get to him like when he yells at the fucking terrorists or acts all cool when they face clearing in the novels. i think ayano got to see shintaro being Heroic or whatever and she was like THIS is the kind of guy we need to be recruiting in the mekakushi dan🔥🔥🔥 like seriously im delusional abt this but i think there should be a shinaya backstory abt this.
man i wish we saw more hs shinaya😭😭😭😭😭 im so mad that they only ever show shintaro being a fucking asshole lord in hs like im not rooting for you bitch FAST FORWARD NOW but the fact ayano knows shintaro likes music and shoujo manga etcetc its clear ayano and shintaro had normal ass conversations all the time. SHOW THEM TO MEEEEEE whatever. i dont even care <- cares
anyways i just wanted to say i think ayano does Kind of understand shintaro. i also wish we saw ayano think of shintaro in the entire conjecture with clearing eyes killing haruka and takane and her sacrificing herself for them and the mekatrio. Go listen to full disclosure from steven universe and you will understand my ayano vision for this. sorry that was weird. i think ayano wanted to keep shintaro as uninvolved as possible, haruka and takane were inevitably already in it. she just wanted to make sure to take them Out of it but shintaro.. i think ayano always had the feeling shintaro would get involved. i think ayano gravitates towards shintaro because she needed help and she needed a hero and deep down she knew this was him. but she never manages to properly reach out or even understand it i guess. but i think ayano did understand shintaro maybe even more he understood himself. on the other hand shintaro DID NOT understand ayano AT ALL but like you said, he could have. who knows how things had gone if shintaro had walked in when he saw ayano crying in the classroom!!! imagine ayano managing to pour her heart out and tell him what's gonna happen to their friends and her family. he would've helped. shintaro would've done something. but ayano wouldn't want him to bc he would get hurt but at the same time she WOULD want him to because she's so scared and alone and desperate for help *holds head *
also i always make myself insane abt shintaro and ayano being depressed legends who wanna die. while haruka and takane struggle with health problems and want to Live So Badly. sorry for bringing up harutaka Hi its me tumblr user yuukei yikes vinnie i will ALWAYS make it about harutaka. i just wanted to say that. shinaya who wanna die and tragedy arises from never meeting in the middle and not being able to understand each other vs harutaka who wanna live more than anything and tragedy arises from being forcibly separated.
ayano's words to takane when she's projecting so hard. there are times you want to tell someone something but you wind up being too late. ayano was never gonna say anything to shintaro because she didnt Want to. she knew what she was going to the roof for. while takane immediately makes a run for it to say something to haruka, she is just too late and has no control over her fate. whatever im normal!
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