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Twilight was released in 2008. The Batman was released in 2022. It took Robert FUCKING Pattinson 14 years to become a bat. worst vampire, imo.
#dc comics#batman#battinson#dc#detective comics#bruce wayne#the twilight saga#edward cullen#these fuckers are the same person prove me wrong
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flirty best friend!chris x reader
⌗ 𓂃 flirty best friend! chris x reader 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅
warnings : suggestive ish!
𖥔 okay so i personally see the reader as his like childhood bsf! like moms were bestfriends and so now the kids are!
𖥔 fucker has been HOOKED since the very first day he saw you.
𖥔 your first kiss was definitely with him. no doubt. try and prove me wrong. it was during 8th grade and you guys both wanted to get your first kiss out of the way and it was perfect!
𖥔 you basically OWN his clothes. one time he walked into your house and you were in your p shorts and your his shirt and he was like “ um why are you wearing my shit” “ i have the bestfriend right”
𖥔 he acts like he hates it but in secret he really really loves it!
𖥔 secret looks! try and tell me wrong! especially during highschool bro. he’d so admire you from afar. watching you flirt with other guys besides him
𖥔 he’d be pissed
“ who is that guy”
“ why do you care?”
𖥔 then he’d go tell the guy old embarrassing stories about you when you were younger so they’d run away! you’d be pissed but chris would be cheesin like :D
𖥔 he’d so “joke” about making out
“ cmon please?”
“ get out of my face”
𖥔 he’s so touchyy
𖥔 arms are always wrapped around your neck as he’s behind you swaying or arms are always wrapped on your shoulder. prove me wrong. especially in his frat boy era. motherfucker is scaring off the hoes
𖥔 even your moms suspected something.
𖥔 one time you guys were just cuddling in the couch, you leaning into chris’s side while his arm was around you watching tiktok’s off his phone laughing every once and while when suddenly marylou walked into, face in shock looking at the two of you. she def asked chris what you to were and he would complain
“ just friends mom!”
𖥔 she would never believe it though and woukd gossip to your mom about it
𖥔 MATT AND NICK WOULD SO TEASE HIM ABT IT!
“ hey what if i wanted her?”
“ back off matt!”
𖥔 fans would love and hate you…
𖥔 you’d be in so many of their videos in the backround or besides chris! sometimes if he’s feeling very nice chris will sit in the back with you!
𖥔 bye so many edits of you and chris . you guys would so rate them too.
“ cmon this has to be a 10/10”
“ girl— these are the worst clips of us possible!”
𖥔 you’re literally the girl version of him ( poor girl who dates in…)
𖥔 i think what mostly drawn him to you was music! you guys basically have the same music taste, yours just include more girly music
𖥔 FIGHTING OVER AUX!
“ no one wants to listen to this taylor swift shit”
“ well i don’t want to listen to your rap stuff !”
𖥔 fights would sometimes happen over stupid shit but would end five minutes later
“ can we go get food pls”
“ pick you up in five”
𖥔 he’s so your comfort person! the amount of times you’ve cried on his shoulder or vise versa is insane!
𖥔 he has so much love for you bye
𖥔 you guys are in denial of your love!
#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#matt x reader#mattsturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo fluff#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets
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Sand, sand everywhere (Moon boys x Reader)
Word Count: 6,7 k
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
Pairing; Moon boys x Reader! Demigod
Summary: A magnet for trouble, is what all of them think of themselves as. Which isn’t far from the truth. It’s what brough them together in the first place. This time around though it leaves them tumbling through the dessert, survival the priority along with definitely a suspicious side-track quest option to explore.
/ Masterlist 2023 /
‘’Sand…fuck off.’’
Nothing changes. The sun remains glaring, scorching on my skin, not a whiff of a breeze the air still and stuffy, our surroundings the same. Sand everywhere. Above us a clear blue cruel sky, no clouds in sight. This is literally one of my nightmares from when I was a kid; how does one survive in the desert?
With half a water bottle at that, and two adult people intent on surviving for more than a day. Okay not to be too dramatic we've been walking for what feels like days, when in reality, we have been stuck in the sun in the middle of nowhere for a few hours. It's quite the change from dreary grey but right now dreamy London. Oh, how I miss the rain. I swear I will never ever again in my life complain about the rain.
‘’Isn’t there a saying, fight fire with fire?’’ I speak up breaking the silence again, ignoring the drips of sweat going down the sides of my face, the scarf I wrapped around my head a blessing and curse. I’ve had a white bombard jacket on me that got destroyed by a random dude who managed to grab me, Marc not far behind punching the fucker off me, the victim being my jacket.
I look at Marc’s back, the man wearing a white hoodie of all things, with camo pants and military boots. Always ready for everything. Meanwhile I’m left in my own to tightly tied boots, regular brown pants and a black t-shirt drenched of course, like I mentioned before in sweat, jacket destroyed and forgotten.
I wasn’t even supposed to tag along. The plan was to scoop out Helwan, a city part of Great Cairo. Mainly to avoid the tourist traps which weren’t our intent either way. Avoid the pyramids is the moto of the trip!
And by moto, I mean my moto. Not being a fan of enclosed spaces - which I can deal with don’t get me wrong - it's just not my personal favourite to crawl around in someone’s tomb. Plus, mummified, mummification all that…
I shake my head and shimmy my shoulders giving a small glare towards the man ahead of me. Thank you so much Steven for your endless depth in knowledge and explanation of mummification rituals and booby trap in tombs leaving me with nightmares on occasions. Bloody brilliant as he would say.
‘’Huh?’’ he finally responds, taking a sudden stop, enabling me to reach him my legs feeling heavier the more we make progress.
‘’Fire with fire.’’ I repeat looking at him nonchalantly, hands on my hips as I glance to the map he’s holding, and compass. Marc doesn’t even look at me, frown which is permanent to his ever-resting face deepening as he looks around. I don’t bother following his look, having noticed he has brought us exactly where one who is getting tired doesn't want to be. A giant hole with mountains of sand surrounding us on all sides.
‘’Do you think I can combine my fire with the heat? As in two elements clashing?’’ I ramble the heat getting to my head somewhat, my concentration, alertness and survival instincts having left a while back thanks to the unbearable climate. To prove my point, I raise my left hand rubbing my thumb with the rest of my fingers together, fire lighting up over my fingertips. It feels cooler sitting atop of my skin even as I spread my palm and let it dance in the middle of my hand.
‘’Ah watch the map, sweetheart.’’ Marc moves the said map away as if I was intentionally going to burn it ‘’And no I don’t think that will work. At least with your train of thoughts.’’
He pauses looking at my hand and up at me, gauging my expression half rising an eyebrow in question ‘’Not working.’’ I confirm bringing both hands together brushing them along, the flame disappearing leaving no trace behind.
‘’Save your energy, baby. Night won’t come in a few hours we still have a trek ahead of us.’’ only his voice softens as he speaks, his hard stoic look deepening as he turns to the map, looking around us as if something new is going to miraculously pop up any moment.
‘’Think positive, thoughts, positive thoughts.’’ I sigh trying not to get irritated ‘’Okay. Why don’t we just stop for a moment…’’ he continues to shuffle the map turning it sideways for some reason ‘’...and regroup because this isn’t going anywhere.’’
‘’We’re fine. I got this.’’ Short and direct Marc takes a step away but halts again.
‘’Aha.’’ I cross my arms watching him, turning towards me glancing uphill of the sand dune, then towards the sky squinting ‘’Why don’t you ask Stev…’’
‘’No, I’ve got it.’’ He's quick to stop me with a look too ‘’I may look lost, but I have a plan and I’m getting us out of here. I don’t break my promises.’’
He’s taking this seriously I mean as he should, but the bravado won’t help us if he gets us lost further even if it’s by accident ‘’I never even thought about you breaking any promises, love.’’ I'm still keeping my cool ‘’Just to share your burdens with me, remember? I might have never been in a desert like you Mr. Mercenary but I’m resourceful too need I remind you?’’
I quirk an eyebrow keeping serious, ignoring the skip of my heart thanks to the smirk he offers keeping his eyes on me, only after a few moments hinting at the map ‘’Oh I’m well aware of your resourcefulness baby.’’’ he muses ‘’I remember well. But like you’ve said I’ve been through this; I’m getting you out.’’
‘’Macho man to the rescue.’’ I grumble letting my arms drop taking half a step back to eye the dune ‘’I say we climb this to find an easier path to take than just, descending and climbing so much.’’
‘’Just wait.’’ he stops me, turning away again ‘’Why would we climb up a dune if our direction is the complete opposite one.’’
‘’To be honest babe, our direction doesn’t look like it’s too clear to you right now. Is the compass broken?’’
‘’The compass is not broken, why would…’’ he takes a deep breath trying to contain his own frustrations, eyes settling on me but softening as he turns sideways ‘’We’re headed west.’’
‘’Huh??’’ I immediately make a noise in question.
‘’They will be expecting us in the first town we get into.’’ he explains ‘’How many were after us, they have connections. So, we head west towards the sea. The Nile is way behind us. Towns in west are closer than the ones in North.’’
‘’Southwest.’’ I blur out Marc blinking at me in question as I try to remember the map of New Cairo, I took from our hotel lobby out of curiosity ‘’We don’t risk the chance of reaching Suez. I’m sure they will wait for us there too. So Southwest.’’
He stares at me unmoving for a solid moment ‘’Is your geography broken? Are you getting over heated?’’
Placing a hand on my hip I give him full attitude his double take making him hesitate in approaching me ‘’I don’t think you want to fall into argument with me about geography Mr. Spector.’’ I have jabs ready to send his way but refrain from doing so ‘’I’ll give you space to find the way in either case so I’m going this way.’’
Faster than him I reach the dune in two steps stubborn to climb it, even if I can hear him hot on my heel the map rustling ‘’Baby, don’t…’’ he calls after more rustling heard ‘’I didn’t mean to snap, I’m sorry. The heat isn’t helping, please don’t rush.’’
It’s easy to spiral into the flurry of emotions that are intensified by the heat which brings irritation into the mix, anger and frustration not too far behind. Its why I desperately want to keep calm and collected, trusting the man with my life after all with no complaints so far. And what do I get in return ‘’...a moody boyfriend, who wants to be the hero. Marine my ass, we’re in the dessert not the middle of the ocean, gods…’’ I continue grumbling under my breath the dance of trying to keep my balance beginning as the sand under me gives in, making me trip and almost fall the higher I go.
‘’I can hear your kind words, sweetheart.’’ Marc calls out a tinge of amusement in his voice.
‘’Uh huh, anytime hot shot.’’ I snip back, getting irritated by each stumble, landing on my hands every time, knees digging into the sand preventing me from rolling backwards or sideways ‘’Seriously thought, why pyramids, why the desert? Why didn’t we stop in Kefalonia and then side-tracked here? No, that old pigeon had to make it a priority of life and death, didn’t he?’’
‘’Careful, Y/N.’’ he warns as I stumble again.
‘’We just dove right into trouble didn’t we, head first! We are magnets for danger and bad things to happen…ahhh fuckl!! I end up flinching at something black in the corner of my eye, making an appearance. It stands out from the beige hues of the sand the creature turning out to be a scorpion.
‘’You okay babe?’’ Marc calls pausing as have I in our climb.
‘’Yeah, yeah just a scorpion it’s all.’’ I breathe out bringing fire to my left hand the flame bigger this time, slowly reaching towards the creature. My idea works out as the poisonous bugger turns away from danger. Making a grimace I keep my hand on fire even as I take a step higher the small creature not really running away just putting distance from us.
‘’Whatever you do, don’t let it sting you alright?’’
I roll my eyes patience disappearing like water dripping through fingertips, the heat and, dryness of my mouth starting to get to me ‘’Thank you for the warning, Captain Obvious.’’ I snap before I can stop myself, cursing under my breath harshly as another scorpion makes an appearance closer to where I rest my other hand, the fucker wiggling from underneath the sand. Bringing my flame closer in hopes of scaring the creature away it barely moves.
‘’Sorry for trying to look out for you…’’ Marc doesn’t sound too pleased gearing up for a tangent, which is another clear sign the heat is getting to him as well. His voice drifts to the back of my mind as I attempt to step higher placing both hands on the sand to steady myself, ending up bamboozled as a third scorpions makes an appearance the bugger jumping onto my right hand, the touch of its tiny feet or whatever immediately making me straighten up, and wildly swing my arm away thankfully the scorpion flying away as panic raises up my throat, and chest ‘’...not that you listen to me, being stubborn as you are…’’
Unaware of what’s happening Marc's voice continues to rant onwards getting his emotions out at least. My attention shifts onto the shifting of the sand which is not my doing as I’ve buried my knees into it, watching in horror as at first black dots make appearances, not stopping even as the scorpions peek out their tails following.
‘’AH FUCK, NOPE NOPE MARC RUN!’’ I end up totally and completely freaking out not waiting for them to get the chance to crawl closer, as I let my fear even if it’s irrational crawl from my chest and up my arms the mere thought of another tiny beastie touching me sending me into a different type of spiral where I want to cover myself in gasoline and burn myself alive.
Given my predicament, as I shout, I turn around jumping eagerly but carelessly away from the sand landing harshly on my ass, the momentum sending me sliding down towards Marc that watches in confusion, eyes squinting mouth opening to question me.
‘’What are…’’
‘’Run, run, nope, nope.’’ I rush reaching him in no time focused on watching where I’m going to land as I pick myself onto unsteady feet making progress downwards much faster than upwards, barely seeing Marc’s surprise as he sees and realizes what’s happening as I grab his arm fire retreating so I don’t burn him in the process of holding and dragging him with me.
The next few moments pass like a blur as panic fuels me, not even giving me the chance to breathe as we reach the bottom and end up running burning feet and muscles up the other dune. Not even arguing I push my boyfriend in front of me releasing the fire as if I’m a flame thrower towards the oncoming scorpions that cover the entirety of the sand behind us, death staring at our faces.
The little death bringers hiss as they get burned alive, but the others proceed to climb over their dead kin to get us. The feat of the climb would leave us breathless and whipped in normal circumstances – which these are obviously not. Reaching the top Marc unceremoniously grabs me by the back of my shirt, pulling me into himself as I retreat my flames drenched in sweat, and ongoing terror.
We are not given the time to recollect our thoughts or bearings as the world is spinning before my eyes, body hitting the ground again. I’m not sure if he pulls me with him or I pull him, but my eyes close shut as well as my mouth the tumbling and rolling down another dune unstoppable. Picking up speeding I get battered and heavily caked in sand disorientation akin to jumping into the ocean in the middle of the night.
Panic raises as I let out a muffled shout through my closed mouth, something grabbing my arm shadow passing above me resulting in something – someone - landing on me halfway squeezing air from my lungs. Giving into fate as I’ve got nothing better to do, or any other choice the fall ends after what feels like an intense few solid moments.
I expect fully to be tossed and pulled by gravity onto my face. My left knee first hits the sandy ground, body following, I end up hitting my head and crushing with upper body onto something solid, that’s definitely not sand, my hands catching me rather poorly digging into the hot sand.
Opening my eyes, I’m faced with a coughing Marc as he groans, face twisting in pain thanks to the impact he sustained with catching me his attempt at shielding me squeezing my heart when the realization hits me.
‘’Ah damn babe.’’ I rush breathless myself making quick work of getting off him straddling him over the stomach and with shaky hands brushing away sand from his handsome face as he lies with his eyes closed catching his breath ‘’Sorry my love and thank you for that.’’ I rush to say giving him a once over, his clothing lacking any and all colour of blood.
Before I can pepper the man in kisses as thanks, I turn around out of instinct ready for any kind of threat, the scorpions still freaking me out. I’m met with the dune and no sign of danger, the little beasties gone. So, while Marc regains his bearings I check where we landed, noticing a few raised mounds of sand still surrounding us. We’ve landed deeper than we were before, the dune behind us providing some form of shade.
‘’Don’t mention it.’’ Marc groans out squinting as the sun is shining directly into his eyes, prompting me to move and block it as I run my fingers through his slicked hair, and over his head making sure he isn’t injured ‘’Are you an angel?’’
The question has me looking at him pointedly his smile a dead giveaway that he is fucking with me. So, I mildly-lightly punch him on the chest proceeding to climb onto my feet ‘’Ouch. A rough angel.’’ he grumbles as I begin to brush sand that has once more made its way everywhere in my hair and clothes and other places.
‘’You love it.’’ I snicker offering him my hand. He glances from it to my face contemplating ‘’Awww babe you don’t trust me?’’ I joke watching as the man gets serious and grabs onto my forearm. With a literal skip as he pulls me forward for what I was ready he stands up in front of me, both hands settling over my hips, pulling me into him.
‘’Undoubtedly.’’
It always gives me almost a whiplash how quick he can change emotions. How he turns teasing into another level of seriousness and deepness. Guilt tugs at my heart as it’s his turn to touch and make sure I’m alright, ending up cupping my cheek meeting my gaze.
‘’I know love.’’ I offer a smile ‘’I trust you. With my life.’’ I reassure him, as he rests his forehead against my own, holding onto me, as I have my arms wrapped around his neck, even though I am standing on my toes Marc being taller than me. It never posed a problem, he’s always eager to bend down to get kisses. Mr Grumpy is in fact Mr Soft and needy for kisses - but don’t tell anyone that.
That’s until I run my tongue over my teeth, prompting me to run it up and down frown making an appearance as saliva gathers in my mouth.
‘’So, the West is not an option anymore.’’ Marc begins shifting, one hand finding mine as he takes half a step back looking around then upwards to the sky checking the sun and the tops of the dunes. Maybe Khonsu is making an appearance, the god of the moon making his disappearing act rather lengthy.
‘’Maybe we really should wait for the night. Then we can…you, okay?’’
I nod immediately, giving him a thumbs up by letting go of his hand as I turn my back to him taking a few steps away, spitting rather clumsily in my opinion bending down as a result as I try to spit out more of the sand that has gotten in my mouth.
‘’Gross.’’ He mumbles to which I hum in agreement turning around once I deem myself presentable feeling legit happy that Marc is turned away his attention focused on something directly ahead of him. Narrowing my eyes, I wipe my mouth as I step back to him, not even catching up as he out of the blue bolts forward in a rush, breaking into a run towards a smaller stack of sand.
‘’I wasn’t that disgusting, we all spit.’’ I complain, pouting, ready to sit down and wait for the night. Sitting or lying down whatever, just not moving is my goal. I am dehydrated, I am tired, and I’ve had enough life-death experiences to last me a while.
‘’Y/N!’’ Marc shouts rather excitedly and louder than I’ve heard him in a while. With teases and more complaints and whines dying on the tip of my tongue I speed my step approaching my boyfriend as he begins digging. Put of all the things that we could and most importantly should do.
I’ve learned a while back not to question the things my boyfriends tend to do anymore. There’s always a perfectly logical explanation to their actions, even if they look insane doing them. I watched silently as Marc switches his digging position pushing the sand away like a madman, making me rethink of a head injury - he might have a concussion, he did catch me and fell over hard.
Just as I’m about to question and stop him, the sand gives in Marc still digging to reveal stone. Flabbergasted as I look at our surroundings then back to the stone I drop down next to him following blindly uncovering a structure out of all things. The very peak of it.
‘’This is crazy.’’ I find myself stating in awe, quickly realizing we’ve stumbled onto a pyramid.
‘’Insanity.’’ My boyfriend laughs, stopping soon getting tired, dots of sweat littering his forehead, chest rising and falling visibly as he settles his hands on his hips, as I continue pushing the sand away having done it with not as much as rush as he did.
‘’Do you think…’’ he begins but quiets prompting me to stop and turn to look at him in question urging him on ‘’Do you think you could, do some of your magic maybe? To help us out?’’
In normal circumstances, I would go off him - all with good humour of course - Marc calling my powers magic, which no I don’t do magic. I control the four elements: it's completely different! And second the teases and comebacks from before for me not mucking around and needing to save my energy goes all out the window.
But then again these are not normal circumstances after all. And like I’ve said, the desert makes you do and act weirdly. Staying calm and cool is the way to go, even if right now I want to punch a hole in the earth. Oh, excuse me, sand.
‘’You do realize, which I’m realizing as it’s just hitting me the last two, three times I’ve used my powers we’ve been attacked??’’ he glances away then back at me the puzzles clicking in his mind too ‘’The bandits, the weird birds, the scorpions? I feel like the odds are against us.’’ I cross my arms looking at the sky like he did.
Being a descendant of a god, your fate is not to be so ordinary. Hence me meeting the avatar of Khonsu and falling in love with him sticking to the not ordinary path even in the love department. Wacky is the word to use here.
‘’Aren’t they always?’’ he signs deeply glaring at the stone, rethinking his plan immediately ‘’But you’re right. I won’t risk you getting hurt, we’ll just…’’
Knowing where he is going with this, and the change in air only now becoming noticeable as I focus on it, it's rather easy to reach outwards and feel the air move around us. Grasping a weak air current, I twist my wrist wrapping it around my hand, pulling on it with all my might.
‘’...we’ll just have to come back, and…what the…oh no Y/N…’’ Marc notices the shift as sand gets picked up, drawing it away from the stone. I give Marc a quick glance, confidence blooming in my chest as it’s going better than I’d imagined it to.
And then of course things go wrong.
The sand literally swallows me whole. Just like in cartoons.
‘’Y/N!!!!’’ I hear Marc’s desperate cry before everything goes black, thanks to my eyes closing automatically and well the sand eating me. You know, it is an irrational fear they’ve said. Sinking, it doesn't just happen. Frankly I am amazed as I’m not freaking out as much as one might in a situation as this one. It probably has to do with the fact that I don’t want any more sand in my mouth, or up my nose so far avoiding that happening. Oh yeah and I’m still sinking the sand pressing onto me from everywhere.
The stop is abrupt, not soon after leaving me completely turned around – again! This time around through lying on my back thank the gods, the lack of pressure on my front urging me to take a breath, joy legitimately sparkling in my heart at the lack of suffocation.
Taking it as a positive sign I crack my right eye open noticing the shade I’ve slid under. The shade is not the impressive sight, or thing to be amazed by. My gaze settles onto the clear sight of a pyramid that became partially uncovered in whatever I’ve triggered leaving what looks like an entrance exposed to light. The stones of the pyramid are white preserved thanks to the sand. There’s very little damage by first look everything looking picturesque. Tilting my head, I focus on the entrance lacking any barriers.
Peculiar. The sand doesn't seem to be sipping into the pyramid, so it means the lower part of it is in fact sunken. Or so it appears to be. Huh. There had been one too many coincidences today. Too good to be true rings in my head.
Goosebumps rising over my skin only confirm the unsettling feeling that passes through me. I offer a look towards the sky more so in question not expecting much to be revealed. And it’s not. Only that I’ve fallen into a sinkhole. Or something like it, the sand having crumbled in the weirdest way possible - definitely not natural. The shape of the dips makes no sense, and the disappearance of that much sand that enveloped me to go into nothing?
Strange things are on the horizon.
A particular grunt has me moving finally, the joints in my knee cracking as I push myself to look above my head. I observe Marc uncharacteristically, awkwardly and clumsily descend, kicking up sand catching himself on his hands in odd ways, not looking composed at all.
He looks angry. Why is he angry??
Still whipped out from my own fall and a moment of what I thought was my doom, I process things a bit slower, the lack of water a hard thing to ignore. So, I stare as my boyfriend lands on the ground catching himself on his hands, wasting no time with getting up and sliding to me like a baseball player would.
‘’Are you okay hermosa? Are you hurt?’’
I raise both eyebrows in surprise to see Jake fronting, the angry look making sense. And so do his hands that immediately touch, fingers pressing onto my neck checking for injuries not even waiting for an answer.
‘’No, I don’t think so.’’ I manage to find my voice letting him pull me into a sitting position, hands working firmly over my body. He even rolls his sleeves up, worry deeply etched into his face.
‘’Ah you should have been more careful…’’ he picks up a conversation out of the blue angrily his touch gentle as he takes a hold of my left hand examining it ‘’...shouldn’t have let her, in the first place pendejo…’’
It's not hard to figure out he’s arguing with his alters. So, I cup his cheek with my right hand bringing his attention to me, eyes blazing with fire ‘’It’s on me, mi amor.’’ I begin running my thumb over his cheek ‘’I went ahead and ignored Marc, okay?’’ offering a smile it doesn’t ease Jake’s frustration as he goes back to touching me, switching onto my right hand pressing a kiss on top of my knuckles making me know he’s not as angry as he looks ‘’I’m sorry.’’
‘’Nena, you have nothing to be sorry about…’’
Shutting him up in the most effective way I know, I lean forward practically punching him in the face, but luckily avoiding that, as I clash our lips together. And noses.
That doesn’t faze Jake what-so-ever as he sighs into the messy kiss, being the first one to tilt his head and easing it into a more sensual one, that I go along with eagerly. We’ve gone from watching movies together on the plane to a night that we couldn’t stop touching one another, to being almost killed more than I can count in one day, which feels like a lifetime to be honest. It's been too long since we kissed or took a moment to ourselves. Or maybe that’s just my love for them talking. I absolutely adore the men I am with, love them to bits and pieces as Steven would say.
The kiss doesn’t last long thanks to the dryness of our lips partially. I’d happily keep locking lips as long as we would need air to breathe but we are not out of trouble yet.
‘’Mi corazon you don’t always have to jump on my side to defend my silly hiccups.’’ I genuinely smile at his still serious expression that has loosened, without shaking off his worry ‘’Can you let Marc know, he’s not the one to blame? Like at all.’’ I give him a pointed look, Jake staring at me wordlessly, lips twitching as if he wants to speak but is mumbling to himself.
Looking towards the pyramid, thanks to his hand holding my own I can feel the change in his demeanour how his body tenses, shoulders subconsciously squaring up, the look he gives me emotionless for a moment.
‘’Babe.’’ I smile wider ‘’For an ex-mercenary you’re a lousy babysitter.’’
His eyebrows shot up in question as he looks at me fully confused ‘’Babysitter?’’ Marc's American accent comes through, hands not exploratory anymore instead wrapping around me, as he sits finally having been standing on his knees awkwardly this entire time.
‘’I’m a menace.’’ I muse referencing an inside joke. One of his neighbours, an older lady that looks like the queen of England to me, literally compared me to Dennis the Menace after the 4 random meet ups with her in the elevator, usually when we were coming back to Steve’s apartment.
He rolls his eyes at that, my boyfriend not entirely agreeing with that categorization ‘’I can handle you. We’ve established that, troublemaker.’’ The smirk he offers has me clicking my tongue and wiggling my eyebrows at the suggestiveness.
‘’Oh, we have yes. But a refresher never hurt.’’ To be extra I give him a wink, getting distracted after by a breeze ruffling my loose hair, ponytail giving in thanks to the tumble I’ve experienced. We both look towards the entrance of the pyramid reality crashing down. We are still stuck in the middle of nowhere.
‘’Raincheck?’’
I snort at that rolling my eyes at his eagerness to always get down and dirty so to speak. I have a retort already on the tip of my tongue, as I start to push myself to stand but get stopped by Marc’s calloused, slightly rough hands cupping my cheeks bringing my attention back to my once more worried boyfriend ‘’You are okay right?’’ he asks so seriously, eyebrows turning upright.
He’s blaming himself ‘’I will be after I get a kiss from you.’’ he softens, giving me a pointed look. So, I throw my arms around his shoulders to be close ‘’I’m serious.’’ I pout giving him puppy dog eyes for good measure. His pretty brown eyes take me in as he contemplates something, gaze darting to my lips two times. He closes the distance simply pressing his lips against my own. I don’t rush him knowing that something is going on in his head.
‘’Ah you see. I’m all better.’’ I speak as we part. But the man is still worried, even under all that serious gruffness, I can read him like the crystal blue sky. Because we are alike.
‘’Promise?’’ he pushes not fully convinced, but willing to let go.
‘’Cross my heart and hope to…’’ Due to another more heated glare I show my tongue before finishing my sentence, delivering a peck to the tip of his nose and on the corner of his lips ‘’Come on. Your adventure is right ahead of you.’’
Feeling energized and more like myself even if it's temporary, I jump to my feet letting Marc do the same and take the lead, following closely behind observing our surroundings. The day is not over yet.
‘’At least I can scratch ‘Tomb Raiding in Egypt’ off my never-want-to-do bucket list.’’ I mumble more to myself, as the sun hits us the feeling of unsettledness hitting me once more. It's as if we are being watched. And I’m sure Khonsu is somewhere around, or close enough but he doesn’t give me the creeps I have at the moment.
‘’Says the one who completed 3 of the Tomb Raider’s games.’’ Marc jests in return, hand brushing over my back as he pulls his sleeves back down his arms pulling me into the shade of the doorway, a frown drawing itself over my face.
‘’It's different.’’
Unsettled and rattled I zone in on the hieroglyphs beautifully preserved in the doorway we take shelter in, shade salvation in the heat and emptiness of the desert. I am not the best decoder nor a reader of them, Steven taking it easy with teaching me as Greek and Latin are hard enough to learn anew after years of not studying actively. What I can see is that someone important has been placed to rest in here at first glance.
‘’Wait for me here.’’
At Marc's statement I turn around immediately staring at him in disbelief ‘’Haaa? What for?’’
‘’I’ll be in and out. Khonsu said this should be trap-free and straightforward. This tomb belongs to an important scribe, but not so important to hide gold and traps. I just need documents. So, stay under the shade…’’ he proceeds to hand me the half empty water bottle that survived everything having been stored in his cargo pants ‘’...and wait for me. No arguing.’’
The last part he adds knowing how I’d react. The only thing keeping me back is him. I don’t want him to get stuck in his head and worrying about my safety all the time. His fear of assuming the worst bringing him endless stress and anxiety, something that I’m trying to get him to stop or at least lessen. I want to help him, make him happy because he deserves the world. And that’s something I’m willing to get for him. By any means necessary to.
Keeping my mouth shut I offer a nod leaning against the wall for effect to prove to him I’ll behave ‘’Good girl.’’ his voice dips lower as he presses a kiss to my forehead offering me a smile before he’s turning away hand running over his slicked hair. He disappears inside as if he’s been here a million times, not really checking his footing or anything.
What a hero huh? I can’t even smile at the thought as he takes things upon himself that he does not need to do so at all. He knows I’m a good fighter, knows my control over the elements provide a huge advantage making the impossible possible, but his stubbornness knows no bounds. So protective, they all are.
Despite my thoughts going astray trying to distract myself from imagining all the scenarios mainly from the video game I’ve played happening - yeah, I mean the death scenes - I reach into the cargo pants I’m wearing, getting my mini notebook out and a broken pencil that has not crumbled into dust.
Sitting down in the shade, I start to scribble and draw the symbols from one wall, ending mumbling out loud at the ridiculousness of my situation. Currently I’m left alone in the middle of the desert, my boyfriend exploring a few thousand years old previously untouched and undiscovered tomb he says isn’t dangerous, which isn’t reassuring even if he said it himself. I could have stayed in London. I could have ignored the world really and stayed in bed where everything is nice and wholesome.
Nahhhh who says no to life and death type adventures huh, where scorpions are out literally to get you, and men paid by other men trying to get your head for money. What a fun world we live in. To be fair, me being a descendant of the gods also…normality is not a word in my practice I can act upon.
Remembering the water bottle I placed on the ground, I take half a sip of it wanting to legit cry at the brief relief it brings. My throat closes quickly around dryness, it not being enough for anything. How spoiled I am having to remind myself to drink water every hour back home to right now being almost willing to kill for it. And yes, that sounds serious and unethical but it's so damn hot and I’m so thirsty…
My eyes flicker towards the entrance, fingers of my left hand grasping a handful of sand. I am weapon-less after all. The shifting of sand is loud from the darkness, my body tense as I’m ready for what by now I imagine a monster to jump out. Not to sound like a broken record but in normal circumstances this bounty of creative imagination would be welcomed.
I groan in relief as my boyfriend makes an appearance, shuffling outside body moving awkwardly as he stands with his hands raised in an ‘I come in peace’ position. He offers a nervous smile trying his best not to freak out by the dark grey spiderwebs that he has entangled himself into. It has even gotten in his hair, that has gone into an unruly mess of curls.
‘’Heya dove.’’ he greets sweetly ‘’Seems I’ve gotten myself a wee bit entangled at the moment, haven’t I?’’
‘’Just a wee bit.’’ I get on my feet taking him in, reaching for the spider web on his left hand, the substance sticking to me ‘’Oh it’s bljehkkk.’’ I make a face at the feeling. Raising my left hand, I point my pointing finger letting it act as a lighter. Bringing it over to the spiderweb I watch it spark and burn away spreading like lightning disappearing from Steven’s arm.
‘’Bloody hell.’’ my boyfriend flinches as I continue freeing him, pulling strands of him the effect more dramatic than the action ‘’Handy trick you’ve got there.'’ He compliments, making me genuinely smile as he is always fascinated by what I can do. A memory resurfaces of just a few months ago when a cold wave hit the UK, and I’ve resorted to using my fire to keep my boyfriend warm. Very cuddly couple of days I gotta say.
‘’Slight of hand.’’ I muse taking a step back to take him in, watching as he brushes his hands over his torso, back, hands, legs I’m sure feeling as if he has something crawling over his skin ‘’So what brings your charming ass back out? A dead end? A spider?’’
The tease slips my mouth as I try to keep my chuckles at bay, the soft glare that he gives me making me give him puppy eyes. He remains fidgeting.
‘’It’s not like ‘m cryin’ dove.’’ he points out, shaking his head, my smile not lessening. He does glance back at the entrance making me do so as well, the brief silence telling as he is hesitant with whatever he has to say. Or ask.
I’m usually the softest to Steven. What a lie I’m always soft for Steven. But Marc’s hero complex is the reason of my wavering. And a bit of ego. I want him to admit that I’m right for the job. I’m in his league, and capable of protecting him as well. Even if I really, really don’t want to go into a pyramid because I don’t define that as fun or intriguing, but given Steven is fronting…
‘’We need your fire.’’
Those are not the words I was expecting. In my dumbfounded-ness Steven comes closer raising his pocket flashlight ‘’Our flashlight broke. We are literally blind in there.’’ he pauses ‘’Marc wanted to spare you this experience and I do to my love, but it appears we are in need of your assistance I’m afraid.’’
Sweetly and slowly, he moves my arms from their crossed position taking my hands in his acting charming as ever the man not even aware of the hold he has on me and how much I cannot resist him especially when he asks this sweet and gives me puppy eyes.
‘’You need me to be your personal torch huh?’’
Despite his olive skin and the heat pressing down on the sand I see a faint blush hit his cheeks, the immediate shake of his head ‘’I wouldn’t put it like that.’’ he grimaces ‘’You’re more than that.’’
I begin giggling, closing in pressing an obnoxiously loud kiss to his right cheek.
‘’You’re my world.’’ I slip my hand into his ‘’Let’s go then, lover boy.’’
Shy Steven is back as he stutters something under his breath but follows eagerly. Bringing fire forth to my right hand still holding onto his, I light up the darkness not entirely safe from anxiousness but reassured given I have my boys with me. I don’t need more reasons to blindly follow them - after all I would go with them, or for them to the Duat if needed.
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the military au has me sooo hooked. like I can clearly picture the scenarios you are painting and it’s delicious!!
if possible would love to know what the nightshades think of Enid & her relationship w her packmates?
i get the impression that even though her personality isn’t the same as Nevermore she’s still caring enough to where her pack love and want to defend her from everything. And they do it cuz they genuinely care for Enid and not just due to her being their alpha??
im glad people are as interested as me ;-; this is an honor
BUT YES!! enid is very much loved and adored by her school, she's just.. too busy sulking from her feelings and stressing over her schoolwork to really notice
a purposeful decision to contrast what i think happened to her in nevermore! Where enid is very much known but just like bianca, since she's everywhere (all the clubs) and just as bright, she's seen as a lil bit irritating. Her not shifting kinda nails it down too
Now Enid during her second semester was known as someone you should back away from because news of how she got her alpha status spread fast and usually? its not everyday a teacher had to break apart a fight. Like they aren't that barbaric so for someone to get it from that..
yeah, yikes
but throughout the semester, enid manages to prove them wrong because while she doesn't know what to say at times, wincing over her words. The pack knows that she listens to taylor swift while working on her essays, she's so caring with the normies whenever they have to do their work immersion-
enid's sweet, she's just built to be this kind person and while she's more withdrawn, she shows parts of herself from before. You can see it in the way the twins fuck up a sweater during class and the next time, its sewed up or even when enid grumbles, she always makes sure to come with omega whenever she wants a snack run. The next day, there's a pile on the table and a note that says "so you can stop running around"
as for the nightshades.. honestly, yoko's jelly asf. Like there's something very annoying in the way twin two easily lays his arms around enid that has her remembering the way they hung out before. The way he chatters off her ear is so reminiscent that she wants to go over and wring his neck
like she's the bestie! not that irritating ass omega and certainly not an irritating shithead that looks like a lanky fucker
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Thor Bridge pt 2
The Gold King has come to hire Holmes to prove his mistress (?) did not kill his wife.
That is a very strange statement.
"My love faded. If hers had faded also it might have been easier. But you know the wonderful way of women! Do what I might, nothing could turn her from me. If I have been harsh to her, even brutal as some have said, it has been because I knew that if I could kill her love, or if it turned to hate, it would be easier for both of us."
Are you... trying to excuse abusing your wife by explaining that you did it to make her hate you?
I don't think that argument is as sympathetic as you think it is.
"Then came Miss Grace Dunbar. [...] The whole world has proclaimed that she also is a very beautiful woman. Now, I make no pretence to be more moral than my neighbours, and I will admit to you that I could not live under the same roof with such a woman and in daily contact with her without feeling a passionate regard for her. Do you blame me, Mr. Holmes?"
Yes.
"I do not blame you for feeling it. I should blame you if you expressed it, since this young lady was in a sense under your protection."
Holmes understanding the innate consent issues of employer/employee power dynamic relationships here and restoring my faith in the human species.
"I'm not pretending to be any better than I am. I guess all my life I've been a man that reached out his hand for what he wanted, and I never wanted anything more than the love and possession of that woman."
You know that it doesn't make it better if you say 'I accept who I am and who I am is a piece of shit,' right? You can't just brush things under the rug by acknowledging that they're bad. You've missed out the whole step where you try to be a better person. That's an important step. If you acknowledge that you're a piece of shit and then choose to remain being a piece of shit, that's actually kind of worse than if you hadn't acknowledged it in the first place.
And 'possession'? Please someone save that poor woman. He'll get bored of her in a few years as well and try to convince her to hate him by abusing her.
"I said to her that if I could marry her I would, but that it was out of my power. I said that money was no object and that all I could do to make her happy and comfortable would be done."
"Very generous, I am sure," said Holmes with a sneer.
Holmes is best boy right here. I am living for this sneer. He is not letting this fucker pretend that he's a reasonable human being.
"When I had sworn—as I did—that she should never be molested again, she consented to remain."
So you had previously been molesting her? Is what you're saying. If I'm reading this right. The word has no doubt shifted in meaning since this story was written, but I'm still willing to bet it wasn't anything good.
"She knew the influence she had over me, and that it was stronger than any other influence in the world. She wanted to use it for good."
She really said 'here is an abusive, would-be adulterer who sexually harassed me and uses his power and influence to control and hurt people' and then went
✨I can fix him!✨
Oh, sweetie, no.
(Well, at least this is the story according to him)
"She believed and said that a fortune for one man that was more than he needed should not be built on ten thousand ruined men who were left without the means of life."
Well, she's not wrong about that.
...we had the address of Sergeant Coventry, of the local police, who had first examined into the affair. He was a tall, thin, cadaverous man, with a secretive and mysterious manner...
'Cadaverous'? Really? Must you go out of your way to insult everyone at every turn, Watson? You couldn't even think of an animal to compare this poor man to, you just went to 'yeah, he looks like a corpse'?
And your friend, Dr. Watson, can be trusted, I know.
You wouldn't be so sure of that if you knew how he was going to describe you.
"Don't you think there might be a case against Mr. Neil Gibson himself?"
I really hope so.
A path led us through the pheasant preserves...
I have never read a more 'landed gentry' phrase in my life.
"I will be at Thor Bridge at nine o'clock. G. DUNBAR."
I do note that the note is not addressed to anyone in particular. Which seems like it might be important.
And Holmes agrees with me that not hiding the murder weapon is a dumb thing to do and therefore it's more likely to have been planted.
So far the only suspects we have other than the woman already in jail are the husband and Mr Bates who seems to really enjoy talking about how terrible his employer is.
The husband doesn't seem to fit, alas, unless this is a very elaborate double bluff, and we only had one of them the other day. Mr Bates doesn't appear to have a motive, but that doesn't mean he doesnt have one. He does seem determined to discredit the guy who wants Miss Dunbar set free.
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Okay so I saw art on here the other day of Deku leaning over a casket with bakugou in it, in his hero uniform. And it inspired this fic. I wrote this in like an hour - it’s not edited, sorry.
FOUND THE ART - beautiful bkdk art by Bleedingivorydraws
You can also blame @z-mizcellaneous-z because we had a quick little idea abt a super angsty fic so they put me in the mood. *no worries bestie! I’m just joking around. I love you! /plat and I’m kinda thankful for getting this out!
Also, please get tissues ready when reading this cuz I fucking was sobbing writing it.
Still The Wonder Duo
“Remember when we were little and we had planned to become heroes together? We would play heroes all day long. You’d always wanna be All Might and you would let me be All Might too. It was nice when we would switch who was All Might. But even on days when I was All Might I still looked at you; still followed your lead. You were my hero even then. You were so overwhelming to watch, but I could never look away.
“I remember when we got our All Might trading cards too. I was so happy we’d gotten the same one. I knew we’d be together forever because that’s how little kids' brains work. We got the same card at the same time and it proved that destiny was real.”
Izuku sniffles and eyes shift to the card currently laying visible under black and orange gloved hands. Izuku’s own hands cover a majority of them and he can barely see the blood on the corner.
“Destiny is a bitch.” He whispers to himself and shakes his head trying to quell the still steady flowing tears down his cheeks. “You think you’ll get All Might to sign it wherever you both go? You know he will.”
Deku swallows tightly, lump in his throat, but he refuses to start sobbing. He needs to have clear enough eyes right now. Needs to keep soaking in blonde hair, the angles of pale skin, the new scar covering the right side of a face he’s known since they were children. Take in the sharp point of a nose and the curve of lips he’s only recently discovered the taste of; he reaches to cradle the cool sharp jaw of his childhood best friend in his palm. His other hand grips tightly to black and orange gloves, placed over a nonmoving stomach.
“We didn’t even get to go on a date yet.” He wishes red eyes would snap open at this confession and Kacchan would glare at him tightly and grumble: “all the good places got destroyed, shitty nerd. But let’s ditch these fuckers and i’lll make something back at the dorms before the extras show up and ruin it”.
Izuku would have laughed and used OFA to get them back to the dorms. They’d get to the kitchen and Kacchan would have him start cutting vegetables for whatever meal he’d make for him. And then yell at Deku when he didn’t like the cuts he’d make. He imagines Kacchan would wrap his arms around him, hands placed over his own to guide him in a demonstration of proper cutting and chopping techniques. And once Izuku would have completed his task he’d have sat on the counter next to the stove while Kacchan cooked for them - stealing as many kisses as he could. Then they’d move to eat at the island, ankles wrapped around the other. He’d try to steal Kacchan’s food, and they’d argue that it was the same food in each bowl. But Izuku would want Kacchan’s because Kacchan’s food was always better. He’d have those wonderful, bright, red eyes on him again. He’d have been happy just to see the intensity of Kacchan’s eyes bare into his soul for one last time. He would have -
“Kacchan - ” Izuku chokes on his next breath, because its a vision of a life they won’t have anymore. One he’ll never have again. Because the person he’s supposed to share his life with is lying before him in a casket. For someone so lively in life it's terrifying and wrong to see him so still. “Kacchan - “ He chokes again, chest tight and constricting. The tears are coming in stronger.
He rests his chin on his bicep. It’s an awkward angle, but he needs to be able to breathe in the caramel, smoke and sweat of Kacchan’s orange jacket without moving his eyes away from his face.
Izuku had been sitting outside the dorms with Kacchan, enjoying one of the last nights before they were sent out to fight. The late may nighttime air had turned chilly and Izuku had just about to suggest they head inside when Kacchan shucked off his favorite orange jacket and draped it over Izuku’s visibly shivering shoulders.
“But what about you?” He’d asked.
Kacchan had shrugged, “I run hot,”
Izuku hid a smile into the collar and breathed in deep. “Kacchan gave me his jacket.”
“Yeah, well,” He’d rolled his eyes, like it didn’t matter but Izuku could just make out a blush across Kacchan’s cheeks, “Don’t expect it everytime, Deku.”
“Okay.” He giggled into the coat.
Kacchan had rolled his eyes again, then lifted his nearest arm. Deku had taken the invitation and scooted the half a foot over to curl up into Kacchan’s chest.
“After all this is over, I’m going to date you so damn hard.”
“You can’t make dating into a competition, Kacchan?”
“Fucking watch me.”
“I already do.”
Kacchan had huffed in embarrassment, but Izuku knew he liked it. He shifted up in his hold and kissed what he could reach - the edge of Kacchan’s jaw. Kacchan of course didn’t think that was enough and had turned his head to press his lips firmly to Izuku’s. Izuku had felt like he was in heaven; the happiest he’d felt in a long time.
Now he’s struggling to find those kernels of happiness as the body under his hands remains cold.
“I wish giving you your jacket back would make you warm again. But I know your pride won’t let you take it back.”
Izuku stares at Katsuki Bakugou and studies his features till his breathing has returned to a relatively normal pace and the tears are no longer destroying his image of victory.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there.
But he knows it’s not long enough.
“Izuku,” A hand appears on his shoulder and Deku jumps and turns to look into a grey and blue eye. Shoto. Next to him stands Kirishima, his own red eyes - not the red that Izuku is desperate to see though - are filled with unshed tears. “It’s time to go, Izuku.”
Fear rises up quickly in his chest and he chokes once more on his breath, “What?” He turns to look at Kacchan, waiting to see an eyes roll and for him to tell them both to ‘fuck off’ till he was ready. But all that remains is a peacefully blank expression. “But… but…” He can feel the panic rise, “It hasn’t been long enough. We only just got here… we can’t…”
“Izuku,” Shoto squeezes his shoulder, “It’s been 5 hours.”
“NO.” Izuku shakes his head. He can’t look away from Kacchan. He has to be with him. Screw Kacchan’s pride, Izuku will walk with him till they get to his resting place. “No, it’s not time. I can’t leave him.”
“We have to go, Midobro.” Kirishima sniffles. “They have to take him back.”
“They can’t have him,” He growls and shoots his friends a glare so sharp he sees them take a tentative step back. Good. His eyes go back to Kacchan.
He hears shifting next to him, Shoto’s hands leave his shoulders; but he doesn’t look away. Trying to memorize blonde hair and how it sits just so, the way it felt to hold Kacchan’s cheek, the arch of eyebrows when doing something stupid, the way pink would tinge across his nose when Izuku would stare too long. He wants to see it now.
“Midoriya, It’s time to go.” A new voice says.
“No.”
“Midoriya, I will lift you out of here. Let’s not make a scene.”
“I don’t care. I can’t just leave him. He promised.”
“Promised what?”
Izuku can feel the tears welling up again, throat tightening and his words are voiced just above a whisper, “That we’d do this together. Side by side. He promised.”
“Okay, okay.” The new voice soothes, “He will always be with you. No matter what. He’ still with you, tied to your soul. So it’s okay to leave; because he has never left you.”
Izuku is surprised at the words and turns to look to his left to see Aizawa-sensei squatting near his knee. His eyes are red and not from quirk use. They shine like he just put eye drops in. “Sensei,” Izuku whispers.
“Come on, Midoriya. One more goodbye.”
Izuku gasps and turns back to Kacchan. Goodbye? No. no no no no no. he can’t say goodbye. It’s not time yet. They stil have so much they need to do.
He didn’t realize he was shaking his head and muttering until Aizawa places a hand on his knee, “You have to. It’s time.”
“NO!” He shouts. He can’t he can’t he can’t he can’t -
“We can do this the hard way or you can walk out of here on your own.”
He doesn’t remember what he answers, just tries to touch Kacchan one more time. Maybe he tried to wake him? Maybe he tried to kiss ice cold lips one last time. Tries to run his fingers through golden hair onc last time. But one second he’s sitting and the other he’s benign held tight to Aizawa’s chest and carried away from Kacchan.
“Kacchan!!” He screeches, tyring to see past Aizawa’s shoulder. “NO! No you can’t make me leave him! He can’t leave yet!!”
He tries to push away, but he’d been pretty week from the fighting and hadn’t been eating much since the final battle. He was weak. Kacchan would be so mad at him. Well he’s mad at him too.
“YOU PROMISED!” He yells, tears are flowing freely now, blurring his vision, “You fucking promised we do this together! You’re not allowed to leave me! You hear me! Please!!”
They’re getting further away, kacchan drifting farther away from him. He can make out other people on the edge of his peripheral; but they don’t matter. No else matter right now..
“Take me back! You can’t leave me! Kacchan please! Please please please! You’re mine they can’t have you!”
He cries and tries to escape Aizawa’s hold but his hold is too tight. Izuku gets one last glance at Kacchan’s bright blonde hair and fitted in his hero suit - looking as gorgeous as ever. As beautiful as he should be as Izuku’s symbol of victory. And then they turn a corner and he’s gone.
“NO!” He screeches once more, “Kacchan! Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan - “ He cries. He sobs. He can’t do this without him. It hurts without him. They were supposed to do this together.
“It’s going to be okay, Midoriya. It’s going to be okay.” Aizawa tries to soothe him.
“Kacchan - “ Izuku sobs into his Sensei’s shoulder. He can only say the name of his future. He thinks of what could have been. Sobs for the person who should be holding him currently. Sobs for his closest person. Sobs for a boy who was gone too soon; for a boy who was only just coming into himself.
Izuku passes out against Aizawa’s shoulder, Kacchan’s name on his lips.
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(HEAVILY suspect genshin 4.2 AQ weekly boss leaks, massive spoiler if its legit etc etc but take with a Colossal grain of salt, also general 4.0 & 4.1 spoilers jic, i am going moderately insane)
i would like to formally apologize in advance for the person im about to become if childes whale (or 'it' more likely than not) is genuinely going to be the 4.2 AQ weekly boss what the fuck. What the fuck
Listen. Listen. Listen.
ive been saying for YEARS that this fucker is a bigger deal than just he hee minor miniboss turned neutrally aligned friendly rival on the fatui harbinger gauntlet. ive been coping ive been starving seeing him get literally no relevance or new abyss lore for years as fanon butchered his character beyond recognition. but i knew. i knew they werent putting those lore breadcrumbs in there for nothing and like. im trying not to lose my mind just yet its still highly suspect claims but. itd make so much sense. itd explain everything.
the oratrice was not wrong. if the primordial anti-french bathwater is connected to the whale all along its no wonder it deemed childe guilty as the one with 'its' traces remaining on him all this time especially as the latent yet-untapped power resulting from that past encounter has clearly begun to surface. theyre registering as one and the same to the oratrice. and for the whale to end up as a weekly boss its Very clear theres an explicit link there.
and like? if the whales been behind fontaines rising sea levels and tied to the primordial water all this time lurking somewhere just underneath the nation of hydro im just. was childes instinct to come to fontaine specifically due to his worsening mood rly much coincidence at all or was 'it' beginning to call for him due to sensing that hed soon be ready to awaken his potential? his stories suggest quite clearly that this was what happened when ajax was 14 as well - the abyss called to him as did he to it, frustrated as he was with his ordinary life, seeking the potential he had within. ready to nurture his trouble-mongering nature into a true force of chaos and a nexus of strife. isnt this just the same thing all over again?
and the celestial star-cruising whale is his constellation. that kind of link isnt giving me a "chance encounter you happen to get latent powers from". and for skirk to explicitly state that awakening 'it' was a feat unheard of before ajax. that no one had ever done it before. theyre deeply intertwined if not outright the same entity on some cosmic level - just different incarnations somehow. shits getting Real and i fucking knew there was something up YEARS ago
anyway hooooly shit i am going to fucking lose it i really really hope its real. and like sure sure knowing its coming is technically a spoiler but also not really? bc now its just the how and why and when. is skirk going to finally show up? is childe going to summon 'it' either on accident or on purpose? would he utilize the imminent threat the whales presence poses to force both furina and neuvillette into emergency mode given how abyssal creatures are literally kryptonite for dragons and celestia-approved divine beings alike? is that why traveler ends up having to face it instead? bc those 2 would literally get irreversibly corroded by the abyss from one hit?
alternatively, will childe want to fight it? bc ppl dont talk about this for some reason but hes always had a voiceline about what we now know 100% was 'it' and bro genuinely wants to go back to the abyss full send just to throw hands with the whale to prove hes surpassed the past terror that gripped him upon their first encounter and that hes overtaken it with his own power. which with the new lore drops of their deep connection definitely isnt giving childe replacing and becoming the new incarnation of the abyssal star-whale at all nuh-uh. surely. (i want it so bad)
anyway. holy shit. heres hoping this doesnt just age like shit DUFYDUGHFGDJSHDK i really want an AQ final fight thats not just harbinger of the week for the 4th time in a row. theyre fun and all and like yeah arguably childes ties to it kinda make it a harbinger fight but also not? bc this is about his abyssal links nothing to do with being in the fatui. and its the whale anyway not him per say
anyway heres hoping we get that 3rd final boss fight to the death with him in the celestia arc for once and for all when hes finally reached his peak. first we fight him at his incomplete level in liyue. then his abyssal whale. then 3rd time him in his final form thank youuu
but like. still emphasizing. this is NOT reliable leaks or confirmed yet so hold your horses. very sussy whisperings from some ppl who do have somewhat of a truthful track record but nothing concrete. i just went insane enough with the very idea that my brain made me type this madness out regardless
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Heya ^^ For the fic requests, how about some Logince hurt/comfort with a protective Logan? Platonic or familial, whichever you prefer!
I hope this is enough protective Logan for you, maybe not enough hurt but it is for sure cute!!
A Hero's Prince
Every year a festival took place to celebrate the kingdom. It was a happy affair full of people rejoicing and singing, dancing and playing, but there was always at least one family that didn't rejoice, one family that was left instead to mourn. This year, it would be Roman and his brother. The kingdom's celebration came with one major caveat, during the time of the celebratory activities, a sacrifice was chosen, a person, young of age, was randomly selected to be thrown into the river which was said to house the creature that had blessed their lands. Roman was beginning to believe the selection wasn't random, but was instead meticulously chosen so that people the king could get rid of potential enemies. Roman had first started suspecting this five years ago as he noticed the people who were chosen were ones the king had had issue with. Roman said nothing as it wasn't his place. He was a royal knight and his duty was to protect the royal family.
However, things took a turn for the worse when Roman was assigned to protect the king's only son, a young man who was wise beyond his years, and deeply condescending. At least, that's how Roman had viewed Prince Logan when they first met. The prince was constantly correcting him on information and on the most minor of things, it drove Roman up a wall, until he realized Logan did it to himself too. Whenever the prince got someone wrong he would beat himself up over it, berating himself until he got it right. It was heart breaking to watch the prince live under the confines of toxic perfectionism, and Roman started a plan to work him out of it.
He hadn't planned to fall in love.
Logan was passionate, intelligent, and he truly wanted the best for his citizens. Roman was happy to watch him from the sidelines until Logan asked if Roman would become his permanent guard. It had been a hard conversation where Roman eventually admitted his feelings. In return, the prince admitted his as well. From that moment on his duties as guard were coupled with his duties as boyfriend, quiet kisses in the garden where no one could see, nightly discussion about the fate of the county. It was beautiful, until they were found out.
The king had noticed something was strange, and he had taken it upon himself to figure out what had changed in his son. Roman remembered the day the king found out, he remember the cold quiet 'you're days are numbered' that echoed through him. Logan said he would protect him, but Roman knew there was no protection from this.
He and Remus sat together on the floor of their house, a single family dwelling that they had made into a home. Remus was doing his best to keep a smile on his face, telling jokes and laughing about running away together. Roman knew it wasn't possible though. If he tried to run, he would be hunted, and honestly, he preferred his chances with the beast below.
"You don't have to do this," Remus muttered, "I'm a monster fucker, I'd go down for you instead."
Roman just shook his head, he felt like his heart had been ripped out, and he hated the idea that Logan might be feeling the same. "I... I don't know if I can find away out, but I have to." He looked at Remus. "The King can't keep getting away with this, something has to change."
Remus shook his head. "You have no proof that he's doing anything." It was true, Roman had no proof that the king was manipulating the results, and that certainly wasn't something he could prove in two hours.
"Will you avenge me brother?"
Remus leaned in and hugged Roman. "The only reason I'm not painting the streets with blood now is because you so nicely asked me no to."
Roman laughed, holding his brother tightly until there was a knock on his door. The guards had been watching their house all day, making sure Roman wouldn't try to escape, but he wouldn't do that to his kingdom, even if he knew the selection was rigged. He looked at the other guards, nodding to them as they began to lead him towards the sacrificial platform, the crowd growing still and quiet. Roman had almost hoped that Logan would have stopped by before the ceremony, he didn't want their goodbye to be so personal and informal, but he wasn't even in his designated seat when Roman was dressed in the ceremonial garb. The pain began to hit him as he stood on the platform alone. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready for it. He wanted to be there to protect his brother, to stand by Logan's side. There were so many things he still wanted to do with his life, he wasn't ready for it to all be over.
His eyes misted with tears as he heard the last part of the speech be given. He felt the platform shift, giving out beneath him, and he fell.
Roman closed his eyes, desperate to figure a way out of this now that it was actually here. He hadn't even given Logan a proper good bye.
As the thoughts in his head swirled around, fighting for some kind of escape, he felt something wrap around his arm, jerking him back up. It hurt, it bit into his flesh, but he was dragged back up the cliff side until he was once again on the platform, wrapped up in arms he knew too well. Roman clung to Logan, taking in the fact that he was here, actually here, and barely hearing the words his boyfriend spoke.
"My father has been lying to all of you. This practice is not a practice of joy or reverence, it is a practice used by the royal family to protect itself, one to keep people submissive." His arms were wrapped around Roman protectively, keeping him hidden from the rest of the world. "The candidates are chosen by those of royal blood once they have turned 30 in order to protect the secret, but I have found out this secret, and I have no intention of continuing this practice."
He stood, taking Roman with him. Roman had always thought he was the strong one in the relationship, but the way that Logan was able to completely manhandle him was not an unwelcome surprise.
"Especially not when this practice was used to attempt to separate me from my boyfriend." Logan almost yelled that bit, turning to face someone specific, and Roman wondered if Logan was addressing his father. It didn't much matter at this moment did it? He had almost died and Logan had protected him and saved him. Logan, the prince, was still holding him now, publicly in front of the whole kingdom. "You have two choices father, abdicate, or drop this platform again and lose me forever."
Roman stiffened. He wasn't ready to die, even if it was in Logan's arms, but his boyfriend just rubbed his back gently. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. The world can not stop me from protecting you.
"I will not have a traitor as a son." The king spoke, and as the platform fell again, Logan grabbed the rope he had used earlier, tossed it around one of the lower beams and told Roman to hold on.
The scaled the cliffside rather than falling, dropping into the bank of the river.
"Logan! What did you do?!" Roman asked, appalled and afraid. Logan just smiled sheepishly.
"What is the point of a crown if I can't use it to protect the people I care about?"
"You stupid sap." Roman gently hit his chest, resting his head on Logan's shoulder. "I am your knight, I am supposed to protect you."
"And I am your partner, we are supposed to protect each other."
They were both silent for a few moments, clinging to the freedom they now had.
"Wait," Roman pushed away, "What about my brother? He will be a target now, won't he."
Logan smiled and shook his head. "That's what took me so long, I had to stop by and tell him the plan. We already have a meeting spot. What do you say, will you run away with me Roman Prince?"
The other man blushed, shaking his head and taking off the stupid ceremonial robes. "Yes."
#Untypical Creations#Sanders Sides#Sanders Side fic#Fanfic#Logan sanders#Roman Sanders#logince#kingdom au#remus sanders#hurt/comfort#more comfort than hurt
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So my sister dm’d me in discord a while ago and this was the convo we got out of it
This is literally me and my sis going kinda batshit on a whole ‘Analzying Chuuya Nakahara’s intelligence’ that turned into ‘Analyzing and Comparing Sokouku smarts’ or something like that, so you’re gonna get this shit word for word cause I needed to share this, since it also came from a few hints of hcs made up on the spot and I thought that’d be funny XD
WARNING THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG FUCKER OF A POST CAUSE WE RAMBLED-
italics is my sis
bold is me
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So like, imagine that when Chuuya was younger, many mafia members believed he wasn't all that bright, nor was he anything besides the strength of his ability. Normally, people who meet him for the first time would have some what of similar idea of him; not really smart, brash, hard headed, loud, angry, you know, the works.
They fail to realize that there is more to him than what they think, and that he is much smarter and more intelligent than they realize, he simply has a different way of thinking. We all know why people think he's a naturally angry person, which isn't entirely off the mark since Dazai gets on his nerves so easily and he acts out violently, but he may not only be calm, but also a really chill, passionate and empathetic person.
And I say empathy because the thought of him trying to understand every possible problem a human may face as best as possible is oddly fitting.
He may not speak intelligent words, but he is quite smart, it's just applied differently. If he has a good understanding of someone, he can calculate what they may do or say in certain situations like with Dazai, cause no one can guess what he's thinking, even most people in the Mafia, but Chuuya has a pretty good grasp on who Dazai is.
So Chuuya might be more people smart than academics smart, not to say that he isn't academically smart though. His train of thought is less of a complicated monologue, and more of a complicated visual unfolding in front of his eyes that only he truly understands. Not to mention, he might be pretty good at thinking out of the box, like spiritually or less in a creative way and more in a 'I can resonate with your soul' kind of way.
I can also totally see this misconception as a side effect of just who Chuuya is often seen around. Most of the people in the Port Mafia are freakishly smart, not many are any short of genius, and that can also technically include Chuuya when thinking from the 'People Smarts' perspective he has.
If anything, he probably also doesn't see himself to be anywhere as smart as them, undermining himself and his own abilities and smarts from always being the second to a person, never the first. So he doesn't put himself on such a high pedestal in intelligence, compared to all of his coworkers and superiors.
But if anything, Chuuya is smart in a way none of them would understand, like you said, I feel that even Mori would struggle to understand Chuuya, simply because of the way he must have been brought up, thinking that people were made for using, and not much else. Chuuya is probably the person who understands human emotions the best out of anyone in the Mafia, and as a result, fits perfectly with Dazai as the other half of Sokouku. It could also be said that a lot of people would think the people smarts thing lies in Dazai, when really, he simply understands how to manipulate the human emotions, and not so much understand them.
This same thing goes with your 'Chuuya wanting to understand every possible humane problem' thing. This in a sense of, people thinking Dazai would better fit that role because of his own inhumane being, when really, it doesn't fit, because Dazai always sees himself as 'Non-human', but doesn't have any will, want or motivation to prove himself wrong, but this trait shows in Chuuya, the part of Sokouku that's the most humane.
Definitely. Chuuya is constantly surrounded by people who are smarter than him in critical, tactical and strategical thinking that it makes him look clueless or, dare I say, dumb. Chuuya understands people best not only because he wants to be as humane as possible, but also because he understands those certain feelings.
In the Mafia an emotionless front or reaction to things is key, essentially ‘get used to and accept it’. Chuuya definitely is used to it and accepts it, but he doesn't let that desensitize him to emotions or certain situations as much as others, he reacts completely genuinely in accordance to his feelings.
Dazai is a master at manipulating people, but feeling and understanding emotions is a concept that Chuuya thrives in more than him and people don't often see that. Dazai triggers, exploits and mocks people's emotions while Chuuya considers, processes and understands them.
Chuuya has such a unique way of thinking to the point that, you may know the basics or something to the level of Dazai, but you will never truly be able to picture, imagine, understand nor comprehend what exactly is going on in his head. He may be predictable to some, but he's got lots of wit and thinks quickly in battle too.
Another thing. I think Chuuya’d be good at things like pick pocketing, making distractions, preservation and just general survival. He used to be on the streets (with the Sheep) so he'd definitely pick up a hell of a lot of street smarts that may not sound like something you would think to be all that useful to him, but are much more important than one would expect.
so, simply put, Dazai is put on more of a pedestal than Chuuya when it comes to human emotions, whilst in reality Chuuya is the more experienced one.
it's also said in the anime where Dazai states that he memorized and knows all of Chuuya's tactics, mannerisms, behavior and whatnot, but we can also very clearly see through Chuuya's actions alone that he's got the same reading with Dazai, even when he doesn't fully understand Dazai, since neither of them completely understand each other, but know more about one another than anyone else ever could know.
For Dazai, the understanding is more pronounced, explicit. While for Chuuya it's more subtle and implicit, a diverse dynamic of understanding people and showing that in different ways.
Perhaps Dazai picked up on the fact that Chuuya knows more than what opinions of him people are hooked on, but he still doesn't know to just how far that extent goes, showing there's still quite a bit of each other they need or have the desire to uncover.
You are definitely right there. The two of them might not fully understand each other, but they see a hell of a lot more than other people could ever hope to dream of.
Dazai is placed on a pedestal for various reasons; respect, fear, his status, Mori's favoring of him etc, whilst Chuuya has none of that, but he has a useful ability and great loyalty to the Mafia. They balance each other out in their own traits. Dazai is academically smart, strategic, manipulative and has high status, while Chuuya is people smart, strong, resilient, loyal, street smart, and in a way he's unassuming.
When I say unassuming, I mean this in more than one sense; he has a petite figure, doesn't seem all that bright, hot headed, doesn't think for himself, but not only is some of that wrong, but also extremely useful to keep under wraps, as a way to manipulate people without all the mind games that Dazai does. He just looks like an angry teenager.
I believe that Dazai not only acknowledges that Chuuya is much smarter than he appears, but he also respects that. Dazai himself knows how hard it is to understand him, and to see that Chuuya has a good enough grasp on who he is to be able to make a good deduction on his ulterior motives, or that fact that he had a motive in the first place, is impressive. He also prides himself in knowing Chuuya so well, of course because he's Dazai.
They may never fully understand each other, but Chuuya knows best that humans were never made to be fully understood in the first place, they are fascinating, yet fickle in such a way. Maybe he even believed that it was slightly pathetic in a way, while also acknowledging that he too will never fully understand humans, but he tries to understand as much as he can anyway
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Yeah, I love talking to my sis about this stuff. We both just toss ideas at each other through text and over analyze stupid stuff, and also ramble like mad men, which led us to this new kinda thing that’s now become a bit of a headcanon to me. Just multiple hcs wrapped together along with canon, like a canon/hc burrito or some shit.
I also love how that’s how some of our hcs come about, from over analyzing things about characters and going ‘yeah, that makes sense’.
#DJC Rambles#bsd#ramble rattle w/ sis#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#sokouku#headcanon#l m a o#have fun with this however you want to
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Had a neighbor claim she called the cops to take away my service dog as a loose, dangerous animal who bit her boyfriend/husband since I was "in violation of leash laws."
There is no leash law in this area.
The animal handling law she cited, which does NOT require leashing but rather that the animal "not be at large" and be "under control," also only applies to public property. Not private property like the yard of the apartment complex that I have the owner's explicit permission for my service dog to play fetch in.
Even if there was a leash law for pets, service animals do not need to be leashed if it can interfere with their duties which it can. His trained tasks are to alert me before an episode, guide me to safety if I become delirious, and wake me after an episode. If I can't be woken he is trained to find a nearby person for help, usually my girlfriend. Having a leash interferes with this trained task. If I were to pass out while holding his leash or on top of his leash and was injured in such a way that I didn't wake up, he would not be able to find human assistance.
My dog never bit or threatened her husband in any way. The 'incident' being described involved us playing fetch on private property we had the owner's full permission to be on, and my dog trying to bring his tennis ball to the man who was walking through the same yard. As soon as I told my dog to leave the man alone and head inside, he did so. At no point was my dog violent, threatening, or in any way out of control.
When our landlord pressed her on this issue, she admitted that my dog never bit her, her husband, or her pets, but that my dog "had the opportunity [to bite], even though he didn't actually bite."
This fucker's own pet dog actually has bit people, but since said dog is 9 lbs of chihuahua obviously no one has ever tried to call the fucking cops
When I tried to explain that he is a service animal, her husband demanded I prove it by getting his 'service vest.'
When I refused, explaining that service dogs do not need to wear vests, the woman screamed that I was threatening her, that she had been recording our whole conversation, that the police were on their way to take my service dog into custody, and that I was trespassing on her private property by standing in the parking lot between our apartments.
It's been 8 hours now and I'm still barely clinging to the edge of sanity and trying so hard not to have a second panic attack over this.
Everything, rationally, should be fine. The law is on my side. Witnesses who saw that I only ever stood in the parking lot with my hands above my head (because that's what you do when a deranged white woman is threatening you) are on my side. Our shared landlord who owns the private property my dog plays fetch on is on my side.
But god, I am so scared. One bitchy white woman is jealous that the dog she keeps indoors without enrichment or training for 23 hours a day isn't as well behaved as my medical equipment. And she's willing to weaponize her whiteness to destroy my life and I'm just so.
I just.
Fucking hell.
On my landlord's suggestion, I bought a packet of those service dog registration papers and a vest for him, so that if she ever does call the cops, I have paperwork on my side too, but.
I just.
I'm so scared.
I am so scared and so full of hatred.
It's literally dangerous for me to cook or walk through town alone because if my stimulants wear out, I could pass out in traffic or on the hot stove unless my dog alerts me to find a safe place. And I can only be on stimulants for 8 hours a day anyway, which means the other 6-10 waking hours, I'm always at risk of passing out suddenly.
And this stupid white bitch doesn't like that I have a well trained animal who obeys every applicable law and several that don't apply, and I just.
I am filled with hatred and fear for my dog, fear for my life, fear that maybe I actually am in the wrong somehow, because even when I'm being attacked by them I'm still socialized to think of white women as victims...
I'm so scared.
I am so so so scared.
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*knocks on door*
yes, hello, hi----i would like your thoughts on steve Harrington & Eddie munson 💕💕
*flees into the night*
this post comes with a side of depression since tumblr crash the first i made this :)
[here lies some analyses/thoughts and self shippy stuff on the side-- i would apologize for the longness but again i am just bitter it got deleted once]
Steve
I remember when I first watched this show, I was extremely excited to see the Demogorgon (monster fucker me will not apologize) and I was’t sure how much I’d care about any of the main characters. But then this fucker showed up and I was morally obligated to like him because, well look at him--
he’s perfect.
Not to mention Steve was (and still is) a very interesting character since the beginning. Although he comes across as the jock/bully characters, there are plenty of moments in S1 where he proves he’s got a much bigger heart than most characters and some viewers realized.
One of my favorite moments showcasing this is when he decides to help Nancy study because he realizes how important it is to her. He calms his little horny teen hormones and helps her because he does support what she wants. He could’ve just left but he chose to stay and it’s sweet to see that outside of school, he cares about her so much.
Even when he does shitty things, it’s not purely out of malice or spite; he’s scared of losing her to Jonathan because he really likes her. It’s even mention how Steve went out of his normal dating zone and chose to specifically be with her! It’s clear Nancy is special to him and so of course he actions irrational when she distances herself and starts hanging out with someone else. Also there’s the fact Tommy and Carol, are bad influences of the popular side of him. They are fickle people to please, and they were both against Nancy joining their group. They also take jabs at Steve’s popularity, telling him he can’t keep bending over backwards for Nancy.
So after vandalizing the theater (humiliating Nancy) and fighting Jonathan, he first goes to the theater to fix his mess because he knows what he did was wrong. He then tries to go back to the Byer’s to apologize but of course the freaky shit starts happening again and he doesn’t have the time to get it out. After the mouth long skip, it’s clear he’s made up with Nancy which I can only assume they had a great in detail talk about it, just to be sure. He also bought Jonathan’s replacement camera and gives it to Nancy to give to him, because he probably stills guilty for everything he said and thinks its best not to be face to face just yet.
He’s got a set of morals and truly he wears his heart on his sleeves.
S2 is officially his full character turn around as he’s trying to be more understanding and respectful of Nancy’s choices I’m sure he was aware that his relationship with her was getting rocky but he tried his best to do whatever he could to save it. It wasn’t until the party where Nancy call them “bullshit” that he realizes, she doesn’t feel the same way about him anymore-- and it hurts him a lot.
At this point, Steve doesn’t have anyone his age he could truthfully rely on/vent to everything he’s feeling because his popular friends have all left him, in favor of Billy (this is no slander, he is also my king). His title has been run through the mud and he goes from one of the most talked about kids, to just barely anyone batting an eye about him. Like you have to think how damaging that is to a person. to have all those people that use to surround you just dip out when you don’t fit their criteria anymore (even if they weren’t the best-- the feeling of losing friends is no fun). He’s left to making friends with Dustin, who they honestly have one of the best friendships in the series, as obviously there’s a deep respect between them.
(pic included cause he’s hot)
Overall, I don’t personally believe Steve was popular just to be well popular. I don’t think he was every dying to be with the cooler kids, rather he was pretty social and due to maybe his family name; people tended to gravitate to him. I think because of his whole open personality, people would flock to him and thusly he formed his own clique. It’s obvious that his “close friends” opinions do matter to him and so they have some influence over him, leading him to not always make the most empathetic decisions. He’s truly a caring person and deep down really wants to love someone.
[Self Shippy Stuff]
We definitely officially meet at Scoops Ahoy, as Steve and I’s social school lives were very different. We probably seen each other around but nothing more than quick glances.
It’s amazing how us three strangers get along together and Steve can gladly say he has two new friends. He is a little confused at first why I’m wearing the men’s uniform, but he doesn’t mind it; in fact he thinks it looks better than what a female one would be. In fact his mind often wonders about me, the things I like and just overly curious about who I am. He tries to pry during work but I only let him in on certain things which only intrigues him more. It only isn’t until Robin brings it up for the time, that he learns he maybe has a crush on me.
It isn’t until after the whole Russian thing that Steve realizes that his crush isn’t really fem-leaning at all; and surprisingly he’s very much okay with that. He definitely becomes Robin’s worst nightmare because he constantly asks her questions about me and asking for advice to ask you out. Robin keeps sayings the same thing of just to do it but he’s so cautious because after Nancy, he doesn’t want his heart broken as hard-- which leads to me asking him out.
Steve is surprised by how well we mush together, we can both be completely dumb at times whilst also I also have the brain more often. We definitely spend a lot of our time either chilling in his house or in his car, driving aimlessly and chatting about random things. It a nice feeling being to open up to each other without really any judgment. Steve for once doesn’t feel like he’s trying to be anyone else and its freeing.
We often share clothes, which at the beginning is me stealing his jackets and vests because I love the designs and colors on them. He’s a little shy before he finally asks to wear my oversized shirts, sweaters, and hoodies. He loves it because he can smother himself in them and it has my scent on them! He’s obviously a very PDA type of person so when I’m not around, wearing my clothes makes him feel close. When we’re around we do hold hand, hug, and cuddle so much because we adore physical affection. [also there’s definitely a similarity that we have like a high sex drive... but that’s a topic for another conversation]
Eddie
Now with Eddie, I didn’t have any expectations for his character and ended up enjoying every single second he was on screen. He’s introduced as “the freak” of Hawkins High School because he refuses to conform to the social norms and just enjoy the things he likes. Within the same episode they show how Eddie does have a compassionate side, as he does talk to Chrissy. As soon as he notices she’s a bit jittery. He instantly backs off and then start being goofy so she doesn’t feel as awful anymore. This also leads into my next thought.
He seems to enjoying making people feel happy. And yes, is this a contrast to the boy who seemingly doesn’t like most people. Which I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like most people; he just can’t stand the fact that teens are missing out in exploring their interests! Like with the D&D campaign we can see how much fun he has as Dungeon Master, leading the group through the carefully crafted story he created. He’s encouraging the group throughout the game and even says they can retreat in the end if they don’t feel like they can take down Vecna. But when they win, he celebrates with them in pure happy surprise! He’s not mad they didn’t lost but happy because everyone had so much fun!
(i could write a lot about this scene-- like holy fuck i love it so much)
There’s a lot I want to see more of his character, mainly being well, healthy, not dead, alive-- trust me there’s a ton of fear I have (Billy fan). I personally can’t see him being able to graduate, especially with all the hatred growing in Hawkins and I think it would be very devastating to him, since that was one of his most important goals. I do hope, he ends up hanging out with Steve and Robin, because that trio would be amazing! I think it would be nice to include his character, especially with all the shit he’s been through.
[Self Shippy Stuff]
Eddie and I probably share a class together and often do projects together, for being two weirdos and loners in class. He definitely offered the first time we hung out of class if I wanted to smoke, which of course I turned down because of my poor lungs. We’re able to keep up good conversations with each other, probably getting into a conversation about LOTR and also discussing some metal bands.
Our friendship starts so strong that it’s not surprise that we both mutually catch feelings. We dance around it for as long as we can, until finally he confesses and then it’s like all hell breaks loose.
We’re non stop teasing and bantering with each other, kissing and hugging each other because we love being close. He helps me get more into metal music and honestly we probably draw and work on his campaigns together! I love putting his hair up and running my fingers over his tattoos when we’re chilling in his room. He loves playing for me and I adore hearing it. We treat each other like were the world and to us that’s everything.
[I love these boys so so much as you can tell, I also have a bunch more ideas and also fuck you, Kit for sending me back to this hell (affectionate)]
#loser's circus of f/o's#himbo mother hen ⚾❤️#dragons dungeons and metal 🎸#if any of this ends up in the tags you didn't fucking see me here
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Youtube's whole adblockblock bullshit really solidifies how we need to diversify our media selections without a subscription fee. Like YouTube nees SERIOUS competition that both respects its users and content creators.
Not to mention advertisers need a swift, righteous kick to the balls. I get that websites need money to operate, but CONSTANTLY ASSAULTING THE SENSES ON EVERY DAMN LEVEL is not the way to go.
In fact, any advertisers reading this: I will actively REFUSE to buy ANY of your bullshit just because you annoyed me. I refuse to buy premium anything because I refuse to reward a bunch of loser corporate nerds and absolutely pathetic jackasses suits for figuring out several thousand ways to annoy people.
If I could make a suggestion? Just 1. If no ads and ad block are truly that evil (they're not and actually the God damn FBfrickingI and most computer nerds recommend you use them to keep your information safer, and in general it makes your pc use less data and resources to load them):
Silent, non obtrusive ads to the side or bottom. Just those old squares again like in the late 2000s. No long 1080p videos that send you to 5 different sites for clicking somewhere wrong, just. Low data consumption pictures, with a single link you can click if you're interested in the product, or a large, easy to click or tap X button to make it go the fuck away if it's a stupid political ad, for instance. Every minute or so they slide out for a new ad. Take away the stupid, obnoxious, video and sound ads that drag on for longer than 5 seconds- ESPECIALLY the ones that don't let you skip- and replace them with that.
You may think "but then nobody would see my ads" TOUGH LUCK ASSHOLE, NOBODY WANTS TO ANYWAY, THAT'S WHY ADBLOCK IS A THING- see my above thing about refusing to buy from annoying brands.
But you know? Let's say you finish a non interrupted video, you're about to watch another- oh hey tho? There's a single, non obtrusive picture ad- The new Taco Bell Doritos Locos Ass Incinerator Burritochangalupa. It kinda looks good. It didn't interupt my vtuber clips and it didn’t get in the way of me listening to strange Columbo memes- I'm in a good mood! It just HAPPENED to catch my eye- I'm now voluntarily looking at your product you are advertising! In fact, I'm kinda hungry, and I hate myself! I think I just might go to Taco Bell!
Compare this. To this:
Oh boy I can't wait to watch monkeys being silly and- a 15 second unskippable ad for Claritin Allergy Meds playing the SAME GODFUCKINGDAMN CHRISTMAS CAROL OUTSIDE OF FUCKING GOD FORSAKEN CHRISTMAS LIKE IT HAS BEEN FOR CLOSE TO 36 FUCKING MONTHS WITHOUT! FUCKING! REST! And ANOTHER ad following! This one is for alt right lies brought to you by a far right misinformation group with fake credentials whose name rhymes with Hrager-Ew. Okay I am irritated now- I finally have monkeys!... and another ad- skip. Monkeys! Oh, now the damn youtuber is SPONSORED BY ISEKAI DEMON MOMMIES- the latest trashy mobile game that's shit and sells your personal data but they've been paid to tell you it's great and you'll finally get to have a harem of milfs at your command. You watch because hey, at least this is for the Monkey Man himself. Monkeys continue, andddd another ad. The video ends with more ads- at least now you can ignore Tord Fruck month since it's at the end.
All of these ads have annoyed you now- do you A. Go out and purchase these products? No, because that tells them it works. B. Subscribe to premium? It could help your favorite channels! No, it won't, the website pockets most of it and it just tells them it's okay to be this annoying. C. Find and research ways to avoid or turn off the ads. For free. DING DING MOTHER FUCKER.
Seriously. I'm tired of ads and I do not CONSENT to ads. No, me clicking the terms and conditions nobody reads- with EVIDENCE PROVING such- does not equate to my consent. I do not exist to consume advertisements. I exist to watch random videos that explain to me the production value and complicated struggles of a forgotten 2000s kid's sitcom from Nickelodeon- right after I watch a man create braided bacon rolls in some beautiful outdoor scenery as he cooks steaks to pink perfection in butter and herbs.
I exist to consume what I wish on my own terms. Not be subjected to endless advertisements
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So I’ve been seeing the whole ‘controversy’ about trans girls who went through a Nazi phase when they were younger thing, and I’ve got some opinions about the way people are talking about it that I gotta share. First of all, I went through one of those, I’m not proud of it and only really talk about it in a ‘I would hate to travel back to 2016 and meet myself because that little fucker would try to kill me’ kind of way. But the fact that I recognise that brings me to what pisses me off about these arguments. I’ve seen people saying that we talk about it because we ‘don’t think that we would be a target of those same people’ or some shit like that. I think we’re actually very fucking aware of the fact that we’re targets of fascists, because we used to spread those exact talking points, we have first hand experience with how full of hate for us those fuckers are. Second of all, is the argument that we’re ‘just trying to prove to ourselves that it was normal when it wasn’t’. Because the fact that there are so many people ‘trying to prove’ that it was normal makes it more normal than y’all probably think, surely? And, if the rest of them are anything like me, we were all ‘edgy’, fucked up, self-hating teens in the mid to late 2010s who had just started using the internet, and, trust me, if my YouTube recommendations during that period are anything to go by, we were definitely influenced by far-right, ‘anti-sjw’, ‘edgy’ people, y’know the kind that tend to draw in depressed, self-hating loners who are convinced that they’re alone and nobody likes them. We were practically being preyed on by the right and somehow people are making us out to be the villains? I just don’t get the arguments, and I kind of feel like these people want me and people who were like me, who swung from hard-right transphobe to straight-up just trans, to be ostracised from the trans community for having been dumb teens, and that is not a good feeling. I also think it’s kind of funny that you have other people arguing that there’s ‘no point’ in discussing with a transphobe because they’ll never change their mind, even though I had my mind changed so hard I turned out to be trans, and have personally managed to convince a different transphobe to change (no word yet on whether or not they’re trans tho), so I have first hand personal evidence of that argument being wrong too. I only mention that because it seems to share a lot of dogma with the other argument.
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Do You Believe In God?
Why are we talking about God, when a lot of you mother fuckers can't grasp the concept of kindness? Come on. Now that's funny. But really, are we trying to promote something as big as God, yet we fail to promote each other? It's a legitimate question. If God is love, then kindness is the vehicle in which God is trying to reach us. But we struggle. We struggle with anything that is outside of what we would deem normal. That is different. That is my biggest problem with religion. Don't get me wrong, I have had many great experiences practicing many of them. But they failed in my opinion, because they did not offer equality for all.
You don't need to believe as I believe, for me to show you kindness. The fact that you show up, flaws and all, is enough to offer words of encouragement. Life is only as good as our mindset. And that proves to be the problem for many. They cannot set their mind. That's when kindness is needed most. You can talk about God. Offer up the scriptures. Tell them to rely on faith. But maybe you're the miracle. Maybe your actions are the message. In 36 years of mental health work, I can tell you that in my experience, words are a small step. Talking about God... is even a smaller step. Kindness is the antidote for despair.
I'm not knocking your belief system, religion or faith. In fact, I am trying to strengthen your cause. Kindness connects. Unfortunately, religions in many cases divides. Let's start simple. Offer a kind word to a struggling soul. Do something for someone who can never repay you. Make room for non judgmental conversation. It's pretty simple, yet we complicate things. What are we doing? Does our insecurities about our faiths, keep us from advancing? In my humble opinion it does. Drop the ego and go. Go to that place where everyone is equal. Where kindness is currency. While I do believe in God, God is doing fine without my voice. You want to know what my religion is? Look at the last 36 years of my life. My entire adult life has been holding the dying, caring for the sick, and housing the homeless. That is all you need to know.
Kindness is the gatekeeper of compassion. Compassion opens all the doors, bridges all the gap and heals the downtrodden. Sounds good to me. So what are you waiting for? Because anytime we're helping, if the goal is to help convert you, we're no longer helping. We're selling. And we're nothing more than a sales person giving our pitch. Kindness removes the pitch. It says, "I'm helping you for no other reason, than you need help." Sign me up for that program. Sign me up for that religion. Sign me up for that race. The human race. Where we all bleed the same color.
All one has to do is go to social media and watch countless videos of people doing nice things. That great. But you know what is better? Doing those nice things without needing an audience. Reminds me of the saying," if you want to feed the homeless, leave the camera at home." Making a show out of good deeds defeats the purpose...if you ask me. I have always been very public about what I do. I do it to raise awareness. Trust me, there are so many things that I do, that no one will ever know about. And that's a beautiful thing. It's like a dance between myself and the universe. A song, that only I can hear.
So why are we talking about God? Yes, celebrate your faith. But maybe celebrate in silence? Maybe you disagree? Maybe I do have it wrong? All I can tell you, is that in a lifetime of crisis counseling and human service work, not one person ever said to me, "I wish we had an audience." God can speak for God. But I believe if you want to get closer to God, speak with kindness. The language that holds a frequency like no other.
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I don’t think, i am able to do this. I don’t think i am able to love someone, give the things they deserve, give the love they deserve and not hurting them. And i think exactly thats why i will never find the love, becuase i will never, ever going to be a person the kind of someone want. Even they want, i really don’t deserve the love, and i am sure the moment they notice that how shitty i am and not just saying but in action, i don’t care about them. When they notice this shit, when i say it, they will get how fucked up i am, how i am toxic as fuck and they should run away without looking back. And when i say “them” i actually talking about him. That spesific person. I know its bad, its messed up, its impossible to love someone when you hate yourself and don’t see as someone who would deserve that kind of love. Any kind of love, actually. And the most hurtful part? That i am doing all of this by myself. I could just live the moment, right? I have someone who love me, not someone, everyone. Everyone loves me. But me, i am not someone who they should love. Never. Never never never never never never fucking ever they should love, even like, be friends with me because i am toxic and they know that as well. I don’t understand their “you are a good person” complex when they are fucking angels seeing every little good in bad things and still thinking they are unable to love like me. No, they deserve everything man. And they don’t get the reason they feel this way is people around them, not becuase they are bad. They are awsome, so good, and then there is me. They just don’t get it aren’t they. That i am a piece of shit and my life was just so perfect only problem in it was me. And the peace i felt when blood was dripping drom my neck, proves that. I shouldn’t even be here at the first place, and still, here i am. I am not dumb, i know i am not the worst.
I am all the things wrong with me.
Its me.
Feeling bad or saying sorry after you fuck up everything would never work, its not gonna be okay, because i will never change, i just can’t. I tried man, i really tried, i even thought i was getting better.
What a joke.
I don’t even think i can do this anymore ghosts, to be honest, and i know i can be honest here because there are just me and you ghosts. I am scared.
I know i am not gonna be a good lover, i know i am not gonna. I don’t even have any hope left. I fucking hate this man.
I hate this so much.
They do a lot,
They care a lot,
They love a lot.
Thats normally good but,
To me? Loving, caring... Me? The worst they could do.
I manipulated my friends and filled them up with bullshit, convinced myself it was their fault, developed anger issues and superiority complex. I started gaslighting my friends and for a long time I refused to get help.
Its just so bad you know ghost? Of course you know but like, everyone loves and helps you, accept you as what you are, doing everything they can and you turn into this.
A addicted, heartless, selfish fucker.
What a waste of time.
What a waste of time, talking, trying to tell me something, they think i will understand them.
I will never understand.
I don’t care as they do.
And thats so bad man.
I can’t even make myself believe that i care them.
I feel like i am gonna throw up.
I don’t deserve all this stuff, everyone is always so nice to me and let me do stupid shit without a second thought. I’m so mean to my friends and are always hurting them both physically and mentally I don’t get why they choose to be around me. In the end I’ve realized that I haven’t grown at all, I’m still the same person I was when I was a kid. A spoiled little asshole.
I am not who they think, i am not an actual good persons with trauma and thinking that i am a bad person, but i am not kind of person.
Fuck it.
Seriously.
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I don’t do much posting outside of here and LinkedIn anymore. I’m still actively looking for a job and trying to network beyond the dead end I’m caught in out here in the states. It’s really hard for anyone to get back on track. But once you’ve been fucked with so much you kind of just shrug it off. What more fake shit can you throw at me? After that fraud message, I started talking to my mom on the job site which makes sense since we’re both looking. She’s in her seventies teaching pre-k. People out there are in either one of a few modes. They’re actively attacking people online they feel are out of their controlled crowds and groups. By themselves they’re deeply filled with self hate and fear. Those are the people who melt down the hardest. And they break down in society the worst. I’ve been a target because I’m visible and almost always alone. Plus people egg them on for their own fucked up reasons. That’s populism for you. Bitter cowards in pain looking for people at their weakest to colonize for the larger cause. To appease daddy in the patriarchal sense. Then there’s the people who are selling themselves at their strongest but pretend they’re the center of the universe. Always positive. Two dimensional card board cutouts with nothing behind them except the same fears. Never show weakness or any sort of flaw. Carefully editing every post and picture so they don’t look bad or are never on the wrong side of any argument without support, validation or praise. So afraid of failure. So afraid to be themselves. Walls of mantras, saccharine positivity and smiles behind pained eyes. This world is fucked right now. We’re all doing our best while people offer nothing but excuses. I’ve found letting go of things and focusing on what matters reveals the way more than trying to carry the load for a society that pretends you don’t exist. Shit is weird: bananas, even. But I don’t have to explain the world. Neither do you. I’m not a politician. I’ve done my best. Believing in yourself has nothing to do with proving the same thing over and over for a bunch of people drunk on discourse who never listen. They also never deliver. Kind of like the mail with my foid card. But I assume that is lost for a reason. The burden of explanation is not on me. That’s my lesson for today. It’s an impossibly bigger realm of possibility than these small world kool-aid drinking cult ass bitches lead it on to be. Let these dumb mother fuckers go with their rat trapped piece of the American pie. We’re not all in this together if you insist on shooting everyone else in the foot except the person to blame.
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