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rayven81194 · 2 months

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WOOO RANDOM DEATH FAMILY HEADCANONS

Lmao sorry pissa and death family nation for being somewhat inactive, take these headcanons that probably don’t align with canon as compensation

THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS BTW

Not a single person in the Death Family is warm to touch and can often be cold before bed, their houses and nests are always somehow really warm and blanket full

Missa and Phil built a small shelf in the kitchen in the house at old spawn, Missa and Chayanne have filled it with cookbooks

Tallulah knows how to make perfume and because Missa has been away for a while, Tallulah has been making perfumes for him for when he gets back

Adding onto the last one, there have been lots of ‘failed attempts’, ie Tallulah was being nit picky with the scents and trying to figure out exactly what he likes

Missa will like anything and everything given to him, so long as it’s made with love

Phil, on the other hand, will like everything and anything given to him even if it’s given with hate, because he assumes the other has a connection to it (assumes they might just like things like he does)

When Missa first left on the old spawn Phil used to make small dinners for him that wouldn’t go bad for a while just in case Missa came back when he came back

Overtime, they would get more complex and put in the fridge with a note left for him

Every single meal, regardless of what it is, will have toast cut in the shape of Phil’s had with avocado making the green stripes, and another toast cut like a skull with blueberries for the details

Chayanne used to stress bake when his parents were gone, and that improved his skills in cooking really quickly

Tallulah walks extremely quietly, Chayanne picked this up and it scares Phil every time

Despite his parents vibes and all that, Chayanne refuses to wear black sweaters specifically, shirts are on thin ice and black k shorts or pants are a coin flip, this is because he doesn’t like flour showing on them when he doesn’t want to use an apron

Tallulah used to pick at her nails when nervous, but started picking at flowers instead and now her nails hurt if she scratches you

It doesn’t matter who you are, if you become apart of the Death Family, the first thing you’re taught is how to paint your nails

When Phil doesn’t have a bookmark with him and when his wings had healed enough, he would pluck a feather out and use it as a bookmark

Either Phil or Missa doggy ears pages in a book and genuinely can’t tell who, I just think one of them does even if they have a bookmark available

There are a shit ton of keychains on Phil’s bag, you give him one, it could be of anything (besides anything fed related), it’s going on that bag

Phil sometimes wishes he could proper speak bird, I guess, this is only so he could also flirt with and compliment Missa in another language like he does

Chayanne has crocs

When Tallulah cut her hair, she asked for a photo of Missa and mimicked his hairstyle

Whenever Missa is awake/goes to sleep with Phil, the eggs silently rejoice because those two hug each other extremely closely when they sleep

Despite Missa being gone for the longest time, when Phil didn’t come back on Mexican Independence Day, he developed a fear of him leaving him, like physically being far away when he didn’t know where he is and if he was okay, he understands now what Phil feels when he’s gone

Missa, because he’s the tallest between a bird man and children, will pick them up and spin them, even if only for a bit lmao he’s not strong

Adding onto that one, whenever Phil is too excited or stress or just overwhelmed with any emotions, Missa spins him around to help and it works for some reason

Phil started to spin himself in circles when overwhelmed and when Missa was gone

After the birdhouse and when Phil was physically alone, he used to sit by a crafting table with rocks and ores and make little figures of Chayanne, Tallulah and Missa, they weren’t the best and didn’t the proportions weren’t amazing, but he spent weeks on each one and added little faces with a marker

He left the Chayanne and Tallulah statues on their respective beds, with Missa beside the flower pot, hoping they would be replaced with the real people when he woke up

They never were, but Phil put them in the window upstairs once the eggs were back

When the eggs first went missing, Phil took out some cookbooks, and every single meal that looked frequently used/visited was made, and always left out for Missa

If they weren’t eaten, Phil would eat half of it for his dinner the next day, the other half in a fridge

He actually made Missa a fridge to put all these meal in and painted it to suit his vibes

The trash cans used to always filled with sticky notes because everyday, Phil would write ‘Dinner for you’ with a silly little doodle on it for Missa if he returned while sleeping

Tallulah writes in cursive

When Missa was gone, Phil used to write his name like Misƨa (second s is backwards) and make the tops each s look like half a heart, so it made a heart in his name

Missa picked up on this and always wrote Philza instead of Phil so he could put a heart with the z and a

Im bad at explaining so this is what I mean by their names:

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makeste · 5 months

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Plus One For All

so guys. can we talk about how there’s somebody chilling out inside of Katsuki’s mind who’s not supposed to be there.

hello there Mister All Might Vestige sir. you should not exist, just FYI. you’re not some Nighteye-type plot hallucination. because if you were, you would not be appearing here as Cloud Might, a version of yourself whom Katsuki has never met and has no frame of reference for. ergo he did not imagine you. ergo you are, in fact, real.

which means Katsuki has One For All.

because that’s the only way he could have a Vestige -- which is indisputably what this is -- inside of him. he has OFA. so. where did he get it. how does he have it. and why is it only making its presence known now.

let’s discuss.

okay so I’m going to try and lay this all out as clearly as possible while also attempting to be as succinct as I can. but knowing me, I’m probably going to wind up sacrificing the latter in pursuit of the former. I’ll do my best though. here goes.

1. Heroes Rising is canon.

which is a fact we’ve recently been reminded of not once, but twice -- first with the appearance of Katsuma and Mahoro in chapter 405, and then in chapter 406 with the “Bakugou no Kacchan” callback. the timing of this almost certainly isn’t coincidental. Horikoshi wants this to be fresh in our minds.

mind you, it is extremely unusual for movies, even technically!canon ones, to actually be relevant to the plot. but BnHA may be one of the few exceptions. we’ve already seen movie 1 impact the series both with Star & Stripe’s backstory, and with Deku’s new gauntlets. so there’s precedent, and it’s something I am paying very close attention to.

2. Deku giving OFA to Bakugou is canon.

just in case anyone here hasn’t yet seen or been spoiled for Heroes Rising, that is in fact what happens in that film! so yeah, that certainly seems like an extremely relevant detail right about now.

3. we never found out why and how Deku got OFA back at the end of the movie.

okay so I was looking for a clip to link before we discuss this next part, but I unfortunately couldn’t find one that hadn’t been edited to avoid copyright issues, so you’ll just have to make do with this.

skip ahead to about 7:10 for the relevant part. for the purposes of this theory, we’re just going to ignore everything All Might says here, because tbh he has no fucking clue what’s actually going on and is just guessing wildly lol. however, I do want you to take note of one thing which will be important later. and that’s the fact that, when OFA “returns” to Deku’s body, it’s only his body which starts glowing, and notably not Kacchan’s. the latter just keeps lying there unglowingly. nothing to indicate any kind of transfer is actually happening between him and Deku, in other words.

moving on.

4. OFA and AFO are probably the same quirk.

as summarized here and here. which is relevant because if they are the same quirk, or close to it, then OFA can most likely do anything AFO can do. so file that away for later.

5. AFO was able to split his quirk and give it to Tomura while still keeping a piece of it for himself.

what’s more, he was able to do the same with Garaki/Ujiko’s quirk, and presumably other quirks as well. while it’s possible that this quirk duplication has nothing to do with AFO and is simply something Garaki was able to figure out using ~*~Science~*~, I think it’s more likely that the two of them used AFO’s quirk in some way to accomplish this feat. particularly since Tomura not only received AFO, but a bunch of its stored up quirkdata as well, such as the information stored in Ragdoll’s stolen Search quirk.

6. OFA responds to Deku’s feelings and desires.

or at least this is the case according to Banjou in chapter 213. recall this interesting conversation on how Deku first activated Blackwhip.

he was thinking that he wanted to capture Monoma, and so OFA obediently activated his “capture Monoma” quirk. despite him being unaware he even had said quirk. it responded to his need, even though he wasn’t consciously trying to activate anything.

now then, let’s revisit that scene in Heroes Rising one more time.

7. during the climax of Heroes Rising, Deku was NOT thinking, “I need to give OFA to Kacchan.”

here’s the scene one more time for reference. this time you’re gonna want to skip to about 3:57.

here’s where we are going to get extremely technical, because this scene right here is the key to everything. Deku’s lines in this scene are, and I quote: “a way we can protect [everyone]... there’s just one way...!” but he very notably does not specify exactly what that “one way” is.

until we get to this scene a minute or so later, which spells it out for us very clearly.

two One For Alls. as in, “with two One For Alls, we could win this battle and save everyone.”

that’s what he was thinking at the moment of the “transfer.” NOT, “give OFA to Kacchan.” but, “we need two One For Alls.”

which, I think, may have made all the difference.

8. OFA created a copy of itself to share with Kacchan, so that both of them could have OFA and use the two OFAs to defeat Nine.

let’s recap. OFA is AFO. AFO can clone itself. so it stands to reason that OFA can presumably clone itself as well. and that’s exactly what Deku wanted to do. make a second One For All.

he didn’t know that he could do that. but as previously established in the Blackwhip incident, OFA is more than capable of making its own executive decisions in key moments just like this in order to help him out.

which would mean that what we saw at the end of Heroes Rising was not OFA being transferred from Bakugou back over to Deku. it was actually just Deku’s OFA briefly self-activating (possibly in response to his delirious apology to All Might -- kind of a “no worries bro, you’ve still got your quirk actually, so go back to sleep and stop stressing over it” type of thing). and Kacchan’s OFA doing... absolutely nothing. it didn’t actually transfer back into Deku. it didn’t actually go anywhere.

let me repeat that: it didn’t actually go anywhere.

in other words, Kacchan still has OFA. and has had it ever since Heroes Rising. he just didn’t realize it. and neither did anybody else.

9. Kacchan’s OFA went dormant once Nine was defeated.

okay, so. remember all of this exposition from chapter 304?

basically, if someone who already has a quirk receives OFA, using it will slowly destroy their body until it kills them. the Vestiges learned this from All Might while he was researching the past generations of OFA in chapter 241, incidentally. Heroes Rising takes place right around this same time (immediately following MVA if I recall). so by the time the film’s climax rolled around, the Vestiges would have known that giving OFA to Kacchan could have devastating consequences down the line if they did not take action immediately after the fight.

so they did.

once Nine was defeated, the Vestiges shut the whole thing down. the crisis was averted, and they no longer had need of a second OFA. they have this boy who is way too similar to Deku in terms of his willingness to put himself in harm’s way in order to achieve his goals. and they absolutely do not want any harm befalling this boy. more on that momentarily.

so they go dark. and they even seal his memory so that he’s no longer aware of even having the quirk. they are essentially in sleep mode. and if circumstances hadn’t eventually become desperate enough to force their hand, they might have remained inactive for the rest of Katsuki’s life.

now, you might be wondering to yourself, “why is OFA willing to go to such unusual lengths in order to protect Katsuki?” and well, the answer to that is pretty simple.

10. Kacchan does not have the same version of OFA as Deku.

Deku is ninth gen. Katsuki, however, is tenth gen. which means that his version of OFA has one additional Vestige. a Vestige whose presence immediately explains why OFA is so goddamn determined to protect him at all costs.

:’)

long story short, while Deku’s version of OFA has proven itself all too willing to enable him in his increasingly suicidal mission, Katsuki’s version of OFA is very much a different story, on account of it being under the management of what I’m guessing is the most willful Vestige ever to exist. and said management being just the slightest bit unhinged when it comes to Katsuki’s safety in particular. seriously, you can’t tell me this is not exactly how a Deku!Vestige would behave. “oh hell no. no OFA for you!! and no memories either, because you can’t be trusted, goddammit. we never should have done this. what the hell were we thinking. if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

so yeah. dormant.

right up until they literally couldn’t afford to be anymore.

11. OFA can self-activate in moments of crisis to protect its user.

Sports Festival. chapter 33. Deku vs. Shinsou.

aw yeah. it’s all coming together.

12. OFA reactivated itself in order to save Katsuki’s life.

I would now like to briefly draw your attention to this scene from chapter 405, in which Edgeshot explains how Katsuki was finally saved. please note my man is very clear that he did not restart Katsuki’s heart himself. he was basically just performing quirk CPR up until Katsuki’s own quirk returned him to life apropros of nothing.

“what brought you back... was the power you’ve honed.”

except... that should have been impossible. because Katsuki was dead. meaning he should not have been able to activate his quirk on his own, on account of the whole “being dead” thing.

however, if he by chance had a quirk with just enough of a mind of its own to activate in critical situations in order to help its user. situations like being forced under mind control. or, perhaps, being stabbed through the heart. well then. that would certainly go a long way towards explaining all of this.

and oh hey, when exactly was it that we saw this guy, again?

oh? it happened at the exact moment when his heart was stabbed through? you don’t say. well that certainly is interesting.

in summary:

Deku cloned his quirk in Heroes Rising and gave Kacchan a copy of OFA. owing to the hyperprotective Deku!Vestige inside Kacchan’s copy of OFA, it shut itself down once Nine was defeated, and all of Katsuki’s memories of having OFA were deliberately wiped, or sealed away. OFA itself remained inactive until TomurAFO stabbed Katsuki through the heart, at which point OFA was forced to reactivate itself to save his life. which it did, by forcibly restarting his heart.

that’s it. no idea how close to the money any of this is, but I think it would explain most of the lingering mysteries and questions about what exactly is going on with Katsuki. and I’ll throw in one last observation as well -- Katsuki has a nine in his name (BaKUgou), but not a ten. which I know sort of contradicts what I was saying earlier about him being the tenth gen, lol. but he both is and isn’t. if Deku split his quirk, Kacchan would in theory receive everything that’s currently in Deku’s quirk right now, and that includes Deku’s own power that he’s been adding to the mix. so he’d still have the Deku!Vestige. but he’s also still ninth gen, because he and Deku are sharing that distinction now. or at least I think the argument could be made at any rate.

so yeah. I’ve been obsessing over all of this for the past few days lol. what do you guys think?

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #it's also possible that I put way too much thought into this and in actuality katsuki is just using the OFA embers #or something else along those lines #we'll see lol #but in the meantime it's fun to speculate

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nudgeling · 9 months

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Part one

The cheery tune of Queen's "Crazy little thing called love" rang out three times in the hungover silence. Each one chipped a little bit away at Pearl's unconsciousness, but the final third one became the straw that woke her up. She denied the call and turned her head back into the corner of the couch. Her head felt like lead. It rang out twice more before she groaned and finally picked it up.

“Hello?” she grumbled into the cell, eyes still closed.

“Pearl!” The volume made her head spin and ache. “Where the hell are you? I got home and you’re not here, and no one knows where you are, and you haven't picked up your phone in-”

“Please. For the love of God. Stop shouting.” Angry Scottish was annoying at the best of times, but at the moment it was straight up painful.

“I’ll stop shouting when you tell me where you are, I thought you’d been kidnapped or something!”

“Fine, fine, just quiet down, my head’s killing me. I’m…”

She sat up and nudged the sleep-fog out of her eyes with a yawn. When her vision cleared and her surroundings came into reality, she promptly nudged them again because she must have done something wrong the first time around. Then she did it a third time. Everything about the room she found herself was still completely unfamiliar. She came to the begrudging realization that she had no idea where she was.

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Maybe I have been kidnapped.”

“What?”

It was a college student’s apartment, that part was clear. Barely three steps to her left was a kitchenette, to the right an ajar door she presumed led to a bedroom, and the hall and bathroom were squeezed in between the two, yet the host still managed to afford a flat screen TV and a PS5. Not to mention the place was as messy as a junkyard, which made her inner cleaning lady scream. Right in front of her was a low table with a collection of various paraphernalia scattered from one end to the other, one of them catching her eye, as it was probably supposed to.

“Oo, hang on, there’s a note.”

It was a striped paper with ripped off stapler-holes on the edge, with a handwriting that was thankfully pretty legible. She skimmed over the words and mumble-read it to Scott on the other end.

Hey, if you wake up before I do, don’t panic. You’re not kidnapped and we haven't hooked up or anything either. You were really drunk yesterday so I was giving you a ride home, but you passed out before you could tell me the address so I let you crash at my place instead. The door is unlocked so you can get out any time you want. Please don’t steal anything.

Martyn

“What does it say? Are you safe?” Scott asked. Apparently her mumbling hadn’t been that effective.

“Do you know who Martyn is?” she asked, ignoring his question because it was second nature to be petty to Scott. It sounded vaguely familiar, though she was terrible with names.

He went quiet for a second. “With a ‘Y’ or an ‘I’?”

“A ‘Y’, it says he brought me to his place when I passed out yesterday. I passed out?”

“I…”

“Not kidnapped anywho, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she muttered, a bit bitterly but she was only human.

“Pearl. Do you remember anything about last night?”

“I fear my head will explode when I think too hard, so no.”

“Oh. Well. Probably for the best. At least you’re safe… hopefully. Just, please be careful around Martyn.”

“Hah, sure, always am.”

“I’m serious, Pearl. If I were you I’d get out of there.”

“So now you care about me?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Naww.”

“Nothing has changed because I don’t want you to be dead. I’m just here to pick up some stuff, call me when you get back.”

“Scott, wait-”

The line went dead. Great. She threw her phone to the floor with as much force her hungover body could manage. It thudded weakly on the floor.

Getting up to a standing position made stars flood to her head and the floor tilt like a funhouse, and she soon fell right back into the squeaky couch. The second attempt was slower but better, and she only had to combat a slight dizziness, plus the ever present beating headache, as she made her way over to the door on her right. She gently pushed it open.

It was way darker inside of Martyn’s bedroom. Thick gray blinds covered the windows, creating black squares with sunlight edges. On the queen sized bed lay a bulging shape beneath the sheets, his shoulders and blonde head peeking out and both hands nestled underneath the pillow. His face was featureless in the dark. She leaned against the doorframe and knocked gently on the door until the figure roused. A couple seconds of bleary orientation passed before he seemed to clock the situation.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hi.” She gave a small wave. “You said no stealing, but do you by any chance have some aspirin I could, uh, borrow? My head is murdering me.”

“Yeah, uh…” He propped himself up on his elbows and pressed his fingers into his eyes. Pearl sympathized. “Ibuprofen ok?”

“I’ll take anything.”

“Bathroom cupboard, top shelf, blue box.”

“Thanks.”

She closed the door. She hadn’t recognized the voice, so maybe she didn’t know the guy after all. It would be nice to get a proper look at him before she left, but she wouldn’t go out of her way to wake the poor dude up again.

The bathroom was somewhat cleaner than the rest of the apartment. The shower had sleek green curtains, adding a bit of color, which was pleasant. There were two toothbrushes as well, one blue and one green with a red floral pattern. Girlfriend, maybe? She really doubted this guy had a roomie.

Less pleasant was the mirror on the cupboard where she caught sight of her reflection. She looked like she felt; like shit. Sticky hair, smudged makeup, baggy eyes. Her whole body felt heavy and sweaty, and a sniff beneath her arm made her wrinkle her nose and add “stinky” to her current list of adjectives. She hated not being clean. It made her itch.

The blue plastic box was easy to find, and so was the ibuprofen laying on the top layer of part medicinal items and part random junk like hair clips and rubber bands. There was also a fuck ton of bandaids, a bottle of adderall, and a testosterone injection kit, because she couldn’t help being nosy. However, there was a far more interesting item peeking out from the bottom, a prescription bottle that didn’t catch her attention until after she had downed the painkiller and was about to put the box back on the shelf.

It was one of those drugs, those who cartoon characters in TV anti-drug campaigns warned against and doctors only prescribe under uttermost vigilance. The kind she used to take great care to stay away from, the same way she did with cigarettes and alcohol. But that person felt very far away as she held the bottle in her hand. Funny how much 48 hours could change a woman.

She put three pills in her pocket, not knowing until far later the twist of fate that one action had just caused.

Martyn was heading across the living room when she got out. Her wish to see his face was granted. He was dressed in a green T-shirt and jeans, and had the same familiar headband around his head, just like he used to.

"It’s you!" She blurted.

He startled, stopping in his tracks. “It’s… what?” he buffered.

Martyn. That’s why it was so familiar. If she’d been asked to name Grian’s old friend with the bandana she probably could have shaken up the answer sooner or later, but as she hadn’t sent a thought his way for years at that point, the idea that this Martyn was that Martyn hadn’t struck her for a second. He was a background actor in a background memory. Considering the lengths he'd apparently gone to help her, it made her feel pretty guilty.

"I had totally forgotten your name and your voice has dropped by like an octave, I'm so sorry."

He seemed to connect the dots, and suddenly barked a laugh. "You thought I was a stranger?”

“Kind of?”

He chuckled. “I mean, fair, I suppose. Awfully confident asking a stranger for meds, though."

Pearl shrugged. "Fear don’t got much on me these days."

Martyn hummed, like he’d unlocked new character info and was storing it away under the 'Pearl' file.

"Right, well now that you figured out my identity," he continued, "I need to clarify that I'm not normally this messy."

"Girlfriend away or something?"

He went silent, cluing Pearl that she was wrong.

“Boyfriend?”

He went to say something, then hesitated and spoke anew. "I mean, yeah, in a sense. The first one, that is. She uh… we broke up."

“Oh.” As if feeling like trash wasn’t enough, she now felt like an idiot as well. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

Silence followed. Fantasies about sinking through the ground or being pelted by a legion’s stash of arrows floated through Pearl’s mind. She cleared her throat.

“Look, I’d like nothing more than to get out of your hair, but is there any chance I could borrow your shower real quick first?”

“Oh, sure, go for it,” Martyn perked. “Want a change of shirt?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I know, I know, just… Would you like one?”

"Uh… do you have anything that fits?"

"I'll see what I can find."

He walked off without another word, and Pearl, after buffering a bit herself, slid back into the bathroom. Scott’s words of warning came back to her, which she found increasingly hard to believe. If Martyn had been flawlessly charming and clean, then she wouldn’t have had any trouble judging him as a problem and potential danger. Instead what she’d been met with was a messy, awkward, probably heartbroken boy who still put his foot forward with kindness. Screw what Scott thought, she liked this guy.

She locked the door, just to be sure.

#hermitcraft fanfic #double life fanfic #trafficblr #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #nudge.writing

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nekropsii · 2 years

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Hi just wanted to say that I really like the way you think about Damara.

Like I really like her, but I kinda of hate her character because of the way Hussie handles her.

There is also the japonese/Asian stereotype thing, I don't mind Damara being like Japonese or whatever, In fact I kinda of like it?(Im probably bias cause Im japonese, but still) but the way that it was written makes it look so insulting and kinda of fetishy an uh its just gross...

Also I have a thing againt her desing, its just-

Idk how to explain it, it just tickles me the wrong way. I guess it has to do with the fact that her clothes look far more chinese than japonese and the fact that she has those sticks coming out of her hair and it looks like chopsticks(thats not a thing people please stop drawing japones people with that, like draw her with an kushi or a kogai or like something..)

Idk man it just makes me so sad and grossed out…

So uh, thank you for the refreshing takes on Damara?

Hey, I’m glad you like my thoughts on Damara! It means a lot, really! She, like all of the Alpha Trolls, has fantastic potential, though it was mostly squandered by them being written by… Well, Hussie. Genuinely, I think if she wasn’t written with such heavy-handed Fetishism and Misogyny, she would have honestly been one of the best characters in that specific cast! Alas, we can’t all have nice things, I suppose…

Her design always struck me the wrong way, too. You can tell she was designed without any due respect or sensitivity in mind- Hussie wasn’t designing her with “Japanese Woman” in mind, he was designing her with “Generic Eastern Asian Woman” in mind. She’s a stereotype in aesthetic, basically, and it’s written plainly and shamelessly across the entirety of her character design.

[DISCLAIMER: Take my discussion of this with a few grains of salt- I am a Westerner, and while I know a thing or two about some Chinese and Japanese history, I am not speaking from personal experience, nor am I an expert. I am guaranteed to get something wrong- these are just the thoughts I have on the matter from my own limited perspective. Feel free to correct anything I get wrong. Thank you.]

Hussie seemed to have been going for a “Pseudo-Traditional Oriental” Aesthetic for her, but it kind of just sucks, lol. Like, Racist execution aside, it’s incredibly plain, and nothing about it truly makes sense! Her shirt almost reads as Hussie halfheartedly making an attempt at drawing a Qipao, which could have been a very interesting display of her being a Time Player, considering those are essentially Flapper Dresses that are constantly evolving over time but… That doesn’t seem intentional. I am not about to give Hussie undue credit. Considering everything else about Damara, they probably just drew the most “Generic Eastern Asian” outfit they could think of and called it a day. It doesn’t even fold over the body- the neckline and the stripe going down the body aren’t folds, they kind of just look… Printed on. Even with all this aside, the Qipao is something that belongs more to Chinese culture than it does Japanese culture.

The hair hurts me in its level of stereotypicality, but it seems like a natural progression of whatever was going on with Aradia’s hair. I just wish the bastard didn’t complete the look with the Totally-Not-Chopsticks. Literally any other style of Kanzashi would have worked. Hell, it could’ve even been one hairpin that just splits off into prongs at the top to resemble the symbol for Aries, but… Nah, gotta have that chopsticks look! Painful, painful thing.

#for sov we’re definitely gunning for a more… cyberpunk style for her. very ghost in the shell.#japan’s cyberpunk is always gorgeous and cyberpunk is a pretty important genre for sovereignstuck as a whole #so… win/win!#homestuck #homestuck meta #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #damara megido #damara.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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stormxpadme · 1 year

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A little thing for @sneakymystique's birthday. Hope you enjoy it <3.

Thank you dear @effervescentdragon for last minute betaing even when I'm entirely incapable of doing something in time for once. Love ya lots!

"Hey, furball, thought we agreed about the off-limit parts of the house." When Scott spotted a sinewy, four-legged shape pass by his Honda, its stripe-shades blurring with the colors of his glasses which revealed which one of the two cats living at the Mutant High right now it was, he seriously considered for a moment if the interruption was even worth it, lifting his overtired body from that damn creeper.

Morpheus was probably just chasing some rodent anyway and would vanish in the stable again before Scott could even get to him. But sadly that little shit could never be trusted with not licking or chewing something definitely not meant for feline stomachs, and the last thing Katja needed right now was worrying about a family member ending up in the sick bay. Besides, the animal had stopped somewhere by the cars, hissing at something loudly, so the feeble attempt of at least an hour of undisturbed, dull work in silence could be filed as another failure.

"Alright, fleabag, that's e…" But then Scott forgot what he'd been about to say because when he straightened up from under his bike, turning to the vehicle in question, there was a woman lounging on the BMW's hood with crossed legs, far too scantily clad for a December night, chest thrown out, a playful smile on full lips that half a year or so ago, he might actually have fallen for.

"Have you tried talking meow?" By now, fortunately, Scott had more than enough experience with a certain hostile among his enemies posing as people close to him to not even need Morpheus' very clear warning – cats tended to have finer noses even than Logan, and Scott had never heard that damn pet hiss at Katja ever before. Not even the tired realization that for all her skill, such a broad Bavarian accent as in his partner's voice, Mystique still had problems copying a hundred percent. There was also the sober fact that the last time Katja had looked at him like that, with intentions in mind not exactly hard to guess, had also been months ago.

Which this woman should actually know best, thinking about it. Fortunately, she was wise enough not to try and provoke him any further when he raised his hand to his glasses, unfazed, more than ready to sacrifice his current favorite ride if it also stopped that fucking bitch from entering his home like she had a right. She quickly raised both hands, already changing back to her true, scaly, nude shape, as some kind of peace offering probably. Which after recent events felt cynical enough to get nauseous. "Easy there, One-Eye. I'm just here to talk. Not like I could have knocked, is it?" No, it wasn't. And there was also no way Mystique had come here in the shape of one of them, not with recent security updates aimed exactly at this woman's powerful mutation, including daily alternating voice verification at all gates.

But Scott decided he could look into that new defense gap once he'd gotten rid of his enemy, and preferably without the pupils realizing there was trouble in here again. "Full lockdown. Cat: Danger Room, now. Team: Garage." Ignoring Mystique's ridiculous claim, he tried to call the others in with the help of his watch but was faced only with a hectically blinking flash of error signals.

"Don’t bother. Jammer." Mystique casually tapped her wrist where there was a small bulge showing under flesh and skin, making it very clear that no help was coming for the moment unless Charles decided to actually open his nonstop-busy mind to his people again for a change, enough to get a mental distress call through to him.

Not that Scott would have minded on principal shooting right through that hand mockingly waving at him there but experience had taught him painfully enough how tedious and risky every attempt at close combat with this woman was. Not to mention that this bitch wasn’t worth it, making a mess of one of his favorite places in this house and the expensive things stored therein if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Listening to her bullshit for a minute would probably leave less of a headache. "We've got nothing to talk about unless you guys all spontaneously decided to turn yourselves in for various crimes against humanity."

Mystique's amused grin only grew. "So they can take us to whatever prison needs a facelift this time? Eventually, they'll run out of facilities. Sit. None of us is interested in fighting you guys right now."

"Could have fooled me." Scott crossed his arms in front of his body, with his fingertips never far from the edge of his glasses, shuddering demonstratively when Mystique nodded down on the hood next to her. "And no, thanks. I'll be busy enough sanitizing and recoating that E38 as it is, once you got your ugly backside off it."

"You weren’t so picky about my ass a couple of weeks ago," Mystique shot back but showed another peacemaking gesture at the dangerous flash behind his glasses; this time, it looked almost sincere. "Right. Things didn’t go so well in November. That's why I'm here. Magneto feels he owes you one after what happened. He's come up with something that will help remedy something from your past."

"I'm pretty sure the remains of your last attempt of this kind are still drying in a certain maintenance room in the sewers," Scott replied harshly, the temptation to lower his glasses just enough to leave a very lasting impression at least for a day or so on that woman's body growing by the second. "I think I've had my fill."

Whatever Magneto had sent her really for, now Mystique's willingness to play along nice was rapidly waning as well. "As much as I enjoy taking credit for disaster: Anderson was your fuck-up, Summers."

"And you people stuck a key in his back, wound him up, and gave him a stage, so maybe find something else but that high horse of yours to get your ass out of here." Which, preferably, should happen before he'd reach the end of consideration with regard to the pupils' night sleep and a few luxury vehicles.

"Not yet. I told you, Magneto is good at apologizing when he wants to." Under his only tenser gaze, Mystique turned another small swelling on her bare body, around her navel, into a hidden pouch and got out half a dozen identical devices hardly bigger than a coin, kindly wrapped in sterile plastic, that she put down next to her on the car. "Magneto reduced the effects of his reversal weapon to a low, constant setting and compressed it into these. They got an off-switch. You wear one of these, you can keep your quartz shields open until you actually need your blasts."

"I told your lover before, Darkholme, I don’t need his help." The growing headache throbbing behind his eyes didn’t exactly agree with Scott's instinctive refusal of something entirely out of the question, but that might more come from the fact that this woman was still sitting here, talking to him as if she hadn’t had an executive hand in almost getting his partner killed a few weeks ago. He'd seen the kind of partnerships the Brotherhood liked to enter from up close too often to even take a look at anything that would have put him within debt's reach of someone like Magneto of all people. "Besides, if you've got something to sell, I think Charles is still in his office. Lehnsherr hasn’t suddenly discovered charity ambitions. So why don’t you tell me what you really want from me so I can say no and blast you back to where you came from?"

"So rude …" Mystique finally got off the car, never giving that bag another look, and approached him with swinging hips, that ice-cold, unimpressed smile on her lips, as if he didn’t need to lower his glasses only an inch to rip that current shape of hers to pieces. By now he knew this woman's speed and agility well enough to know that wouldn’t have been as easy as she was trying to make it look; but if she was betting on some nebulous code of honor of Scott's kind preventing such a first attack on his part, she underestimated a lot what it could do to someone, being too late to protect a loved one. "It's not terribly complicated, Summers. We're only asking that we all put down our weapons for a while. Recent events showed that both sides can only lose if we don’t resolve that little disagreement of ours. Why don’t you take a couple of weeks off? From how your little sidekick looks, you two can use it. Enjoy that little gift of ours, take care of your family affairs, and keep your nose out of our business for a while. I promise you by the time you're back, you'll like this world a lot better."

"Get the fuck out of my house." It was an insultingly primitive deception, and if he'd had any more physical or mental energy reserves, Scott thought he might have tried harder to look behind it. But more strength than to get all his jobs at Mutant High done had been notoriously absent from his life ever since November. He simply couldn’t be bothered to care about the Brotherhood's delusional warmongering when his private life had just fallen to pieces around him. "I assume you'll find the way. If not Logan will be happy to show you."

"Oh, you two are on a talking basis again?" Mystique's bright eyes promptly lit up in sadistic delight. "What does Xavier have on the guy to still be able to keep him around? Or is it just that people around you have a habit of dying that makes life here so attractive for the feral? Maybe you'll actually find a way to relieve that rabid animal from its existence next ..."

"I'm gonna have to disappoint you on that, Darkholme," Scott answered tonelessly, the slight but undeniable shaking of his hand at this point no longer coming from that constant readiness to free his mutation from its cage. If that woman had learned anything about him in the last ten years, she should know that now was a really good time to shut her dirty mouth. "Unlike you people, we don’t kill for sports. But I can still make this a really unpleasant evening for you if you insist."

"Let's save it for next time you're being a pain in our ass." Faster than Scott could realize that there had been something else in that damn flesh pouch, his enemy jumped from his sight with a weightless spin, right hand aimed his way, a hated, well-known stinging sensation hitting him straight in the chest before he could make his shot, and the lights went out.

*****

Raven comfortably landed on all fours, a night-grey feline shape as easily having crossed the Institute wall as she'd climbed it to get in, and turned her body back into human shape, stretching her limbs with a little grimace, shaking a hint of fatigue from it. Compressing her silhouette into something that small and foreign in proportion and motion was a little more challenging than impersonating people even for her gift, but just for those few minutes of seeing one of her most enemies in such a miserable condition, the little trip had been worth it. "Lockdown is controllable by the mobile device they all got on them," she explained shortly after sitting down in the car Erik was waiting for her in around the corner. "Voice command. Shouldn’t be a problem. Team dynamics are even more fucked up than at Alkali Lake. And they think we're still after the blood source. They have no idea what's coming." Which didn’t mean those people wouldn’t be a problem once Erik and she launched the final phase of their current plans but they would be considerably easier to deal with than in the past. For that, in spite of all that psychopath had done, they almost had to be thankful to Anderson.

"We will see." Erik didn’t come up with optimism regarding his former people easily these days anymore either. All the more outrageous it was that he still was unwilling to give up on those halfwits. "Did you leave them the reversal chips?"

"Waste of good titanium and processing power," Raven growled, resting her feet on the dash to kick at it impatiently. "The boy's gonna blast them to pieces the moment he wakes up. You need to say goodbye to the idea that these people will ever be on our team."

"Not on our team, no." His thin lips tight, Magneto threw a quick glance back through the mirror at that mansion he'd said goodbye to all these decades ago but never really left. "But they will be part of that world we are creating, Raven. And in this world, we will not turn our back on any mutant, no matter how hostile. No more sacrifices."

Raven preferred to keep her mouth shut at that because Erik knew, this was a promise she couldn’t give anyway, not when her team and the X-Men would meet in battle again doubtlessly soon. But while she had never thought a lot of atonement herself: After the events last month, she was at least willing to give these people a little bit of a break until that happened.

#x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #mystique #probably taking place at some point in the future of the main verse #shut up it's past midnight here #time zones are made up anyway #Scott Summers #Cyclops

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hedgiwithapen · 2 years

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They're just kids. Referring to Jon and Mike.

(could be seen as a companion to “intergang has Jon” HERE but could also be its own thing :) )

Mike finished using the pencil nub he’d found in his right sneaker to scrawl on the wall above his “bunk.” Mike was here was right above If you can read this, you can read. He was bored. How long did it take to plan a rescue mission and fly to wherever-the-heck-Kansas? Like, a half hour tops. Courtney owed him a milkshake if she made him wait any longer. At a scuffling outside the door to his cell, Mike perked up. “In here!” he called. “Shut your yap,” was the only response. Mike deflated slightly. “Let me out!” “Shut. up. Or I’ll make you,” Mike was pretty sure the voice belonged to the big guy who’d grabbed him. He still wasn’t sure why. He hadn;t been snooping around the cars his Dad was fixing. Ok, he hadn’t been snooping much. He’d just noticed the inhalers, and thought, “hey

Maybe the driver’s medication shouldn’t be loose, I’ll let them know so they don’t lose it. Oh shit, that guy’s about to die and I have his medicine, you’re welcome.” It was like a good deed, right? Heroes did that kind of thing all the time. Help little old ladies cross streets and rescue cats from trees and helpfully grab inhalers when someone starts having an asthma attack on account of all the smoke on account of ok, so maybe he’d had too much fun with the flamethrower on STRIPE and his dad had rushed into the back to fix it. He’d reached into the car, handed the coughing guy the inhaler and bam. Trunk of a car, and then this bunker. 1/10, not the best field trip ever (though so far better than the 5th grade trip to a salmon hatchery.) “I didn’t do anything AND I didn’t see you do anything,” Mike continued. “So really this is fine. You just let me out, I pretend I ran away for a couple hours, no one goes to jail, I don’t miss my math test.” a lie on both counts, Mike absolutely planned on making the JSA put these guys away for, like, ever, and also using his kidnapping as an excuse to skip school for at least two days of recovery time. Maybe three.

“I said shut up, both of you!” “Eh, just leave it.” A second goon said from the hall. “They’re just kids, we’ve got shit to do.” A door slammed, a heavy metal clang echoing loud enough that it hurt Mike’s ears. When it died away, he could hear just the faintest footsteps. He slumped against the wall a little. “Both, huh?” Mike asked. “Who’s over there?” If it was Courtney, he was legally obligated to laugh at her getting caught instead of saving him before they figured a way out. The answer, when it came, slipped through the vent at the top on the wall of his cell. Mike made an incredibly cursory attempt at climbing up to it before deciding that was pointless. “Uh…Jon.” “Is that a nickname or a fake name, are we doing fake names?” “What? Why would we be doing that, who’s we?” Definitely another teenager, possibly named Jon said back. “No reason, I don’t know, I’ve never been kidnapped with anyone before. I mean kidnapped before.” Mike said. “I’m Mike. Why’d they grab you?” “I don’t know, why’d they grab you?” “Not a clue.” A beat of silence before the other kid--Jon-- said “That’s probably not going to help us get out, is it?” “No,” Mike said, almost cheerful. “I think I’m here because I found some dude’s weird inhaler and he thought I saw something else. I’m pretty sure anyways. I’m between nemesis at the moment. That was a joke, I don’t have nemeses.” “... the inhaler thing, was it yellow?” “Yeah, I think so.” Mike started eyeing the hinges on the cell door. It opened inwards, which was real stupid. He’d still need a screwdriver and a lever, but hey. MacGyver reruns had been on all Saturday while Courtney and her friends had been busy. “That was it, then. Intergang’s dealing drugs with them.” Mike groaned. “I got kidnapped because some dumb drug dealer stopped for a tire change?”

“...if it helps they’re XK. Super drugs?” Jon offered, his voice tilting up like he was genuinely trying to be helpful.. “That’s a little cooler.” Mike agreed. “So how’d you know that?” “I..uh.. My …mom might have pissed them off trying to stop them.” “Gotcha. Who’s your mom?” Mike chafes at the hesitation before ‘Jon’ answers. “Lois Lane.” Mike’s pretty sure he’s heard that name before. Or read it. Somewhere. “Oh! Newspaper lady. I have a paper route.” Jon huffs a laugh. “Yeah. So, obviously that’s not great.” Mike hums. “Yeah. Being just leverage sucks ass. I mean. From what I’ve read. In comic books. Not, like, that I’d know. Or anything.” “You know it’s really obvious that you’re lying, right?” “Really? Ok, so it’s not my first time getting kidnapped. It’s my… third, technically. And let me tell you, still not fun.” “Technically not my first either,” Jon admitted. “Listen, we can’t count on getting rescued. They have this place totally shielded in lead.” Mike wasn’t sure what lead had to do with stopping Dr. Midnite from tracking him, or Wildcat from clawing the shit out of pesky things like doorlocks. “Well that doesn’t seem safe. Isn’t lead poisonous?” “Are you planning on licking the walls outside? Also I don’t think intergang cares.” “Point. Hmm.” Mike started fishing through his pockets. Gum wrapper, a pen, his wallet with all of six dollars in it, plus his school ID, and… “Wow. Are these guys idiots? They feel like idiots.” “What makes you say that?” “I have a plan.” Getting the hinges actually out was harder than expected, even with the little fold flat ,multitool Court had given him after the whole Cindy Incident, but not impossible. Leveraging open the door was another matter. “I’m pretty strong,” Jon offered. “Maybe I can get mine?” So Mike slipped the tool through the vent. “You better get me out too, though,” he warned, listening to the god-awful whine of metal on metal. Jon’s cell had apparently been actually furnished, which meant furnishings to use as a lever. Sure enough, a couple agonizing minutes later, a metal slat was shoved through the tiny gap between door and frame. “ I’ll work it from the outside, you try from yours,” Jon hissed. “Fast.” As soon as there was enough of an opening Mike shoved through, sweating just as much as the other kid was. They ran, rounding a turn. Mike drew up short with a yelp, Jon right on his heels. Two goons blocked the hall. “Dad,” Jon whispered. “I need you.” Mike wanted to call for his dad, too. The same thug who’d grabbed him shook his head, unclipping a weapon from his belt. “I thought I told you to stay put and behave. This didn’t have to go bad for you.” The second guy made a sour face. “Big boss had to know they’d try something. Keep ‘em separated next time.” “Kids need to do as they're told,” the first man said, his grip tightening on the gun. Jon tensed. Mike’s mouth went dry, staring. No one had ever pointed a gun at him before. “So there won’t be a next time.” He pulled the trigger.

#Dammit Hedgi Day #Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Superman&lois #Stargirl #Mike Dugan #Jon Kent #Intergang

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cazperx-x · 2 years

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Okay so I just watched the newest film theory video about stranger things, (you can watch it here, but I would like to think you don't need to watch it to read this) and it gave me an idea for a short byler thingy :)

The Plan

Warnings: mentions/acts of death, suicide, cursing, blood, murder, just overall lots of potentially triggering content

Note: Max is un-coma'd in this bc i said so. Also I think I definitely used a much more poem-y style when writing this, especially with the

like that

1.5k words, I also didn't really edit this- also the moment you go to put this in your masterlist and realize you didn't give it a name

"W-what?! You can't be serious." Everyone was staring at him. At the boy with the bowl cut he'd grown too old for, the boy with the striped shirts.

The boy in love with Michael Wheeler.

"El?" Will squeaked out, turning to the girl with tears in his eyes. But she wouldn't meet his eyes. Will frantically looked around, eyes darting to someone, anyone, who would look him in the eye.

"Mike?"

Mike dropped his head down lower in an attempt to hide the tears forming.

Everyone could hear Will's shakey breathes

Out

He grabbed his bag, rushed out of the room, and started running. Out of Michael Wheeler's basement, out of sight. To where? Anywhere but here.

Just five minutes earlier, Will had been filled with hope.

Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Steve had come back with news. Big ones. They knew how to get rid of Vecna.

Phylacteries

The thing keeping him immortal. As long as it was intact, Vecna would survive. So that's it, right? Simple? Just find his phylactery, destroy it, and then kill Vecna.

How do you find the phylacteries? Well, Vecna's connected to the Mindflayer's hive mind. To add on, once something connected to the hive mind is killed, like a Demogorgon, it weakens Vecna.

Seems easy right?

Just find the last remaining thing on the hive mind that's still living, that's thriving, and kill it.

Wait.

Oh.

Will Byers.

In order to kill Vecna, they had to kill Will Byers.

The boy they'd spent so long trying to keep alive.

The boy Eleven had risked her life to save

Was now the boy Eleven had to kill

For the greater good?

~~~

"Fuck no!" Mike pushed the sharp blade back towards Max, his hands trembling as hot tears streamed down his face.

"L-look, I don't want to do this either. But Mike, it's the greater good."

"Mike. It's for our family. Do you remember what I saw? What Vecna showed me? Mom, dad, Holly, a-and even you, dead. But if we stop him, we can stop our family and so many other people from dying." Nancy sniffled, sitting on the couch next to Robin.

"Well, w-why do I have to do it? Why not Eleven? She’s the Kas in this situation after all-"

"He won't suspect you." Dustin piped up. He'd been oddly quiet this entire conversation. In fact, the only people really talking were Max and Nancy.

"He trusts you the most out of all of us Mike. " El gave him a small smile, trying her best to be comforting.

"Eleven! You spent so much time and effort to get Will out of the upside down, and now you just want to kill him?!"

"It is not my fault Will is on the hive mind. There is nothing else we can do."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe it is. Ever think that maybe you didn't find him quick enough? Maybe if you had tried just a bit harder you could've gotten him out of the upside down sooner?"

El went quiet, and Mike was visibly very upset.

"Look, Mike, no one's going to make you kill him. B-but if you don't I will-"

"Max!" Lucas interrupted, standing up from the couch.

"Look. J-just think about it, okay?" Max gently placed the knife back in Mike's hands, and everyone quietly left the room.

~~~~

Will found himself somewhere he thought he'd left behind.

The backyard of his old home.

The house itself seemed pretty empty, probably because almost everyone in Hawkins had decided to leave with the whole ground opening and revealing a hell dimension thing.

But Will didn't stay by the house

He found himself in the backyard.

Where Castle Byers used to be

It took him back to that night

Its

Not

Fault

You

Don't

Girls

Will sighed, sitting on the cold ground.

Where else could he go?

He couldn't tell Joyce- She'd probably go crazy knowing practically everyone he talked to wanted him dead.

He'd been there for who knows how long, thinking.

Should I be dead?

Should I just kill myself to get it over with?

Will they really go through with it? Will El really kill me?

Suddenly Will was dragged from his thoughts when he heard leaves crunching and twigs snapping.

He started panicking, tears building in his eyes.

"Will?"

It was Mike. Relief flooded Will as he heard his voice, it was someone he could trust. Right?

Mike knelt down next to Will, making sure he hid the knife in his back pocket.

It was for the greater good, right?

"Kinda crazy huh? All...well, this?" Mike tried to chuckle, but the sound came out dry and muffled.

"I-I, I should've just died down there." Will choked out, hot tears streaming down his face.

Mike's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"The upside down. You guys worked so hard t-to try and save me, a-and for what?"

"No no no Will, you have it all wrong. You're amazing, okay, and we would've tried anything to get you out. I would've tried anything."

"B-but why? For s-someone like m-me? I'm such a b-burden, I-I should just kill myself-"

Mike slowly reached for the knife in his pocket.

This didn't feel right.

He shouldn't do it.

He couldn't do it.

"Look, Will Byers. You are the best person I've ever met, and the day you went missing was the worst day of my life. S-sometimes I still think about that night. S-should we of played longer? Should I have convinced my mom to let you sleep over? Asked my parents to d-drive you home?"

"B-but why? I-i'm not worth this much e-effort-"

"Will. Listen to me,"

Mike was crying too. Hot tears streaming from his face, and he turned to face Will, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I," Will stuttered.

"Please, please don't talk about yourself like that ever again." Mike choked out. He slowly grabbed the end of the knife, moving it to where Will wouldn't notice in front of him.

This was a good way to do it right?

Make him feel good, tell the truth, then quickly do it?

"I-I- I love you, Mike." Will sniffled.

Mike froze.

Was that what you call it?

That deep feeling in his gut?

No, it couldn't be

He's straight

Right?

But he thought back to that Halloween night when they were 12

And to the day he thought, Will was dead when they were 11

Was all he felt platonic?

Swallowed by his emotions, Mike forgot about the knife, that was still standing blade up

About his plan

About Vecna

About what his sister saw

And it pulled Will into an embrace

..................................

The knife, still standing blade up

Blood

O-oh god

It was everywhere

Dark crimson-colored liquid spilled everywhere

Like dark, thick paint

Spilling off the canvas

A beautiful canvas, that hadn't been finished

A canvas that was still being painted

"M-Mike?" Will stuttered, the black paint flowing from his mouth, covering his pretty lips.

"No, no no no no no. I-i can't lose you. Y-you're gonna be okay."

"W-was this your plan a-all along?" The boy's words were muffled, plant stopping the words from coming up

"O-of course not. I-I just got you back no no no. You're gonna be okay Will. W-we'll get you to the hospital, a-and I'm sure Dustin's theory w-was wrong and-" Mike gulped, preparing for the words he was about to speak. The words he meant. "I love you, Will Byers. And I'm so, so sorry for how much of an ass I've been to you these past 2 years. Please, please forgive me."

Mike cupped Will's face in his hands.

"W-will? A-are you there? Can you hear me?!" Mike was frantic now, watching the blood pool around them.

"I-i'm so-orry mike." Will stuttered out.

Mike pulled Will's face closer. So close their lips were touching.

a boy and a boy's lips were touching

But it was silent.

"No, nonononono Will please, please Will stay with me."

The s

..........o

.............u

...............n

...................d

of nothing

had never

been

loud.

It felt like Mike was choking. On air, on tears on paint, and on blood. Blood that was not his own. Blood that was never meant to be seen outside its body.

Michael Wheeler was a monster.

Monster

M o n s t e r

M-O-N-S-T-E-R

He murdered the only boy that ever loved him.

He murdered the only boy he ever loved.

And it was very

very

possible

The boy had not lived enough to feel

Michael Wheeler

Do the one thing

He thought of

doing

The one thing

To prove

He wasn't lying

To the one boy

He had ever loved

Mike was holding Will's hand, tears staining his face. Tears made of blood, tears made of pain, tears made of regret and longing.

Tears made of darkness, slowly engulfing the two.

Swallowing up the trees, the forest, the grass, everything until all Michael could see was the boy's closed eyes, a single beam of sun illuminating them.

Michael was engulfed in the darkness, falling but staying still all the same.

A knife.

Bright red from the boy's blood.

Still sharp.

Suitable for one more use.

Mike stood there, shaking in the darkness.

Just him

Just Will

All his faults

The words he couldn't take back

And with this

He picked up the knife

And righted

Cruel

Wrong

#byler #byler fic #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #st4 #michael wheeler #will x mike #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2

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coconutcows · 2 years

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Final part of my Collection, Group photos! I mean, they’re all group photos but these are ones that fit better outside the other groups.

As always photo ids in alt.

The Wolf Fam. Basic Clawd, Frights Camera Action Clawdia, Dance Class and Ghoul Fair Howleen. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss Howleen’s original orange hair colour.

Basic Torelei Stripe, Zombie Shake Purrsephone and Meowlody, and Basic/Scaris Catrine Demew. Catrine’s hair is a hard mess and I have no clue how to fix it

My Hybrids and Fusions. Clawvenus, Lagoonafire, Dracubecca, Cleolei, Sirena von Boo, Neighthan Rot and Avea Trotter. It’s been so long Neighthan’s hair elastic cracked and broke while I was unpacking them.

All the rest of my boys. Ghoul Spirit SloMo, Save Frankie Jackson Jekyll, Basic and Scaris Deuce Gorgon, Basic Invisibilly, and Ghoul Fair Heath Burns. I had completely forgotten I got Billy until I started looking for my MH stuff

Characters I only have one doll of. Basic Nefera, Casta Fierce, Marisol Coxi, Gala Elle Eedee, Field Trip Gigi Grant, Sweet 1600 C.A. Cupid, Basic Rochelle Goyle, Frights Camera Action Viperine Gorgon, Basic/Scaris Jinafire, New Scaremester Twyla Boogeyman, Gala Mouscedese King, and Lorna McNessie. I wish I could’ve gotten a less crowded picture but the middle row was hard to pose

Great Scarrier Reef Toralei, Kala Mer’ri, Posea Reef, Peri and Pearl Serpentine, Draculaura, Clawdeen, and Frankie. If I can find Lagoona I will finally have at least one complete line.

My Create a Monsters. The Vampire, The Sea Monster, The Witch, Deluxe Inner Monster and the Skeleton, Bee Girl, Triclops, and Ghost Girl add on packs. I’ve always loved CAM and I Hope they bring it back even if I never mix n matched the pieces. I also have the whole Cat Girl but she’s been co-opted by a Very Special Ghoul.

This is The Very Special Ghoul in question. I wanted to get into doll customizing but didn’t have the skills or focus at the time to do it. But I didn’t care much for the Cat Girl CAM, mostly because of the ears being clips it made the whole thing look bad so I took her and turned her into the only Successful Custom I’ve ever done, modmads humanized Notebook from Dont Hug Me I’m Scared. I love her too much to just set her back to rights so once I get a spare body I’m going to recreate her. I have a spare head and the yarn hair should be moveable. Her dress is completely hand made and she’ll need new shoes as her current ones belong to the Bee Girl add on pack and she’ll be getting them back.

And finally all my Thrift Finds. Amanita needs a reroot and most of her accessories, her previous owner also cut her basic dress. A bare mouscedese im debating customizing or turning into her city ghouls look, SKRM Lagoona, I found her entire outfit for $10 so all she needs is her forearms and a reroot and she’s good as new (a victim of my customizing attempts), Gloom Beach Jackson who’s missing all but his swimtrunks, a bare wave 2 Draculaura missing her forearms, Dead Tired Ghoulia probably in the best shape only missing her slippers glasses and brain puffs. Classroom 2-pack Ghoulia who may need a reroot and definitely needs that ink removed from her face. I think I could make her a new lab coat at least as well (I’d also like to find her the matching Cleo). Ghouls Getaway Elissabat in decent shape, only missing a few accessories im hoping to find, and a spare Ghouls Alive Clawdeen that I put one of Clawdeens last fashion packs onto but it looks Weird to me due to her head.

And that’s everyone so far. I’m hoping to expand my collection more now that I’m finally getting a decent job and have access to online shopping. I’m also excited to add the Gen3 ghouls to my collection. I love Monster High!!!

#Monster High #Monster High Dolls #Doll Collection #Monster High Collection

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albrechtsenalbrechtsen88 · 2 years

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mark + 24 + 39 + 181? you're amazing, thank you so much!!

mark + “are my fingers not enough for you?” + receiving a massage that quickly becomes more + you being their best friend’s younger sibling

The last thing you expected when you came home from work for family dinner with your two brothers and your parents was to find that your older brother Doyoung had brought one of his groupmates home with him.

Mark Lee was stretched out on the sofa, lying on his belly, and your mother was standing over him, petting his head and offering him some tea.

"What's wrong with you?" You asked as you walked by him.

"Back hurts," he mumbles.

Doyoung comes out of the kitchen. "He's sore from practice, and I'd already invited him to come over before we decided we were just going to a restaurant instead of Mom cooking. He wouldn't listen to me when I told him to just go home and rest."

You crouch down beside Mark's head so you can look him in the eye. "You should've gone home. Or to see your parents if you don't feel good."

"Yeah, yeah," Mark lifts his head and grimaces. "I wanted to see your pretty face. Thought it might make me feel better."

"Stop flirting. It's gross." Doyoung disappears back into the kitchen. Your mother just smiles and follows after him.

You're close with Mark, so you sit there with him for a few moments to talk, and when Doyoung comes back over a few minutes later, he informs you that the decision has been made on where to go eat family dinner with Mark.

"Ah, dude," Mark groans, and he turns over onto his back. "I want to go, but I actually don't think I can. I'll just grab a taxi home, get in bed, pop some painkillers. Sitting through dinner sounds like hell right now. Even if it's with your family."

Doyoung looks like he's about to back out of dinner too, like he's going to say he can go home with Mark, but you know your parents were really looking forward to having dinner with him tonight.

"I'll watch him, Doyoung. Go enjoy dinner with our parents and Gongmyung." You stand up. "I was planning on staying in anyway. I just had dinner with you the other day, which was more than enough of your brotherly advice, and I have dinner with them all the time. Go. I'll get Mark home safely."

So several minutes later, your family has left for dinner, Mark is still lying on the sofa, and you're watching videos on your phone while you sit on the floor with your back against the sofa. Mark's looking over your shoulder, laughing along with you at the funny videos your scroll through.

"I probably should head home," Mark says. "And I can take myself home. I'm not drunk or sick, just achy." He attempts to push himself upright, and he once more grimaces in pain, and sinks back down.

"Mark, if you feel that bad, maybe I should take you to a doctor or something." You put your phone down and pull up to sit on the edge of the sofa, lay your hand on his forehead.

He shakes his head. "I'm just really sore, tense. My back just feels tight." He rolls his shoulders, and groans, "Fuck."

"Mark. Let me help you. Roll onto your stomach." You flutter your hands over him, and Mark stares at you for a long second before complying.

"What are you going to do to me?" Mark asks, getting comfortable. "Well, hey!" He exclaims when you suddenly straddle his ass.

You touch his back, running a gentle hand up his back. "I'm gonna give you a massage. You said you were tense and tight and sore. Let me help you."

Now, if anyone saw you like this--Mark on his stomach, you straddling his ass with your hands all over his back--surely they would have lots of questions. Doyoung would definitely be rolling his eyes and scoffing and telling you two to knock it off.

But Mark, when you start massaging up near his shoulders where you can feel the tense knots where his shoulders meet his neck, he relaxes. Slowly at first, but you can definitely feel him melting like butter under your touch. And your hands move lower, and you hit a certain spot and Mark moans.

You pause. Mark goes perfectly still beneath you.

"Did you just--"

Mark jerks, moving as if to get you off of him, as if to move out from beneath you. "Forget it. I can get myself home like we told Doyoung." He bucks his hips, dislodging you, and he manages just enough that he's able to flip himself over onto his back.

You sink back down, hands on his chest to keep him there. "It was working, wasn't it? Massaging your back was making you feel better?"

Mark stares up at you. "I mean, yeah, like, it was making me feel better, but..." He looks away, avoiding your gaze as his ears burn pink and a blush rises on his cheeks too.

It's cute to see him blushing. And you understand why. You can feel his reason beneath you; his dick is getting harder, and when you shift your hips subtly on top of him, Mark sucks in a breath and bites his lip. He looks back up at you.

"Is it working?" You ask again, and now when you put your hands on him, sliding your fingertips under his shirt and pushing them up his chest to start massaging, Mark rolls his hips up against you in a way so slight that it could have just been him trying to move.

You've always been close with Mark every time that Doyoung brought him around. You can't deny that you've dreamt about him several times, a few of those times being dirty dreams. It was just something about his hands, the way that he moved during choreography, the way that he'd touch you lightly when he stepped around you or was helping you with something.

You like Mark. And right now, it definitely seems like it might not be an entirely one-sided thing.

He watches you with dark eyes, and when your thumbs brush over his nipples, Mark hisses, his cock twitches, and he lifts his hips up in search of contact.

"Are my fingers not enough for you?" You ask, drumming your fingers on his chest as you lightly grind down on him. "You need more?"

Mark licks his lips, gazing at you, thinking, letting his gaze drop from your face down your body to your hips gyrating in slow circles on his lap. He nods. "Yeah," he clears his throat, "Yeah, I need more."

"Good." You smile, lowering yourself over him.

Mark smiles when you pull your hands out from under his shirt to touch his arms, and he lifts his arms under your guiding touch, crossing them over his head, held there lightly by your hand.

Mark lifts his head to meet your kiss.

You like kissing Mark. It's fun and good. It's a little bit dirty too because he's your brother's best friend and you're making out and dry humping him on the sofa like you're both horny teenagers.

Mark moans, rocking his hips up. "Fuck me," he groans.

"Is that an actual request?" You ask, resting a hand on his chest, and pressing him down into the sofa. "Want me to ride you?"

"I do want that, do you?" Mark frees one of his hands to reach down and slip it under your shirt.

"Yeah." You nod. "I do want that too." You slip off his lap, and Mark's mouth falls open as if to ask what the hell you're doing then, but as soon as he sees you shimmying your pants down to your ankles, Mark shuts his mouth and reaches down to open his pants.

When you straddle him again, Mark's hand returns to your hip, sliding higher up your stomach and pushing your shirt with it. He touches your chest, grinding his erection up against you.

You reach down, pull your panties aside, and you curl your hand around Mark's cock, stroking him until he's moaning for you again. You like seeing him so eager, pink in the face and bucking into your touch.

You sigh as you rub him against your entrance, as he bucks up, pressing into you.

He massages your chest, looking into your eyes as he thrusts up again, and this time he enters you smoothly, and you sink down on him, taking Mark in deeply.

"You can't cum in me, okay?" You tell him. "That's my one rule."

Mark nods. "Got it. I'll let you know when I'm close." He reaches up and drags you down into a kiss.

Riding Mark and kissing Mark on the sofa all because you were trying to give him a massage; you can't believe it's happening. You've dreamt of things like this before, fantastic scenarios your horny brain cooked up, particularly one about riding him in a hot tub.

But right now it's reality. You're kissing Mark and bouncing on his cock, hearing him moaning as you massage his cock. He keeps touching your chest, pushing your shirt higher and higher until your chest is exposed to the air, nipples peaking at the cool touch.

"Mark," you moan, gripping his shoulder and sitting up to roll your hips slowly down on him, feeling his length filling you for longer than a moment. "Feel so good."

"Yeah, you do." He leans up as much as he's able to kiss at your neck, and then he kisses lower, his tongue flicks over a nipple. It doesn't feel like much to you, but it's clearly doing something for him to be touching you like this. Mark moans, rocking up to get you to move on his cock again.

Your eyes flutter shut as he starts to take control from beneath you, fucking up into you as he pleases, his breath fanning against your chest.

"Fuck," he moans. "Ah, shit, you feel so good. I'm gonna cum, shit."

You like listening to him swear like this, the way that you can hear him losing control over himself, his senses to overwhelmed with the pleasure of his rising orgasm.

Mark swears again, trying to pull you back down on him when you quickly move off. You sink your body down between his knees, resting a relaxing hand to massage his thigh as you lower your head and do your best to swallow his cock down to the base.

A guttural, beautiful moan leaves Mark, his fingers knotting in your hair as you gag around him. You let him move you with his hands in your hair and his hips rabbiting up to fuck your throat.

His groan as he cums is like music to your ears, half-drowned out by your pulse racing and the wet sounds of your attempts to not choke on him. Mark cums over the back of your tongue and you suck him through his orgasm, feeling him spill stripes of cum that you swallow rather than choke on it, sucking until he goes soft and makes quiet whines and pulls at your hair.

When you sit up and wipe your hand across your mouth and chin, Mark tries to pull you up toward his mouth as if to return the favor of oral sex, but you shake your head.

"What about you, though?" Mark asks, "I want to make you cum too. It's not a good time unless we're both happy at the end. Come here. At least let me kiss you again."

So you lift yourself up, crawling over him so you're basically lying on his chest, and you kiss him again. Slowly, savory kisses and his wandering touches that soon have you grinding down on him, feeling too empty and with the burning desire to cum, and Mark fulfills that desire, filling you with his fingers to grind down on.

You break the kiss when you cum, dropping your forehead to Mark's shoulder as you pant and sigh while his fingers push you over the edge, sending you freefalling through an orgasm. Your heart races, and you wonder if he can feel the pounding through your chest echoing into his own.

Mark draws his fingers out, wiping them through the sticky mess to lube them up just a little extra, and starts fingering you again until your fingers and toes are curling, and you're trying to hide your moans.

"You're so cute," Mark tells you, kissing your hair when the second orgasm rocks through you.

You answer him with a soft grunt, reaching down to push his hand away from between your legs. You feel good. Buzzy and light, temporarily able to ignore the fact that you just came twice with the best friend of your brother on your sofa. You just want to soak in the feeling, but you know you can't stay like this. It's been a while, and you don't know how long your family will be out. You can't still be like this when they get back, and Mark probably shouldn't be here either.

You kiss Mark's neck, just a parting kind of kiss, before you sit up.

"How's your back feel now?" You tease, running a hand through your hair and tugging your shirt back down over your panties.

"Feel like you should help me home." Mark rubs your thigh, tugging on the hem of your shirt. "Be a good friend, maybe tuck me into bed."

You laugh and lean in to kiss him again. "I can do that."

Requests are now closed! Thank you to everyone who sent these in, I’m just finishing the last drabble requests in my inbox!

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lonelyeyesweek · 3 years

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Lonelyeyes week starts in four days! Time for guest list to be revealed and see if anyone is invited. 👁️⚓

[ID: A cream paper on a light green background. The paper has a thin, navy border along the sides. At the top of the paper, there is a translucent light blue stripe going the width of the paper. In it reads, “Guest List”

Underneath it, in Peter’s blue print, it says, “Why is this list so long? I don’t even know these people…” To which Elias, in green print, has responded, “You are doing your best not to know anyone Peter, that is not an argument”

Thus begins the list. Names have been written in Elias’ green cursive, but each has been crossed out. Next to each name follows a conversation between Peter and Elias in their respective prints.

At the top is “Michael” which has been crossed out by Elias who also wrote, “He never bothered to hand in his resignation properly. Getting consumed by Spiral is not an excuse.” Peter has added, “Ah, I remember him, had to take him and Gertrude to Russia. Poor guy would have been a good lonely avatar.”

Following that is “Oliver Banks” Elias also crossed out this name and wrote, “Something about him just makes me uncomfortable…” Peter put, “Please you are just being paranoid.”

Next is “Jane Prentiss” Elias crossed this off and put, “Actually inviting anyone of Corruption is probably a bad idea.” Peter added, “If I see any worms in our food I’m leaving your Elias >:(“

Then “Hezekiah Wakely” Elias crossed this off and added, “He never responded to my last letter. Also he probably passed away a century ago.” To which Peter responded, “Leave it to the old man to forget which friends are already dead.” Peter has also drawn a little tombstone next to this.

The next name is “Simon Fairchild” which Peter has crossed off this time and wrote, “No” Elias responded “Why? I thought you don’t mind Simon. Is he teasing you about some lost bet or…?” Peter added, “I don’t want to talk about it” Elias then said, “I think I need to have some chat with him now.” Peter’s last part is overlapping with Elias’ last message, he wrote “NO!” very largely over the last word

Next is “Jared Hopworth” which Elias crossed out and added, “Flesh avatars are such an Eyesore” Peter added, “ . . . pun intended?” And Elias has drawn a little eye next to this

Then “Alfred Grifter” Elias crossed his name off and wrote, “I still cannot believe you hired him once to play at our wedding” Peter responded, “I didn’t even know he is an avatar of the Slaughter! I just hired the first person I met, what did you even expect from me?”

“Jude Perry” is next and was crossed off by Elias who also wrote, “She burnt decorations last time” Peter added, “Yes, she missed, I think she aimed at you…” Elias responded to that saying, “She was just upset because Agnes was in the middle of dating that young man and I invited her to the wedding.”

Then “Nikola Orsinov” Elias crossed her off and added, “No, for obvious reasons” Peter responded, “Aww you don’t want our wedding to be a spectacle?” Elias responded to that saying, “Peter, if you want skinned people and blood dripping everywhere, be my guest.” Peter added, “Just teasing you. I don’t like the stranger.” And he also drew the tragedy and comedy masks next to this.

Next is “Maxwell Rayner” both Elias and Peter have crossed him off the list. Elias wrote, “No, for even more obvious reasons! He also keeps flirting with me even when I told him no.” Peter added, “No idea who he is but kick him out.” Elias responded, “You really don’t listen when I complain, do you? Also oh? Is someone jealous?” Peter added, “NO! Let’s move on” and Elias responded to that, italicised, “You do care!” Elias also drew a heart on the right side of the text.

Following that is “Gertrude Robinson'' whom Peter has crossed off and added, “I don’t want there to be any Archivist. Also didn’t you kill her?” Elias added, “Oh true I did” Elias also drew a gun that says, “Bang bang the witch is dead” underneath it.

The name “Jonathan Sims” was crossed off by Peter who wrote, “I said don’t want there ANY Archivist” Elias has added a crying emoticon.

Both Elias and Peter crossed off “Nathaniel Lukas” Peter wrote, “I don’t want there any members of my family” Elias added, “Don’t worry I doubt they would come anyway” Peter added, “Thank god for that, I don’t think I could handle any more disapproving stares.” Elias responded, “Rude, I am delightful!!!”

Lastly is “Annabelle Cane” whom Peter crossed off. Elias wrote, “She asked me not to send her more junk mail which she defines as: ‘questions about Web related statements, attempts at friendly correspondence, articles about spiders and wedding invitations if it is more than once a year’” Peter added, “Wish you listened to me like that when I say I don’t want to answer questions about my crew” and he drew a small ship with a heart next to it. Elias drew a web with a spider on the other side of the text.

At the bottom of the paper, Peter has written, “Why do the list when you scratch out everyone anyway?” To which Elias has responded, “I want to know why exactly I am not inviting them (and you scratched some people away too…)”

There is also a pen laying on the bottom right of the paper. End ID]

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wrathandgreed · 4 years

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A crafty MC making goodbye gifts for the demon bros (unromanced and romanced).

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I’m a huge crafter (knitter, crocheter, spinner, weaver, cross stitcher, etc) and I’m currently knitting my husband a winter hat, so I started trying to figure out what a crafty MC would make the brothers as goodbye gifts when they go back to the human world.

Also, this got REALLY REALLY long.

Lucifer

(Unromanced)

This guy is hard to make stuff for.

His aesthetic is VERY tight and leaves no room for mistakes

So a simple winter scarf, in business-black, is probably the way to go.

Somewhat lux yarn, cashmere/silk or alpaca/silk, so it has a sheen

He travels to the human world sometimes, and Diavolo has winter themed events in Devildom sometimes, so a scarf isn’t totally impractical.

He would appreciate the amount of time you spent making it, even if he didn’t get a chance to wear it that often.

(Romanced)

Let’s get more personal, now. You still have the same problem with his aesthetic, and the fact that if you want to give him something ~~personal~~ he won’t be able to wear it openly. His pride says no.

He’s stern in public, but affectionate in private.

You knit a medium-sized decorative pillow cover for his bed, in his signature wine-red.

It’s simple and elegant and can sit on his bed like it’s something he picked up in a Hellhome Goods store, and only *he* knows it’s a private gift.

After swearing him to secrecy, you get Solomon to help you charm the pillow, so it never pills up or wears out, and it maintains your scent forever. (Actually, it’s fair to say you do this for all of the romanced gifts).

“I thought, you know, if I can’t be there with you every night, something of me can?”

Awkward MC is awkward.

He not only appreciates how much time went into the gift (who knows how busy you are better than Lucifer?) but that you spent that much time thinking about him.

Mr. Acts of Service over here. Every stitch is something you did *for him*

You assume he’ll just leave it on the bed, and maybe, if you’re lucky, it’ll help you be the last thing he thinks of at night and the first thing he thinks of in the morning.

Maybe he’ll smile when he sees it, and some of his weariness will lift.

Oh, if only you knew.

Mr. “Stern In Public” wraps himself around the pillow every night. Well. Every time he manages to sleep. Which, let’s face it, isn’t every night.

But when he DOES sleep, it’s with that pillow. If he can’t sleep wrapped around you, this will have to suffice.

Finds he doesn’t sleep well when he travels, because he refuses to bring the pillow with him.

If asked, he says it’s because it’s not important.

But he just doesn’t want to lose it.

It’s too important to him.

Mammon

(Unromanced)

You’ve seen this boy’s room.

You’re not spending hours and hours and tons of money making him something.

You love the guy, but you’ve seen how he takes care of his possessions.

Most of what he owns is chucked aside when the next new-shiny comes along.

You know he loves you to bits and he’ll be careful with whatever you give him.

But “careful” has a different definition for Mammon than for some of the others.

So you knit him a hat. A trendy, slightly-too-small hat in black with a small yellow stripe on the brim.

You can use some lux yarn because, for a single-skein project, investing in cashmere or mohair or something isn’t too awful.

It looks really great on him - the fluff of his white hair, the small yellow stripe, then the wash of black as contrast. It makes his eyes pop and his skin look even warmer.

He wears it to a shoot one day and the photographer loves it

Now everyone wants one

But he has the only one because it’s handmade

Suck it, losers!

The Avatar of Greed finally has something everyone else wants that no one else can get!

(Romanced)

Yeah, you’ve seen his room. You’ve practically lived in his room. But you know he’ll be careful with anything you give him because he loves you.

It would break his heart to have to ask you to fix something you made for him.

You know he’s going to suffer when you leave

You want him to know that you’re always there, even if you’re not *there*

So you knit him a sweater

A big, oversized sweater out of super soft chunky wool with tons of texture.

You finish it early so you can wear it around your room for a few weeks. On the rare nights you sleep alone, you sleep in it.

Again, get Solomon to enchant it.

Now it smells like you.

You wouldn’t notice, but a demon’s sense of smell is far stronger.

“I know it’s not, like, fashionable or anything. But it’s comfy and it can be…..a portable hug?”

His face turns red and he winds up stammering. Obviously. So he puts it on to avoid having to look at you.

Chucks it on over his tshirt. He immediately pulls the neckband back up over his face to take a deep inhale from the fabric.

He looks really cute in it

(He looks really cute in anything, let’s face it)

Might start crying.

Hug him pls.

Any night he feels lonely (which is most nights) he wears this sweater. Falls asleep in it half the time.

It really is like a hug, and the boy needs all the hugs he can get.

Leviathan

(Unromanced)

Out of all the brothers, Levi is the one who will appreciate STUFF. No matter what you make for him, he’ll love it.

It’s limited edition! No one else has anything like this!

So this boy is getting crocheted plushies.

(They’re called amigurumi, and he’ll appreciate knowing that)

You make a mobile for his room

Hanging from it are little plushies of all his favorite sea creatures

Henry 2.0 is the biggest

But there’s a few jellyfish

A whale

You had to completely invent a pattern for a kraken, and it came out okay!

You had some extra yarn, so you made a few extra jellyfish

They get suction cups.

Now he has jellyfish in his tanks and outside his tanks

Spends the next hour rigging up the mobile over his tub so he can see them before he goes to sleep and remember how much his true friend cares about him.

(Romanced)

This took….time to make.

You had to basically invent two patterns from scratch

There was a LOT of frogging.

And swearing.

When Levi opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper, there’s two crocheted figures

One of each of you

(The one of you may or may not be dressed as Ruri-Chan)

“You made these…..for me?”

Tell him you made ONE of them for him. You take the one of him and hug it, “This one comes with me. So I’ve still got you.”

(Don’t let him cry!)

(Too late)

Then you show him the best part - each figure has a magnet in one hand.

When they get close to each other, the magnets snap together and the figures hold hands :)

Even though the two amigurumi will be in two separate realms, those magnets will want to find their partner.

Levi is floored - this is just like something out of an anime! Like two halves of a locket or something!

He can’t even find words. Possibly not for the next hour or two.

But he makes the cutest little squeaks and the verbal equivalent of keysmashes.

Like Lucifer, he sleeps with your gift. But he also carries it around his room. It has pride of place on his desk, and he purchases a stand so you can sit with him while he games or does his online schooling.

He talks to it like he would talk to you, especially on busy days when you can’t actually talk to him on the D.D.D.

It eases the feeling that you left Devildom and forgot about him. Eases - just a little - the jealousy of every human in your world who gets to talk to you. Because none of THEM have a handmade you. Just him.

Satan

(Unromanced)

This guy is either the easiest one to make for, or the hardest.

Like, you could make him a stuffed kitty. Or knit him a tie. But he’s not a super sentimental guy (unless romanced) and, in the end, that’s just stuff. His room is FULL of stuff.

Soooooo, you take out your sewing skills and sew him a traditional Sherlock hat - the deerstalker one, the one that never was actually in the books, but is still associated with the character.

The most straightforward of the brothers, Satan is indeed touched that you spent so long making something for him and he tells you so.

Insists he’ll wear it when solving mysteries.

You laugh, but he actually does wear the hat when reading mysteries now.

It reminds him of the trip to London - how he got to solve an actual mystery, save his brother, and see the sites with his friend.

(Romanced)

YouTube made it look so easy.

It’s just paper, right? Paper and thread and a needle. You can sew clothes and stuffed animals. How hard can it be to sew together pages to make a book?

Oh, my sweet summer child.

You considered actually pulping and making your own paper, but after the seventh ruined batch of signatures you’re grateful you talked yourself out of that one.

You also considered an actual leather binding, but go for boards and a more simple Japanese sewing technique.

This project is the perfect thing to give to Satan - not just because it’s a book, but because making it is causing you SO MUCH RAGE.

Who needs firewood when you have the ruined attempts of your gift?

You may have thrown various attempts on the floor and stomped on them before chucking them in the fire.

It takes weeks but you finally get the book together. Now the REAL work can begin.

Every book the two of you read together. Every book you discussed. Every book you recommended to him. Every single one gets a page - a title, a date, and a discussion of your discussion of the book.

The book itself becomes a tour through your growing relationship.

While not as stern as Lucifer in public, Satan is also definitely fond in private - he’s completely unsurprised to receive a book as a present, but once he begins leafing through it, the semi-smug smile vanishes.

He looks shocked, and his hold on the book gentles.

His fingers run down the page, tracing your handwriting on a page particularly precious to him.

Speechless for a few minutes, he finally returns with only “I love it.”

Said so softly and sincerely that you can’t doubt his sincerity.

There are blank pages at the end and he begins to use them to document newer books he’s reading - ones he wants to discuss with you later.

Asmodeus

(Unromanced)

Good luck keeping your gift a secret!

Asmo loves craft and crafty things, so he’s always curious about what you’re making and fascinated with the process.

Probably helps with suggestions for the others, especially for a romanced brother (although WHAT you see in them is beyond him, after all, what can THEY have that Asmo doesn’t?)

Because he seems to pop up out of nowhere, he’s already seen his gift a few times. Thankfully, he thinks you’re making it for yourself.

Bonus, he’s whiny and jealous about it, and obviously wants it for himself. So, score. You know he’ll like it.

It seems simple; a pair of fingerless gloves in his signature hot pink. But the yarn is mohair lace (you’ve cursed at it many, many times for tangling on you) held double with merino/silk black yarn.

The gloves are lacy and airy, sensual and soft. They feel wonderful to wear, and look great with a majority of his outfits.

He absolutely squeals and hugs you when he opens up the gift - the gift he was so jealous of! Of COURSE you were making it for him this whole time!

Wears them constantly. His Devilgram pics start having a lot of “what am I holding?” themes. Cups of coffee or hot chocolate. Someone else’s hand. A ticket for an absolutely fabulous play. And a LOT of peace signs and finger-hearts :)

(Romanced)

This one requires the cooperation - willing or not - of everyone in the house.

You start with your DDD. That’s easy enough.

Since you’ll need Sol’s help anyway, it’s easy enough to plunder the pictures on his phone, too.

The rest of the brothers you get, one by one. Belphie’s you steal while he’s sleeping, although you found nothing useful on it. Beel just lets you borrow his phone. You ask to borrow Mammon’s while he’s gambling and he doesn’t notice that it takes you an hour to give it back. Satan - the real photographer - must be taken into your confidence - you might need his help later anyway. But he’s particularly close to Asmo, and knows how to keep his mouth shut.

You stalk Lucifer for a few weeks. You ask Satan for advice. You consider asking Diavolo to just order Lucifer to hand over his phone.

Finally you just ask him for it.

Getting a hold of Asmo’s phone is the hardest bit. You have to wait until he’s deep in a spa day, hanging around in his tub with both a sheet mask AND cucumber slices.

Then you make off with his phone. And go through the photos.

His wonderful Devilgram-worthy pictures you ignore. You start looking for the ones that he rejected, but kept. The one where both of you cracked up laughing right before the photo snapped. The one where he dropped his hot chocolate and then stole yours.

The two of you in clay face masks and toe spacers? Yep. The one you took of him with super-wide eyes as he put on mascara? Definitely. Selfies of you two surrounded by his brothers, by Sol, by Simeon, even a few with Luke.

The one Satan took of the two of you dancing at one of Diavolo’s balls, so lost in each other that the rest of the ball might as well not exist? Of course.

You combine them with the ones taken by everyone else in the house.

Culling them for the best takes weeks. Because you don’t just want the ~~prettiest~~ pictures or the ones designed for social media.

You pick the ones with emotional meaning, ones of important events, but mostly you choose pictures of genuine laughter and affection. Ones that show how much the two of you love each other, and how much true friendship exists in the house.

How much he’s not alone, and how much he is loved. How much the people around him appreciate him.

With Satan and Solomon, you gather and enchant a simple glass cube.

It displays these photos, gently lit up, like the digital picture frames in the human world.

“I want you to remember me,” you say quietly. “I want you to remember how much fun we’ve had, and how much I love you for you.”

Not gonna lie, Asmo cries.

The cube moves around his rooms depending on where he is - it’s by his tub if he’s taking a bath. It’s on his vanity when he’s putting on his makeup. He credits it with helping his relaxation and makeup game.

It’s always on a nightstand by his bed before he goes to sleep. Sometimes he just lays on his back, puts the cube on his stomach, and watches memories float through it.

What you wanted - for him to remember that he’s loved for more than his sexual prowess - comes true. The pictures remind him of the life he has outside of a bedroom.

He starts spending more time with his brothers. He starts taking more pictures.

His followers appreciate the diversification in his content :)

He appreciates how much you love getting texts of those photos - the not-social-media-ready ones, but the REAL ones.

Beelzebub

(Unromanced)

I mean, you could just bake the guy a dozen cakes.

But then he’d eat them and they’d be gone.

And you can’t make him anything that looks like food, because he’d eat it.

You’ve finished your gifts for half of the brothers before you even figure out what to make for him.

And then it comes to you…..socks.

He’ll use them.

He won’t eat them.

They’re not the most interesting gift, but you’re running out of time.

You actually manage to find a pattern covered with colorwork triangles that mimic his usual shirt.

You get Satan to charm them for you - the problem with handmade socks is that they wear out FAST. Not anymore!

Beel LOVES them.

(To be fair, he’d probably love anything you gave him)

Once he knows they won’t wear out, they become his Game Socks.

Like most athletes, he becomes superstitiously obsessed with the socks, wearing them for absolutely every game he plays.

Is convinced they help him win.

(Romanced)

You encounter basically the same problem as above - what on earth to make him?

You want something that reminds him how much you love him, and it absolutely can’t be anything he could even be tempted to eat, because he’d never forgive himself.

You try a number of times to build a small tapestry loom, but that skill seems to be beyond you.

Finally you have to beg Lucifer to pick one up for you in the human world.

Once you get it, you’re off and running.

Now, just because things can’t look like food doesn’t mean it can’t be inspired by it.

Red yarn, the exact juicy red of an apple - but here, just an abstract circle. Mixes of pale cream, yellow, and red in a triangle - an abstract pizza slice.

Those cookies Barbatos makes? There. The broccoli-cheddar soup you learned to make for her? Now just an orange blob with tiny green squiggles. And on, and on.

And buried, scattered throughout, little woven hearts.

The hearts are made of slightly different yarn, puffier and thicker, so they stand out just a little bit.

In the end, you have a decent-sized wall hanging, full of texture and shapes that are just reminiscent enough of food to bring a smile to Beel’s face, but not enough to actually be worth eating.

He passes the hanging every day, and every day he brushes his fingers over the yarn or through the fringe; a physical reminder of you.

Belphegor

(Unromanced)

This guy is probably the easiest one to make things for.

Is it soft? Is it cuddly? Can he use it as a pillow? Can he snuggle it like a stuffed animal?

Click “yes” on any of those questions, and you have a happy - well, a slightly less annoyed - Belphie.

Which is why you take this as a challenge. The easy answer - a pillow - is BORING. And the other easy answer - a blanket - would take WAY too much time.

So, like Levi, he gets a plushie.

But not just any plushie.

He gets a plushie of Lucifer.

Lucifer…..on a pastel unicorn.

Belphie starts cackling the moment he opens it, which is fair, because you laughed a fair bit designing and making it.

He starts leaving it where Lucifer can find it, then saying that the elder can’t do anything about it, because MC made it and there’s no way he’d want to harm anything made by MC.

Satan tries to steal it.

In the end, an “anonymous” Devilgram is created, dedicated to the “adventures” of this particular plushie.

It’s all fun and games until Diavolo wants one.

(Romanced)

Well, for your boyfriend, the time and effort involved in making a blanket is just fine.

You debate endlessly - comprehensive color scheme? Granny squares or stripes? How heavy?

You go with your gut instinct - this isn’t a boy who cares about color schemes or blanket styles.

(Just look at his clothes, seriously.)

He cares about one thing - comfort.

You find the softest, smushiest yarn you can, and a pattern you can tolerate working on for like 100 hours.

You go old-school; a granny square blanket like the ones that pretty much every person had thrown over the couch in the 70s and 80s. The perfect nap blanket.

Black… mostly black, with some bright accent colors. Kind of obnoxious accent colors, actually. You figure it’ll appeal to his (dubious) sense of humor. Also it’ll piss Lucifer off seeing it around the house, clashing with literally everything in the oh-so-perfectly-decorated Gothic interior.

This one requires….special enchantment.

A little bit of ritual, and that blanket will fold up into a tiny square; easy to carry from place to place.

Belphie is torn between wanting to carry it around everywhere, like his pillow, and to leave it in the attic room, always waiting for him.

Depending on his mood, he’ll do one or the other.

But no matter what, he also sleeps juuuust a little bit better under it, snuggled up under your love.

You make him the Lucifer plushie, too. It’s too funny not to :)

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battlships · 3 years

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Hello friends it’s 5am and I want to talk about a few things: Jewish Bucky, Steve the golem, and the importance of Sam and Bucky’s dynamic. This is gonna get long so I’ll put a cut in at some point

okay so Bucky in the MCU is based off two characters, Bucky Barnes, Captain America's sidekick and Arnie Roth, Steve Rogers' childhood best friend who saved him from bullies growing up. Arnie is gay and Jewish (Roth is a very typical Jewish name without being a stereotype). Remember these characters were all originally created by Jews and names are very important in Jewish culture. Now, Steve is a character who was metatextually created by Jewish writers to fight the Nazis (and therefore protect the Jewish people). A golem is a being created from clay to protect the Jews in times of trouble. There's a whole extra thing about truth and death that i can get into at another point BUT that's not super important right now because Steve is a different kind of golem.

Steve obviously is also his own character within the context of the story, so he's a metaphorical golem. The writers created him to fight the Nazis like I said... but textually he's also a golem, "created" in a sense by the Jewish scientist Abraham Erskine... to fight the nazis and protect the Jews. Futhermore, while it's a different kind of star to not be quite so obvious, the Hebrew words for "star of David" is "magen david" or "shield of David" and what does Steve fight with?

A shield. With a star. And he uses that shield to save his Jewish best friend from the Nazis.

(Side note, Jewish prisoners were more likely to be selected for experimentation, which is what was happening to Bucky when Steve found him.)

So now that we've gotten all of that established, let's talk about why it's so important that Sam isn't give the super soldier serum (in canon, please have fun with all your fics and headcanons) but Bucky is. Bucky was held captive by a fictional group of people that started off with the Nazis and have since morphed into something different, something possibly more dangerous, because it's hidden. He was held captive and tortured by Neo-Nazis. (I hope I don’t need to explain that Soviet Russia was also not a big fan of the Jews.) He was also forced to do terrible things to survive, something with which many white Jews have to reckon.

Bucky ultimately can’t be held responsible for his actions by any law, but he is morally held responsible and takes it upon himself to make amends. This is a very Jewish concept of forgiveness (not to say it doesn’t exist in other cultures). According to Jewish law, a person can’t be granted forgiveness by G-d unless they’ve truly and genuinely undergone “teshuvah” or “repentance”. This means a sincere attempt at making amends to the person you’ve wronged, or to their family. I don’t know if the FAWS team knew what they were doing here, but honestly kudos either way.

Teshuvah is not just about making amends though, it also involves self-reflection.

The elements of teshuvah include rigorous self-examination and require the perpetrator to engage with the victim, by confessing, expressing regret and making every effort possible to right the wrong that he committed.

What is therapy if not self-examination?

That also makes it very important that Bucky isn’t really making amends in the way that Jewish law requires until Sam sets him straight. Now, let’s talk about Sam for a bit. Samuel Wilson, a black man who grew up in modern day America, and in FAWS it’s the American South. He’s constantly bombared by an image of America that has never fought for him. But when he’s handed the shield by Steve, he doesn’t become a golem the way Steve was... and he’s never given the serum. On one level that’s good because it would harken back to the Tuskegee Experiments, which is very blatantly referred to with Isaiah. But I feel like I’m probably not overstepping any bounds as a white person to say that maybe we don’t need more torture porn. If I am feel free to call me out.

That said, I think it’s really important that with Sam and Bucky, the dynamic is flipped. Whereas Steve, in his position of social power over Bucky as a white goyische man (though still a victim of some oppression himself as a working class Irish Catholic in the 30s) was the one saving Bucky (after Bucky saved him when he was physically weaker), now Bucky the white Jewish man is the physically stronger one who protects, defends, and uplifts the black man wearing the stars and stripes. When Steve first had his Captain America moment, Bucky shouted to the crowd “Let’s hear it for Captain America!” Steve was a vehicle for a Jewish voice. Meanwhile Sam’s Captain America moment involved him getting to directly yell at US senators over their refusal to help the people of their country and the world who need them, despite the fact that they very easily could. After Sam gets to have his voice heard, Bucky quietly tells him, “Good job, Cap.” It’s not Bucky’s place to speak for Sam, but to validate and support him instead.

There is a long history between the Jewish and Black communities, one of both contention and support, with a hell of a lot of crossover. We are often pitted against each other by white goyische society despite the fact that we have common goals, and Sam and Bucky are a really great (probably mostly accidental) metaphor for what we can accomplish working together. While Bucky is a victim of white supremacy as a Jew, he also benefits from it as a white man, so it’s his responsibility to use that whiteness to defend Sam when he needs it (both in battle - Bucky will often jump in front of Sam to take a hit meant for him - and in society in general, like when Sam was justifiably angry at him and the cops started hassling Sam for his ID).

Anyway this ramble was partly brought to you all by the batshit take that Bucky in FAWS is actually supposed to be a Nazi and the moral of FAWS is that we’re supposed to forgive Nazis. Shoutout to Noah Berlatsky for muting me on twitter when I tried to argue with him about it. Bucky isn’t a Nazi, he’s a Jew who suffered under white supremacy and also helped to perpetuate it but is now attempting to make amends and uplift black voices.

#Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #TFATWS #FAWS #falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #MCU #Jewish Bucky Barnes #mine #meta #jewish meta #yes i'll be eternally mad about that 'bucky is a nazi' take #what a fucking idiot lol #also sam and bucky are married i don't make the rules #i'm also quite obvously very biased #i love bucky and part of why i love bucky is bc i percieve him as jewish #but it's because his story doesn't really make sense if he's not

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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:: random things about boyfriend yoongi

↳ ♡ NOTE I saw this format floating around the fandom and thought it was cool and sweet (just like our honey boy so here it goes) 😊 includes an sfw and nsfw bit, both can be read independently.

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SFW

First off, Yoongi is laid-back and casually sexy the way we know him. But he also has spikes of energy where he actually gets a little clingy. Any opportunity he will use to hold hands or jump around like a madman with his gummy smile because he got excited about something that you never could predict would make him so happy. He truly is an epiphany.

He’s your most eager personal chef but funnily enough a little unsettled by onions so you end up helping him. Yoongi hates to be crying in the kitchen because of some evil little vegetable but hey, perfect time and place to spend half an hour huddled together cooking or baking. And Yoongi is secretly longing for a cheesy scene, he finds it romantic when you wipe the tears from his face.

His way of speaking to you is a mix of mumbly Korean, high-pitched pouty cat speak, and old-school English slang phrases that he learned somewhere on social media or award shows back in 2018. Most of the time he takes things seriously but is up for some joking anyway. He is sure to giggle every now and then which is really adorable of him. Yoongi is also the person who gets every nuance of your humor and reacts to it.

After being single, you really have to get used to someone waddling around the house. Like— oh, he’s there! And it’s none other than him! Since Yoongi isn’t noisy when he concentrates on his laptop, it really stands out when he morphs from his unmovable rock-like being to a slow rolling stone headed towards the kitchen from time to time. You have to blink every time. And how could you not look up, he’s walking by with his cutest oversized sweaters and striped fluffy socks.

He cannot hide things that normal people would try to keep secret — because of their own discomfort, but he is good at blocking out things that serve your comfort. I’ll explain what I mean. If you have been keeping up with Yoongi postponing the reveal of his surgery until it was successful, you know what I mean. In short, Yoongi is pretty much an automatic filter for things that disturb you. Knowing the right time and place to inform you is the key. As is disregarding things that don’t concern you as a couple, unnecessary drama and opinions. He’s really good at that without ever trying to sugar-coat the important things because he remains a frank and honest soul.

Yoongi has an easier time giving random presents for simple occasions rather than making a big deal out of traditional festivities. So, big celebrations are often kept simple — unless the rest of BTS is there advocating their ‘a little party never killed nobody’ motto — while Yoongi focuses on getting you something attentive or useful every other day pretty much. He’s still a frugal type, you know him. It’s more about inexpensive things that catch his eye because he heard you likes this or that type of snack or want this or that sofa cushion.

There’s always something new and surprising in the fridge and it’s hardly ever empty because Yoongs takes care of the groceries, really thinking it through. Just personal chef things. Being Yoongi’s partner must be the most destressing thing. He takes responsibility for the worldly things, the ironing clothes and the trash cans. He himself thinks that’s the easiest shit ever and is ready to put time into it (he sees the merit, it drives him) while thinking your side — the sheer act of being in love with him, being there for him — must be hard. Which it isn’t.

Yoongi thinks emotions and relationships are tough and complicated while daily life runs smoothly at the snap of a finger. You think maintenance is a drudgery while love is not the maze your boyfriend assumes it is. Deep down Yoongi thinks he’s unlovable and a bad person, that’s why he believes he doesn’t have the burden but you have. That your affection then blazes past the barriers in Yoongi’s esteem is something that he finds incredible. It catches him off guard there, you burst the bubbles of the flaws he falsely imagines he has.

You bet your ARMY bomb you’re watching cat videos together.

Guess who’s the first person to hear all of Yoongi’s upcoming hit tracks? Even Namjoon gets the first sample ten minutes later. You gotta be really advanced at keeping secrets and avoiding accidental leaks with your phone or something.

Yoongi hesitates with the analogy because it’s a little funny and you’re evidently not a steaming liquid made of beans, but he claims you really are like his daily americano. Makes his every morning better.

Now, in all seriousness. What means the most to him is that you take him how he is and are stable company. Yoongi is afraid of betrayal and stupid games so he has to be sure to have a safe bet going. I think that’s why he fancies marriage, it’s a sign of commitment and some degree of permanence to him. And yes, he is a bit jealous in nature since he’s easily invested in someone with a purity of feeling, almost in a naive way. Yoongi easily idolizes his partner and puts a lot of energy into a bond. He wants to protect that, take the risk, and he has watched for someone who radiates genuine trust and faith. He is sure to have found it in you without any illusions and he is right. Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

Playing the piano for dinner or date night is a must, he practices constantly to advance to a great standard. He secretly finds a lot of satisfaction in you cooing at his skills and melodies. Those ten bony fingers gliding over the keys with such a technicality and focus, and a passion that makes you hold your breath, it’s great to watch.

Did you see that one coming? He will compose and produce a designated mixtape only for you personally. Yes, with a little self-filmed, self-cut music video for the title track.

Now those things never see the light of day, they’re all for you. But what about your couple life once it touches the social realm? As one might expect, Yoongi is very ‘eyes turn narrow’ with people who bring disharmony to your dynamic and the relationship in general. In fact, he is grumpy and disappointed, and should someone give him a reason, distinctly brutal. If someone even attempts to test you or plays manipulative games, Yoongi is relentlessly turning them from the inside out with his words that never miss the mark. They’re efficient. As I said, he hates playing annoying games, he’ll do any shortcut and be Yoongi.

I guarantee you can lean back and will never the fazed by stupid people and time wasters again. No need to lose face. Yoongi does the dirty work and is the best possible defender to have on your side. He handles that. Invasive opinions and useless phrases he will shove right up some trashtalker’s ass and leave. Let’s squarely say he is unafraid to be a armchair critic of your and his haters and doesn’t want any of that nuisance to disturb what you have together. He cuts very quick and makes sure not to get tangled up in trouble.

Yoongi will also debunk a whole bunch of weirdos on weverse asking about your private love while he’s at it. Prepare for some very entertaining snide remarks. Oh my god, so many entitled people will be pissed off. Many will also celebrate him for stepping up. What’s actually important to Yoongi is that nobody taints what is like a treasure to him.

It won’t be hard to overlook that Yoongi is very proud of you as well. He looks confident and revering when he hangs out with the group and you’re somewhere close by, even just doing something trivial.

He’s also pretty touchy, sometimes publically to demonstrate something, but mostly in the relative calm and safety of a hotel room. When the lights are out, all barriers crash, the utter romantic takes over. His favorite types of kisses besides those onto his hands are when you kiss his lashes. And yep. Yoongs is such a cozy little spoon. A very curled up one with cute shooky pajamas on most likely.

Talk about clothes. Believe it or not, Yoongi’s fashion goes through a significant change due to the relationship. He knows that you are touchy and thinks about what kinds of flannels are the biggest cuddle magnet, after all. And oh wonder, he will also show some level of skin when he accidentally hears your praises for his arms and legs and collar bones and glowy skin while talking to a close friend of yours. So, look forward to that in summer (he still dislikes the winter cold and wraps himself into scarves twice his size, mind you) though it’s still for your eyes only, he covers up when going out. Truth be told, he enjoys when you casually touch his skin. Especially the arms. Which hold up the firmament to you, and your world, too, and guard it.

BTS will know about how excited he is about you because he often boasts about for how long you’ve been living together by now. We all know this is Yoongi’s favorite way of bragging and it further shows that loyalty, dedication and longevity is the spice to his every meal.

Yoongi is probably going to quit the bottle because you naturally make him feel at ease and upbeat. In fact, he simply forgets about his wine. I don’t have to convince you that Yoongi will be very immersed in any interaction with you whether that be watching movies or discussing his latest tracks.

Those discussions come with extra back massages for him because he spends a lot of hours in his chair. Especially around the neck, it’s no secret that this is in every cat’s top 3 favorite massaging areas. Yoongi is gonna make some really raspy, sleepy sounds and just melt in your hands. He’s gonna sleep like a baby afterwards every time. Sometimes, he says funny and cute things while he dozes. He looks very content.

Say goodbye to the 21st century adulting annoyances in your life because Yoongi has a grip on those without a word. Those six specific chores that always plague you take him only a dozen minutes and he is eager, the forms to fill out are already sent off, the list of people to e-mail is weeded through. The taxes are paid, the bank account is full, the meals are on the table, garnished to perfection. Roof over the head, and it’s a sturdy one, Yoongi bought a sound haven house to inhabit a lot of happiness for two.

He’s probably the only person who doesn’t see it as a loss of dignity if you want to hold on tight to him during a dentist visit as a grown ass mf. Why all of this? Yoongi cannot not strive to feel needed in his actions. He wouldn’t like himself if he couldn’t contribute something reliable and useful. That you find things worthy of your time is priority. You complement each other, what you think is a waste of energy makes him work and strive and vice versa. That way, in the end all things are taken care of.

Giving is more important than taking in Yoongi’s world. He thinks of everything because he considers it an offense to have you in a pile of duties, that is, if you don’t like ‘em. It’s his form of dedicating his efforts and showing respect. He doesn’t need much in return. The things he expects if at all don’t feel like a duty: Much like he doesn’t consider doing those acts of services for you likewise.

Work horse he is, he needs something on his daily to-do plan. Which includes making you feel unbothered by the occasions of an incoming strict world when it’s getting to you. You’re supposed to do what you feel like doing just like him and not slave away at fifty deeds. That you torture yourself with daily life hassle is the thing he dislikes seeing the most. He enjoys doing these things so he’s happy to get going.

What’s not a daily life hassle: Holly is a big fan of yours. Instant friendship. Just wanted you to know.

He always knows how to preoccupy himself and finds something to improve. Getting on your nerves, and that’s no surprise, is the last thing Yoongi will ever do. In fact, you sometimes have to search for his napping spot because he got lost somewhere in the house.

He either sleeps or works, his philosophy is simple. If you need him, he does appear seemingly out of nowhere. And, he spends as much time with you as you enjoy, not always prioritizing his producing unless it’s urgent or he’s on an inspiration streak. Which is great anyway, you can sit next to him listening. It’s the right balance of work and play.

Yoongi is not above blatantly showing off. Actually, he goes for an act of stunning pretty often. You know how cats parade around whatever they just caught. He wants to impress you with assets and accolades and appraisals, the boy can’t help it. That you only lightly nod at most of it with a little smile will confuse him but he will get the point later on. You wanna signal Yoongi that you anchor your love for him not in shifting numbers and chunky metal pieces.

That you don’t confuse his signs of outward worth and fame with the core of the guy you find the sweetest in the world is very important to him. He will take some time to see through that because he’s used to being loved through status and its symbols by people close and afar.

The way you throw yourself at him to give a big smooch in random situations — especially when he doesn’t feel great about himself— rather than only when he say gets a new car is sending him a message. Again, he has to grow into that. He will retreat at the beginning because he feels worthless of your affection on days where he doesn’t feel big and bold and successful. But since he sees you jumping on him because you need only his kind and squishy presence and see him as no different than usual because he’s always Yoongi underneath, your boyfriend will change his mind about it sooner or later. He learns that your presence makes him feel like a billion dollars yourself.

You don’t wallow in the regrets of other people missing the point of Yoongi and instead focus on always understanding him rather than enabling Yoongi into wrong directions. And there are many of those, his mental health can tell you a thing or two about it. He begins to get that you really know what you’re doing and are in it for the real him which makes him feel really loved far underneath all surfaces and images. You accept his fame and admire his work with music which is what he’s truly doing it for but also don’t forget that the most vulnerable Yoongi is the one that you’re there for and not a facade.

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I know you’re curious. That Yoongi’s sexual style is more than just interesting goes without saying. To give you an idea. Anything steamy with Yoongi means him taking his time. You know, for making it quality. Yoongi wants to grow into the right balance of activity and staying relaxed. He is good at keeping cool and bringing some focus to the madness. He wants to figure out how to be more casual instead of tense and overly preoccupied which he’ll be at the start of the relationship. But the fast learner he is, his nervousness fades way faster than you think.

Yoongi is extremely afraid that he can’t please you or starts to become awkward slash clueless so he darts to the opposite of the spectrum and overperforms, even plays a character. You have enough cool yourself to tell him what to do in the pace that works best. That he stays centered in his body is important for you to teach him. When he gets grounded and juggling his confidence is out of the equation, he fucks the best.

His favorite position besides giving oral — with you on your back — will be doggy style. Man, we gotta talk about that. Slow to upper moderate pace, nothing too all over the place. Yoongi moans very slowly, too, all drawn out. Get ready for a frequent session of some anal to unwind. You heard that right. First, Yoongi will get the two of you into the right rhythm with his hands at the sides of your waist, then, ride it out in slow mo with his right hand properly stimulating you from the front.

By habit, he will add some lube here and there but not use insanely dripping amounts so everything gets messy or he can’t touch you without sliding off anymore. Just enough to slide well. Yoongi is so good at this I swear, it’ll be your favorite thing to relax. He has the restraint and technique to pull it off rather than pulling out, huh. Yoongi is gonna stay inside you for ages. It feels like he’s massaging every spot for some extra time. It’s amazing to slack off your muscles, cool off, and get many a gentle but fulfilling orgasm.

He’s not gonna put you through the hassle of dealing with an anal creampie cleanup so he keeps it wrapped, and mostly focuses on your movements altogether while keeping his own climax smooth and more relieving rather than something that relentlessly knocks him out in one go. Yoongi is good at observing and doesn’t feel the need to chase a violent high which is why he is so great at sex. Fucking with Yoongi leaves a wholesome feeling and you never feel ashamed or guilty, or a sense of being dirty and ruined.

He enjoys having sex to make you feel really good and works his hands on you very respectfully. His goal is to have you wet and pulsing after a long while of getting you there, and putting you to a good night’s sleep. He’d feel terrible if he left you sore or disturbed. He is really passionate, especially with his kisses or when you ask him to slide into very deeply, but Yoongi being brash and controlling is an image out of sight.

Besides giving you the number one heavenly assfucks, Yoongi also likes to work his tongue as we know, and he’ll work it all over. Few body parts of yours have not made contact with that glorious mouth and I say that in the best of ways. You can instruct him to do whatever, Yoongi obliges with radiant joy. And here again, he takes minutes upon minutes. Kissing and kissing and licking and maybe even teasing once or twice to make you smile. You know, a little signature wink. Honoring your skin and every shape is not something that Yoongi has to talk about, he will physically show it and I swear it’ll finally get into your head with every little move, Yoongi has totally surrendered his tongue to your body and worships it.

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Request: could you do a modern!pony x reader imagine where you're both in 9th grade and meet at the library, and one day you finally have the guts to ask for his number, so you guys start texting and then you start crushing on him and then you have to figure out how to tell him, so u ask two-bit and johnny for advice

WARNING(S): N/A

You sighed deeply as you began to reread the same sentence in your book for what felt like the twentieth time. It seemed as though you were reading but not even comprehending the words. To be fair, it was impossible to get lost in a book when a familiar cute boy was sitting a table over from you.

Ponyboy Curtis. How does one even begin to describe the amazing human you had the honor of being within five feet of? Unlike most guys in high school, Pony was something special. He was kind and very smart, you knew this because you have English with him. You've never seen someone so into a class before, he also appeared to have an interest in literature, like you. The both of you were nothing but mere acquaintances, and you secretly wished you could change that.

It didn't help that you found him absolutely dreamy. His brown hair was always a little messy, but it still managed to make him even cuter. You always feel your heart skip a beat whenever your eyes would meet his sparkling green ones in the hallways. You'd smile whenever you'd see him laughing with his friends, it showed off his dimples that sunk into his cheeks. Ponyboy Curtis was the boy of your dreams, and the young man was completely oblivious.

Your phone vibrated on the desk you were sitting at. Glancing up from your book, you seen that it was a text from one of your friends. After placing your bookmark in between the pages you unlocked your phone.

Evie: So? Did you talk to him yet?

You rolled your eyes after reading the message, your fingers quickly tapped at the screen as you typed your response.

Y/N: No obviously not. Now leave me alone.

Kathy: Girl go for it! He's a nice kid you said so yourself.

Y/N: Uh nope. Much rather stare at him from afar and not make a fool of myself attempting to talk to him.

Kathy: Well if you don't not only will I embarrass you in front of lover boy, everyone in this library will see me screaming at you and we'll both probably get kicked out.

Y/N: Wait what? How do you know I'm at the library?? Are you here right now???

Kathy: Look over at the fantasy section you nerd. You being you I obviously knew where YOU would be on a Saturday afternoon.

You looked up, eyes widening in shock as you saw your friend hiding behind a bookshelf watching you with a sly grin.

Kathy: Make a move now or I'm coming over there.

With already shaking hands you put your phone in your pocket and grabbed your book. You sent Kathy a pleading look, but all she did was shake her head and point towards Ponyboy violently. Taking in a deep breath, you got up. The chair scraped against the floor, creating a loud noise which made at least five people look up at you... including him.

"Oh god." You mumbled under your breath.

In your peripheral vision you could see Ponyboy's gaze return to his book, taking that as your cue to move you slowly crept to his table. You had made it to the chair directly across from him, he was so caught up in his book he didn't even notice your presence. You smiled softly, his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while his eyes scanned the pages back and forth. You awkwardly cleared your throat, not too loud to disturb others but just enough for him to tear his attention from his book to notice you.

"Oh, hey." Ponyboy said, "Can I help you with somethin'?"

"Um..." Jesus this was going to be way harder than you thought. "W-Would you mind if I sat with ya?"

"Not at all. Go ahead." He sent you a friendly smile as he gestured to the chair you were at.

His smile. Your legs already feel like jello, you could've sworn you were going to collapse right then in there.

"Y/N, right?" He asked as you sat down.

"That's me. And you're Ponyboy."

"Yep, couldn't forget a name like that if you tried." He joked.

You giggled as you opened your book, Ponyboy returned to his. Curiosity got the better of you when you looked back up to see what he was reading.

"Gone With the Wind." You read aloud.

"Have you read it before?" He asked.

You shook your head, "I haven't, but I've heard only good things about it. I saw the movie about a year ago and thought it was great."

"The book is amazing!" He gushed, only to be shushed by the librarian walking by. "This is my fifth time reading it." He told you in a more hushed tone.

You snickered, "Must be really great."

"What ya got there?"

You lifted up your book from the table to reveal the cover to him, his bright eyes scanned the cover.

"The Boy in Striped Pajamas?"

"I know the title seems a bit odd, but trust me this is a good read." You told him, "This being my third time reading it."

"Well what's it about?" He asked.

You went on to tell him about your book, and he went on to tell you all about his. The both of you began to talk about anything and everything, you were beyond happy that things were going well. You were having so much fun you completely forgot about Kathy spying on you, before either of you could realize it two hours had gone by.

You peaked at your phone and cursed under your breath, the lock screen had a reminder that your shift at work was starting in less than thirty minutes.

"I really hate to end this... but I gotta go." You said.

"That sucks." He said disappointedly.

You couldn't help feeling a little giddy inside to see that he was upset you were leaving. While you got up and gathered your things, you remembered that you wanted to get his phone number badly. You just had to figure out a way to get it without making things awkward.

"Hey, Pone?"

He hummed in response.

"What do ya say we swap books... and numbers? Thats only if you want to. I just figured since we read them already and it was cool talk--"

"I'd like that." He stopped your rambling, only to send you a warm smile while doing so.

You blushed as the both of you swapped phones to put in each others information along with handing each other your books. With a final wave goodbye you left the library, your best friend of course followed after you. She interrogated you with thousands of questions and the both of you walked to work, you gladly answered them all in an almost dazed state. You felt as if you were walking on air for the rest of the day, and you couldn't wait to text him later on.

Two weeks had gone by, and let's just say those two weeks have been the best ones of your life. You and Ponyboy had been texting every single day. At first you just talked about each other's books, but then your conversations started evolve to anything and everything. You knew you had liked him before, but your feelings for him have grown drastically. It was beginning to get unbearable holding in how you truly felt, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him.

The fear of rejection was one of the main reasons why you've been thinking of just repressing your feelings. Sure, he seemed to like you, but it felt as though he only liked you simply as a friend. Another reason being you were afraid that it would ruin things between the both of you. You had finally become good friends, the last thing you wanted was for everything to end up being awkward all because of you and your silly crush.

After a lot of thinking you decided you needed some advice, and by advice you mean advice thats not only from Kathy. She keeps telling you to go for it, but she doesn't really know Ponyboy well. That's why you got the idea to ask one of his buddies on their opinion. Luckily Pony invited you to watch him and his friends play football. You ceased the opportunity, not only would you be able to watch the boy of your dreams get all sweaty and tuff looking, you could also get one of his friends alone to talk about how you felt.

It was a warm, Sunday morning in Tulsa. The sun was high in the sky and beat down harshly on the group of boys tackling each other in the giant field. You sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, a cool breeze would rush by every now and then, cooling you off the slightest. You doodled randomness on the blank pages, sketching pictures and honing your writing skills. Every now and then you would glance up and watch the game for a few, sometimes cheering the boys on or laughing when they began to goof off and wrestle each other on the ground.

There was a particular drawing you found yourself enthralled in, as the pencil in your hand smoothly ran across the paper you found yourself sketching a picture of Ponyboy's face. You were so focused you didn't even notice someone come over and take a seat right beside you.

"Nice drawin' you got there." A quiet voice spoke.

You quickly slammed the notebook closed and snapped you head to the right, it was Ponyboy's best friend, Johnny. A tiny smirk was tugging at his lips as he looked at you with one eyebrow raised.

"T-Thanks." You stuttered nervously.

"You like him, huh?" He asked you.

You stood silent as you played with the grass below you, pulling it from the Earth and rubbing it between your fingers. Your gaze was straight ahead watching the game, you were afraid to meet Johnny's gaze that was burning holes into the side of your head.

"Yes..." You hesitated a bit, "I do."

"Does he know?"

"No!" You said hopelessly, "And I'm not sure if I even want him to know."

"Why not?"

"Because he probably doesn't feel the same..." You trailed off.

"Hey now, ya never know." Johnny said.

"What are you two kiddies doin' over here?" A loud voice bellowed.

It was none other than Two-Bit, he staggered over to the both of you before plopping down to your left. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and trickling down his neck.

"You tryin' to make moves on Pony's girl or somethin', John?" Two asked playfully.

Your heart fluttered, 'Pony's girl.'

"No way, man. Trust me." Johnny chuckled.

"Pony's girl?" You repeated to him questioningly.

"Oh yeah! I see the way y'all look at each other I ain't blind."

You let Two's words sink in, was it that obvious that you liked him? He even said that Pony looks at you a certain way as well. Maybe there was a chance he shared your feelings after all.

"You think he likes me or somethin'?" You asked casually.

"Oh I don't think, I know."

You smiled softly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. In the back of your mind you worried that you were getting your hopes up a little too high, but you couldn't help it.

"I like him too." You admitted.

Two-Bit scoffed, "Tell me somethin' I don't know."

"Well... what should I do?"

"Tell him." Two replied.

"I agree." Johnny piped up.

Both nerves and excitement began to bubble up inside you as you got up and gathered your things.

"Where are you off to?" Johnny asked as you began to jog away from them.

"Gotta head home. Tell Ponyboy I'm sorry I had to leave but I'll text him later!"

"See ya later lover girl!" Two-Bit hollered after you while preceding to make kissing noises.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head, "Idiot."

Y/N: Whats up Pone-bone?

Ponyboy: Nothing much lil lady, and yourself?

Y/N: Same. Btw sorry for leaving so soon today, had some things to do.

Ponyboy: It's alright.

Hey what were you, Johnny and Two talking about? They didn't try to tease you or nothin right?

Y/N: Nooo ofc not they were just chattin

But thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about...

Ponyboy: Well... Go on then

Y/N: Okay I'm just gonna say it

I like you

like a lot

Ponyboy: As a friend or?

Y/N: No silly, like more than friends...

Ponyboy: Wait actually?

Y/N: Yes Pony

Ponyboy: Seriously??

Y/N: OMG YES!!

I LIKE YOU A LOT!

... im sorry if it weirds you out

Ponyboy: NO! NO IT DOESN'T.

SORRY

... Just wanted to make sure this isn't a prank or whatever.

But in all seriousness yes, I like you a whole lot.

Y/N: Are you sure?

Ponyboy: Positive doll

Do you wanna grab some milkshakes at the Dingo next weekend?

Y/N: Are you asking me out onna date Curtis?

Ponyboy: Yes, I am ;)

Y/N: Well I would love to :)

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