#you are without control because this is all you know. This ending is the only one you can concieve of.
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Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?
Grace Kelly (Rear Window, High Society, Dial M for Murder)—The literal princess of Hollywood (she retired at 26 to become princess of Monaco), her name said everything about why she was so hot. She carried herself with a grace and elegance you just don't see anymore. Her voice was sultry without being overbearing, and she had the ability to be sweet but suggest a deep sensuality at all times.
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Hedy Lamarr:
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The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!
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Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)
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Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.
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One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.
Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.
Grace Kelly:
flawlessly beautiful and a literal princess
Her facial structure? Flawless. Her eyes? Stunning. Her hair? Gorgeous. Her style? Immaculate. Every second she’s on screen, she just exudes this elegance and sophistication. It’s no wonder she ended up marrying a prince. But she’s got this mischief in her eyes that is compelling.
She was so elegant, so beautiful and perfect I could cry for real. A fairy disguised as a woman.
the most beautiful of Hitchcock's "icy blondes". elegant, glamorous, she left hollywood to became an actual princess, I mean, COME ON
she's so pretty and refined and elegant! I'm pretty sure taylor swift's blonde hair red lip look is modeled partly after her
She's just so elegant, look at her all dressed up like a Barbie doll in the latest fashions. There's a quiet dignity about her.
Not only was she princess of Monaco she also is Stéphanie de Monaco's mother and yeah, vote for her she's soooo pretty That red dress in Dial M.... hot damn
To me, she is the first and only blonde. She earned it. Paired with Edith Head's costume design she is unstoppable. I dare anyone to watch her as Lisa Carol Fremont in Rear Window and not be completely blown away by her hotness.
SHE IS SO PRETTY AND FASHIONABLE!! Not only that but she has an alluring aura to her in whatever film I've seen her in! Rear Window is just one of my personal favorite films she was in, especially for her costumes in that. And how many actresses can you say was a princess consort in addition to being a famous leading lady?
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A Well Deserved Grudge
Summary: You still hate them after their overblot
Notes: GN Yuu. Some based off some stuff from the light novel. Yuu is pretty evil in Jamils. General edginess that comes with angst
Based on this old post abt Yuu with scars
Riddle Rosehearts
A familiar click of heels has you on edge. As they approach you turn around to face him, messing with some of the bandages around your neck from your last encounter. There stood Riddle, his confident stance dropping the second he meets your eyes.
His usual piercing gaze filled with anxiety as the words he so wanted to say— needed to say— died on his tongue. He's such a coward without a rule book. He's even more cowardly under your scrutiny.
"What?” You deadpan at him and Riddle swallows, looking at the bandages on your neck and arms. He then looks at your face, covered in a few scratches from rose bushes.
“... I… am here to… ” His voice shook toward the end and he took a breath to steady himself. “I'm sorry Yuu. I didn't mean to hurt you.”
You merely raised a brow and fully turned to him. Riddle could see the gash along your neck that peeked through some of the bandages. A grim reminder on how his magic failed during his overblot. The expression you had on your face as the collar around your neck continued to tighten and cut into you haunts him.
“You’re apologizing?” A flicker of determination flashes in Riddle's eyes as he nods.
“Yes. I know it's not enough but… I'm sorry.” The dullness of your eyes reminds the dormleader that this was far from enough to smooth things over.
“I do not forgive you.” He should have expected that, yet he winces still. What is he supposed to do in this scenario? What else does he say? There is no rule, no guide to what he has done. Deuce and Ace said that he needs to make things right, but how?
“... I understand. If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, please–”
“I don't think there's anything you could do that makes this okay.” Your voice is dull as you pull at the bandages on your neck. “Shouldn't you be in the headmage's office fighting your expulsion?”
It was true. Crowley was to judge whether or not he was to be expelled for his actions. It scared him. “I… I am but–”
“Then go. We both know you won't be kicked out– Crowley doesn't have a backbone and your bitch of a mother will make sure you stay in. You want to ‘earn’ my forgiveness? Stay the hell away from me.”
Riddle grits his teeth and closes his fist tighter. Emotions of all kinds surge through him. He's confused, he's guilty, he's angry, he's lost.
Most of all, he's scared. Scared of your gaze, scared of how you hold yourself. Your eyes remind him so much of the ones above him he tries to please and they're boring into him with such disapproval.
“I don't want to see you around, get your shitty tantrums in check. Just because you lose your head doesn't mean others have to. Just go.”
By now you've turned away and started walking off. Riddle could only watch, unable to find the strength to move or say anything. It was probably for the better. He needs to go to the Headmage.
Jamil Viper
He hates this feeling. You have forgiven him, though and through, water under the bridge and he hates it. He hates how you shrug it off. He hates that you don't hate him. He hates this guilt.
He mind controlled you. You. A magicless and defenseless human who was already helping him. You who are in a position so similar to his. You who had no way to fight back. He kidnapped you, keeping you in Scarabia for days regardless of your own plans. If it weren't for your dorm ghosts feeding the fire fairies, Crowley would have cut off your food for the week.
Then he tried to kill you, and had the audacity to be angry at you for it. To add even more salt into the wound you were so kind with him afterwards. You didn’t seem to take it seriously. Take him seriously. Your attitude reminds him so much of Kalim which makes this even worse.
He hates your smile. He hates your attitude. He hates the way you have to walk because of your injuries. He hates seeing glimpses of the wounds on your abdomen from him.
Yet another reminder of his failures. How he hates someone that's not entirely to blame. How he hates someone that's overly nice. He avoids your gaze so often he doesn't notice the glints of satisfaction within it.
Vil Schoenheit
He could only stare at the prefect within the mirror. Their gaze so fixated on themselves and their new appearance they paid no mind to the hospital bed they should be laying in. He wants to lecture them to sit, lay back down and to stop sitting up, but he's sure they would break down if he did.
Blackened veins run along your body, your skin reddened and inflamed in random areas. Even with all the magical remedies the doctors have given you, the black tar like substance runs through you still. “Good going Vil. Really fucked that one up huh?”
Vil’s eyes met yours in the mirror, he could see your face steel itself before you turned to him. Your eyes stood out against the inky scrawls of venom coursing through you. They were so cold, so angry.
“... I know this is something I may never be able to amend…” Vil starts, taking a breath. Fuck. Years of acting and hard work are lost on him. It is hard to keep strong when seeing how badly your own childishness, your own selfishness hurt someone this badly.
“I want to apologize. I know this is far from enough. I plan to not only cover any costs that may occur in your recovery, but to also offer my support in any way I can during your recovery.”
Your gaze only hardens. "Bare minimum I guess…” You sniffle a bit as words slur. It was clear you were still inebriated. You weren't going to be the most logical right now, but that's fine. He will say this apology a million times over if it would make it right.
“... If there is anything you need..."
“Go away.” You sniffle again, wiping away tears. “Just leave.” Vil swallows and shuts his eyes for a moment. “I understand.”
As he turns to leave the drugs in your system really start to kick in. “You… You really are a villain.” The words come out crude and harsh, no doubt you are speaking to hurt him. Yet as you turned away he could see your face in the mirror.
Scared. You were scared of him. You were scared and truly believed in what you were saying. And you weren't wrong. He is a villian.
Malleus Draconia
A mighty dragon places his glass heart in the hands of a human without their knowledge, and is enraged when the human breaks it. Except here Malleus broke it himself to protect himself from the possibility of the human hurting him. Now he holds the shards of what's left and sees them stained not by his blood, but by yours.
A position he put onto you, his only friend. He does not even know if he has the right to call you that anymore. Not after his little stunt. Children of men do not deserve to be locked away in the dark, no matter how beautiful you were in it. They were to be free. Even if it hurt him. You and him could have been free together.
He looks at your expression. It still holds no fear, no anxiety, just as foolishly brave you were when he first met you. Instead it holds disappointment. Such a pathetic emotion that he would smite off anyone else if it wasn't you.
“... You're really selfish, you know that?” You mutter and look away from him, as if not wanting to believe the words coming out of your own mouth. “Were we really friends or was I just some doll to you? Some obsession?”
A sniffle. “I wanted to be your friend…” Malleus hasn't the words to respond. He can only open his mouth then close it. “I know. I'm sorry. You made me so happy I wanted you all to myself. It's not an excuse, but when I thought I would be losing you, it was too much for me. I made… A very rash decision.”
There's silence. More deafening than the silence at his birthday parties growing up. “Is there any possibility you could forgive me?” It was a daring question, one he was afraid to know the answer to.
“... I don't know, Tsuno. I think… I think I need some time to think about it.” You turn away from him and his heart sinks, the pet name does nothing to soothe his nerves.
He remembers all the times he's told you how his kind are born cruel and you would tell him that his actions have shown just how kind he could be. That him learning to be nice and overcoming his nature is more meaningful than anyone who was born that way.
And he ruined that. He may not be able to choose his nature but he can choose his actions. He chose to hurt you.
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If I need to burn it for you, I'd burn it.
Villain!Leona x Mythical creature Gn!Reader
Summary: Being born as a creature that everyone thinks is strange and villainous, That the news travel all the way to a lab, which the scientists take you away. Maybe this is your end.. Hold on, Who's that guy in a lab coat from the distance?..
A/n: im gonna cry leona i love you (but ruggie beats you kheeheehee)
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Being a creature is hard. People always think of you as a villain, when you're secretly just the villain's boss' secretary. Oh! Also, How ironic, you're secretly in a relationship with a villain.
Leona rarely shares his love towards you, but you know he loves you very much, he just doesn't know how to show it. You can tell with the way he allows you to cling on him, but the others he would push away and almost use magic to them.
The others better thank you for being able to control his temper. You both have gone through alot together. Without you making Leona have less temper, The villains would've gotten destroyed by then. Just walk closer to him as some random person's body and you're already thrown off.
Oh, And not to mention he laughs at the corner of the room secretly whenever you become chaotic around others. Then he drops his laugh when he sees you very close with someone else. You know when to get away from someone and when to go near, it's just pure instinct that you were born with.
He calls a few random quite insulting nicknames, but when it comes to you? Well.. "Oi, Pikachu. Boss is askin' if you can use your little pikachu magic to start this dumb game he wants to play like a lil' kid instead of helping injured villains." He yawns softly. Well, Aside from him. There's your boyfriend's boss, Crowley. Leader of the villains.
Around Crowley, Sometimes you feel like he's just using you. You have lightning powers. He just uses your power for random stuff. And he calls himself a generous boss. Hmph.
You sigh softly. Before you walk away, Leona grabs you by the wrist and spins you so you face him, and he pulls you closer. "Do it later. I'll just tell 'em I'm sleepy and I need you to be my pillow." He yawns again.
"Leona, You know what could happen if you lay on me, I could accidentally electrocute you. I still don't know how to control my powers.." You whisper disappointedly. And he.. Sighs, Frustrated. "And I could turn you to sand, Then say it was an accident, Pikachu. Now lay down before boss nags me to call you again."
There's one thing you didn't tell him though. The scientists are on you. They're hunting you down. You don't want to tell him, no, Those people can find out about Leona, A villain, and still manage to capture him. You don't want that. Atleast you know that.
That's what you think about him and if he were to compete against scientists.
If only you were never careless in the past. You always remember that this only happened because of being so reckless. If only.. You didn't keep on going out despite the circumstances.
You write everything in your diary. It's like something else that comforts you if Leona isn't there to cuddle with you. You write very long rants, that your fingers start to hurt. That's how bad you sometimes feel about the world.
If there was anything you had to wish to not happen, It's be Leona finding out about your rants of scientists.
But damn does God despise you.
You enter Leona's room. "Leoonaaa, Have you seen my-" Your words get cut off with a pillow almost hitting you, instead it hits the wall beside you. "You goddamn liar. You said you were already safe."
You open your eyes, spotting your diary in his hand. "You.. You looked at my diary?!" You yell. "Well it ain't my fault you left it opened on this damn page!" Wait, That was in your room.. And Leona messaged you around 1 hour ago asking if you were in your room. The whole day, discard waking up, you haven't been entering the room.
"And you entered my room knowing well I wasn't even there?!"
This is bad. Really bad. You thought you would always hide that from Leona. "How about You know better than to hide these dangers from me?! Then I would get the point you're going on!"
You've never really heard Leona yell. It hurts you and your heart. You can feel your chest clench, trying to catch your heart from falling in its place. "What happened to admitting everything, hm?"
You try your best to not burst into tears. Leona was somebody that genuinely cared about you even if he sucked at showing it. "I.." You stutter to speak. "You look at me, and tell me this is the only lie you told me!" He threw the diary across the room.
It's too late to save you, those people have probably already gotten as much as information they need. They're making their final move to bring you somewhere, You're sure of that.
"Don't you know privacy?! If I don't want to tell you, then I don't! You can't force me into saying things I don't want to admit!"
Leona laughs sarcastically, putting a hand on his forehead. "And that's all you say? Don't think I didn't see you mention about me getting hurt if I confronted those morons." Crud.. He also read that part?! You look away. "That I'd get hurt? That you think I don't stand a chance against them? That you would rather sacrifice yourself for me?"
"Yeah, I don't damn think so." Leona adds with a growl. "God, Leona.. You never leave me alone with these stupid questions, Why don't you just leave me alone?!" You shout, before anything worse can happen, Crowley rushes in the room with Ruggie and Jack. "Hey hey! Calm down!" Crowley pushes you both away from each other.
"Tch. Fine, You want to be alone? Be alone then." Wait, That's not what you..
You freeze. Is this.. Are you both done? A million thoughts start to spread in your mind, causing you to be unable to think anymore. "What is going on with you both?!" Crowley holds two fingers on the bridge of his nose. You scoff. "Just some dumb lion that pretends to care when he only strives for personal information."
You manage to whisper. You turn your back, preparing to run off. "[Name]! Wait!" Ruggie shouts, chasing after you.
You need fresh air. You sigh, then running outside of the base. Just a few more blocks and you can blend in the crowd so Ruggie can be unable to see, and the crowd would start panicking that a villain is here.
Yeah, That's what you plan. But to your reality, you feel yourself get shot by something. A syringe? You don't know, but it doesn't feel like a bullet. It feels like someone shot you some kind of chemical.
Because you can feel your body soften, and your vision getting blurry, and your ears starts to ring intensely.
It doesn't take long with your consiousness disappearing.
Where are you?
You're unable to move.
Are you even alive?
You open your eyes to spot the most traumatizing, room ever. The lab. A white room with a well-secured door. There's restraints at the middle of the room, where you currently are.
Your expectations have come true. They were making their final move. This is it. You can't use your magic, it's like they sealed it in the restraints. It hurts you with every movement you do. You doubt Leona would even care about you.
You did something wrong, anyways. And even if the rest cared, would they even be able to track you down?
This place is probably in the middle of nowhere, somewhere far away. You can already sense scientists coming in.. And you know what they would do to you.
Is it too late to get rescued?
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Leona huffs. "What do you mean you can't find [Name]?" He looks at Ruggie. "I was searching for them and only saw a van approaching and boom! They're gone!" White van?..
"Those morons..-" Leona grips the pencil that breaks into half, as it suddenly turns into sand. Leona stands up, walking off and grabs Ruggie by his hood. "Wha- Hey, Hey, Where are we going?!"
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Idia hums. "Hm, I'm not sure if I can do that.. It'll be illegal if I do it that's one." He shrugs. Everyone in the room goes silent. "Are you being stupid or serious." Leona growls. "What?" Idia looks at him. "Nii-san, Are villains not illegal to the law?" Ortho reminds.
It takes Idia seconds to realize what he said. "Oh. I am so sorry. Yeah Okay I'll do it." Idia nods. Leona scoffs and crosses his arms. "Finally, For God's sake."
"Damn Kingscholar, What got you so desperate to want this?" Idia asks, Typing into his keyboard. Ortho looks at Leona. "It's [Name] we're talking about here, who wouldn't be..-" Idia cuts off Ortho's sentence, turning his chair and looking at him with a shocked expression.
"[NAME]?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Ruggie stands in the corner, sobbing. "Dumbas-" Ortho gets cut off by Leona this time. "[Name] got kidnapped by some stupid scientists, Were you even listening to me?"
Idia looks back at his computer, getting a flashback..
"[Name] got captured. Find out about a lab that they could be in."
"Yeah cool, I'll do it. Gimme 5 minutes."
Idia nods softly. "Ah.. I was too busy playing games I wasn't even listening to half of it.." He whispers. "Yeah, So hurry up." Leona leans against the wall. It's clear he was worried, He's tapping his shoe against the floor every second.
"Well look at that, The cold Lion isn't actually cold." Idia laughs softly. "Point that out one more time and you'll be like the pencil I was holding 20 minutes ago."
"Leona, It's okay.." Ruggie whispers. "I'm going. Report back to me when you get the location." Leona turns away, Ruggie only chases after him.
It just leaves Ortho and Idia. "He's actually pretty caring, Don't you think, Nii-san?" Ortho smiles. "Hmm. Yep. Only to [Name] Though. Which is a bummer cus' that meant I had the chance to mess with Leona. But no, I can't." Idia continues hacking into all system cameras from the places near the van before you got kidnapped and try to locate the van itself.
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It's been four days since you're in this damn lab. You feel yourself slip off everytime you're forced to let out magic you don't even know how to control yet. They could've been atleast kind to you, by leaving you in this room without the restraints stuck on you against the wall.
You can't even move around the room. What kind of scientists are they? Definitely not kind ones that's for sure. You sigh softly. Day four.. Another day of pain and torture.
You lost hope in the villains saving you. Why would they even save you? They're villains. Heroes should be the ones saving the day. Still, Why hasn't a single hero rescued these experiments once?
Why does it have to be you that gets captured? Are you really that rare? Are they gonna kill you? Are they gonna.. No. They won't sell you. They'll just continuously use you as their 'special case' experiment until you die.
You sigh softly, hearing faint footsteps going closer to your room. You look out the window to see a scientist.. Wearing a mask? You shake your head and look down. Another day..
You look up to see someone familiar. "[Name]? Holy- What the hell did they do to you.."
"Leo- na?.." You mumble out. He walks up to you, turning your restraints into sand as you were finally set free. You jump in Leona's arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I hid all of these from you. I didn't mean to say all those stupid words."
Leona sighs. "Now's not the time to apologize, pikachu. We have to go." Leona grabs you by the wrist, and his other arm hooking the back of your legs, carrying you in bridal style. "How are we gonna escape?.." You ask. You've seen millions of guards in the lab that you know Leona can't stand a chance alone. He could start getting tired just fighting them non-stop.
"Simple. Look up." Leona gives you a soft smirk. You look up to see the roof where a small window is, Ruggie is there opening the window. He waves at you. You wave back. "Enough pausing, Let's do this."
Leona leaps up, it doesn't reach the window, but he just wall jumps all the way up. Of course.. He's a villain, Villains get these kinds of jumping tricks in their sleeves. He perfectly lands on the roof, and still keeps you in his arms.
Ruggie rushes to you and grabs you by the shoulders, shaking the spirits out of you. "Oh my God, Don't even ever ever EVER RUN AWAY FROM US."
"Oi. Ruggie that's enough." Leona pulls you away from Ruggie. "We don't got much time until they realize they're gone. We have to hurry to that blue boy." Leona walks down the roof, jumping off with Ruggie following and safely landing on the floor. You look at the car that they're going closer.
But Leona stops walking.
"[Name]." You look up at Leona.
"Hm?.."
"Do you want me to burn this place down?"
"Wha- No! There's still innocent experiments in there, We can't do that!" You shake your head. "Fine. When we get to rescue all of the experiments then can I burn it down?"
"Yeah.." You nod. Leona carefully places you down. "Alright. If I need to burn it for you, I'd burn it. Now go sit at the back seat. You need to rest. Ruggie, Go sit at the passenger's seat."
"Shotgun!!" Ruggie opens the door and sits in the car. Leona enters in the back seat while you follow, closing the car door. Idia locks it. "[Name], How was it there?" Idia asks. Leona pulls your head down on his lap. "Uhh.. Not good. I met a few friends there but like, It's not really what I'd call immediate friends. Just a few eye contacts of communication."
"Good for you." Idia nods. "Are you saying that cause you can't make a single friend if Boss were to put you in a spy mission?" You point out. "Shut up, he would never. I'm just the villains' hacker."
You laugh softly. "Stop talking, go to sleep before I knock you out myself. It'll be a long ride." Leona flicks your forehead. "Ow!- Fineee-" You sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the freedom you finally got back, maybe there was hope, after all..
You open your eyes. "We're here." Leona mumbles, Did he also fall asleep? You took his hand and drag him out of the car, pulling him closer to the base. "Come on, After we're done with all of this let's go nap!" You smile.
You enter the base, With all of the villains asking if you're okay, Trey taking the medkit and bandages you up, Jamil getting you food, Ah.. They're so nice. You look at Crowley. "Oh, Thank you, You're back safely! Now- Can you be able to-"
Leona pulls you in a protective hug. "No. We're gonna be busy sleepin'. They literally got forced to do abuse to their power." You look at him. "You know about that?" You ask.
"You didn't see the cameras of the lab repeatedly turning to the side as if the person controlling it was trying to inspect where the lab was located?" Idia takes a bite of his lollipop.
"You managed to hack in?"
"I say it's victory I managed to." Idia laughs. "Oh, Yes, Shroud! I have a spy mission for you-"
"WHHAAAAT?!" Idia yells, And you laugh with Leona. "And the fact that you said that he would never put you in a mission with full confidence!" You point at him. "Ahaha!- I was joking, You are never capable of doing those." Crowley turns away.
"Okay- That kind of hurt." Idia clenches on his chest and looks away. You chuckle, and Leona drags you away from the other villains. "You wanna go now?" You ask.
"Mhm." Leona walks to his room. "Oh. Yeah. [Name]." He calls you. "Yes, Leona?"
"Don't hide anything from me. Do you have any idea how much you worried me?" He turns to face you. "I- Uh.. Sorry.. I was just afraid of losing you because of my problems." You look away, guilt filling up your mind. "Well next time you should know that I would never lose." He sighs.
"We'll just let go of this. I'm tired. Don't even try to hide anything from me next time." You nod softly, walking closer to Leona.
"'Kay.. I'm sorry."
Author's End Note: I wrote this before I knew what 'let the world burn' song was, thanks to tiktok i managed to get more ideas to finish this story! 💪💪 (That lab coat he was still wearing 'till the end was definitely a coat he stole from some scientist he killed)
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Appleradio Secret Marriage au part 6:
(I will be signing most of my asks with (~☆) since though I love being anonymous, I also need to be known since I'm an attention whore. And yes, I am also writing a Radioapple "Partners in Crime" au.)
(Let me thank Entropyatropa (hope I got the user right) for the kind reblog! I don't think I could write a 100000 word fic, but I do hope you enjoy this little au!)
Vaggie had previously hated the radio demon. Being raised as an angel taught her prejudice against demons and through her time in hell her opinions against him only solidified continuously.
She was fully prepared to fight him when he'd first arrived in the hotel, since she was probably the only always battle-ready one there and she needed to protect her family – even if the only one she actually cared for was Charlie, and maybe that pig of Angel's.
But for some reason he was somewhat kind? Offering his help with little to no things in return because he "wanted entertainment"? Unbelievable. It would be easier to believe that Angel hated sex – which, for Vaggie, was terribly hard to believe.
It was so unbelievable she almost burst into laughter, patting the radio demon on the shoulder and saying "Good joke." Which she stopped herself from doing. Lucky she had a lot of self control, especially so since she used to be an angel – she'd literally been raised holding back all her desires, even the innocent ones.
But it was visibly true that he wanted to help, irrefutable when he brought two more demons – Husk and Niffty, he called them – and volunteered their help. Kind of him, despite the fact that both of them were forced; Niffty was questionable though.
It was the way the radio demon treated her more as a daughter than an actual demon, or rather, someone he owned. It was the way he seemed fond of her. The way she seemed psychotic, almost yet not quite like him.
Now don't get Vaggie wrong, Husk was also suspicious. But less so. He visibly hated the radio demon, calling him every insult in the book but even Vaggie could tell there was an established line he wasn't crossing. She could see how he'd sometimes stand too close to the radio demon, the way he would sniff the radio demon – always a metre apart but he was smelling something and he liked the scent.
It was just different with Niffty and Alastor, since with them it was clear they were some sort of a criminal duo. Yet with Husk it seemed more like Stockholm syndrome, or something like that.
But of course, she didn't voice these concerns out loud. She didn't want to diminish the light in Charlie's eyes when they'd gained three more members to the hotel. It meant more chances for redemption and so on. Vaggie didn't really believe in it, but she wanted to support her girlfriend through everything.
They'd shared a gaze, communicating silently on whether to allow this but Charlie was too excited for Vaggie to refuse. So they were added and Vaggie was almost jealous at how quickly Charlie and Alastor got closer.
Alastor seemed to know too much about her, and even Charlie felt this way. Especially since they'd even talked about this at dark, on a weekend where Alastor would mysteriously disappear without warning or explanation.
And when Lucifer, or Sir Lucifer, or the King of Hell, or her future father-in-law, or Sir King of Hell, or Charlie's dad, or Lilith's ex-husband, or Father, or maybe just Lucifer in the end visited, things made even less sense. The way he'd almost forgotten that time existed when he stared at Charlie and Alastor for what could've been minutes with a dumb smile on his face. It was even more sweet than the way Charlie looked at her, and that was saying something.
And it made even more less sense when they seemed so domestic together, forgetting their rivalry in mornings when they'd tiredly prepare breakfast making their food exactly how the other wanted it without even a request, like telepathy. Vaggie also would wake up earlier than Charlie so she would see Lucifer tiredly latching on to Alastor as they'd prepare things and then after about ten minutes he'd slowly let go, whining as he did but still letting though. And then ten minutes after that Charlie would be down and the two girlfriends would just watch Alastor and Lucifer being sickeningly sweet together.
It was obvious they both could care less about Vaggie knowing. And she didn't know what to feel about it. Was this them saying they couldn't care less about her existence or something.
No, was Alastor manipulating her future father-in-law? It could, but then she'd see the look in Alastor's eyes and it reminded her of the way she and Charlie would look at each other. So she decided to keep their secret, it was their unspoken truce.
Vaggie didn't know what to do with this, though.
(Yes it is Chaggie. They're just too cute for me to take it away.)
(Clarification with Vaggie. Alastor and Lucifer would forget she was with them. In the beginning they were wary, didn't make much mistakes in the morning with her watching but soon the mornings would become habits and they'd forget about her. Lucifer would allow his clingy side to show and soon it was just a morning routine for them. Alastor would still prepare Vaggie's breakfast and give her some but he would forget she's watching. He did eventually remember but couldn't be bothered to stop the routine. Vaggie doesn't like nor hate Alastor but in the future she will think of him as family and will eventually call him mother when she gets married to Charlie. Charlie, when Alastor reveals the relationship to the whole hotel, will begin to call Alastor mother too. Yes, Vaggie likes Angel's pig more than she likes Angel himself.)
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Sticky Situation- Part 8
Part 7
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"I'm in," Hero said, "what now?"
"Take a left at the end of this hallway," Assistant's voice crackled in Hero's earpiece.
Hero did as they were told. They crept through Organization's maze of corridors while Assistant instructed them from their makeshift computer setup in their car.
"You should be reaching the central cortex," Assistant said, "do you see a pair of doors with a keypad?"
Hero saw them, along with two long shadows. They ducked behind a wall as two henchmen passed. They waited until their footsteps faded, then approached the doors.
“Yep,” Hero said.
“Okay,” Assistant continued, “punch in code 4-4-8-3.”
Hero did that, and the doors slid open with a whooshing sound. Hero entered the central cortex.
“Now what, Assistant?”
Hero was only greeted by crackling and static.
“Assistant?”
Hero put a finger to their earpiece.
“Assistant, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t think they can hear you.”
Hero’s blood ran cold- colder than usual. They turned to see Supervillain approaching them as two henchmen closed the double doors, locking them inside.
“You did very well,” Supervillain praised, “you reached the central cortex much faster than I thought you would.”
Before Hero could move, they felt a pinch in their neck. A numbness began to spread throughout their entire body. The two henchmen caught Hero before they could crumple to the ground. They deposited them in a chair covered in restraints. The henchmen started strapping Hero in, though it really wasn’t necessary, as whatever Hero had just been darted with made them unable to move at all.
“Now that I have your attention, Hero, I have a question for you,” Supervillain said, “how much do you know about beekeeping?”
Hero blinked. That… was the last thing they were expecting to hear.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Hero asked.
“Just answer the question.”
Hero knew by now not to test Supervillain.
“I, uh, beekeepers take care of the bees?”
“Honeybees to be specific.” Supervillain amended, “Apis mellifera Linnaeus, or, the honeybee, is a remarkable little insect. Like humans, they are a eusocial species. Unlike humans, however, honeybees are known to have swarm intelligence, also known as a hive mind. This collective mentality allows the colony to thrive and keep the hive running. The most important bee is of course, the queen bee. She has the power to determine every action of the hive, via pheromones that only she can secrete. It’s the beekeeper’s job to make sure that the hive has a good queen.”
Supervillain paused, smiling to themselves.
“The bees crave subjugation you see. Much like humans. Without a leader, the colony would die. Without control, the colony would cease to operate. This would of course cause environmental collapse and the ramifications of that would likely be irreversible. Therefore, control is life-sustaining, but resistance is unequivocally destructive.”
Hero glared; they weren’t sure what Supervillain was getting at, but they were definitely sure that it wasn’t good.
“The only issue is… humans don’t know what they crave. They keep trying to find what’s missing, all the while resisting what would satisfy them. That’s where you come in.”
Supervillain turned to the giant computers in front of them. They typed in a code, pulling up the plans to create an army of cryogenically enhanced super-soldiers.
“I am the beekeeper, you see, and you, Hero, are the queen I have chosen. With your powers, I will send my worker bees to assimilate the rest of the world into the hive.”
Hero’s eyes went wide. This is why Supervillain wanted them the whole time.
“Get them ready,” Supervillain said, “and bring Assistant. We’ll need to start human trials soon after all.”
Another dart was injected into their neck, and Hero’s world went dark.
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How Could I Not Love You?
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Author’s note: this isn’t my favorite but I miss them desperately
Summary: “You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” [2.5k]
Warnings: newborn stuff, angst, the Garcia-Long family coming in clutch, god they are so in love it hurts, smutty dialogue toward the end but no smut because I chickened out
You don't know that you've ever been this tired. The girls have been in the world for a whopping two and a half months, and you feel like you've been awake for the entirety of those two months. None of the Miller kids are particularly good sleepers— even Sarah didn't sleep through the night until she was two and a half, which Joel conveniently forgot to tell you when you talked about having kids— but with the addition of the girls, it feels much harder. They wake up at different times throughout the night to feed, get changed, or be held, which complicates the rotation. Also, Sam's sleep schedule has regressed, and he's up at random times. Having three under five is not all it's cracked up to be.
You love Joel, and you love watching him be a dad, but your relationship has suffered through the just-barely-surviving stage of having newborns. You try to make time to watch a movie or just talk, but whenever you do, someone starts crying. Even if you're able to sit down for more than five minutes without a kid needing something, you're half-asleep and in no shape for a conversation.
It didn't hit you how much of a toll it's taken on you until you were up for one of the late-night feeds with Violet, and he lay there, watching you through the darkness. You turned to look at him and reached out with your free hand to smooth down some stray hair. He smiled sleepily and turned to kiss your wrist before whispering, "I miss you." You wanted to say that he doesn't need to miss you, and you're right there, but you weren't. Not really.
"I miss you, too," you whispered back, feeling the sting of the truth on the back of your tongue. You wanted to say more—to remind him how much you love him and tell him how you couldn't do this without him—but Sophia's tinny cry closed the window of opportunity before it could fully open.
You love your kids. You couldn't imagine anything better than watching them grow and interact with each other. They are so wanted and loved, but it still feels really fucking hard. You're sitting on the couch, feeding a baby while Joel bounces another and plays Army men with Sam, feeling like a horrible wife and mother, when the lock turns on your front door and your second family enters.
Carolina, Ryan, Elizabeth, Victoria, and Penelope descend upon your living room like well-meaning vultures, and you give them a confused look. Penelope immediately runs to Sam, and they embrace in their awkward toddler way before they scurry off to his room to play. Victoria, now nine and looking more like Carolina every day, gushes over Daisy. Elizabeth, in her teenage grace, plops down next to you on the couch and squeezes you, trying not to disturb Sophia too much.
"What are you doing here?" You ask Carolina, looking at her like she's a saint, and she smiles.
"I heard you could use a break," she says. You're about to argue with her and insist that you've got everything under control, but she stops you. "We have two and a half adults, play buddies for Sam and Daisy, and nothing to do for the rest of the day. Plus, I've been itching to hold a baby." She explains. You turn to look back at Joel, who is now babyless and standing next to a baby-equipped Ryan, and give him a look.
"Did you do this?" You ask.
"Would it be the worst thing in the world if we went to dinner alone?" Just the idea of an actual dinner is enough to make you waver. You've both been living off of takeout and Sam's leftovers since the girls were born, and you're dying for a change of scenery. There's more than enough frozen breastmilk in the fridge for the girls, and they're at ease with their aunt and uncle. Sam is ecstatic to have someone to play with, and Daisy looks excited to get some attention. Surely, a few hours couldn't hurt.
"Fine, but you can't make me wear pants."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Joel says. Once Sophia is done feeding, you hand her off to Carolina and show Elizabeth where everything is. They don't need a rundown of everything a newborn needs, but it makes you feel better to ramble about their routine to make sure it all gets done.
With all the kids placated, you and Joel sneak off to your room to change out of the clothes you've been wearing for God knows how long. You put on a maxi dress and spray dry shampoo in your hair while Joel buttons up a nice shirt.
"Thank you," you say as you put on earrings, glancing at him in the mirror. “You didn't have to do this." He gives you a confused look but shakes it off with a quick kiss to your cheek.
"I wanted to. You deserve a break."
"We deserve a break," you correct, and he hums as he wraps an arm around your waist. Even though he hasn't been dealing with postpartum and breastfeeding problems, he's still been in the trenches with you. For a quiet minute, you stand together and take a breath for the first time in months. Yeah, you desperately needed this.
You quickly finish getting ready before your plans can get thwarted and are shooed out of the house by Carolina and Ryan. They promise to text you updates and have everyone in bed on time, but don't pressure you to come home early. "We've got this," Carolina says with enough conviction that you can believe her. Still, your anxiety spikes once you're down the driveway, and you have to convince yourself that everything is okay. Joel grabbing your hand and asking you a question pleasantly distracts you.
The autumn sun slowly sets over the California hills and casts a golden glow over Joel's face, catching the grays in his hair and beard beautifully. He's fifty now and older than he ever thought he'd be. He told you as much on the night of his birthday, along with his fears of being an older dad and husband. "I just don't wanna miss anythin'," he said. You reminded him that he was only fifty and he's in exceptional health for someone who spent most of his thirties and forties making music and bouncing around the world on tours. Plus, aging looks good on him.
You talk about little things like how he's scribbled lyrics onto a notepad he keeps beside the bed or how Daisy has adjusted to having three little kids around instead of one. You're in the middle of saying something when he makes a familiar turn, and you can't stop the laugh from leaving you as the restaurant comes into view.
"Are you serious?" You ask, looking at him with a big smile, and he shrugs.
"What?" He asks, as if he's not stopping in front of the restaurant where you had your first (contractually obligated) date.
"Joel, we haven't been here in…" you trail off as you do the mental math before gasping. It's ten years to the day of your first date. Guilt immediately pools at the base of your spine, but Joel just sits there with a smirk on his face. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize. I've been so caught up with Sammy and the girls and-" he leans over the center console and kisses you before you can continue rambling.
Normally, you make it a point to remember days like this. Your first date, breaking up, getting back together, getting engaged, getting married, all of it. That's why it's so shocking that you forgot about it, and on a milestone year, no less.
"I'm so sorry." You say, and he shakes his head.
"I didn't say anything, so it could be a surprise," he says. "I called Caro and Ryan about a month ago to set this up, and I rented out the whole restaurant, so it's just us. We don't have to worry about cameras or fans or anythin'."
Of fucking course, he would do something like this. You sigh and drop your head to his shoulder.
"I didn't even get you anything." You mumble guiltily. He chuckles and kisses your temple.
"You just had two of my kids. I think that's more than enough." He says. You could spiral about feeling like a bad partner (how could you forget when your life together started?), but you have plenty of time for that. For dinner, however, you're on the clock. So, you push the thoughts away for now and stare at your husband fondly.
"I love you so much it's stupid," you say, and he smiles.
"Right back atcha, baby." He says. Much like he did on your first date, he gets out first and gives the car keys to the valet before opening your door for you. You take his arm and walk into the restaurant with him. There's no need for a hostess since there's only one table set up in the space, and it's impossible to miss it. Beautiful flowers surround the table, already set with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of red roses like the ones he turned up at your door with. He pulls your chair out for you and steals a kiss before moving to the other side of the table. Light, romantic music plays over the speakers, and the candle flickers in the middle of the table. It's perfect.
The bottle of wine is from the year you were married, and it has a special label bearing both your names. You haven't had any wine for almost a year, and Joel, knowing this, evidently pulled out all the stops. He pours each of you a glass and raises it in a toast. "Thanks for going on a second date with me," he says, and you laugh.
"Thanks for giving me a reason to." You say and clink your glass against his. The wine is amazing, and it's not just because you haven't had any in so long. You spend some time catching up with each other and talking about nothing important until a very nice waiter comes by to take your orders. Besides the waiter coming and going, you're left alone with Joel, with nobody crying or asking you for anything. It's nice, if not a little strange.
You take your time eating and drinking and giving Joel your full attention. You laugh together and get butterflies when he kisses your hand or brushes his knee against yours. It's a little silly to get so worked up over such small gestures, but it's been a hot second since you've had adult time, so you figure it's fair. God forbid you still find your husband attractive.
In the middle of dessert, a special request of Texas Trash Pie— which doesn't come close to his mother's but is still delicious— you look up from the dish and find whipped cream in his beard. You snort a laugh at the sight, and Joel furrows his brows.
"What?" He chuckles. You gather your napkin in your hands and reach out to wipe his face, not unlike you do with your son, and he blushes a little when he realizes what was making you laugh. "Can't believe you still like a mess like me." He says before taking another bite and somehow getting more on his face. Once you're full and pleasantly tipsy from the wine, you scoot your chair closer to Joel, and his hand finds a home on your thigh.
You can't stop staring at him. You track the changes you've watched unfold over the past decade: a little more grey on his temples, the creases next to his eyes a little more prominent, and his hair a little longer. He still has that indescribable sparkle in his eye that you think can only be a product of his joy. Your heart squeezes when it only intensifies as he looks at you.
"We've been together a long time," you say, and he hums. "Ten years, five kids, one dog, three finished albums, and one in the works."
"And four movies, an Academy Award, and how many others?" Joel chimes in, never the one to just accept praise, and you roll your eyes playfully.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you say, making him smile. You grab his left hand and trace his gold wedding band back and forth and back and forth a few times before you look at him again. "I mean, considering everything, we've done pretty well for ourselves. Can you handle ten more years with me?"
"I'd take a hundred more years with you." He says so quickly it takes your breath away. "I'd do it all over again if it meant this would be our life."
"Even though we have to change shitty diapers and get no sleep?" You ask, the question betraying the sudden tears, and he laughs.
"There are worse things." Like thinking you'll never see each other again. Like running out of time. Like never seeing him in our children's faces. Yeah, there are much worse things. You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand.
"I love you." You whisper like you told him you missed him not even a week ago.
"I love you, too." He whispers back as he kisses you sweetly. The waiter lets you linger for another half an hour before dropping the check and very politely tells you they'll be closing soon. Joel leaves a big tip as an apology for staying so late and personally thanks all the staff who worked to make this possible. He's all Southern charm and manners, even as you leave the restaurant and wait for the car.
"Thank you for tonight." You say, and Joel gives you a look.
"Y'know, we don't have to go back just yet. The kids are all in bed. Carolina and Ryan said to enjoy each other." He says, and you squint at him, a smirk pulling on your lips.
"And what would we do with all that extra time?"
"I might've reserved a room in a hotel nearby, just in case. We can order breakfast to the room early and be home before the kids wake up."
"Do Caro and Ryan know about this?" You ask, but you already know the answer. You scoff a little and shake your head before stepping close to him. "You must've been really desperate to fuck your wife to plan all this, huh?" Your lips brush against the shell of his ear, and you swear, you feel him shudder.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna take such good care of you."
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you know what’s crazy? believing that our consciousness is not the real core of life, and that we have limits and can’t do certain things. the whole world is your oyster, people are right when they say this. i had a breakthrough after watching Interstellar, one of my favourite movies, one of those that opened my eyes to a whole new reality and view of my surroundings.
everything is an illusion, or not quite, because actually, you created all of this. your persona, your family, your house, your city, your world. everything is made by you, by your mind. you’re pure consciousness. don’t EVER forget about this, okay? this is the only true reality. don’t listen to those who say we have limits because that is a fucking lie made by the government. they wanted us to be blind, but people are slowly realising this. we are free. no form, no body, no limits.
you can be anything you want, from the smaller things to the bigger picture. manifestation and shifting are possible because you imagined it, therefore you created it. you want to manifest a simple change of iris color? go on, it’s easy. or maybe you want to become fucking president? go on, it’s still easy. you want to shift to hogwarts, or become an avenger? oh that is easy too. don’t put limits on yourself, i’m saying this again and again.
please, you have to put this in your mind, and once you do, you will be free, just like how i am now. everything is easy because it’s in your mind. this might give you anxiety, i understand, i suffer from severe anxiety too, but when you realise you’re in control everything will turn for the best. you deserve to know the truth, not what others tell you. if you don’t want to believe me that’s fine, but do some shadow work and find the truth yourself, because at the end of the day i myself am still part of you, because this is YOUR reality, you are GOD (i’m not going against any religion, i hope you understand where i’m going).
you know, i met the practice of shifting and manifestation when i was 15-16 years old, and from there i started practicing everyday, but without making actual movement. you know why? it’s because i didn’t believe in myself and my ability. i always thought that the world around me was in control of me, that there was a higher being that had control over me, but that is bullshit. i still do believe in deities, in fact i am polytheist, yet i do believe that i am a god too, the god of this reality and also all the ones where i exist too.
only some time ago i started realising this, then my eyes opened, and today i am god. i can manifest anything, i can shift anywhere. i didn’t make any of this up, it’s the only true reality. my imagination is the only truth. my consciousness is the only real core of life.
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❣« Percy Jackson m.l »❣ ⭐︎ breathe for me ⭐︎
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18+ I do not control what you consume on the internet but I would recommend that MDNI.
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TW: smut ~ language ~ sir kink ~ belly bulge ~ rough sex? ~ choking ~ multiple orgasms and squirting ~ hair pulling ~ degradation ~ slight praise ~ p in v ~ oral ( both receiving ) ~ fingering ~ kissing ~ no use of Y/N ~ FLUFF AT THE END
dom! Percy x Sub! reader
⎨may or may not have been listening to Or Nah by Ty Dolly $ign whilst writing this⎬
⎨This is in Percy's POV ⎬
"Gods dammit, I should've never helped with that damn prank"
I had decided to help Leo and the twins with some stupid prank for April fools, the twins had made a... gas- well it was a sex pollen.
What I wasn't told?
That the prank was on me.
They had told me to go inside whilst they watched guard for Chiron or Mr. D... to be fair, bad decision on trusting them, so in all my dumbness I waltzed into the Aphrodite cabin, popped open the lid of the pollen and dropped it.
But when I turned around to leave? the little shits closed the damn door.
It only took two minutes for it to hit me.
Only two minutes until I had blue balls and my stomach felt like it was being tied into multiple knots.
And another twenty minutes until I got the strength to climb out of one of the open windows.
By then I was sweating, I could bearly breathe, I knew what I needed, I needed relief.
So stumbled to the only place I could think of, my cabin.
So this is how we got here.
Me trying to catch my breath as I stare at my girlfriend, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown in lust and a small wet patch of pre-cum seeping through my shorts.
She's so beautiful only in small denim shorts that showed just the right amount of ass and one of my camp shirts.
I start to drift, slipping into a lust-filled headspace until her voice drags me out of it, but she's not near the bed anymore.
She's right in front of me.
"Percy?" Her voice was soft, but I wonder how it would sound screaming my name.
"hm?" It's all that came out of my mouth, i'm not sure if i could trust myself.
"Are you okay? you look a little red" Gods, she smells so good.
Everything is electric, everything is hot and it's all too much, her voice, her smile, the way she looks up at me with those perfect eyes- its all soo much.
"mhm... I-" I choke on my words, looking down at her lips, those perfect... soft... lips.
The next this I know I'm pushing her against the bed, hand on her neck, not squeezing but applying pressure, it's messy, it's wet, it's perfect.
"y-ou're needy h-huh?" she laughs, but I don't say anything, I just kiss her harder, because I know that she won't be laughing when she's underneath me, screaming my name.
"Tell me to stop." I know she won't. she doesn't want me to. that's why she her hands slip under my shirt, her hands cold, resting on my stomach.
"Need you.. so bad" Its a whisper, but I can hear it, moving her back wards until her knees touch the bed, making her fall back onto it, me on top of her, just kissing... I swear I could cum just from this, she tastes so good, so sweat.
My hand slips up her shirt, feeling no bra I smirk, normally I wouldn't be this needy... this pollens making everything so much more hot.
I detach my mouth from her's, kissing down her neck and hearing her moan, I leave hickeys, hickeys that would stay for days.
I pull her shirt off, its quick, not waisting any time before I latch onto her nipple, I stay there for a second, my cock twitches in my pants and i feel myself become impossibly harder.
I circle my tongue around her nipple and the moan she lets out makes me groan, my hands griping her waist, as I suck and kiss and nip at her tits.
I keep this up for a good ten minutes before I move to the other breast, doing the same thing to the other breast and leaving small love bites on the flesh before I kiss down the chest and onto her stomach, moving down further and further.
When I reach her shorts I press a kiss on her clothed clit, her hips buck and I hold her hips down, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off, along with her panties.
She's soaking, dripping with slick and I waste no time latching onto her clit, feeling her hands tangle in my hair, pulling as she tries to buck her hips up, her moans spurring me on to go on.
I twirled my tongue around it, licking, sucking, it was messy, my tongue licking the juices that spill from her pussy.
Her moans go straight to my dick, I don't wait to lick up every juice that leaks out of her wet cunt after she came.
I bring my fingers to her hole before pushing in, I set a fast pace, thrusting my fingers in and out until she's cumming once again.
I see the overstimulation, her eyes closed tightly, breathing heavy and moans loud.
I sit up on my knees, manhandling her like a doll until her chest is to the mattress and her ass is up in the air.
I pull my shirt over my head, unbuckle my belt, and pull off my pants and boxers, my tip leaking, red and swollen.
Normally I would test her, make her beg a little, but no, not this time.
I push into her without warning, setting a brutal and fast pace, the only noises in the room are skin on skin and the moan of her sweet voice.
My hips hit hers and I slip into a fuzzy and needy headspace, going even faster, her moans now whimpers and choked up whispers of my name.
My hands grab her hips and I piston into her harder, grating her hair in my fist and pulling her up until she's flat against me, a hand around her throat as I choke her slightly, feeling her queen my cock harder than before.
"You like that? yeah, I know you do, you know why?"
I'm being mean, but it's not like I care, I know she loves it. she always does.
"mmmmh why- sir-" she manages to choke out, she's whiney and needy.
I lean down, my head in her neck, biting and sucking bruises into her perfect, soft skin.
"Because you're a dumb slut" I her cum again, my hips stop and I let out a deep groan as her pussy clenches around me like a vice, and before I know what's happening, I'm feeling myself spurt white, sticky, longs streams of cum into her, painting her gummy walls white.
But that wasn't enough. no. I still had blue balls and she wasn't brain dead yet.
I pull out, let her lay on her stomach for only a moment before I flip her over. Grabbing her thighs, throwing them over my shoulders and thrusting back into her.
I don't see it but both of our eyes roll back into our head, I was deeper than ever and when I come back down to earth... I look down to where we're connected and see a small bulge just under her belly button...
I cum from just seeing it, and I feel her legs start to shake as she squirts all over my thighs and ruins the sheets.
"Shit baby, look at that, taking me so good" I start to feel slightly better, my head not as fuzzy and my stomach not as tight.
When I start to move I see her legs start to shake, I go as fast as my body would, as hard as I could... I wanted her to be screaming.
It doesn't take long, she's screaming, her legs shaking as I pound her tight cunt harder than she's ever had all the while pressing against the bulge.
I moan as I cum for one again, stilling inside her as we cum together, my hair sticking to my head and sweat making our bodies shine.
"One more, pretty... one more" My mind was practically clear but I could feel the knot still in my stomach.
So I slowly pull out, carefully so I don't stimulate her too much, but she still whines and bucks her hips up when I do.
"Think you can get on your knees, sweetheart?" I try to be nice, I know I just put her through a lot and she's probably tired.
When she finally gets on her knees she takes my cock in her hand and kitten licked the tip, before slowly starting to go deeper and deeper, until she's flush against my pelvis, gagging.
I hold her there and start to softly thrust into her mouth, it take a minute before I'm painting her throat white and she's swallowing.
"Thank you..." Now that I come back to my senses I was a blushing mess, I lay her down on the bed before I run to the bathroom, grab a warm, wet cloth and walk back.
As I softly start to clean us up I thank her, thank her for being such a good girl for me and helping me.
I grab her one of my shirts and I put on some sweat pants before I lay down with her under the covers.
Her head on my chest as she starts to doze off.
"I love you, Percy" It's quite... but I still hear it.
"I love you too."
AHHHH FIRST FIC IS COMPLETE !
No but in all seriousness, I really tried and I hope you like this ! It took me a while but I did it as fast and best as I could, enjoy it ! I will be coming back to edit this tho.
remember to stay hydrated and get enough sleep .
until next time !
𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 ⭐︎
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my obsessive fan (pt.2)
╰┈➤ synopsis — After weeks of watching from afar, they finally have a chance to meet you for the first time.
╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader
╰┈➤ word count — 3.9k
╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, stalker behavior, mention of manipulation, talk of religion, violent thoughts
ੈ♡₊˚｡ back to ⇢ pt.1
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; hi!! i'm on vacation and don't have a lot of free time, so i'm sorry this took so long to write a 2nd part.
—Kim Seokjin
Ever since Jin set his sights on you, he knew he had to have you
No matter what anyone says, he knew deep in his heart that you were his and he was yours
It’s because of this reason that Jin started to build a certain type of entitlement towards you
His jealousy only grows every time he has to suffer through your interactions with anyone that isn’t him
Dark desires carve themselves deep into his chest
He takes control of your life from afar
Chasing away the cheap bitches and bastards that get to close
Spreading his sweet lies with easy eyes and a silver tongue
However, watching you from afar soon starts to summon a certain type of sadness
He weeps while watching his darling hold undesirables so dear to her heart
He grows tired of talking with your mutual friend, keeping up a facade that threatens to fall
And he takes out his torment on anyone around him until it almost tears his life apart
After all this waiting, he takes fate into his own hands and forces himself into your life
He sweet talks a friend who just happens to be your fellow member
Conversations too close for comfort, a few flirtatious remarks, and looking up at her through heavy-lidded eyes
Jin has always found it amusing how flattery and corrupt kisses have given him everything he’s always wanted
So when he mentions meeting you in passing, of course your member says yes
When the end of the week arises, he suddenly feels himself growing sick
Sweaty palms, cold shivers, and a set of nerves that burn deep into his brain
Despite his aching anxieties that ricochet in his head, he hides his fears behind black jeans and a dainty dress shirt
He walks the way to your dorm while drowning in sick thoughts
Desperate to disguise his sick self and make a memorable impression
This moment truly determines which direction your relationship will run
When he reaches the door to your dorm, he holds his breath before knocking two times
It only takes three seconds before you’re answering the door and dawning a soft smile on your face
Your excitement is contagious and he can’t help himself from letting a subtle grin slip
You two connect almost immediately
He lets you take the lead, only chiming in to agree with everything you say or complement you kindly
His quick wit and easy-going attitude keep the talk going for hours on end
He coats the conversation in his charms
Sweet talking until you settle into silence
Even when the conversation is cut quiet, your bodies talk calm and comfort
The clock strikes 12 and your day together has come to an end
Jin feels himself drifting into depression with every step towards the door he takes
His bones grow hard and heavy, falling into the floor right when he arrives home
30 minutes pass by and his pulse still skyrockets at the thought of your smile
He doesn’t need hope, he knows that you’ll never forget him
Your souls syncing into one almost instantly
It’s safe to say this isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing him
—Min Yoongi
These days, Yoongi has found himself drowning in the depths of a dull and depressing lifestyle
Unmotivated and uninspired, his lyrics hold no passion and his raps feel lost without rhythm
His weeks are blue and begin to blur together
Lost along his way, without purpose or passion to guide him
That is, until he met you
When you walked into his studio one Sunday morning, he felt something shift
Rendered speechless, he stumbled over his sentences when coming to a deal with your manager
You were a new and unknown artist looking for a new lyricist
You had heard word of an underground rapper who wrote songs for those worth the time and effort
You chose him, you wanted him, and you needed him
A rushed agreement left his lips and a contract was signed with a scarlet signature
You passed the pen over to him, hand skimming across his
A shiver of affection ran rampant in his heart
After he signs, he pockets the pen for what he calls ‘sentimental value’
His eyes watched as you wandered the studio
Fingertips touching the keys of his piano, the papers plastered across his desk, and the hoodie he left hanging over his chair
A lovesick sensation shakes him to his core
He’s feeling feverish from you way you walk around his office as if it’s your own
You make yourself comfortable as your staff talks money and meetings
You sit in his seat, curious eyes wandering his way
When you gave him a simple smile he swore he’d been burned by the sun
His moment is ruined when your manager opened his mouth
Yoongi had begun to tune out most of his talking, but when he suggested you sing one of his songs to test out this team up, he jumped at the opportunity
You shut yourself in the sound booth and wait while Yoongi searches through his songs
He rummages for the lost lyrics
A love song is what he looks for, the perfect portrayal of what you mean to him
He finds the lyrics scattered across the floor
Dusting them off, he hands them over
You sing a hypnotic harmony, bringing justice to the lyrics that once looked so dull
Your meet eyes every minute, almost as if you want to say thank you
Trying to tell him with quick glances how much he means to you (how much this chance means to you)
And in that moment, no one else mattered but you
That very day, you lit a fire inside him
Fueling his inspiration and feeding his inner romantic
From then on all his attention is on you
He dropped all his other degenerate clients
Closed the door in their faces and threatened to set fire to their careers if they ever disturbed him again
His lyrics became lovelorn
The characters in his songs so eerily alike to you and him
You’re his pure purpose in life; his passion and pleasure
His life does a full 180º, now rotating with you as the center
He needs you
And he’s happy that you need him just as much
—Jung Hoseok
Hoseok first met you through a rushed conversation in a crowd
Every since then his reality has been rapidly warped
It’s a fairytale still fresh in his mind
He can recount his raw emotions, your subtle smell of fragile flowers, and how the light hit you just perfectly, giving you a heavenly halo
You knelt down near the edge of the stage, out of breathe and taking a small break
Your eyes fluttered over the fans, a proud smile plastered on your face
Your breathe came out in short gasps, heart beating through your shirt, and sweat sliding off your body
Red rises to his cheeks just remembering the memory
He had his eyes locked on you, as they always are
The only new exception being the camera screen that captured the sight
Recently he had taken up the hobby as a way to earn a wage while not sacrificing the time spent on you
His fan page flourished all the mass of fans could feel his passion through the screen
One night, as he almost fell asleep to the sound of your soothing voice, you said his name!
You said his name, spoke it like a silver string tumbled off your tongue
Whispered the word like lyrics leaving your lips
His hands started to shake and his heart suddenly stopped
You then went on to talk about his fan page and how much attention you where getting because of the viral videos
That memory is a distant sense of deja vu as now you beckon him closer with a wave of your hand
You draw him in through the dense crowd, an invisible string tied around your finger
“Hey! It’s Hobi right?”
Hoseok nods his head hesitantly, almost unsure whether this is a dream or not
“I thought I recognized you, you run one of my fan pages don’t you? I’m flattered really, that you take all the time just to support me. Here,”
You pull out a red rose from the bouquet
It’s a pretty present from your first win with a new song
You take the rose and hold it out to him, tilting it up so he can smell
He inhales the fragrant flower, but all he can smell is the surviving scent of your perfume
It’s something sweet, just like you, with notes of floral and fruit
He takes the flower between two fingers, running the tips of his touch over the stem, trying to tell if it’s real
You let out a laugh at his awe-struck appearance and tell him, “Be careful or you’ll cut yourself on the thorns.”
You show care by caution, a subtle sign the you feel something for him
And this red rose is a perfect representation of your relationship
You hide off to the side, away from the rest of your group that sings the encore
Sitting under the shadows you give him a show of your affection, then leave before anyone else can catch on
Hoseok understands your intentions, but he also knows that because of your job he can’t be with you
So he’ll continue to support you from the sidelines, only surviving on a sliver of your love and the hope to one day have you as his own
—Kim Namjoon
The fall day is fleeting
Snow threatens to suffocate the dying daffodils
It tumbles down from the tips of the mountain top, casting it’s cold nights and dreadful days over anything that still clings to color
The summer solstice is long since passed, and along with it goes his hopes and happiness
Namjoon finds himself still hanging on to the hot embers and raw embrace of his last relationship
He’s lost along the path, pleading with the gods and guardians to give him one last chance
He’s taken to a temple, high up in the mountains where sorrow cannot escape his sight
Namjoon cannot help but feel as if his god has lead him astray
Taken through twisting turmoil and tortured relationships
The dawn of a new December draws near
It’s cruel and cold, leaving Namjoon to linger on what his life used to be
His grasp on his guide is slipping
Religion runs rampant along the trail
Faith falling out of his hands if this last resort doesn’t give him some sort of sign
The temple is now near
Faceless people peer into the wishing well
He’s focused on only one thing, pushing through the crowd to meet his final moment
The do or die, a deciding factor on which way his life will lead him
He crawls up closer, hand held out with an offering
He’s just about to say his prayer and send off his present, when he collides into someone and the coin is falling through the cracks in the concrete
For a second, everything is silent
His heart hammers in his chest, heartbroken over the harrowing result of the test
He comes to the conclusion that his faith has failed him
Dragging him down deep through the mud and making his life a living hell
His god has gone and abandoned him… but a velvety voice breaks through his disbelief
He looks up and shining down on him is your sweet smile
Perhaps he hasn’t been abandoned, just lead to a new beginning
Yes, this is a sign, he’s so sure of it
You apologize for bumping into him like the angel you are
You take his two hands and help him up from where he’s fallen
Namjoon nods along to whatever you say, watching as you ramble off in embarrassment
He’s too shocked to be graced by a goddess to form a fragment of a thought
And just when his tongue is untied and thoughts untangled, you leave just as quickly as you came
The word ‘wait’ tumbles off his tongue, falling flat at his feet and off into oblivion
He sees your shadow walking off into the woods
You creep into the crowd, your figure floating further away from him
A fraying string of fate attaches you two
He feels compelled to to find you, to follow you, and never let you go
You’re a gracious god, guiding the way and giving him hope
He’ll worship you until ticking time wastes him away
—Park Jimin
He can’t contain his fiery fury
Jimin is a slave to sin and submits so easily to anger
He’s wrapped up in wrath
Biting down on his tongue, the pressure too much that blood begins to pool
Yet the pain serves as a desperate distraction
Such a pathetic thought to think that a single soul can cause this much distress
But that’s the truth, because just the sight of the bitch sets his heart ablaze
She sits in front of you, leaning forward to show off her scorpion smile
Licking her lips and teasing the thought of a killer kiss
She flirts shamelessly, as if she actually has a chance
Jimin knows you like sweet things, unlike the toxic slut that slides her high heels up your thigh
You’ve said it before, 3 months ago in a live, you like someone with innocent intentions
Jimin is torn into two people
On one hand, he wants to beat the bitch bloody until she can’t breathe
On the other, he knows he’ll make a scene and scare away any chance of your affection
He’s knows his best bet, so he swallows down his disgust and puts on a paper smile
Jimin’s turn is coming up next and he collects his items
His bank account now bare as he spend everything he had on albums, merchandise, and fan-meets
Photocards and poster papers are delicate in his hold
Sweat staining the edges as a wave of anxiety rushes over him
He counts down the seconds, wishing for time to turn faster
He traces the tips of his fingers over the image of you, imagining what it would be like if it were reality
Your fair features and the pain pulsing in his jaw are all to divert his attention from the scene going on at his side
The girl is finally getting up to go, but not before writing down her number in a pitiful attempt to be your plaything
His angry eyes are set on her silhouette
Finding her flaws and trying to shot through her head with his stare
His jealousy is a dangerous thing, a driving force that’ll ruin his life if he isn’t careful
So distracted from his fury, he surprised to hear your voice force itself into the silence
“Are you okay?”
Blood drips down his lips
He tore them up with his teeth, trying to bite back his spite and keep some self-control
He immediately apologizes, as if it’s something to be sorry about
Next thing you know he’s thrusting his papers in your hands and hoping you don’t hate him
The day is barely past 12 but already it’s ruined been by red
You try to sneak subtle glances his way and give him looks of concern, confusion, disgust, despair?
Your many masks are blurred together till’ he can’t decide if you’re upset or unaffected
These frowning faces fight against him
Tearing up his insides and taunting him with voices that say, “You messed everything up. She can’t stand the sight of you. You can’t keep it together.”
Imitate insecurities are transformed into truth
Jimin sees your face and that upside down smile, and he’s running away from the invisible issue
He gets up so fast, the chair falling to the floor with a metal clank
He doesn’t bother grabbing any of his albums
Rushing out the door with his eyes running red and tears trailing off behind him
Jimin is growing weary and worn down by the second person in his skin
Sunk deep into the dawn and smothered in sin
He’s tired of his twin always ruining his chances and wrecking his relationship with you
But Jimin is so stubborn and would do anything it takes to make you smile, even if it ends up killing him
—Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s first time meeting you was anything but an accident
He knows wherever you are, from the time when the sun meets the mountains, to when the sky is suffocated in darkness
Lately, he’s been growing rather restless and irrational
An ache sets fire to his soul
Suffocating on the smell of your smoke he can’t seem to catch
His passion pains him, and he’s plagued with dreams of your distant touch
You’re so close yet so far
He makes up his mind on a moonlit morning
Months of walking in your faded footprints, he’s your silent shadow
Your schedule is now imprinted in his mind
He plans out the perfect day
He’ll come into the cafe you frequent, cause some chaos, and when he has your attention, he’ll cherish the moment
The autumn day arrives and he hides away
Standing up against the wall at the back of the cafe, he has a perfect view of anyone that dares walk through the door
He’s hasty and impatient
Constantly checking his watch and looking back up at the door
His hold tightens on his hot tea, heat transferring and burning into his blood
He checks his watch once more, but this time when he looks up, he hears bells ringing
He makes a double-take and his feet are flying before he can think twice
Taehyung comes crashing into you, spilling his tea and staining your shirt
He rushes apologies already rehearsed
He takes your hands in his and wipes off the mess with a rag already prepared in his pocket
Once your skin is no longer stained, only stinging with the past pain, he passes you the rag so you can clean off your shirt
Taehyung offers to order you another coffee, his treat because of the mess he made
Clueless and lovelorn, Taehyung takes your order without asking you what you wanted
Your order is taken down to a tee
When you ask how he knew what you liked, he said it was an impossible accident
The unlikely lie slipped out before he had time to think
Tripping up over your accusatory eyes and confused question
Perhaps Taehyung isn’t meant to stick to your side
Better off stalking in your shadow and reminiscing on the remains
He’s too naive and boyishly bold
Although he may know this truth deep down in his heart, he’s unable to act within reason
He has an ideal image of love
An image that lingering in his head ever since he was a child
You’re his only dear darling and he’ll just have to persuade you with his passion
No matter how much time it takes, no matter how often he fails
He’s a restless romantic and he can’t help it
—Jeon Jungkook
A rush of adrenaline and affection runs red like blood in his body
Your performance was perfect!
And he can’t believe he saw your sweet smile from just behind the barricade
He watched you glide with grace across the stage, grabbing the audience’s attention with just one look
But when your eyes locked, he felt as if you two were only ones in the room
You’ve enchanted him, intertwining your souls into two
He feels himself following your every move, reaching out to run his hand over yours when you handed out high-fives
His skin burns red with a blush
Blistering blood pumping hot to his head
His whole face is on fire and he feels as if he might faint
If this is the state just your skim of skin has struck upon him, he doesn’t know how he’ll handle meeting you in person
He’d spent all last night restless and rummaging around in his head for anything else forgotten
He planned and prepared for months in advance, after all, the first meeting is when memories are made
He spoke his script into the mirror, stumbling over words and stressing over sentences
He ripped up and rewrote his conscripted confession three thousand times over
It needed to be perfect
Now, as the crowd creeps off into the night, he mumbles over his love letter
The minutes melt away while waiting for those in line to leave
Now he’s the next one to meet his muse
He stumbles to sit in the silver chair and looks up to lock eyes
All his words are washed away when your attention is on him
The page concluding pure passion and perfectly written words is now crumpled in his hands
His knuckles whitening, attempting to get a grasp and spit out the words he wants to speak
You ask him how he is, how far he traveled for the concert, is he okay?... Why isn’t he talking?
He sits in silence, brain burning up and and a blush coating his cheeks
The hole in his head keeps him from forming a thought
It’s only when you’re signing his album and the meeting has almost met its end, when his heartfelt words begin flowing from his mouth
“I love you.”
The confession is quiet at first, hesitant as he waits for your response
“I love you too! I appreciate all of my fans so much. Thanks for coming to the concert.”
You say a simple response, rehearsed a thousand times but for a different reason
Forced to respond to any request and comply with the compliments
You look at him like a fan, like one of the thousands of faceless people that came before him
Don’t you understand? This isn’t some type of friendship or fleeting crush
He can’t sleep when you’re sick, can’t function when you’re frowning, and can’t live if he can’t love you
He’s bound by your side till time takes his heart
He’s a slave to your sweet smile and the whispered words that make his knees weak
Jungkook is more than just a lovesick man, he’s pierced by passion and won’t let you leave
A simple saying isn’t enough, he needs to show you how his heart beats and breaks only for you
“You’re not understanding. I love you.”
He leans over the table and takes your hand in his
You tense under his towering figure, yet Jungkook is too immersed in his speech to tell
“You’re everything to me. The reason worth living. I love you, I love you so much-”
His words become warped as he grows erratic
His rehearsed confession is now corrupted, growing messy and mushed together
He’s eager to get out the words before anyone else can interrupt
“I’d do anything for you. I don’t care if you hate me or hurt me, just let me love you.”
The security guards are scrambling to send him away, but it takes the strength of ten men to pry his hands from yours and pull him off the table
As they drag him away and the steel doors shut, you still hear his voice ringing out with all the reasons he love you
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Woah, that’s pretty heavy, dude. I’ve never seen anyone analyze the series that way, but now that you brought those themes up, they seem pretty damn obvious. Can you elaborate on this interpretation of the shorts and the series? As well as each version’s respective symbolism? How do you think the main cast gaining new colors at the end of the original, only to lose them for the new series factors in to this interpretation. What do Roy and Lesley represent?
Each of the original shorts puts the three main puppets in the role of students and has a different teacher force a "lesson" upon them.
In Creativity, the teacher keeps telling the students how great creativity is, while constantly shutting down their attempts to actually express their own thoughts and feelings, whether it be by questioning the purpose of her arbitrary rules for what they should do or by making artistic choices she doesn't approve of - "Green is not a creative color" isn't just a funny joke, but the whole point of the short and how education often fails when trying to teach art. Because schools put so much emphasis on "objective" evaluations of student progress, they often fail to truly teach inherently subjective subjects like art and creative writing - you can't let people express themselves freely if you have to force them to fit a super strict rubric. "Be creative, but only use the colors I allow you to, only do the activities I've assigned, only think the way I think" is inherently contradictory advice, and by the end of the short the students are so frustrated that they express their creativity in a way that gets them banned from doing it ever again - "let's all agree to never be creative again" is where the short ends.
In Time, the teacher tries to explain the concept of time in an inherently over-simplified and often borderline inaccurate and nonsensical way, to the increasing frustration of the students. The teacher specifically puts a big emphasis on 1. being punctual and 2. believing that the past was generically shitty but it's done so we don't have to worry about it, and the future will be great so don't worry about it. All of these "lessons" are designed to make the students think about time only in the sense of it being a rule they have to obey - a schedule to stick to. When the students actually ask insightful questions about time - "Is time even real? Does anyone know?" - the teacher gets angry and punishes them by forcing them to contemplate their own mortality, all to reinforce the idea that time is just an arbitrary set of rules they have to obey or else.
In Love, the yellow puppet is given lots of empty platitudes about how great love and compassion is and how he should value them, only to then have a bunch of arbitrary rules about how and when one should love heaped on him once he agrees that love is important, with the rules eventually saying his love should be to some nebulous authority figure - "Our king" in the cult imagery of the episode is very much a stand-in for authority in general. We're shown how education can make even the most wholesome-sounding of lessons twisted for a purpose of controlling and manipulating students, forcing them to believe in things that aren't real for the benefit of a select few.
I feel I don't need to explain the Computer episode to anyone who's been in a public school's computer class in the 90's/early 2000's, it kind of explains itself. But a huge problem in education to this day is the persistent belief that you can make students teach themselves by throwing shitty yet expensive "cutting edge" education programs at them - it's what 90% of school budget increases go into because it makes the politicians who buy them look like they care without actually putting any work into understanding what education really needs.
The nutrition episode makes fun of how goddamn mercurial nutrition education has been over the last few decades - one minute eggs are good for you, then you're having too much of them, then you need more of them again, it's fucking madness - and how ultimately all nutrition education does is give you so much anxiety about the foods you pick for yourself that you just buy whatever's advertised for you the flashiest, even if it's really bad for you (like canned meat from one of your few remaining friends).
In the final episode of the original shorts, the Red Guy, having escaped his teachers, finds himself in the dreary adult world, and despite everything actually pines for the simpler days of being a student. He decides to look into the nature of his education, and sees not only how shitty and half-baked a system it is, but also the true root of it: that it wasn't made for the benefit of students, but for the parents who made those kids and want them indoctrinated so they behave better. That's what Roy represents - the parent who doesn't really care about their child learning anything useful beyond "obey the people in charge."
As for the show being about the horrors of the mundane adult world, well, I think that's pretty obvious. One episode is literally about getting jobs. Another is about confronting your own eventual death. They're not subtle about it. And hell, it builds off the finale of the original shorts - Red Guy already transitioned from childhood to adulthood, it's only fitting his pals came with him.
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The Honey Trap part 1
Note: the idea of sexpionage is wonderful to use in fics, but I want to make it clear that sexpionage is a daunting and grim reality too, and I am very aware of that and do not mean to ignore that. It is a trope I am using, lighthearted, but I do not want to pretend that the actual act of sexpionage is not horrific to many involved. That being said, I will not describe the horrors of it. This is a work of fiction, but created with some knowledge about the real thing.
Warnings: mention of drugs and murder, lightly suggestive.
Pairing: Modern Spy!Sihtric x Spy!Reader (f)
Summary: You are a seductive spy with a mission to obtain important information, and your target turned out to be a very handsome man.
Word count: 1,4k
Masterlist
Introduction chapter: The Target.
Infiltrating criminal organisations wasn't new to you. You had caused the downfall of several notorious criminals and their entire empires over the past few years, as you were highly skilled and professional. You loved your job and the power it gave you, so when you got the opportunity to infiltrate the current biggest drug organisation in the country, you didn't say no.
You were a spy, one of the best in the business, but you weren't a regular spy. Your expertise was sexpionage. Your goal was to seduce your target and gain intel, which you would then secretly hand to your superiors and eventually lead to the downfall of your target and whoever they worked with.
Your new mission was all about taking down a drug empire that was run by a lady named Skade. Skade was smart, cunning and pretty, using that all to her advantage by brainwashing men into doing her dirty business, so her hands stayed clean. It was well known she was responsible for everything that happened, but she had to be caught in an act in order to prove it, and taking her down would mean the end of her nasty business. The only problem was that she was just impossible to find.
You had been infiltrating connected circles to her business for a while already, becoming close with a man named Cnut, who made all the big drug deals for his "queen", Skade. You had managed to get him arrested during a big drug deal, without Skade ever finding out what happened as Cnut had just disappeared for all she knew, and now your next move was to become part of Skade's inner circle.
Your new target was a man named Sihtric, who quickly became Skade's most loyal man after Cnut had seemingly disappeared. What you didn't know was that Sihtric was a so-called Raven; a male sexpionage. Your superiors felt it was better for you to not know the truth about your target, because to them Sihtric was no longer under their employment, for they had all reasons to believe he had gone rogue while infiltrating and was now actually working for Skade and he needed to be eliminated. But before you were to take his life, it was your mission to get close to Sihtric and gain intel on Skade's whereabouts.
Everyone who worked for Skade always had a few drinks every night at the same pub in town, The Seven Kings. The Seven Kings was basically owned by Skade and it was a pub hidden away in a narrow street, in the heart of the city centre. Because it wasn't easy to find, you would never spot a tourist there. And the tourists who did find it often turned around after taking a look inside, as Skade's crew, who were the regular guests there, did look all but inviting. She had only men working for her, as they were easy to control, and they all looked rugged. They were all either heavily tattooed or incredibly muscular, but none of them ever intimidated you for you knew exactly how to seduce them and, if you had to, easily kill them.
You made every man turn their head once you set foot inside The Seven Kings one evening. And men were so easy. They'd usually frown upon a stranger entering the place, but if the stranger was a pretty lady who was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a black top that showed some cleavage, they were more than welcoming. And so you were very welcome to join them for a drink. The stools at the bar were all taken, but multiple men jumped up and offered you their seat before you had even said a word. This was your job, your expertise; seducing men and making them play to your tune. The bartender placed several drinks in front of you after you had sat down, all drinks that some of the men had already bought you without even knowing your name. You never thanked anyone for their gestures, and as you finished your first drink you nonchalantly began to scan the place until your eyes locked with your target.
There he was, Sihtric Kjartansson, Skade's right-hand man, sitting almost across from you at the other side of the bar. He was prettier than in the photos you had been shown. He had looked quite young in those, while now a handsome man sat opposite of you. A well built one too, his biceps looking fine in that army green shirt he was wearing. His dark hair was short and shaved at the sides, a tattoo ran from the side of his head down onto his neck and his facial hair was well kept. He was handsome, you couldn't deny that, which made your job all the more fun. You have seduced the most hideous men in your career as a spy, so to have a very good looking target was a nice change.
On the bar, next to his drink, you spotted a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, the latter which he fidgeted with while he listened to some other man who clearly worked for Skade too. Sihtric hadn't been blind to your entrance and overall captivating appearance but, like you, his sexpionage training had taught him to never make the first move. However, when he noticed you turned down one man after the other over the next hour, Sihtric decided there was probably no harm in chatting up a pretty lady and wouldn't mind getting laid either if he was lucky. And so he went for it.
He came over to you, and the man who was seated next to you knew to take his leave once Sihtric approached. The handsome man sat down next to you but you feigned ignorance, until he spoke first.
'Have we met before?'
His voice was low and smooth, honeyed and warm and it shot an unexpected warmness through your body.
'I don't think we have,' you said, using your seductress voice.
You both weren't aware that you were using the same vocal technique to seduce one another. Another thing you had both been taught as a spy. Sihtric introduced himself, and you smiled sweetly yet alluringly as you told him your name. His handshake was firm and his mismatched eyes were fully fixated on you, the same your eyes never left him.
You had some small talk, and you told Sihtric the lies that had been created to make you look completely harmless. As you engaged in conversation you gave him flirty looks and whenever he made you laugh you touched his arm lightly, a gesture he clearly did not seem to mind as he continued to lean in closer as the night progressed. You complimented each other subtly and only had eyes for each other, which made the other men in the pub sick with jealousy, but Sihtric didn't care, because he already had his mind set on you.
And your first mission ended successfully, as it had earned you your target's phone number. Sihtric offered to walk you back to your hotel, because he claimed a pretty lady such as yourself should be careful at night. You laughed on the inside, as you were very capable of murdering someone with just your high heels, but you accepted his offer just to play along.
And you couldn't deny you enjoyed his touch as he accompanied you, with his hand placed lightly on the small of your back. Sihtric was clearly a flirt, which worked well for you as it was your job to be flirty without raising suspicion. But it all went so very natural with him, it almost made you suspicious as it seemed he just knew exactly what to do and say.
But then you remembered he was a man, and most men didn't think at all when they saw a pretty lady. And Sihtric was, indeed, oblivious to the fact he had just walked straight into what was only the start of a sticky honey trap. He had already broken the first rules in sexpionage; be wary of pretty people who could be out of your league, and definitely never make the first move. And as he had ignored both those warnings, you claimed victory.
But what you didn't know was that Sihtric was not only interested in your looks. He had a secret mission of his own; seducing you to find out where Cnut went, as he thought it was peculiar that a lady like you showed up out of nowhere, only weeks after Cnut's disappearance...
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ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on
#for context i was working frying chicken today. ok so i arrive and literally all the chicken out expires within ten minutes of each other#meanwhile to remake everything takes about an hour 20#tried my best to get everything out and replaced and make sure i have enough of everything and then take my break bc with chicken there are#few narrow windows to take your break in you have very little control over when it is#get back and while im getting ready for my next fry one of the assistant leaders comes back and passive aggressively asks 'everything ok?'#and when i say yeah shes starts saying how shes 'just checking' because apparently i didnt have enough chicken out for her liking and went#on about how we're in a chicken drive (I KNOW. I WORK CHICKEN SHE NEVER HAS.)#etc etc. i just say ok and she leaves#like 20 minutes later she comes fucking back to rag on me again about how i need to choose my break times better and i need to have more#chicken out there as back up (extremely difficult bc there is literally only so much room in the fryers. the batches i usually make already#nearly completely fill them up) blah blah and then when i try to explain how i WAS making pretty big batches people are just snatching them#up fast she keeps trying to walk out the door right away and keeps stopping and looking over her shoulder to just stare at me while i try t#finish my sentence#and she just. doesnt say anything in response when i do finish she just leaves#so clearly she didnt want a conversation she just wanted to rag on me#then later for cleanup the timing of everything just kept lining up inconveniently so i kept having to get in and out of raw cleaning gear#and slowing myself down and i end up having to stay almost 15 minutes late to finish cleaning#during cleaning i have to go grab a key to the back door to take out my trash and this one coworker i have was standing in the way of the#door. i say excuse me and she just stares at me and goes huh?#and i say i need a key and she barely moves out of the way without responding and she has a look like im bothering her#why are you acting like im being douchey. i just need a key. thats something she does a lot she acts like im inconveniencing her by asking#basic favors . ive stopped asking her to help me open the back door (sometimes needed if i also have raw garbage to take out and therefore#cant touch the key myself) for some reason she takes it upon herself to almost completely close the door after i walk out so when i come#back i have to awkwardly use my foot to reach around and pull the door open#ive asked her before not to do it and she just ignored me#GRAH GRAH. and then like i said in my last rb i realized while i was drivign home i forgot to wash a damn pan#im mostly worried about it because ive forgotten a couple times in the past too . in my defense its a pan i personally dont use but it just#gets left behind from first shift sometimes and then second shifters end up having to make sure its clean#im just irritateddd and im mad im worried about it all. its all little things piling up on each other#LOL I WROTE A LOT MORE BUT THE REST GOT CUT OUT IG I HIT A TAG LIMIT. tumblr voice ok dude quit your bitching !!
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yeah, yeah, eli and demetri are cute, but miguel and eli? they own my heart now and forever. out of all the bonds that eli could ever have and i want to see more on screen, in order it goes: eli/miguel, eli/sam, eli/robby, and eli/tory. i said what i said.
#out of character. ⁽ edie ⁾#don't get me wrong#eli and dem are incredible and they had a beautiful friendship but the show refuses to acknowledge that dem genuinely never accepted#that eli was growing and changing and tried to pull the hawk persona from him without a care of why it had happened or what it meant to eli#he looked down on him for it and it's why hawk turned all the affection he had into active hatred#and eli was horrible to him and you don't just move past that and go back to how things were. eli and dem are so so different now#and they need to fix so much between them. they can and they will but it's also okay to not go back to how things were#they outgrew each other and that's okay. it's valid and it happens and they can still be close without going in circles#eli and miguel's friendship is so important to me because they grew together and miguel actually saw eli for who he was#miguel was the only one who could see his friend even when he took the rage and anger and need for control too far#he knew eli didn't stop being eli just because he was putting up this front and diving head first into it#also the fact that sam and eli have so much in common yet have always been on opposing ends and a balance to each other? makes me feral#i need more of them because i know they can be such a good team and it warmed my heart to see them root for each other#sam and eli are so passionate and have the capability of being so raw and real and their fighting styles are the most balanced tbh#they've been everywhere all at once and i need them to be a duo and fighting together because everything they hated each other for was a#doing of their trauma and their fears and everyone else tbh. sam and eli don't really know each other at all#and they have so much to unpack and see in each other because i do think that they have a lot in common and balance each other#eli and robby whew so much to unpack there too and i just need them to not gloss over what happened between them#and same with eli and tory because at some point they were all they had in ck when everything changed#and hawk was loyal to her and cared for her and he was displaced and it sent him deeper down#anyway justice for eli and actually seeing ties that matter without him just being shoved into an old friendship
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im ngl the way some ppl on this site talk abt christianity is really baffling
#myposts#text of kin#my whole life ive been an atheist#with a strongly ex-catholic anti-theist mother and even she would disagree w some of the shit said abt christians on here#nevermind that like. im pretty sure people will just straight up lie about stuff thats a 'christian thing' or not#idk i dont actually think christianity is the bogeyman its made out to be#and i really struggle to think that im someone who at all FAIR to christians. trust me that i hate christians#its just like. comically absurd at a certain point#are you absolutely sure that its an exclusively christian thing to do squints social control? they invented and are the only ppl to do that?#youre sure? alright well if youre sure!#and im also completely sidestepping like. possible critiques to be offered to other religious structures. like even without saying#'hey its not the only bad one'. its literally gotten to a point just w christianity that some of u sound insane#honestly id love to see more. well frankly interesting discussions abt christianity happening on here#where is the investigation of christianitys role in colonialism? the discussion of the systemic violence its many forms have legitimized#it honestly seem like this site is hung up on#the role christianity plays in american politics and making that the end all be all#of both american politics and the effects christianity has had on the world--even just the political world#perhaps its naive of me to think this website would care abt anywhere other than american nevermind nonwestern contexts but. idk#it smacks to me of....ex christians particularly white ones making themselves into the only and biggest victims of it#which i would know because. again. anti-theist ex-catholic mother ive lived my whole life with.#idk how true that is. thats what it reads like to me largely#but i recognize for it to even read that way to me its getting parsed through my experience w my mom so thats a bias i know i have#all this to say. damn i hate christians but some of yall hate christians so much i think youve just started lying#and then also centering your particular experience of christians in an american WASP context#rather than discussing like any other (worse) form of harm christianity has been party to in say the global south
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#and so i came back here. because in here i can find joy and sorrow. laugh a little and cry a lot because someone made a post i resonate with#it makes me feels understood. a private and intimate place that is also shared at the same time. and strangely; like a home#but i came back without knowing who i am. I see someone else in the mirror. Is that a monster? a sinner? a human? a normal man?#after all that effort leaving depression and self hate from my adolescence behind. from being proud of myself for being different to all me#was all a lie? how could i do such awful and terrible thing to the person i swore to protect? the person i love the most#i said i would never do that kind of unforgivable act. And here i am. Alive after the event. I want to drop dead. To dissapear from here.#But at the same time i want to fix what i did. in order to do that i need to heal. to change. be happy. to live. and i hate it#how can i do all of that with the weight of guilt crushing me and telling me i killed myself that day? i am just a shell of who i was#how to change what i thought was the best version of me? i was supposed to be different no harmful and kind man!!!#i already asked for help. and they told me it was not all my fault. But i still think it is. There is no way it can be 50/50#physical actions are only responsibility of the ones who made it. circumstances are not a reason to diminish them guilt#a confused person is not deserving of any part of the guilt. they do not have control over themselves. but the other ones sure have it#yes. they might have started and added little physical actions. but i refused and it never came to completion. which is the opposite of min#physical trauma can spawn emotional and mental trauma as well. is way more bad and deep that the emotional one i might have#i want to kill that trash in front of the mirror. why are you still living bitch? just to be a parasite and hurt people on the go?#to make irreversible mistakes that affects every person around you? your decisions never end well. why do not you just give up already?#and yet here i am. trying to not isolate myself thanks to the safe place i found here. I can write what is on my mind. gives me some relief#because the only person i talked everyday is the same one i hurted as i never thought i would in my life#Hope i can found redemption one day. I hope they can heal and be happy soon and forever.#I am going to always be worry about them (i am sure of that) but i wish nothing but the best for them. I want nothing to hurt them again.#They never deserved the trauma and guilt. They suffered more than enough way before i step in and fucked up everything.#Life. if you can hear me. Please give them recovery. happyness. health and lots of love. They deserve it. Please#They did nothing wrong! Take them pain away and put it in me. I will stay alive just for that if is neccesary#I wanted to kill myself way long ago. but i still here. I might want to kill myself again. but i still will be here.#Just leave them be happy. That is what i really want
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instead of not just looking it up for no apparent reason, when I once again just a few minutes ago wondered about it for the hundredth time this year,
today I learned how you tell baby blackberries and raspberries apart
#proud of me good job balanced common sense me that’s still in here somewhere#good job me#proud of whatever the fuck survival mode only part is running things rn#you’ve been going for a LONG time with no break and almost never help and that’s gotta be so#so tiring and exhausting and scary#i bet you feel like it’s all draining and it’s all hard without ever getting easy and being alone in the driver seat with no assistance#is just how it’ll be forever now and it’s never going to end or change#that’s a lot huh?#it’s gotta be so hard#you must be so tired and so scared#and maybe you’re white-knuckling the controls and all tasks because you can’t trust some other mode to not lose grip and mess up stuff#you may not be the MOST functional and things may not get better under your driving but if you’re the only one doing things at least you#can know that no one else can make them WORSE and so it may not get better bc you don’t have the energy for that#but it won’t get to total crisis mode red alarm time either and you’re guaranteed MINIMUM SAFE#the world will not end and you won’t fail and wreck everyone#that’s so hard and must take so so much work and I’m so proud of how all this doing is from you!#of course you’d be scared to let go of the control a little bit. that makes sense. it’s only gone bad in the past or been good for a while#and then sudden-crashed into bad again huh?#that would be so hard#i don’t want you to loosen control suddenly#or before you’re ready. ever.#I’m sorry for each of the many times I’ve tried to force you before. That was wrong and I’m going to work hard to never do it again.#so I don’t want you to let go much#but I do want to point out that—did you notice that even so scared and even this locked in with no memory of how to even share the controls#you actually managed a couple times in the last few days to let another mode option actually reach in and make a little influence?#you did that all by yourself. letting little possibilities of other options in. you did that without even realizing it#and you’re doing a lot better and are a lot less hopeless stuck and broken than you believe you are right now.#I’m unbelievably proud of you for letting those other tiny modes in#that’s SO much progress.#you’re good. and you’re doing good. and I’m proud of you. and grateful.
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