#[ but also ... im' sorry vic

[bsideheart]

what kind of fuckign crack did they put in bulls in the bronx. wbat the fuck

[themotherofhorses]

NO! Because what if I said mean!superior!Simon Riley x new recruit!fem!reader ??

An equally dark and obsessed!Simon Riley, who became stupidly OBSESSED with one of the newest recruits currently housed on base. You're young and naive and (in his eyes) need an older man to corrupt the living shit out of the dumb little innocence clinging to every action of yours. So much smaller and softer than him — with the prettiest bright eyes and the sweetest, dimpled smile.

Such a stark difference in character between the two; perhaps that is the main reason why he wants you so badly.

Ghost knows everything about you — from your instagram account to your childhood street address and that adorable build-a-bear plushie that you somehow managed to slip into your duffle bag (right now, it sits quite snugly between your two pillows, but sooner than later, it’ll wind up in *his* bed).

As time passes, he only becomes meaner — a terrible combination of aggressive and antagonistic and frightening. A literal bully. But he cannot help it. It’s a shitty excuse, he knows it, but there is something so fuckin' delicious about catching an eyeful of your pretty face crumpling at every insult he spits out.

The way your head needs to tilt upwards to meet his heavy glare, causing your pink, plump lips to twist into a pout. If he was forced to define it, he’d claim it’s practically an aphrodisiac for him.

Ah, you won't ever survive in my world, he tells himself.

Anyone can see it. You ought to remain back in his home flat — safe and sound with his chubby-cheeked baby bouncing on your hips, waiting for your husband to return home from combat.

So imagine a dark, obsessive, and mean!superior!Ghost overhearing that you were almost murdered by enemy fire during a recent recon mission. A stray slug gazed your upper thigh, and a second came a little too close to your pretty, empty head.

And sure, Ghost is beyond pissed about it, but he's driven more upset over the fact that no one told him; instead, he had to learn through word-of-mouth by some rookies seated within the mess hall.

(Behind him, Soap and Gaz couldn't really understand why their lieutenant reacted so strongly. After all, he hates you …. right?)

What the hell? You almost died. DIED! Not only that, but you were almost stolen away from him. Did you not fuckin' understand that? Death came so fuckin' close to robbing his precious girl from him.

In the meantime — as he awaits your return to base — Ghost sits atop his bed, casually planning out what'll happen next.

There is an empty room in his flat — straight down the hall from the master bedroom, perfect space for the nursery. In fact, it has a nice, single-hung window that he can add drapes to (if you fancy looking outside while tending to the baby).

The bed is, of course, ready for you, and beneath the bathroom sink are those scented body washes you adore. Thank bloody fuck Bath & Bodyworks allows online shopping and shipping.

[barricade-bops]

STOP twinkifying Grantaire in fanart he is UGLY. He is a FREAK. STop it.

[svtskneecaps]

if i get a purgatory 3 before the year is out i'm so sorry i'm going to be INSUFFERABLE

[meekinthedraw]

Hes deserves better.

[isatoru]

u know ….. fem oliver is a lot like maki tbh …. she would really love those ejaculating strap a little too much too ,, a little too eager to use them on u

[mystery-fish-17]

Sometimes girlfriend ain't even a girl it's just vic fuentes from pierce the veil

[awsugar]

why the in-fighting? why the stan wars and hating on ppl who like different things? We Are All fans of someone who has held a koala.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II Drabble for @vxctorx

Boyish, blue orbs waltzed a delicate balance of hasty yet purposeful glances upon the roughened facade of his sketchpad's parchment, now etched with meticulously drawn ribbons and curves of ebony and ashen shades, and the golden image of his love's reclined figure. The honeyed tones of tender sunbeams and the sea's untamed locks rapping upon the distant shore perfectly accompanied such a waltz. "Just continue lyin' just like tha'... Aye, tha's righ'. Just keep tha' hand of yer's framed close to yer' face. I promise I'm almost done, just a few more touches, is all." Oh, how Vic was born to be an artist's muse (not that Richard counted himself as much of the former). The auric bends of his muscles, tied together with his princely crown of tawny curls that Richard had raked with wandering fingers a hundred times over; and not to mention the captivating splash of teal concealed in such a handsome gaze. The sort of gaze that Richard would recognize out of a crowd of thousands. The sort of gaze he would recognize in the depths of darkness. Such godly traits would be enough to make Apollo blush. "Have I e'er told ye' tha' I always wanted to go to art school. Ended up becomin' a fanciful dream, I suppose," he tut, as poised fingers weaved the sketcher's charcoal upon the final flourishes.

He could feel the round of his heart cuff against the walls of his chest. A misplaced pulse trapped against his throat now, which he silently tried to swallow back. "Y'know, I realized I've collected way too many fanciful dreams, and endorsed certain realities mainly 'cause I was expected to do so or... maybe even 'cause I was too much of a coward to figh' for wha' migh' actually make me happy." He paused. ".... It's time to put an end to tha'...." Since the weeks leading up to their seaside holiday, Richard had been wrestling with this notion, which eventually bloomed into something of a confession in his busied mind. One ripe enough that the plump of its cheek would break off from its stem on its own accord and tumble against entwined roots. Richard lowered the barrier of his sketching pad, his blue eyes-- now brimming with the excitement of hope, the fear of refusal, and, mostly, the amount of overpowering love and affection he held for this man before him. His love. His future. His everything. Placing his materials down, he drew forward before taking a seat beside his beloved; his warm hand, now lightly freckled with echoes of their previous, sunsoaked days, clasping Vic's. "Before I say wha' I've been wantin' to ask ye', I need to tell ye' tha' I got a job in London... Or, at least I applied for one, but rumour is tha' the position's as good as mine. Aye, it's not anythin' fancy like bein' a lawyer or bein' a gen'leman but it's a start; and, more importantly, it's certainly enough to buy a wee flat, and food, and clothes, and a new life. Our new life!" Our new life. Ours. Oh, how that word tasted all the more sweet now that he was saying it aloud.

His eyes crinkled into a fervid smile, as his adoring gaze remained transfixed in earnest upon Vic, as if he were the North Star amidst a night as black as tar. "Come away with me, Vic. Aye, I know, it's sudden and I don't have a ring I can offer ye' righ' now, but I'll work hard. Hell, I'll even put in two shifts. Three, if it means makin' sure ye' ne'er want for more." Fingers folded a little tighter round Vic's hand now. Youthful optimism radiated with every word the Scotsman spoke, placing what sliver of doubt he once held upon the backcloth of his mind's eye. "Just imagine, a new life away from Sco'land. A life in London! Ye' can be whoever ye' want to be and work in wha'ever job makes ye' happy, and, in time, we may just have enough to purchase Our own plot of wood. For our cottage," he cooed, Their evergreen dream never having strayed away from such ingenue beliefs. "Look, ye' don't have to answer me righ' away if ye' donnae' want to. I know wha' I'm askin' is no small feat. I just-... No ma'er how many times I played it out in my mind my life in London, my happiness, wouldn't be complete without ye'.-- To put it bluntly, I'm ready to finally be brave if ye' are too." Gentle lips kissed the gilded hills of the gentleman's knuckles. "Come with me..." Richard whispered against the other's skin, the taste of sun and brine still stained upon His skin. ".... Come with me...."

[fungi-maestro]

Okay my very much in progress Vic Sage playlist is at an hour now, which is usually when I share these things. I might move stuff around or replace songs, and would be super stoked to hear any songs you guys suggest for this. 👍

[headaching]

hi beck!!<3 who in the world is itscourtneyluna??

vic hi for the love of god hello! thank you (or sorry) for asking…

she’s a tiktoker who partakes in the “carnivore diet” wherein she only eats animal products and byproducts, so just meat and dairy. it’s like extreme keto in that she eats zero fruits or vegetables, but fat content seems to be valued over protein because she rarely eats poultry and generally sticks to red meat. it can cause weight loss due to the complete lack of carbs, but this is obviously not a healthy way to lose weight.

in courtney’s case, i believe she used to post regular baking content on tiktok, then she shifted at some point to what she called “carnivore-ish” where she ate some fruits and vegetables but tried to eat mostly meat/dairy (probably to lose weight). but now she maintains that she’s fully carnivore, to the point where she doesn’t even season her food (besides salt) because seasonings come from plants 😟

itscourtneyluna is an enigma to me. she seems like a troll at first glance because she’s clearly using people’s interest in bizarre food content on tiktok in her favor for rage clicks, but at the same time, she wholeheartedly endorses the alleged “health benefits” of eating a high saturated fat zero carb diet. she will respond to criticism saying everyone is sheeple for eating balanced diets, and that even doctors and nutritionists are unreliable because they were taught the wrong information.

she drinks coffee even though it comes from a plant, and gets upset when people point that out because she “should be allowed to enjoy things even if they’re not 100% carnivore” which like yes queen. absolutely. but you’re the one who led us to believe that a single pepper flake would kill you, so we’re just a little confused.

here are some of the recipes she posts (the ingredients listed are the only ones involved. no seasonings ever.) that tend to go viral because they’re so rage-inducing:

“chaffles” - eggs and shredded cheese melted in a waffle maker, typically used in place of a bun

“beef and butter bites” - ground beef and butter frozen into christmas themed molds

“pre workout” - a bite of kerrygold butter washed down with heavy cream (a direct quote)

“carnivore soup” - ground pork, beef broth, cream cheese, and salt

“carnivore cracker” - a slice of cheese melted in a mini waffle maker until it’s crunchy

“carnivore ice cream” - cream, egg, and salt poured into an ice cream maker

“carnivore pasta” - ground chicken mixed with eggs cut into small pieces, boiled in water, and fried to (allegedly) resemble gnocchi (her words) with a sauce made of butter, cream, and parmesan

“carnivore crispies cereal” - pork rinds with half and half poured over them and eaten in a bowl with a spoon

“carnivore candy” - melted brown butter frozen in candy molds

“carnivore crack” - melted brown butter with “bacon sprinkles” frozen on a sheet pan and broken into chunks as one would with candy bark

and listen. im autistic. i eat weird stuff sometimes. i think people should be able to eat whatever they want without having to answer to anyone. however.

it becomes an issue when you claim everyone should be eating that way, and spread misinformation that was just created to sell shit. this is part of the fascination for me; how can she participate and perpetuate something so blatantly incorrect?

she also likes joe rogan. this woman is not real.

[chaos-footy]

okay but the lions having only two matches at the mcg in 2024 (round 5 against melbourne and round 23 against collingwood) is super cooked actually.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

"A-Ah, hello sir.. I-I brought some replacement cookies since the ones from earlier became err... Spicy..."

(@ask-idv-baker

It wasn't your fault that the cookies were... sabotaged, please don't take that to heart.

Thank you again for these... it's a bit much, would you like to share them with me?

[thebestestbat]

i completely forgot joey in my pre-ToT fic

[isatoru]

and he knows it too. he’s unbearable about it with you esp if you can’t stand him

oliver when you wake up and he’s smirking at you rubbing his scruff reminiscing about your taste right in front of you and you are so pissy about it and avoid eye contact and he thinks it’s sooo cute compared to your previous night’s facial expressions when he was making you cum so much…….

[prettyboykatsuki]

Im sorry but your ayato kamisato fic was DEPRAVED. Like i knew you said it was bad but GOTAMN!!! Are you okay my g? /j

i am not okay ever. ive been so haunted with the concept all day i cant get any rest !!!!!!!!!!! i want him so bad!!! i want his weird tendencies!!!!!!

truthfully i have been plagued with mother/son inc*st dynamics since i thought about it with scaramouche plus my beloved vics influence. but there are better subjects for it and ayato is one