#‘well ive lost it all im just a silhouette’

[s0fter-sin]

youth by daughter is 09 soap in mw3, bitter and defeated after losing ghost, talking to 22 soap who’s so hopeful and secretly in love with his lieutenant

[212-apricity]

siren songs and stolen kisses, the bell tower

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author's note: guys im so sorry i havent updated since literally BEFORE CHRISTMAS but ive been locking in for school rn (sixth form is NOT for the weak) and the other day when i was gonna post my friends invited me to a party and i got super drunk and completely forgot🙂...BUT we're back now🥳💖🙏🗣️‼️

OH and i havent proofread this so im sorry for any mistakes or anything and also:

Y/I = your initials

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The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the cluttered salvage yard, highlighting the rusted car parts and scattered tools that formed a chaotic maze. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a temporary refuge for the Pogues—a brief sanctuary in a world that seemed hell-bent on breaking us. I leaned against an old pickup truck, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, the cool metal grounding me. My eyes darted nervously between Pope, Kiara, and JJ. JJ’s blue eyes burned with a fire I knew all too well: a volatile mix of anger, frustration, and helplessness.

Above us, the faint drone of Ward’s plane sliced through the tense silence like a taunt, a constant reminder of everything slipping out of our grasp. Pope’s voice broke the heavy quiet first, tight and bitter. “There goes the gold,” he muttered, his gaze locked on the plane’s retreating silhouette.

JJ exploded instantly, his emotions boiling over. “Goddammit!” he roared, kicking a plastic chair with enough force to send it flying in pieces. It splintered against the gravel, the shards scattering like his temper. Pope wasn’t far behind, grabbing a crowbar from a nearby pile of tools. With a furious yell, he swung it into a stack of metal drums. The clang reverberated through the yard, each echo sharpening the tension around us. “Fuck!”

“Pope, stop!” Kiara shouted, her voice rising in alarm as she took a cautious step toward him. But he didn’t hear—or maybe he didn’t care. The crowbar came down again and again, each strike more furious than the last. JJ, Kiara, and I exchanged a worried glance. This wasn’t Pope—not the level-headed, focused friend we relied on. It was as if the pressure and frustration of everything had finally cracked something deep inside him.

Finally, Pope’s swings slowed, his energy drained. With a final clatter, the crowbar slipped from his hands, and he sank into a nearby chair, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. JJ let out a low whistle, his eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and concern. “Yeah, dude,” he said, his tone lighter than the moment warranted. “That was… intense.”

Still breathing heavily, Pope stared down at his hands as if searching for answers in his palms. JJ reached into his pocket and pulled out his vape, holding it out casually. “Here you go, chief,” he offered, his smirk barely concealing the weight of the situation.

Pope hesitated, his hand hovering over the vape. “A little weed never hurt no one,” JJ added with a shrug, his tone dripping with nonchalance.

“JJ,” Kiara snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the moment.

“Relax, Kie,” JJ shot back, his irritation flaring.

She crossed her arms, her disapproval radiating. “You know he doesn’t smoke.”

To my surprise—and evidently Kiara’s as well—Pope took the vape. It wasn’t just an acceptance; it felt like a challenge, a way to push back against her judgment. JJ grinned, leaning back on the wreck of an old car, his expression triumphant. “Well, maybe not until today,” he quipped.

I moved closer, sitting beside Pope and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Kiara’s frown deepened, her concern clear as she tried to reason with him. “Pope,” she said judgementally, “Yeah, what’s that gonna help?”

Pope exhaled a shaky breath, the weight of everything pressing down on him. “I lost my scholarship Kiara,” he admitted, his voice breaking with defeat. “Walked out in the middle of the interview. Everything… it’s not gonna happen. It’s gone.”

My chest tightened at his words. I squeezed his shoulder gently, wishing I could somehow lift even a fraction of the burden he carried. Kiara’s face twisted in shock and disbelief. “You did that for us?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” Pope replied, his tone resolute as he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the gravel. His frustration bubbled over again, spilling into his next words. “Not for us. For nothing.”

JJ stepped up beside him, his expression calmer now, almost uncharacteristically so. “I’m here for you, Pope,” he said quietly, pressing the vape back into his friend’s hand. “Welcome to my world.”

“JJ—” Kiara started, her voice rising with protest, but I cut her off, unable to hold back my own frustration. “What, Kie? He’s right. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

A heavy silence fell over us, broken only by the distant cawing of seagulls. Pope raised the vape to his lips, inhaling lightly before exhaling a thin plume of smoke. Kiara shook her head, her eyes filled with quiet desperation. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.

Pope turned to her, his patience fraying. “Why do you care?” he snapped, his voice sharper than intended.

Before Kiara could respond, movement behind us caught my eye. “John B,” I said, my voice a mix of relief and alarm.

We all spun around to see him approach, his figure disheveled and unsteady. Blood streaked up his arms, smeared all the way to his wrists. My stomach dropped, dread washing over me like a tidal wave. We rushed toward him, our questions spilling out in a panicked tumble.

“Dude! Dude, you good?” JJ asked, concern softening his usual bravado.

“Oh my God, John B!” Kiara exclaimed, her hands hovering near him as if unsure whether to touch him.

“John B, are you okay? Where’s Sarah?” I asked, my voice rising with panic.

John B didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed on the ground, his expression distant and haunted. The sight of him like this sent my mind racing, each horrific possibility more unbearable than the last. Whose blood was it? Sarah’s? Rafe’s? Ward’s?

The sound of approaching sirens snapped us out of our collective worry. “Cops!” JJ hissed, his voice low but urgent. Without hesitation, he grabbed my waist and pulled me behind a stack of rusted metal, his grip firm and protective.

We crouched together, my back pressed against his chest as we waited for the sirens to pass. His breath was warm against my ear, steady despite the chaos around us. In that moment, amidst the tension and fear, I felt an unexpected sense of safety in his arms. When the sirens finally faded into the distance, JJ loosened his hold, though his hand lingered on my hip—a silent reassurance that he had me.

“We need a plan,” Kiara said, her voice shaky as she peeked out from our hiding spot. “This isn’t over.”

JJ glanced down at me, his usual smirk returning for a fleeting moment. “You okay, princess?” he asked softly, his tone carrying an unexpected gentleness.

I nodded, my cheeks flushing at the nickname. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low and steady.

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As John B’s voice echoed through the Twinkie, the tension in the air was palpable. The urgency in his tone cut through everything, even the thick fog of confusion that still clouded my thoughts. Rafe had killed Peterkin. My brother. The same brother I used to confide in. I’d never been more shaken in my life, and as much as I wanted to confront him, to get answers, I knew I couldn’t right now. The truth needed to come out, but I was still struggling to process what that meant.

I sat next to JJ, trying to hold it together. He could sense I was barely keeping it together, though, and before long, he shifted closer to me. He didn’t say anything at first, just placed a hand on my knee, the warmth of his touch grounding me. His eyes, usually so full of mischievous energy, were soft now, full of something deeper, something tender.

“Hey, you good?” he asked quietly, his voice low, only for me to hear. The way he spoke my name made it feel like we were the only two people in the world right now, and for a brief moment, I wanted to believe it.

I managed a shaky nod, though the lump in my throat made it hard to speak. “Just… a lot to take in.”

JJ squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my skin, the comfort of his touch pulling me back from the edge of my panic. “I’m here, baby. I got you.”

His words, simple but powerful, gave me something to cling to. I leaned into him slightly, resting my head against his shoulder. He didn’t pull away; instead, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. His body was warm, a steady presence that seemed to push back the cold, chaotic storm swirling in my chest. The soft hum of the Twinkie’s engine and the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road were the only things that filled the silence now, but for some reason, with JJ beside me, it didn’t feel quite as suffocating.

“John B,” JJ called out suddenly, breaking the tension. “What are we doing at the police station?”

I glanced over at John B, watching as he hesitated, gripping the steering wheel with a tightness that made his knuckles white. I could tell he was wrestling with the decision, the weight of what they were about to do.

“Somebody’s gotta tell them what happened,” John B finally spoke, his voice rough, but determined.

Before anyone could respond, Pope let out a dramatic cough from the back seat, still trying to get the hang of JJ’s vape, the noise cutting through the otherwise quiet tension.

“Easy there, Chief,” JJ teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. It was clear he was trying to lighten the mood, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, the sound escaping me despite my best efforts to keep it together.

John B’s hand clenched harder on the wheel as we pulled up closer to the police station. I could tell he was hesitating, the reality of what he was about to do weighing heavily on him. JJ leaned forward, his hand resting on John B’s shoulder, his voice steady.

“I’m gonna be real with you, man,” JJ started, his tone serious now. “You might end up in the lion’s den, but you do not go there on purpose. It’s fundamental. Just like my old man taught me…”

At the mention of his father, I rolled my eyes. JJ’s father was a man I had little respect for—abusive, manipulative, and dangerous. JJ had grown up in that environment, a fact that always seemed to haunt him.

“JJ,” I interrupted, my voice carrying the weight of my frustration, “your old man’s an abusive liar.”

Before JJ could respond, Pope cut in, his voice uncharacteristically firm. “I agree with JJ,” he said, surprising everyone in the car, myself included. “Screw the police.”

Kiara whipped around in her seat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You goin’ to the dark side now?” she asked, clearly judgmental.

Pope didn’t flinch. “When’s the last time the police helped us?”

John B spoke next, his voice quiet, almost as if he were talking to himself. “Peterkin looked out for me, all right? Tried to, at least.”

There was a moment of silence as we all processed his words. Despite everything, there was a part of me that didn’t want to believe Rafe was capable of murder. I couldn’t fathom it. The brother I once knew couldn’t have done something so terrible. But the evidence was right there, and it had to be acknowledged.

I closed my eyes for a moment, a wave of dread washing over me, but JJ’s arm around my shoulders gave me something to focus on. He kissed the side of my head, a gentle gesture that somehow made everything feel a little more bearable, even if just for a moment.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.

As we approached the police station, Kiara’s voice cracked the silence again, this time filled with concern. “I have a bad feeling about this, guys,” she said, her eyes darting nervously around the car.

Pope, still working through the effects of the vape, muttered, “What don’t you have bad feelings about, Kiara?”

She gave him a pointed look, but before she could respond, my phone buzzed again. Rafe or Sarah—neither had responded to any of my texts. I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of anxiety build up again as I checked my phone, hoping for some kind of message. Anything to give me clarity. Anything to give me peace of mind.

JJ, noticing my growing frustration, gently took the phone from my hands, stopping me before I could spiral further.

“It’ll work out, sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice reassuring.

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time in what felt like hours. His eyes were full of a tenderness I rarely saw. I was grateful for it, grateful for him. It didn’t fix everything, but in that moment, it was enough.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes as the car bounced along the uneven road. The steady rise and fall of his chest under my cheek was a comfort, grounding me in a way nothing else could. Pope started coughing again, and I couldn’t help but chuckle despite everything.

“Here, let me show you how to do it,” I said, reaching over to take the vape from his hands. “You’re gonna choke yourself out at this rate.”

Pope, looking embarrassed, nodded gratefully as I demonstrated how to inhale properly.

“Inhale from the pen, hold it while you inhale the air, then hold that, bring it down to your lungs and then exhale slowly. You’vve got to do it slowly or you’ll choke.”

JJ laughed lightly behind me, as I repeated the words he’d said to me years ago when I asked for him to teach me, his low chuckle sending a shiver down my spine.

“Maybe you should teach him how to roll a blunt next,” he teased, his voice warm with affection.

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Shut up, J.”

Before we could say anything else, we were jolted out of our conversation by John B’s frantic shouting.

“Start the car, Kiara!” he yelled, rushing up to the Twinkie.

Kiara’s eyes widened in alarm as she scrambled to the driver’s seat, shifting gears and starting the car without hesitation. The chaos that followed was instant. We all screamed at John B, asking him what he’d done. “Just drive, Kiara, drive!” John B shouted as the deputy sheriff, Officer Plumb, came running toward us, trying to catch up.

The Twinkie lurched forward, tires screeching, and as the deputy caught up to the door, Pope screamed, “Open the door, John B!”

John B quickly obeyed, the door swinging open and knocking Plumb off her feet as we sped away. The moment was chaotic, but the adrenaline of escaping gave us all a brief moment to breathe, albeit raggedly.

We sat there in stunned silence, catching our breath, the world outside feeling more dangerous by the second.

“Everybody okay?” Kiara asked, looking around at each of us.

I nodded slowly, my heart still racing. JJ was quiet next to me, his hand finding mine once more, grounding me in a way no words ever could. He didn’t say anything, but the gentle squeeze of his hand spoke volumes.

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The sun beat down on the dusty road, casting a heat haze over the Twinkie as it idled at the side of the road, parked in a secluded spot. The air felt sticky, thick with tension, as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Inside, the Pogues were sprawled in every corner, trying to stay out of sight. Y/n, lying in the backseat, could hear the occasional rustle of the others shifting, but it was quiet, almost too quiet.

She fiddled absentmindedly with JJ's lighter, flipping it open and closed in her hand. The soft click of the lighter’s lid echoed in the otherwise silent car, and she kept her eyes on the motion, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t the mess they were in. JJ’s head was resting on her chest, his hat pulled low to shield her eyes from the harsh midday sun. She could feel his breath against her, a steady rhythm that calmed her more than she wanted to admit.

Y/n glanced down at him, her fingers trailing over the brim of his hat, moving to his neck. The lightest of smiles tugged at the corners of her lips as JJ shifted, his tousled blonde hair falling over his forehead, still messy even under the hat. He stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, but his position didn’t change.

“You good?” she whispered, nudging him gently.

He let out a soft, almost inaudible grunt in response, but the smile he gave her was enough to tell her he wasn’t asleep—just content. “Mmhmm... just trying to avoid the sun. Can’t let it mess up my look, y’know?” he said with a lazy smirk, his eyes still closed.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t protest. The simple, playful teasing was one of the things she loved most about him.

The soft voice of the radio broke the stillness. “Good news for residents of the Outer Banks. Dominion Power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to 90% of the area, should be functional within 24 hours.”

JJ’s head shot up suddenly as the sound of sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as they approached. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, then to the side of the road. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, eyes widening as the sirens got closer. He didn’t move to sit up, but the tension in his body was palpable, and Y/n felt it before he spoke again.

He remained on her chest, but his hand gripped her hip with a tightness that made her stomach flip. The sirens passed by, the sound growing fainter until it was nothing more than a distant hum. He exhaled in relief and flopped back down with a groan, resting his head on her chest again.

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, her fingers threading through his hair absentmindedly. She focused on the radio again, trying to push the paranoia out of her head, as did everyone else.

“And still no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from—”

The radio cut off abruptly, and Kiara’s voice sliced through the silence. She was sitting in the passenger seat, her hand stretched out to flick the radio dial off with a sharp motion.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Kiara muttered, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror nervously. She rubbed at her temples as if the weight of everything was starting to settle on her shoulders, too.

JJ sat up, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Alright. Let’s game this out. Maybe you guys can help, you know, being the smart ones and all…” He gestured lazily toward Pope and Kiara in the front seats, but his gaze flicked back to them. “But who are the cops gonna believe? Ward Cameron, or us?”

Y/n felt the weight of his words settle in as she kept fiddling with his lighter, trying to avoid looking at him too closely. She already knew the answer.

“The accuser’s a big shot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial. Isn’t that right, Y/n? Kind of person?” JJ continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He gave her a sly look as he leaned over her slightly, nudging her shoulder with his.

Y/n rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, the teasing in his voice making her stomach do that familiar flutter. “Probably,” she said with a grin, but JJ’s expression didn’t change. She tried to ignore the way his words made her heart skip a beat, instead focusing on the lighter again.

JJ raised an eyebrow and pressed on. “And the accused is John B. Who is… pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment.”

John B made a sound of protest. “Thanks,” he muttered dryly, not missing a beat.

Pope let out a frustrated groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit,” he muttered, clearly weighing the reality of the situation.

JJ continued, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “Okay, man. Yucatán. Alright? I’m saying that’s the only option.”

Kiara glanced back at him, her brow furrowed. “What other option do you have?”

John B’s eyes flickered with something—resentment, maybe—before he sighed. “JJ, enough with the Mexican bullshit. Sarah will bail me out.”

“She did witness the whole thing,” Kiara chimed in, turning to glance at John B, her eyes softening just slightly.

John B nodded at her, a brief moment of gratitude crossing his face. “Thanks.”

Pope raised an eyebrow, his voice skeptical. “And she’s gonna snitch on her brother? No offense, Y/n.”

Y/n shifted uncomfortably, her gut twisting. She hadn’t thought much about Sarah’s involvement, but Pope had a point. There was no way Rafe would let Sarah testify against him.

JJ snorted, then took a puff from a blunt he’d suddenly lit up. He leaned back, eyes half-lidded as he exhaled the smoke slowly. “Not happening, bro. Okay? We’ve gotta get you off the island.”

Pope turned to glance out the window, chewing on his lip as if the gears were turning in his head. “The ferry. It’s the only way.”

As if on cue, sirens blared again, and JJ’s eyes widened. “Exit stage left while you still can. Before the entire island’s on lockdown.”

“Guys, get down,” Y/n whispered, her voice tight with nerves as the sound of sirens grew closer, this time much louder.

Pope cursed under his breath as the police cars sped by, their flashing lights cutting through the silence.

“Sarah’s not a Pogue, John B,” Pope said, clearly frustrated.

Y/n felt a pang in her chest, but she couldn’t tell if it was guilt, dread, or something else entirely. She hadn’t thought about Sarah and John B’s connection for a while, but the words felt like a cold reminder of the danger they were in.

JJ leaned closer to her, pressing his shoulder into hers. “Yeah, you can’t stay here, man.”

Y/n gave John B a soft look, knowing JJ was right. They had to move. Fast.

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The atmosphere in the car was tight with nerves, the faint hum of Kiara’s parents’ car the only sound as they drove in silence, the occasional creak of the suspension filling the gaps. The tension among the Pogues was thick—each of them trying to wrap their heads around what came next. JJ’s hand rested on the back of Y/n’s seat, his fingers idly tapping on the fabric as his mind raced, likely thinking about the implications of their next move.

They pulled up to the ferry terminal, the familiar sight of the metal gates and wooden booths looming in front of them. Kiara hit the brakes, coming to a halt as Pope unbuckled his seatbelt, already opening the door. Y/n glanced at JJ, who was still absentmindedly twirling his lighter between his fingers, his eyes focused on the terminal.

“You sure this is the best idea?” Y/n asked, her voice tinged with doubt. “I mean, what’s the plan if the ferry’s not running?”

JJ didn’t respond immediately, just gave her that crooked, half-smiling look, like he always did when he didn’t have an answer but knew he’d figure it out. He squeezed her shoulder, a silent reassurance. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, babe. Stay cool.”

As Pope headed off toward the ticket booth, Kiara rolled her eyes. “Why is it always Pope doing the talking?” she muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair.

JJ grinned, leaning back in his seat and locking eyes with Y/n. “He’s got the whole ‘nerdy, intelligent’ thing going for him. They’ll believe him.”

Y/n smiled softly at that, reaching over to squeeze JJ’s hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers.

John B, sitting beside her in the backseat, watched Pope’s retreating figure with a furrowed brow. “You think the ferry’s even gonna be running?” he asked quietly, his voice strained.

Before anyone could respond, Pope came back to the car, looking less than thrilled. His face was grim as he walked up to the window, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

“Okay, alright, no,” Pope muttered, shaking his head as he leaned in the window. He handed Kiara the paper, the frustration clear in his voice, “Bad news,” he announced, holding up a crumpled paper. “The ferry’s not running. And there’s this.”

He handed the paper to Kiara, who opened it with a frown, her face falling as she processed the information. She handed it to Y/n, who read the poster in stunned silence.

John B’s face was plastered on the wanted poster. WANTED: John B Routledge. Reward: $500,000.

“Oh, John B. This is not a good look for you,” Y/n muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening around the paper. She handed it to JJ, her stomach twisting.

JJ didn’t even hesitate before speaking up. “Congratulations, John B. You’re famous.” He smirked, but it was clear he was more worried than he let on.

Kiara groaned, looking between the group. “So, now what?”

Pope, clearly uneasy, turned to face them. “We need to get him out of here. They’re looking for him everywhere. We can’t stay here.”

Kiara was already thinking ahead. “We need to go to the HMS. No running lights. No attention.”

John B shook his head. “It’s at the Chateau Kie.”

JJ leaned back, sarcastic as ever, “I wonder if the cops got that place staked out. Oh wait… they definitely have that place locked down.”

Kiara shot him a glare. “Yeah, thanks, JJ.”

Pope, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, went quiet for a moment before an idea popped into his head, "JJ," he said, his voice breaking the stillness of the car.

JJ snapped his head around, startled, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. His face twisted in confusion. "What?" he asked, his tone defensive.

Pope didn’t seem to notice JJ’s agitation. His excitement was palpable as he turned to look at him. "Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom? The one he used to race?"

JJ clenched his jaw at the mention of his father. His heart skipped, and he immediately wished Pope had kept quiet. "Maybe," he said curtly, his voice low. He didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to think about it. But Pope’s words had unlocked something in his mind, something he couldn’t ignore.

Pope turned back toward the front of the car, clearly excited at the idea of what this could mean. "John B, you could get right up the coast, no problem. It's fast as hell. You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone catching you."

JJ felt a knot twist in his stomach at the suggestion. The last thing he wanted was to take something from his father, especially not something that felt so personal. The boat was more than just a piece of equipment—it was a symbol of everything he hated about his father. "Okay, Pope, look," JJ said slowly, his voice becoming more cautious. "It's not gonna be that easy."

Y/n, who had been watching the interaction, turned around from the backseat. "Okay, well, the surf’s running from, like, three to four," she said, trying to inject some logic into the situation.

JJ shook his head. "I don’t even know where the keys are," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.

Pope wasn’t deterred. "Well, find them," he said, his words almost like a command. "Just get us the boat. We’ll figure out the rest."

JJ’s nerves were starting to show now. He was trying to keep it together, but he was definitely starting to feel the pressure. "I’m thinking," he said, his words coming out a little more forcefully than he intended. "Just—just give me a second."

But Pope wasn’t having it. He was way too excited. "Why is nobody moving forward?" he asked, practically bouncing in his seat.

Kiara, who had been silent up until this point, sighed and turned around from the front seat. "Pope, can you relax?" she asked, exasperated. "JJ, how much weed did you give him?"

Before anyone could respond, John B, who had been lying down in the back seat, suddenly sat up and looked out the window. "Guys, your car’s on the poster," he said, his voice tense.

Everyone froze. Pope's hand instinctively reached for the horn, and suddenly the car was making noise, attracting even more attention from the people around them. A kid on the sidewalk pointed at the car excitedly, shouting, "Mom! Look, it’s that guy from the poster! Right there!"

"Asshole," Y/n muttered under her breath, her eyes wide as the situation escalated further.

JJ’s head snapped back around to Pope. "Pope! Turn the car on," he snapped, trying to get their attention before it was too late.

"Drive!" John B and Kiara shouted almost simultaneously, and the chaos continued.

But as if things weren’t bad enough, a guy walked up to the car, looked inside, and started banging on the window. "Hey, he’s right there!" the man shouted. He pointed directly at John B, making the situation even worse.

Kiara, Y/n, and JJ were all screaming at Pope to drive, their voices filled with panic as the guy outside the car continued to shout. John B was trying to cover his face, but it was clear that they were about to get caught.

Just as the tension hit its peak, Officer Plumb, the deputy sheriff, appeared. He was walking toward the group, clearly alerted by the commotion.

"POPE!" Y/n screamed, desperate. "Just drive away!"

Pope, however, seemed to be on a different wavelength entirely. He slammed his foot on the gas, but he hit the pedal too hard and too quickly. The car shot forward and collided with the one in front of them. The sudden impact sent Kiara and Pope lurching forward, the seatbelts keeping them somewhat in place, while John B nearly toppled over his lying position.

JJ, who had been leaning toward Y/n, smashed into her side as the car jerked. He quickly sat up, his hands grabbing her as he tried to regain his balance. "Sorry, baby," he murmured, brushing a kiss against the side of her head. His heart was still racing, and the adrenaline from the chaos was making it hard to focus.

"Pope what the hell are you all doing?" Y/n shouted, clearly panicking as the car remained stuck.

"Back up, Pope!" Kiara shouted, her voice a mix of anger and panic.

Pope, realizing his mistake, slammed the car in reverse and backed up, the car jerking backward. JJ leaned out the window, shouting at the car behind them, "That’ll bump out!"

Kiara was still screaming from her seat next to Pope. "Pope, what the hell? You’re gonna get us killed!"

"Pope!" JJ yelled, looking over at him. "I should be the last one to tell you this, but you are not okay to drive, dude. Stop!"

Pope, apparently unfazed, slammed the brakes hard. "JB, get out," he ordered, a sudden sense of urgency taking over him.

Y/n leaned in, her voice low but filled with determination. "He’s right. We’ll draw the cops. You run."

"I’ll get the rig," JJ added quickly. "Meet me at the dump tomorrow, three o’clock. Okay?"

"Yeah," John B said, nodding as he opened the door and ran out of the car.

JJ shouted behind him, "Three! Tomorrow at the dump!"

As soon as John B was clear, the Pogues erupted into shouts, telling Pope to drive. Pope revved the engine and tore off into the night, the chaos of the situation slowly settling in the rearview mirror.

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JJ, Y/n, Kiara, and Pope had pulled up outside Tannyhill, standing in the cool evening air. The plan had been hastily thrown together, but they were all committed to whatever it took to clear John B’s name.

Y/n was the first to get out of the car, her movements slow and deliberate. As she closed the door, JJ immediately turned to her, his eyes filled with concern.

"Babe, you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, his voice low, almost protective. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation.

Y/n turned to look at him, her gaze soft but resolute. "She’s the only one who can clear John B," she said firmly. "Plus, I need to see if she’s okay."

JJ didn’t look convinced, but he knew she was right. "Last place they’ll look because of how stupid it is," he said, trying to ease the tension.

Kiara got out the drivers seat, "Okay, I’ve got a plan," she said, with determination.

Pope, way too high, shot her a look. "A plan?" he asked, a small laugh escaping him. "Yeah, okay. Let’s do a plan." his enthusiasm grew more than apparent, "Yeah! Let’s plan. Let’s plan it out!" His voice was a little too excited, clearly amped up by something else.

Kiara raised an eyebrow and turned toward him. "Can you handle a plan right now?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Pope scoffed in reply, his face growing more animated. "Course I can handle a plan right now! I’m plan guy! I’m Mister Plan-o-matic!" He stood up in his seat, gesturing wildly, then started singing, "Thinkin' of a master plan, aye! Cause there ain't nothin-"

Kiara immediately shoved her hand over his mouth. "Shh!" she hissed, trying to get him to stop.

Meanwhile, JJ pulled Y/n to the side. He looked at her seriously, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Hey, are you sure you’re okay with being here? I mean, we can leave, right now, if you want. Just say the word, baby."

Y/n gave him a small smile, her eyes warm. "No, thanks, J. I’ll be fine. I mean, since I’m basically disowned and have never been acknowledged as one of his children, Ward would 100% kidnap me or whatever if he sees me just march up to the front door." She looked at him with a small laugh, but the seriousness in her voice was unmistakable. "He knows I’m on your guys’ side, and he knows I’d rat Rafe out if given the chance."

JJ pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against his chest. "I just don’t want you getting hurt."

Before Y/n could respond, they heard Pope’s voice calling from the front. "Kiara, I love you," he said in a loud, sudden declaration.

JJ and Y/n froze, pulling away from each other as they realized what had just happened. The awkward silence that followed was almost unbearable. Kiara immediately denied Pope’s confession, but it was clear to everyone that the situation was more complicated than they wanted to admit.

JJ looked at Y/n, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Should we…?"

Y/n nodded quickly, her eyes wide. "Yes. Please."

The two of them hurried away from the awkward scene, walking toward a nearby tree to escape the tension.

As they reached the tree, Y/n smiled and pointed at the trunk. "This was my favorite tree as a kid," she said, her voice soft and nostalgic. "I used to come here to think when things got too much at home."

JJ nodded, looking up at the tree. He could see how much it meant to her, as she told him stories of her and her siblings making up games and treehouses up it.

As they stood there talking, Kiara and Pope continued their own conversation. But their voices seemed distant to Y/n and JJ. The moment felt calm and almost normal. So calm that Y/n didn’t notice JJ’s pocket knife in his hand against the tree as his gaze shifted between the tree and her.

The moment was interrupted when Kiara called out to them. "Come on, guys. We’ve got to go."

As they were walking towards an awkward Pope and Kiara, Y/n’s attention was drawn to a small carving on the tree. She smiled as she recognized the familiar letters. "J.M + Y/I" carved into the bark inside a heart.

She skipped up behind JJ, giving him a quick kiss on the back of his neck as she teased, "Aw, Maybank, you sweet on someone?"

JJ laughed, looking down at her. "Shut up."

Y/n smiled at the carving one last time before following Kiara.

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After the awkward moment with Pope and Kiara, they finally made their way over to Tannyhill, where Sarah’s window awaited. JJ and Y/n approached the side of the house carefully, making sure to stay out of sight.

Y/n climbed the tree to get to Sarah’s window, knocking lightly. Sarah, who had been lying in bed, jumped at the sight of her sister, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Y/n!" Sarah gasped, rushing to open the window.

They both tried to slide the window open, but it was stuck. After a few moments of effort, Y/n finally gave up. Instead, she held up John B’s wanted poster for Sarah to see.

Sarah looked at it, her mascara smudged from earlier, but she didn’t seem surprised. Y/n asked, her voice quieter now, "Are you in on it?"

Sarah shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Did you think I was?"

Y/n smiled back. "No."

The two of them shared a moment of silent understanding, and Sarah finally said, "Okay, what’s the plan?"

Y/n took a deep breath, her thoughts racing, but she knew exactly what needed to be done next.

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part nine done!!

i love bucky barnes

ALSO OMG IF ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT COOL GRADIENT THING ON TEXT PLEASE TELL ME IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT IDK HOW TO

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[shugar0cone]

Shooting for the stars

Pt 1

“All the people knew the story of the ancient evil of Zhan Tiri and the inventions of demanitus but lost in tracks of time there was a 3rd, she was known as the goddess of the stars, she helped travelers cross the seas, made constellations into stories, and most importantly made the sun drop and the moon opel. She lived with humanity and thrived with them, she helped all for she was the gift. She loved humanity and believed in their wellness, so she gave us the sun and moon to share her power, but in typical human fashion they were greedy for the power wars broke out and this angered the goddess. When she asked for her gifts back they refused and turned on her, she had not choice but to fight. her battle armor was made of the stardust her weapon only she could hold. she fought the humans until she got the sun in moon back. She realized the power and dangers of having them together so she entrusted two of her most loyal followers, deminucus and Zhan Tiri. And you know how the story goes.”

I say to my sister as she brushed my hair. It was nice to have repunzel back even though we are only adopted sister it sure felt like we where blood. I can tell she was lost in thought i knew alot has came up, heck she got back and now she was pretty much thrown into royal duties.

“You ok raps?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at me. Her sunshine mood was darkened maybe it was stress or maybe sshe was processing things.

“Peachy, just ya know feeling pressure, but it aint nothing i can handle.”

I got up from my spot to hug her.

“I’ll be here for you.”

I gave her a warm smile then an idea popped in my head.

“If max is free wanna race to the wall?”

I asked giving a playfull grin.

“Sure if nebs is up to it.”

Nebula or nebs is my horse smaller then both max and casses horse but definitely smother and alot more agile then them. He was a gypsy and apalosian cross, he was alot to take care of grooming wise, But he was my partner in crime.

“How old are you again?”

Repunzel asked me this, maybe she just forgets or that we have a 3 year age different.

“Im 15 rember.”

She laughed.

“Yeah im only playing i know. Your 15.”

She bear hugged me and squashed me half to death, this woman beats corsets when takeing breath out of your lungs.

We walked out to the stables to see nebula trying to reach one of maxes candy apples he got from montys. While repunzel wasnt looking i got up on nebs and crewled onto his neck to grab it.

“Ill get max another later, speaking of the crazy where is he.”

Nebula chewed his or maxes sugar coated apple and did a horse like shrug.

“Do you always have to be like this.”

I rolled my eyes as he snorted at me.

“Ok where is max i have fidella.”

The doors slammed open and low and behold we see max and eugene.

“Race ya ladies oh and we are wanted by the guards.”

“Huh?’

Before i can say anything eugene left quickly with a fleat of guards fallowing him, i looked at repunzel all confused.

“It’s just a game, n/n.”

JUst then cassandras father the leader of the guards was in the stalls on his horse.

“Ladies better run.”

I pretty much left a silhouette of me next to repunzel thats how quickly i left on nebula.

I was having fun some guards where chasing me but luckly for me they where newbies so they did not know my cards i played.

“Lets show them how its done nebs.”

I pat his neck we enter a deep wooded area. I slowed down so one guard could catch up with me. I looked back and pulled a brach so it could smack him. The next guard i had a pan of to swerve him and pretty much get him dizzy or turned around. I faced back twords the guards running at him full force, at this point it was a game of chicken and luckly he lost. I detached his halter from his horse and now there was no control over the horse. I ran for a couple of minutes and ended up at the wall but not the one where repunzel and eugene where.

“Damn it!”

I yelled and slapped myself in the head.

“This is like the 5th time ive ended up in old corona. Sware to the king one more time and ill just move here.”

I sighed to myself and got off of nebula and walked to a stream so he can get some water. When i walked up i looked at my face, it was dirty and sticky with sweat. I grabbed some water and splashed it on my face. I looked at the water again to see a second figure a cloaked boy with googles. I turned around to see yeah it was a real person.

“AH!”

I gave him a left hook out of fear, that he looked creepy, and weird. He groaned holding his face.

HE looked up his googles where on the floor his hood was down i noticed I busted his lip.

“What was that for?”

He yelled at me, man he must be my age or younger. I mentally giggled at him because his voice cracked at the word for.

“You cant just sneek up on people like that.”

I yell back.

“Well you cant-’

He pointed his bloody finger at me and fainted.

“OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!”

I grabbed my hair and panicked. Nebula took some water and spat it out on his face. He woke up gasping for air from the shock.

“You dropped these uhh.”

I grabbed his googles and he snatched them from me.

“Im varian the mighty alchemist, and you are?”

“I’m y/n, the girl who knocked your socks off.”

[miifu666]

Hi I’ve been replaying black myth wukong and rewatching the monkie kid show (as well as watched the other monkey king films XD)

I was wondering do you have any tips on making a oc ? (If not no worries hope your doing ok 💗)

Hii ♡♡♡

Omggg ive been binging Wukong films too 😭😭 unfortunately i lost all motivation for LMK cuz of college ARGHH ILL TRY TO GATHER MORE MOTOVATION FOR IT THOUGHT AAARGSHGS

Also i definitely can share how i make my ocs!! but im not a professional so gather as much info from others as u can too!!♡

Read as much information as you can around the main story that you want! Knowledge is power ofc, and try to make your oc relevant to it if you want! Irrelevant is also okay, theres AUs for that

Create your oc based on a few characters, aka make a moodboard about them!! Gather little ideas you have and write them down, doodle them, etc. Personally i like to create Pinterest boards and spotify playlist!

Making a shuffle/rough compilation of images to create how you want your ocs to look like also helps! Incase you cant draw!

Use the characters they're based on as a guideline on making your oc's personality! This applies if you've designed how they're going to be but have a hard time fleshing them out.

When drawing the oc, especially historic ones. Make sure to do research on the clothings, garments, cultural tradition, etc. This would help a lot in inspirative way and insightful way! Or if the main plot has a certain artstyle that simplifies every character, be sure to apply that to your oc!

Doodle your oc a lot, preferably their interactions with their s/o or the canon characters

If you're unsure with their design, you can do a "pattern" design or "silhouette" check!

Pattern - the oc has a certain pattern or motifs thats repeated in their design, like suklha having more sharp lines in her design or characters that has inward motifs tend to be introverted.

Silhouette - make sure to doodle your oc in a silhouette. Like a splash art for your oc, to see if they're distinguishable compared to others!

Make sure your oc isn't "perfect" a flawed one is more realistic and fun to do crackheaded memes on 🫣 also might be a good time to use your own habits and telepathically give it to ur ocs its fun i swear-

Lastly, dont be afraid to show others your ideas! There are people who would love to hear about their plots, ideas and personality! I was hesitant to share about suklha at first, but seeing people liking her made me happy!! Let us see the beautiful works that you've fermented in your mind 🥺💕

Also this is just MY preference, but i tend to like characters that have unique traits! Like color palettes, Attributes, habits, physical traits. I've created a few ocs that has questionable personality, but they're so fun! 😭 just be sure not to stray too far so others can imagine how they're like

I think thats all that i havee!! I hope i explained it properly! Thank you for askingg 🥺🥺💕💕 have a nice dayy anonn xoxoox

[istherewifiinhell]

im reading comics. ive got a blog. ive got screenshots

[ID: panel of ravage thinking "Perfect! I cannot imagine a more ideal opportunity! END]

marveltf no.2, or 3&4 in the uk version, 1984.

[Deep breath] Plot: Bill Mantlo, Script: Jim Salicrup, Pencils: Frank Springer, Inks: Kim Demulder, Letters: Janice Chiang, Colour: Nelson Yomtov, Editor: Bob Buduansky, EiC: Jim Shooter

Digital re-master by digikore studios limited. collection edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon. editorial notes and assistance by Mark. W. Bellomo

jeez again. well lets start of with the remaster hate, on top of the lettering miscorrections...

[ID: Comparing the same shot of Soundwave from two versions. 1. the us printing, his plating has been coloured in purple. 2. digital remaster, its been corrected to blue. (Also Megatron happens to be in frame and thinking "As always Starscream slyly seeks to undermine my command, but his advice is sound!") END]

BOOO, they hate his pussy. purplewave you will always be real to me....

(i also dont think the job of a remaster should be to correct originally present errors, or EVER. to 'bring inline visual brand cohesion'. Imagine if they remaster mirage comics with 87 turtle headband colours... riots in the STREETS.

They should simply restore to higher resolution quality lost from age/accessibility accessibility. like high def scans and faded colour correction... i wish we could keep the quality and texture from print u know) (this is not the fault of individuals doing the restore work, whose names i dont even know, just the company that idw hires to do this work)

ANYWAY. commencing with the bullshit.

[ID: Starscream scowling while Megatron is just behind him. Thinking "Megatron's deductions are most shrewd! I must be careful not to ever let my lust for power cause me to under- estimate his cunning! It is only a matter of time before Starscream commands the decepticons!" END]

ah there we go. im at baseline. im calibrated. locked in

[ID: Large panel of Bumblebee lifted up on a car mechanics hoist, in the Witwicky garage. Hes saying "Help me, please! I'm dying!" A puddle of fluid draing away underneath him. Sparkplug, in sleepwear, shoes and a cap says "Buster-- This isn't like you-- Playin' a dumb joke on your old man in the middle of the night!" Buster pleading "This is no joke, Dad! Believe me, I'm as surprised as you are! I know it sounds crazy, but I'm sure this car is alive! And unless you do whatever it takes to repair it-- it will die! END]

kjfngjhsddfg BUH. fucked up. if im honest

[ID: Two panels, Sparkplug looking up to Bee's undercarriage, finding the source of a leak he thinks "Here's the problem!" Off panel Buster explains excitedly "Four other cars then turned into giant robots and started blasting the jet fighters! "O" and Jessie must've split in all the confusion! I hopped into this car and steered it home!" Panel in silhouette, black on vibrant red, Buster gesticulates wildly, continuing "I mean it doesn't have an ignition or gas pedal or--" Sparkplug continues to look up, and interrupts "I don't know what they put in that popcorn at the drive-in, but i hope it s Not habit-forming!" END

KINDA GOES HARD..... if im honest.

[ID: 1. Buster in Bee's driver's seat, Sparkplug standing outside, speaking to them. Bee: Fear not, Sparkplug Witwicky, I merely plan to relay your generous offer-- Finding some way to convert earthly resources to fuel for Autobot use-- to my leader Optimus Prime! I shall safely return with your son! Sparkplug: Right! Buster: Isn't this the most incredible thing that's ever happened to us?!? Okay, Bumblebee, like, take me to your leader! 2. Two humans, Buster's friends, look at Bee. "Jess, Buster's car just talked!" Jess: "I noticed!" END]

Around here I was coming to understand the off kilter humour their going for, contrasting the bots speech patterns with humans. i dunno if its good reading, but i get it. and yeah they were using a lot of the watchman ass 9 panel layout... if it works eh?

speaking of bot dialogue

[ID: Three panels, Optimus rallying his troops and they change from bot to alt mode by saying "Autobots, convert to earth-modes! Let's move out!" END]

hmm. still work-shopping that one i see. you know. the classic thing autobots do.... convert and move out... what to catholicism or something??

[ID: Panel of an asymmetrical and scifi looking castle on a rocky peak. Caption box: Meanwhile, in the half-completed Decepticon base, constructed from various parts of the erstwhile Harrison Nuclear Plant… END]

Different style but apparently comics Megatron still likes himself a castle. Okay dracula. okay NOS-4-A2.

[ID: Optimus in bot mode, looming over the two humans, he says "I bring you Greetings from Cybertron!" Sparkplug: This one's even bigger than Bumblebee! Buster: Uh-- Hi! END]

He is bigger than Bumblebee... good scale tho, looks right to me anyway. there is a certain charm in this exchange. everyone's suitably and interestingly awkward.

[ID: Panel of Sunstreaker shooting towards the sky, as Sideswipe takes off with a jet pack. Side: If it's a fight they want, Sunstreaker, we can give it to them! Sun: My electron pulse gun shouldn't disappoint them! Side: While you get 'em in your sights, I'll go meet 'em up close and personal. Sun, thinking: Ever-eager for battle, my brother has rashly employed his energy-draining rocket backpack! END]

ah. so the brother thing is from comics. okay. everything always is isnt it? and yes. all the fight scenes have had dialogue like this.

[ID: Megatron stepping toward the viewer, menacingly. "Overconfident Fools! They entrusted the human to their weakest member!" He easily thumps Bee's head with one fist. The humans, small enough to be seen in the space between Megatron's legs. On says "He kayoed Bumblebee with just one shot!" END]

CRUSHED HIM LIKE A BUGGGG 🥁🔔

[ID: Two panels, Caption box: And acts-- Megatron holds Sparkplug in one hand, Optimus points his gun and says "Megatron-- surrender the human or suffer the consequences!" Megatron replies "In a word, Optimus-- He fires his canon, the blast engulfing Prime with a "Wawooom" Megatron finishes "--NO!" But meanwhile Sparkplug is free from his grip, shouting "Geronimo!" END]

honestly this whole page of exchanges was great.... its what i love to see them do... get him megs lol. girl ur so funny. beast warsian almost.

...well thats basically it. its a race to find a way to convert earths energies to their use, and The 'Con have kidnapped the one human who seems willing and able to do it. Low on fuel, and on hope, will our intrepid heroes prevail? As Sparkplug's fate hangs in the balance... tune in next time for...

[ID: Buster looking concerned thinking to himself "How will they be able to rescue Dad-- When it looks like they can't even help themselves?! Caption box: [small next arrow] And along came a... [title text] Spider-man! END]

EX-SQUEEZE ME?!

[definitelynotshouting]

Oooo, I see you started playing MC as well ^.^

My brain has been stuck in the game for a solid 2 months now, I've had so many ideas for building, so it's nice to see you enjoy it too <3

And to be fair, I do use creative mode for some things in my singleplayer world (cuz I wanna skip to the good parts lol). But I think if the potion lab I build in the survival multiplayer I'm in was what I had made in that singleplayer, a sad Grian looking for weakness potions would be delighted to stumble upon it pffttt

I have 2 double chests of finished potions, huge nether wart field, endless water source, 5 brewing stands, a whole double chest of at least 3 of every potion ingredient, pre-prepared awkward potions, 3stacks of bottles, blaze rods for days, you name it and it's there

The only issue is that all weakness potions I have ready are turned into splash potions, cuz I've never really had the desire to chug them myself (besides that one time I tired to get the "have every potion effect on all at once" achievement xdd)

~🌠

Ive been watching mcyt religiously for abt 2 yrs now (prior to that i had ZERO exposure to minecraft at all) and have joked before that its given me fucking minecraft shingles bc i never got my crafting vaccination as a kid. This thing has DESTROYED my braincells its just all minecraft blocks now, im obsessed

Ive also shamelessly used cheats in my first proper singleplayer world-- pretty much just to teleport to coords bc i get lost real easily and an hour of trying to navigate back with F3 is not my idea of a good time 😭😭😭😭 but with this new 1.20 singleplayer my plan is basically play on peaceful until i can get set up with a house and get a bit more practice with movement, then switch it to easy to practice killing mobs, then slowly ramp up the difficulty until i get to hard so i can cure zombie villagers. I watched p much the entirety of Pixlriffs' Survival Guide S2 around January after getting super sick and needed smth to entertain myself with, and now im following along with his S3 bc he is just the guy ever to me :] its taught me a lot abt the mechanics of minecraft which has been REALLY nice for a late learner 💀💀💀💀

YOUR POTION ROOM SOUNDS SO COOL!!!!! Thats so many ingredients,,,, i love your organization system that sounds so nice. Ive found my favorite thing in minecraft is literally inventory management SKDNEKDJD hermits beware i am the anti-chest monster guy<3 but yeah gods can u imagine if Grian had used splash potions 😭😭😭 he wouldve dropped SO FAST, RIP

How do you usually plan your builds??? I got myself a creative flatworld to make stuff in, but ive found that idea i had with taking a screenshot of the area and drawing on it has REALLY helped me put some concrete visuals to the ideas ive had which has been SUPER helpful. I just finished building the silhouette of my future lakehouse the other day (via the Pixlriffs stone method) so now im just messing around with block palettes to see how i wanna incorporate the cherry wood :] im super excited to build it for real in survival!!!!

[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter Five: Chapter Five.

"Is he here?” Tony asks the hooded man stood outside the walk-in freezer. “Yes sir.” Tony opens the door and grins wide, “Todd! How the hell have you been?” Todd looks up, he's much skinnier than Tony's used to seeing. “Oh there- i see your problem. And it aint me, heh. You need ta eat.” He says assuredly. “And what do you think i should eat, Tony?” Todd snaps back, impatient to get out of the freezer, “None of my favorite foods satiate me anymore, your cronies took me to a fast food place last night and i was starving when we left.” Tony shakes his head, “Look at your teeth Todd, tell me what you think ya need to eat.” “No way, ive stopped eating your pizza's on lunch the day after you did this.” Todd replies. “Nooo no, Todd. With how malnourished you are- you're gonna need a fresh meal. Boys, you're dismissed. Todd, get up, lets go on a walk.” Tony demands without a care. “No way man, im leaving but not with you.” Todd argues. Tony walks up and lifts Todd by his shoulders to his feet, “Unless you wanna end up in a pie, son” Tony takes his hand and puts it on Todd's shoulder, “We're going on a stroll.” “No.” Todd states. All of this time in the freezer and not once has Todd felt its cold bite but all of a sudden, colder than anything he had felt, a creeping chill down to his very bones invaded from his shoulder. Right where Tony's hand was placed, he looked to his shoulder and saw a thin layer of frost surrounding Tony's hairy hand and crawling on to more and more of his shoulder and chest. “Stop- Stop that Tony.” Todd mutters, “Its cold-” Tony maintains his grin. “Is it? Not used to it huh? Being sorta undead has hidden perks,” Tony releases his hand and Todd feels the warmth return, “I can teach ya the ropes. I know i spurred this on ya by surprise but now that you're here and turned i can be a mentor of sorts. I mean you might as well?” Tony offers. Todd thinks about refusing, about making a break for it and finding a stake or something, but would it even work. Vampires werent supposed to be real, he cant be sure of much now. “Sure. But im not killing anybody.” Todd agrees sternly. “I wouldnt make ya do anything you dont wanna. Plus thats my favorite part, lets get a move on shall we?” Tony turns with Todd and pats him on the back as they walk out of the back door. Tony turns his head and remarks, “When we're on a roof jumping from one to another we can be a fucked up Batman and Robin. Ya think??” Todd ignores him. “Ah whatever, cmon.” Tony frowns.

Stumbling through the streets that night was another man. He's sad and looking for something that's long gone. Brocc walks through town putting up different posters, “Lost Dog, Name: Syrup, if you have questions or happen to find her call:” with an accompanying number and photograph. Brocc sighs, “Im beginning to think she found a new home. Must be better than my apartment then, huh?” He laughs sadly to himself. He finishes stapling a poster to the street pole and turns to head down an alley he knows as a shortcut. Two silhouettes rush passed him as he notices somebody shambling and stumbling in the direction they came running from. Thinking he could be injured Brocc runs to the mans aid, “Help me please- those men are crazy- they just- one of them knocked me in the head with an iron bar and then the other bit my neck, i think he was sucking at the wound- i- i cant-” the man falls to the ground unconscious. Brocc heard what he needed to. He knew what he had to do next. He clicks buttons on his phone and it rings, “We have an undead issue. If i dont report back to you by tomorrow, head to my address to scout.” Brocc turns and follows in the direction he saw the men go.

“I cant believe you didnt drain him fast enough. How are you ever going to get healthier?” Tony scolds Todd. Todd bites back, “Well if you'd have hit him harder we wouldnt have had a problem, i thought that was your favorite part anyways. And hey, why'd we leave anyways? We could have totally gotten him.” Tony smiles, “You dont seem to have as many problems killing people now as ya did an hour ago. 'We totally couldve gotten him’?” He laughs. “I- I-” Todd is lost in his mind, hungry, “i still need to eat, man.” “That ya do, suns getting higher though. Soon the buildings wont be enough to block it, lets head to the shop, open for the day and get you some pizza, try again tonight?” Tony offers, a foreign and gentle tone in his voice.

Back at the pizzeria, Todd sits behind the register, waiting for the morning customers to rush in. Tony cleans and prepares the kitchen and dining tables. “No hooded guards today?” Todd sarcastically asks. Tony replies, “Nope! You're off the hook kid. Im trustin ya.” “Why?” Todd's question goes unanswered and he questions his experience so far. Would he have to survive like this forever? Is there a cure? And a much more troubling query, would he like killing someone? He already liked what he's tasted so far. No time to ponder any of it however, as another thing needed his attention, the customers had already begun lining up in front of him.

It had been a while since he had been at the front, he liked not being in the freezer, not being watched as close or as cramped. Order after order came in throughout the day, he'd yell the specifics to the back and Tony would make and serve the food. Todd couldnt help the thought though; that they were serving human product to other people unbeknownst to them. And he couldnt believe how ferociously the people loved it, they didnt even consider it being anything other than normal. “I mean,” Todd thought, “it's almost funny.” For a second, Todd understood how Tony thought, and it disgusted him.

Tony rarely left the kitchen aside from when he'd be serving an order. But occasionally, Todd noticed certain customers quietly get up and follow him to the kitchen, only to come out minutes later pale and rubbing their necks. It only happened three times that day but Todd didnt like how they would pay with shaky hands and nervous eyes before rushing out of the door as fast as they could. 

[berylliumliumite]

not 2 be 2014 animatic on youtube but. youth by daughter tma

[izchone]

enhypen as beatopia songs!

info: saw this trending on tiktok kind of and i wanted to do it for enha bc beabadobee + enha is like wow. world #exploded!! and i kind of made each one angst my bad😇😇 tws// just plain ol heartbreak😪😪

genre: angst (mostly!)

★♪ lee heeseung.

　now playing: see you soon

this song is undoubtedly hee. the trinket-like samples resemble his unorganized mind that was impossible to unravel. he wanted the best and only the best for his lover. his longing to make everything perfect for you turned into him knit-picking every single movement of yours. it seemed like he was judging you, and so you left with no warning, because that’s what he wanted, right?

‘it’s a walk in the park, you said it’s not that hard, im feeling kind of dizzy, i don’t want this to leave me, and i told you ill see you soon.’

★♪ park jeongseong.

　now playing: fairy song

him and this song are like a harmony. it’s like youre looking at him in a mirror or reading him like a book. an explanation of him to be exact. this was his life story, starting from when he met you.

‘guess when im older, ill be able to see, that when it gets colder, i care less about me.’

★♪ sim jaeyun.

　now playing: lovesong

what a lover boy. this song resonates with him as it depicts how he loves. the slow tempo represents the time he takes to really soak in ones love and reciprocate it, even if he knows the love won’t last.

‘i swear your in my head throughout the day, i can say that for a fact, know we had better days, but to keep me sane, i guess that this is just, another love song, about you.’

★♪ park sunghoon.

　now playing: ripples

sunghoon is such a melancholy being. the violins represent his yearning for you, but puppet strings pull him back from falling too hard. he grieves his state of being, not knowing which way to go. in reality, he just wants you.

‘ive been holdin back cuz im afraid that im too loud, six feet underground, i feel alone, again.’

★♪ kim sunoo.

　now playing: you’re here thats the thing

sunoo tried everything without regrets. he was always happy go lucky, and so you never knew how he actually felt. but you dealt with it and he dealt with you, and that was all.

‘you just won’t admit it that you’re smitten, hold on a minute please won’t you listen, cuz im not sure if you’re into me like im into you’

★♪ yang jungwon.

　now playing: the perfect pair

jungwon truly stayed the same. as well as your relationship. it never really grew. it had been the same old same old, exchange some hellos and then go back to your daily lives. and no one did anything about it.

‘you know me, better show me that you could say it to my face, cuz you know we’re the same, there’s worse things i can take’

★♪ nishimura riki.

　now playing: talk

the stereotypical teenage romance. he was your first love and your first heartbreak. he was on the hunt for perfection, and he treated you like a lab-rat. he ran out the house that day with no trace of him at all. his heart was spotless of you. you on the other hand.. not so much.

‘am i lost, why can’t i find you, a silhouette that’s in my head, you don’t exist you’re my imagination, you don’t exist you’re just a bad decision.’

a/n: first writing back!! im trying to make everything look aesthetic but im so lazy to keep my writing format the same im sorry😕😕

[skylilac]

hey do you have any kotlc fic recs? any ship is okay, and even if it’s incomplete I’m still cool with reading it, I just wanted to see if you have any favorite fics or anything because I trust your taste (preferably on ao3)

if im being 100% honest i dont. rlly read kotlc fic anymore? also i havent logged onto my ao3 acc in months so i dont have anything bookmarked 😔

that being said i just did a quick search for some faves of mine!! and if you like them also check out the authors other fics bc those are gold too, im just choosing my personal favorites <3

-descend into darkness and all along my heart was leading me home by uni_seahorse_572 (both are soo incredible ive read them multiple times)

-Kiss Me Like It's Not Allowed by a_lonely_tatertot (always has me ugly crying but its okay i swear im normal.)

-Our Finite Eternity by spellboundfire!! (looove this one <3 kam that i actually like? its rare but this is it)

-I've lost it all (I'm just a silhouette) by Tobi_Continued (ruewen angst is always 11/10 but this one especially) also the scars along our skin (Paint our beauty like gold)!!

-Personal Hell by theunmappedstar (neverseen!keefe is smth so personal to me okay?? the emotions <//3)

-To Love Unafraid (With An Ugly, Poisonous Heart)  and Perfect by sweetmothiricannotwrite (i think i’ve recced these before actually but yeah they’re so good)

-i've got to tell you how i love you by handpulledsilver (a 2 part series and its absolutely beautiful <3) also by ink: say this awful thing did not break me <3

-I'll be Your Real Tough Cookie, With the Whiskey Breath and Liquid Glass, Drowning Fire, Shattered Water by Enbies_Committing_Felonies (some of my favorite ships and written SO well)

-better off as lovers (and not the other way around) by tamsencen (tbh this is probably the fic that sold me on qualden <3)

-Blinking In The Starlight and wings on your feet and copper in your lungs by sunlight-and-storms (both of these are such a good read i love them, definitely check them out!!)

-Moments That Last Years and As Simple As That (of orbits, suns, and angel wings) (for angst and prose that makes you cry at any given moment </3)

[slashssunglasses]

“Its My Turn Now” ~ Slash

SLASH X FEM~READER

KW: daddy kink, bondage, roughness 

Slash- Velvet Revolver Era Slash 

——— UNEDITED —— — 

it was yet another Velvet Revolver tour and this one was very exciting for slash since he could finally take you with him. Oh your days were full of laughter, adventure and pure raw animal sex. he couldn't get enough of you, all this time he'd had to go on the road without you, no physical contact for months at a time… it made this tour one to remember. 

it was the night of the show and you stood in the front row of the rowdy crowd watching slash run around and holler into the microphone. Even though he was lost in the music he still made sure to watch you from the stage, making sure you were ok. Slash always insisted that you stand backstage watching the show from your safe little area but you did like it. You enjoyed being in the crowd jumping and raging along to the music while you watched him sweat and just completely lose himself in his music, 

This time though, there had been a guy who was rubbing up on you all night. At first it looked like it was just due to the overcrowding of people in the pit, but once he started trying to talk to you and flirt you knew those horny rubs were nothing but accidental. 

“Dude I'm not interested” you pushed away from him, “c’mon sweetheart, you cant come around here dressed like that and not expect to get my attention” he'd less over trying to get closer to your neck. 

“Hey back off!” you squealed, soon your attention was taken away from your fiancé’s performance and redirected to keeping this guy off of you. he continued his lewd comments before reaching his hand up and groping your chest. 

you pushed him hard and just then the guitar stopped and the music got all fucked up. 

“Hey! Hey! what the fuck?!” you heard Slash yell into the microphone before throwing himself into the crowd on top of the guy. security was quick to grab him and push him back on stage as the fans started to riot and try and grab at him. “Hey get him the fuck out of here!” he yelled into the microphone once he got back on stage, “hes making on my girl! fucking pig! im gonna get your fucking ass get the fuck out of my show!” he yelled angrily as security grabbed the guy hauling him out. 

“you okay baby?” he asked in the microphone before kneeling down and grabbing your arm helping you up onto the stage and walking you off. 

“you okay?” he nervously grabbed your face scanning your expression. “yes yes im fine” you sighed giggling quietly, “I'm gonna kick his ass” he angrily chewed his lip, “baby just relax” you sighed grabbing his face. you could hear the crowd getting impatient and rowdy, “Slash you gotta get back out there” you smiled looking out onto the stage.

“i promise you i’ll make it up to you” he smirked, “make it up to me? you didn’t do anything” you giggled, “just be quiet and let me show you how much i love you tonight” he rolled his eyes, “mm fine fine, i also have a surprise for you but only if you get out there” you giggled popping a kiss on his lips, “mm more” he whined pulling you back in

“slash! C’mon man let’s go!” Duff yelled at him as slash pulled you deeper into his lips. He groaned, kissing your lips one more time before walking back on stage. The crowd roared in cheers as the show started up again. “Sorry guys lets fucking tear it up!” he chuckled into the mic earning cheers and hollers from the crowd. “Hang on hang on! Let me say something really quick before we start up again..” Slash said into the mic, fixing the height so it fit him better, “if you see that fucker that was on my girl..save him for me, okay?” 

you shook your head smiling from offstage. he kept looking over with a little smirk as he watched you sway around to the music. his eyes dancing across your body as you did little sensual things you knew would only catch his eye. you blew him little kisses and he had a cocky smirk while he riled up the crowd even more. once the show was over you knew you were in for a fun and romantically rough night. you wanted to take control tonight but you didn’t know how long it’s last. you had the outfit, the toys, and the restraints but slash had a reputation for ripping through the flimsy cheap sex store ties and cuffs but you were still gonna have your fun. 

you smirked to yourself as he ran off stage adrenaline still pumping as his sweaty body engulfed you tightly “ew ew ew” you giggled against his wet body. “mmm i want to get you back to the room bunny” hed giggle biting your ear, “mmmm no no no, you’re gonna shower while i get ready for you...” you giggled swaying back and forth with him,

 “mm you won’t join me?” he pouted, “no no no, i have very fun and special things planned for us tonight...daddy” you whispered, he tensed up under you, “you have to be patient and calm though...or you get nothing and i mean it” you added kissing his sweaty jaw, you knew it was killing him the whole ride home. little did he know you had binds, toys, lingerie waiting for you guys back in the room to play with.

Once back at the hotel, you had to pry slash from your body and into the bathroom, threatening him if he doesn't get into the shower. 

After some heated kisses and playful shoves, he finally got into the bathroom and started his shower. With him distracted with getting clean, you set your plan into motion. You quickly pulled off your clothes, throwing the now dirty clothes in a hamper at the door. 

You examined your body in the mirror, hands running over each inch of skin as you wondered what he would think, but right now you were under a time crunch. You quickly got out the toys and binds, laying them out neatly on the bed as you listened to him move around the bathroom. He shouldn't be long now. You scrambled around the room, lighting candles for some nice finishing touches, and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. Steam rolled out in clouds as the bathroom door swung open. Light poured over your body as slashs silhouette came into view. “Mmm~ what's all this bunny?”

"its fun for us" you smirked turning to get on your knees and crawl towards him. his hands traced every different shaped and colored vibrator on laid out on the bed, cock ring, handcuffs, and a few other fun toys. 

"you see tonights gonna be a little different" you began in a sultry voice, "I know Its always you in charge but…tonight I want some fun" you smiled sitting up and rubbing your hands all over his bare chest, "so take these off" you pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants, "and let me come play with you daddy"

Slash bit his lip, smirking down at you as you played with the hem of his pants. “Oh~ so bunny wants to be in charge tonight hm? Well..we’ll see about that..” You pouted, glaring up at him as he pulled you onto his chest, “hey! No! No touching!” You grabbed his wrists, 

his hands quickly grabbing handfuls of your ass before you yanked them away. You shoved him toward the bed, tying his wrists together as you sat on his chest. “Look so sexy like this bunny..thinking you can dominate daddy..” He purred, his eyes flaming with lust as you glared at him. “I'm not the one with their wrists tied..” Slash only darkly chuckled at your jab, “ohh~ I won't be for long bunny..just you wait and see..”

"Daddy" you whined smacking his chest, "ive been such a good girl…let me have this treat?" you crossed your arms, "oh bunny" he pouted bucking his hips up to push your pussy farther up his chest, "fine" he rolled his eyes, your eyes lit up as you jumped off of him going towards the toys you wanted to use. 

"decisions decisions" you giggled, he looked at you with a proud and cocky smirk. "I know" you smiled and crawled back onto the bed. you rubbed your hands over top his sweatpants traveling up his legs, you saw the bus;ge growing and gently grazed it. you lowered your head and licked a hot stripe up his clothed bulge. he grunted harshly pulling on the restraints, you made sure to layer them so it'd be harder for him to break through. 

you grabbed the vibrator and switched it on sliding it over his bulge and then around your nipples pulling the bra down flashing your tits. he was drooling and you decided it was time to give him a little snack, you giggled scooting up to his lips, "you want some?" you purred pulling your panties to the side, "you want to taste my cunt daddy? ohh~ its so wet" you moaned lowering yourself over his nose, his mouth opened welcoming you but you didn't sit just yet, "come taste what that other guy couldn't have" you smirked lowering yourself completely onto his lips watching his eyes roll back as your slick hit his tongue

He leaned his head up, tongue slipping in between your lips like a hungry dog. You melted into him, slow relaxing down onto his mouth, hips lightly swiveling to match his lips. You groped your tits, moaning at the pleasure sparking in your brain. Slash grumbled and groaned, the sounds vibrating against your clit deliciously. 

“Oh!- oh daddy~” You purred, back arching and head tipping back. Slash pulled at the restraints, skin peeling around the ties as he ached to feel your skin under his palms. You ground down against his mouth, tongue filling your hole as you whined. “Ah ah ah! Daddy!” His hips bucked up at the sound of your pleads, frustration filling his system as he pulled at the restraints. “Daddy's going to eat you dry bunny..be a good girl and let him out of these ties..” He glared up at you, tongue licking at his lips, “come on bunny...don't you want to make daddy proud?”

"mm, not yet" you panted scooting down back onto his chest, you leaned down kissing your slick off his lips, "you'll get your turn" you smiled kicking your feet up and sliding the thing off your body flashing him your bare pussy as you layed back on his torso. "mm such a yummy cock" you moaned rubbing his hard through his pants, "your evil" he growled and you rolled your eyes leaning over for the vibrator, you switched it on setting it down on his abs,

 "fuck" you grunted as you set your clit down onto of the vibrator. your lips began rubbing against his torso as you began humping. "oh daddy! ah! oh yes daddy you feel so good on my weeping cunt" you moaned maintaining eye contact with him, "oh I cant wait to see that cock ring on this big daddy cock, I want you to use everything on me daddy" you whined picking up the pace, "oh daddy im gonna cum! im gonna cum!!" you yelled gripping you

You squealed, head falling back as your orgasm washed over you. You shooke and arched, wet buzzing filling both of your and slash ears. His hips bucked up, harsh growls leaving his lips, “bunny..let daddy out..now. I'm not fucking kidding..” You lazily smiled, squinting at him as you got down on your stomach, face to face with his abs, “i don't know what you mean daddy..” You’d whimper, smiling up at him as you licked up your cum off his abs. “Ohh bunny you’re in deep fucking shit.” You cheek rested against his hip bone, “am I?” You’d tease, kissing his skin as your hand palmed his bulge.

"oh my… its so big" you gasped kissing his hard bulge through his pants. "mm I told you ti take these off daddy" you purred biting his bulging v-line, veins protruding down the toned muscle almost guiding you to his cock. 

you leaned over grabbing the cock ring and holding git in your mouth. pulling down the pants you gasped excitedly giggling at his swollen hard cock, "mmm" you licked your lips drooling over his cock. you let drool drip and leak down his cock slipping down with precum

you moaned, pumping his cock lewdly as he sighed.

 He stared down at you with hooded eyes, “bunny..” You grinned at him, taking his cock in you mouth, the cock ring slipping down his shaft as you did so. “Oh!- fuck-!” He pulled at the ties, teeth grit and bared as he choked. “Bunny-“ Once the ring was in place, you sucked his cock lewdly, the tip popping out of your mouth as you let go. You pumped him, licking your lips as you stared at him, “there you go daddy...a pretty ring on your cock..” His head rocked back, face turning red out of frustration as the need to cum filled him, but he knew, that he wasn’t allowed to.

 “Okay bunny...you’ve had your fun..now take the fucking ring off me right now..before I get mean.” You bit your lip, humming to yourself, “mm..I don’t know..I think it’s a nice touch daddy..”

you licked a long stripe up his swollen red cock. “you’re such a good daddy, behaving for me and holding back all that thick juicy cum mmm” you moaned rubbing your clit while you gently stroked his cock. “bunny-ah fuck” he choked throwing his head back, “yes daddy?” you cooed squeezing his balls, “fuck!” he growled pulling in the restraints harder, “oh these are good ones, you haven’t broken them yet” you giggled leaning over and grabbing another vibrator.

 you vibed along his shaft and circled his tip licking your lips as he tried to choke back his moans. “moan for me daddy, oh when you moan it’s so sexy” you whined sucking on one of his balls, “b-bun-oh fuck! oh my god bunny fuck right there!” he moaned loudly as you slowly slipped him inside your pussy. “ohhh!!” you whined, “oh fuck daddy! oh my gosh break free baby come fill me with your cum make me your pretty mommy” you whined loudly as you rode his cock, lewd and throaty moans escaping his lips as he tried to watch you move sensually on his cock but fuck it was too good he couldn’t hold it back anymore he was crazy, screaming practically at your dirty words

You lost yourself on his cock, little hands gripping his chest as you bounced yourself.

 “Daddy..daddy more please..” You whined, needing more of him by the minute. “More huh? You want more?” he growled, foaming at the mouth as you nodded. “Please daddy..” His choked gasps slowly died down, a dark smile curving on his face as he glared at you.

 “Please? Please? Oh, my bunny is begging now huh? I thought you were the one in charge bunny?” He mocked, head tilting slightly as he questioned you. You stumbled and stammered, “i know but-” “but what bunny? You need your big daddy to take care of you?” You trembled, tears welling up in your eyes as you grew tired of bouncing on him, “yes..i need you daddy..” His eyes darkened completely, “good girl.” He laughed, easily snapping out of the restraints and flipped you over.

you gasped as he hooked your legs around his hips. “you were staying tied for me?” you have him puppy eyes, “anything for you bunny” he smiled softening his piercing gaze slightly, “you did so good bun, so sexy” he growled against your lips while he teased his ringed cock around your hole, “hehe, thank you daddy” you giggled stretching underneath him, rubbing his bicep gently scratching down the divots in his biceps,“now show me who i belong to daddy” you pouted puckering your lips for him, “make me a pretty mommy” you batted your lashes after he placed a rough kiss on you. “you’re gonna squirt on this cock bunny, you’re gonna make a mess for me”

He gripped your hips tight, cock pounding into your g spot as you screamed, “daddy! Oh-oh!” You grabbed at him, pulling at his skin as he grinned at you, “is it too much bunny? This is what you wanted..” He teased, loving the way you looked all sweaty and used. “No more excuses bunny..no more holding back..daddy’s going to take hi sweet bunny until she passes out.”

you screamed losing your voice midway, exhaustion hitting you from how badly you wanted him deeper you couldn’t even fathom it. he held a vibrator against your clit as he yelled profanities from you tightening around his cock. “who’s daddy’s cum dump hm?” he groaned trying to keep himself at a steady pace in you, “m-me -ahhhh!! fuck me!!! i’m you l-little cum dump? in your cockslut daddy use me!!” you arched screaming as your eyes rolled back drool falling down your lips, “s-so good” you whimpered holding his face begging for some mercy

“use you, hm? That's what you want? You want daddy to take it all out on you, bunny?” You nodded franticly, words barely even forming in your brain at this point. “Mmm~ okay bunny.. let's see how long you last..” His thrusts stopped suddenly, light whines leaving you at the loss. “Shhh..don't worry... Daddy is far from done with you..” He snickered, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly, he slammed into you hard, tip hitting your g spot head-on. 

You screamed bloody murder, clawing at his back. “Oh, that's the spot huh?” He growled, making sure each and every thrust it that special spit inside you.

“oh! oh! da-da-daddy!! AHHHH!!!” you screamed bloody murder, “i can’t take it! i cant take it!” you sobbed ultimate euphoria over taking you. his hand flew to your mouth shutting you up while he drilled into you. tears pooled around his hand as you sobbed and screamed into his hand. “bunny they’re gonna think i’m-fuck! they’re-ohh~~ they’re gonna think i’m hurting you!” his thrusts became sloppy as the cock ring felt tighter around his base

“daddy- daddy! Ohh-! Daddy!!” You squealed, licking his hand as he held it over your mouth. “Bunny-! Fucking god!-“ His cock swelled around the ring, his head filling with pleasure as he felt himself slowly lose it. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Fuck!- FUCK!-“ He growled, panting as the ring gave and cum spilled inside you, triggering your orgasm. You squealed and screamed, thrashing around as pleasure filled your head. You cried and screamed against his hand, grabbing at him as you came down.

you were hyperventilating and sobbing against his hand as his head dipped down into your neck. his chest rising and falling rapidly as he kissed your damp skin. you couldn’t help the wave of emotions your several intense orgasms brought you, you broke down in a fit of sobs still not being able to breathe, after shocks from your orgasms shot through you as you looked down at all the squirt that coated the bed and both your bodies. your body still twitching as he stayed plugged in you, he let out soft moans trying to catch his breath. this time was insane, you guys had good sex before no doubt it was never bad, always mind blowing but this time there was so much more emotion on both ends you both needed to recover. 

You sobbed, so sore and worn out that it was all you could really do. Slashs face came into few as he lightly picked you up. 

He held you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as you slowly came down, “shhh shhh bunny...deep breaths..” You followed his lead in breathing, your mind becoming more clear. Well, as clear as it could be in that moment since you were still very exhausted. “Come on..let’s go get cleaned up..” He kissed your forehead sweetly, smiling against your skin as he carried you to the bathroom. You clung your him, not wanting to be set down or moved anymore than you already have.

 Your muscles were sore and your overall being was worn out. As he lowered you both in the bath, he started to hum a soft tune. You didn’t recognize it, must have been something new he had been working on. He ran his hands threw your hair, the other leaning over and grabbing a washcloth. He soaked it in water, bring it to your face as he continued to hum softly. That’s when the hums started to turn into words. He sand softly in your ears as he washed all the sweat and tears from your face. Slash was never one to sing in the first place, but him singing to you never failed to make you smile. “There’s that pretty smile..”

“i-i-i love you slashy” you hummed gripping his chest giving him weak kisses. “i love you bunny” he bummed rubbing your back, “thank you for letting me have you fun” you giggled looking up at him, “you deserved it baby, you were so sexy” he chuckled lowly, “mm thank you” you leaned up kissing him deeply enjoying the feeling of his body against yours with the warm water surrounding you two.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @s-lasxh

[nikmikaelsonswife]

Jealous Angry Hate Sex With Klaus Would Include…

you’re out at rousseau’s with rebekah and a couple of your other girlfriends when you feel as if you are being watched

with one subtle glance to the side, you notice a familiar silhouette in the corner of the bar

you can’t believe it — actually you can — but it pisses you off that he feels as if you can’t handle yourself. you have been a vampire for the last 300 hundred years for goodness’s sake.

the lingering stare on your back is enough motivation for you to finally give the mediocre looking man beside you the bit of your attention he’s been enthusiastically yearning for

or maybe the seventh vodka shot you had taken only moments earlier

which causes that same lingering stare to instead burn holes in your skull

you can practically feel the anger radiating from him all the way on the other side of the room as you trail a manicured finger down the innocent’s bicep.

and when footsteps reach your ears, you whisper an apology to him, who returns it with a puzzled expression right before he’s ripped from his seat by the collar.

“nik!” rebekah shouts, cami frowning at the scene from the other side of the bar.

“what the hell was that?” you question loudly, earning an incredulous look from klaus and even more attention from the citizens surrounding you

“i should ask you the same! you were getting rather touchy there, wife.”

“you shouldn’t have even been here in the first place, husband.” you slide off your stool, smacking a couple of bills on the bar before storming out.

“this conversation isn’t over!” klaus growls from behind you.

“you got that right!”

there’s only a short minute before klaus grabs you by the waist and your back home, and as soon as you cross the threshold, the war is back on

you slam your clutch on the coffee table, alerting elijah who’s reading a book near the window. “why were you following me?”

“why were you entertaining that bloody wanker?”

you notice the raise of elijah’s eyebrow as he listens in, but you’re too blinded by rage to comment on it.

what you don’t notice is him formulating a plan in his head to leave before this argument ends because he’s — along with everyone — is aware of what comes next. this isn’t his first rodeo.

“answer the damn question!”

“i’d prefer it if you went first.”

“ugh!” you run your hands through your hair, charging toward your bedroom with klaus right behind you. once you’re in the privacy of your room, you flip around and shove a finger in his direction. “i am not the one in the wrong here. this is all on you!”

“me? if you would’ve taken your marriage into account and happened to have been a tad less friendly, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!”

“i was only doing that in revenge and because i knew you were watching. i am my own woman, klaus, you don’t need to be on my ass twenty-four seven!”

he takes a step closer, gesturing at you. “i was protecting you! what do you not understand?”

“you always do this! ive been on my own since the fucking seventeen hundreds! i don’t need protection! i don’t need a stalker husband!”

“well, i don’t need a wife who finds aggravating her husband entertaining!” he rebuts.

“then maybe you don’t need a wife at all!” you yell, finding yourself just inches away from your counterpart.

“sounds like a splendid plan! perhaps then, i can assist you in discovering a better strategy in getting that imbecile down your pants!”

“are you SERIOUS!? have you lost your fucking mind?”

“i doubt that IM filling the role as the irrational one here!” his chest heaves, complete silence ensuing as you both stare at each other, so close that if you take another step….

he smashes his lips to yours, gripping your waist to pull you smug against his hard body, so smug that you can feel his erection poking at your stomach

you’re slammed into a wall, wandering hands feeling you up before your jeans and underwear are suddenly missing

whispering of how upset you both still are with each other and how this isn’t going to change a thing

klaus gripping your throat, forcing your eyes on his as he shoves himself inside you, stretching you out despite all the times you’d been like this before

dried blood staining the fair skin of his back, evidence of healed scars from your hell sent nails

the relentless pounding of his hips as you wrap your legs around his waist, needing something to keep you grounded on earth

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reach states of oblivion before you feel him shaking you from the grip on your neck, a silent demand for you to never look away from him

screams, curses and very loud moans

grunts, groans and chants of your name

your teeth clamping down on klaus’ shoulder to muffle your sounds, which he doesn’t appreciate and yanks your hair to pull your chin back up

klaus tearing your shirt down the middle as he continues to fuck you against the wall, not caring that everything that is being done can be heard throughout the house, choosing to instead take pleasure in it

the pinching of your nipples which cause your screams to increase in volume

klaus taking your tongue in his mouth and sucking it

your hands gripping him tightly, holding on as best as you can as the heels of your boots dig into his bare ass

and it only taking a low groan in your ear of, “come for me, love.” for that withering band to snap

your legs began to shake as mascara tears flow down your cheeks, your entire body shuddering as you scream his name with all the air in your lungs

pleasure reaches every single part of your entire being as your high seizes you, the warming feeling of klaus’ seed inside you only prolonging it

and when you’ve come down from your high, you only stare at him, waiting for him to pull out

which he does not and instead says

“i am not finished with my revenge, darling.”

[aetherknit]

answering dnf/smp!dnf song truthing asks under the tag because there’s a lot of u <3

“maybe this is what i need, 'cause i've been movin' on for miles and miles / runnin' off instead of facing you, but if i do / you won't be home” yeah.... yeah

“never wanna sleep till noon / never wanna see you with those red eyes, those red eyes / never wake up in my room” the long distance sleep schedules of it all </3

i heard this song months and months ago without knowing the name and ive been wondering about it since so this ask kind of blew me away??? thank u anon ur psychic. ANYWAY dnf

“Not god, not us, but something in the middle / But you know I was still down on my knees like it was a religion // And all you can remember is that it was long awaited” im just gonna leave this here for reasons

“And you know you love him / And you might be in love with him // And you're falling in love with him /

I kissed every stranger in the corridor that night I think I was searching for a taste of you in everyone” i wonder if u guys can hear my wailing from where in the world u live bc im abt to break the soundbarrier <3

AND I DIDNT EVEN MENTION THE STRONG HANDS STUFF

omg [old person voice] this takes me back i was OBSESSED with the ready set as a young teen..... i would listen to their whole discography on my mp3 NJFKDGS

I AGREE. this song is so “ur driving me crazy because u wont be clear whether u want me or not” and that is So dnf. the taste

[nsfw warning for this one] okay so here’s the thing. dnf is not an enemies to lovers ship. but i love enemies to lovers. and i love dnf. and the energies in this song........... well. i’ll allow it. au time where theyre enemies to lovers (bc i think they could have the potential in the right circumstances) -- “i spent years calling you pompous, haughty, and vain” + “each time you speak i want my hands around your throat” .... (eyes back at you)

youth - daughter

“And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs” mmmmm corruption... loss of humanity

“Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette / I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget” a lifeless face..... losing ur home/past/self

“and you caused it / and you caused it” when he caused it :pensive:

heavy in your arms - florence

“my beloved was weighed down / my arms around his neck / my fingers laced to crown” OKAY SO WE’RE JUST JUMPING INTO IT

“and he took me to the river / where he slowly let me drown” im going to lose my goddamn mind

“this will be my last confession / I love you, never felt like any blessing, oh // whispering like it's a secret / only to condemn the one who hears it” im miserable im actualyl miserable this song got me. florence always GETS me

THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL OF THESE VERY VERY GOOD

[purpletyrant]

some suzune costume remixes ive had on the backburner for a WHILE.... i started the sketch ages ago and only recently found the motivation to finish them.

i remember really, really liking the suzune costumes when i first read the manga in high school. when people criticized them, i felt sort of resentful about it. but now that im older, can you tell ive switched sides? :P besides, i also redesigned kokoro... why not keep going after GAN?

as always, design notes below!

for each of the girls i wanted to go for a theme that didnt deviate far from their original concept. i had difficulty, though, coming up with a new central idea for arisa. for all of GANs faults, you can definitely *tell* which girls he designed because of certain quirks he gravitates towards. every girl in harukas team definitely feel like they all belong in the same group. he also noted in the past that arisas design was his favorite... and to that i say... okay!

so for arisa i settled on an edgy red riding hood. think of those grimdark fairytale retellings that people love to rehash all the time... red riding hood reimagined as an ax-wielding werewolf hunter or something. i thought it would tie in nicely with both her color scheme and her backstory as a meek and bullied girl who becomes the aggressor when her magic grants her a newfound strength. as i worked on her, i noticed similarities to mami. with the corset, white sleeves, etc. i guess this arisa is sort of an anti-mami... unreliable at times, quick tempered, childish, and rash. i played around with her colors a LOT and am still not 100% satisfied, but pink and red are always a dubious combination anyway. maybe in this riding hood context, suzune is the big bad wolf?

chisatos theme has always alluded me. for a while i thought she was meant to be a flight attendant or an officer jenny-style police officer. gan has stated that he based her off of disciplinary and swimming themes. hm! well, it took some digging to find out that her hat is a garrison cap... i actually tried to draw her tiny triangular cap, but it was so hard to get right! so i just drew her a more realistic one. while keeping the sleek silhouette of her upper half, i gave her 40s-style pants and replaced her pistols with dual rivet guns because she sort of gives me rosie the riveter vibes... and no, the irony of that statement is not lost on me! i love how the bell of her pants changes her silhouette, how it draws the eyes upward to the details of her jacket and cap. i can imagine her walking confidently in this new garb. its a more dignified costume to die in. ;)

finally suzune. i loved black rock shooter around the time i read suzune, so i really liked the design similarities. however, it looks constricting in practice, and i had another idea in mind. how cool would it be to model her off of her surrogate mother, tsubaki? tsubaki has such a weird color palette imo, she hardly looks like she belongs in the franchise... but her outfit is still solid and easily to remix. so for suzune, i sucked all the color out of tsubakis outfit, removed the frills, and tweaked the skirt and shoes to give it personal flair. i kept thinking about how spooky it would be to see this suzune in an alley after hearing rumors of “the ripper” ... doesnt she look like a classic ghost? theres a solemn, haunted feel to this more serious outfit... and since suzune possesses tsubakis fire magic, it feels like a fitting tribute.

in case you were wondering, no, i will probably not find time to do matsuri or haruka. :P but i really like matsuri anyway, she was always my favorite, so i doubt id have much to gripe about.

[turtle-steverogers]

alright babe heres the first 5 I saw: "why are you covered in neon body paint?" "best not to ask" and "I cant breathe, I cant-" and "I cant walk just go on without me" and " ive had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with" and "hey guys im here and im ready to bitch"

hey guys, saph and i were facetiming earlier and she dared me to finally answer this ask she sent in like fall 2018 except i had to use all the prompts and the result is…well, i’m not sure what it is.  but its got criminal race and spot and a cryptic ass albert who makes lava lamps for his niece.  so yah. enjoy!

warnings: its pretty much crack, but there is a brief anxiety attack

ship: platonic race/al/spot

word count: 2490

editing: no

Something a Little Off-Kilter

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Race was nine years old when his ma grabbed him by the chin, turned his face towards her and told him in all her harsh Italian-mother sternness, “We do not run from people, Antonio.  You have Mancini blood in your veins and Mancini’s do not run!”  And Race, with eyes blurred from tears and nose dripping with blood from the fight he’d just fled, nodded vigorously before trudging miserably to his bathroom to clean up (and cry a little more).

But he’d learned two things that day.  One: what a maiden name was and that his ma’s is Mancini and two: running is for losers who never want to stop running.  And he’d more or less kept up that sentiment, even if it cost him a black eye and some dignity in some circumstances.  Like that one time in eleventh grade when Spencer Reiding called him a fairy and in turn, Race had beat the living shit out of him until his little entourage had shown up and knocked him out cold.  But seriously, ‘fairy’? It’s not 19-fucking-50.

Race supposes, though, that all good sentiments meet their maker at one point or another.  Self-preservation over morals and all that, right? 

“Floor it, Christ, are you flooring it!?”  His grip on the ‘oh shit’ bar is white-knuckled and he can hear himself panting as he twists in his seat for what’s probably the hundredth time.  The blue and red flashing of the cop car that had been following them is nothing but a speck at this point, but Race isn’t really keen on taking any chances right now.  Tonight had been a close fucking call.  

“Yes, I’m flooring it, asshole!” Spot shouts, swerving around a lone subaru that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the otherwise empty stretch of desert highway.  Normally, Race would be surprised at the sheer lack of cars that are out, but he supposes 4 am in buttfuck Arizona is not prime time for travels.  

Letting out a little whine, Race turns to face forward again, stealing a quick glance at Spot as he does so.  He can see the faint worry lines on his face, reflected from the miniscule lights of the dash.  They’d opted to leave the headlights off for optimal covertness, but the moonlight over the desert proves to be more than sufficient.  

Spot’s anxious, Race can tell.  He remembers a year ago when the two of them had first met in that dingy bar in Brooklyn.  Spot had been nothing but a stoic mask at that time, only showing faint hints of amusement every now and then.  It had been incredibly disconcerting, especially to Race who wears his heart on his sleeve, to behold such utter passivity, but Race had since learned to read him.  Spending everyday together for twelve months is really the best lesson in a person’s tells, Race has found.  And really, when he spares a second thought to it, their situation and relationship therefore, is a strange one.  Two broke college grads down on their luck and bearing fuck all from their families meeting by chance and somehow finding themselves stuck in a loop of money laundering and identity theft in order to stay above ground.  Maybe not the best solution to their problems, but hey, Race never claimed to be smart with his choices.  And the rush of adrenaline is as much of a drug as the coke they sell on the side.

“God fucking damnit, is he still following us?” Spot says, eyes flitting to the rearview mirror.

“Dude, he caught us balls deep tryna break into a fucking bank.  He ain’t gon’ let us off that easy.” Race says, “Jesus fuck I told you we should stick to the other stuff.  We were making big cash just fine pulling paychecks from easy civvies.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell me ‘told you so’ when we get somewhere I can think.” Spot sounds exhausted and on-edge and Race himself is looking forward to this whole ordeal blowing over so they can find a place to ditch this car and grab a new one and maybe crash at some shitty inn no cop would think to look.  Yeah, laying low for a couple of days sounds perfect right now.  They don’t even have to leave the room.  Denny’s orders in, right?

“Oh, I will.” Race says, sighing an internal sigh of relief as the distant lights of a small town come into view.  Thank god.

Spot mumbles something that sounds like, “Fucking finally,” and eases up on the gas, turning abruptly once they enter the city perimeter.  

They’ve gotten good at this: losing tails, but Race still holds his breath as Spot loops around the backroads of the town, looking for a place to dump the car.  It’s a few minutes until Race can see the lights of the cop car reflecting off the drug store they’d passed upon first entrance and he hisses out another curse, jabbing Spot in the arm.

“Stop here,” He says, “If he finds the car, fine, but he sure as hell ain’t finding us in it.”

Spot looks like he wants to fight back, but instead, he surprises Race by pulling to a surprisingly quiet stop by an old auto-shop.  He gestures for Race to get out and swiftly grabs their duffels from the back seat, tossing Race’s to him, both pausing when the cop car cruises in front of the alleyway closest to them.  Inaudibly, they let out synchronous sighs of relief when it continues on. 

They cheat behind the auto-shop and are barely settled into identical crouches when a quiet, “Psst,” captures both of their attention.  Race jumps violently, only barely recovering in time to slap a hand over Spot’s mouth as he begins to shout in surprise.

“Over here,” the voice whispers again.

The two of them turn to look at where the auto-shop’s back door is now open and Race squints as the silhouette of a man comes into view.  He can see the man waving a hand in front of him, beckoning them closer, before exchanging a look with Spot.  A silent conversation passes between them, we’ve made bad choices before, what’s one more? And Spot shrugs a little before hoisting his duffel back onto his shoulder and tiptoeing towards the man.  Race follows behind warily. 

Now that he’s closer, Race can see that the man is about their age- young and a little rugged looking with hair that curls towards his jaw at the nape of his neck.  His face and arms are splattered with- well, Race’s first thought is that it’s blood, but upon further inspection, he sees that it’s paint.  Bright yellow and orange neon paint.

He has a lot of questions.  Like, how the fuck did you notice us lurking behind your building at four am? And, why did you think it was a good idea to interact with two obviously suspicious looking men? But all that comes out is, “why are you covered in neon paint?”

Spot drops his head in a groan and the guy laughs somewhat maniacally, “best not to ask, it’s a long story.  Well, actually it’s not.  You see, it’s my niece’s birthday tomorrow and she really likes lava lamps so I’m hand making a few for her and that includes painting the bases and she’s going through that quirky eight year old phase where everything rainbows and neon is super cool, so I’m making them neon tie-dye,” he says it all in one breath and Race finds himself struggling to keep up, “anyway, the names Albert.  You two look like you need some help.  Wanna come in?”

The whole situation’s fucking weird, but Race and Spot exchange another look, this one holding the quick debate of, what other options do we got? And a moment later, they’re hustling into the dingy auto shop.

The lights are dim on the inside, but it’s a surprisingly cozy set up.  The side dedicated to cars is immaculately organized, with a few hanging from the ceiling and others lined neatly on the ground, propped up on floor jacks where necessary.  On the other side is clearly where Albert lives, with a couple curtains sanctioning off a twin bed and desk, where sure enough, three lava-lamps, varying in color and size, are set on a few sheets of newspaper.  

Spot frowns as Albert locks the door, turning to them with a smile, “I’m assuming the cop car out there’s for you guys?”  When Race and Spot don’t answer, he continues, too lighthearted for the situation, “Yeah, figured.  Feel free to lay low here ‘til the threat’s passed.”

“If the police are clearly after us, aren’t we the threats?” Spot asks, “Wait, no, hold on, aren’t you gonna ask us what we did?  Aren’t you put off at all?”

Albert waves a hand, “Nah, I do this all the time.  Just don’t try to murder me and we’re good.  You look like nice enough people, just a little down on your luck.  I don’t mind you camping out here while ya need.” He sets off towards his desk, seemingly to finish the lava-lamps, “The door across from the supply closet is technically an office, but I stuck a mattress and some blankets there for people like yourselves.  Feel free to crash.  If the bull comes by, I didn’t see anything.”  With that, he’s gone.  Behind the curtain as if he’d never been there.

Race blinks, bemused, and looks at Spot.

“What the fuck did he mean, ‘I do this all the time’?  Who the fuck is this guy?”

Spot shakes his head, looking more lost than Race has ever seen him, “Hell if I know.”

The office-turned-guest-room turns out to be more spacious than Race had anticipated and he and Spot are sitting on the mattress, munching on granola bars that were placed unceremoniously in a bowl by the door, when they hear a knock from outside.  

Race feels a pit of dread form in his gut and he lowers his granola bar, appetite lost.  It’s the cop, it’s gotta be.  Who else would be knocking before dawn?  And oh god, they’d left the car right out front, how much more obvious can they be?

Race glances at Spot, who’s also stopped eating, and hisses, “If he catches us, run.  Go on without me.” 

He means it, but Spot just huffs out a bitter laugh, “As if.  Now shut up.”

They strain their ears, listening as Albert opens the door, feigning sleep they know he hasn’t gotten in his voice, “Officer.  Is there a problem?”

They can’t hear what the cop says, but Albert’s side of the conversation is fairly clear, “Hm? Oh, the paint?  I was working on a project for my niece and must have dozed off before cleaning up.  Anyway, how can I help you?”  There’s a pause, “Two- what? I haven’t heard anything about no bank robbers, that’s terrible! I- oh, that car, that’s…strange, that wasn’t here when I went to sleep.  Sure, you can check around back, but I doubt ya’d find anything.  I’da heard if someone were moving around out there and I didn’t hear nothing last night.  Yes sir, I- oh?  Nah, I’m afraid I can’t letcha search my shop.  Not without a warrant.  Mm, sorry officer.  Yes, I understand the caliber of the situation, but it is my legal right to deny your entrance to my home without substantial reasoning.  Mhm, but see, that’s a hunch.  I don’t see no warrant.  Okay, officer.  Yes. just around back.  Go ahead.  Alright, officer, okay.  Nice chat.  Goodbye.”

The door closes a second later and Race lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.  All at once, the adrenaline of the night hits him.  They’d almost been fucking caught, Christ, what if they’d ended up in jail?  What if they still end up in jail?  He couldn’t survive jail, fuck, he wouldn’t even be able to afford and lawyer and shit-

His body is shaking, vibrating really, and a weight is steadily growing on his chest.  Involuntary tears prick at his eyes and he brings a hand up to the front of his shirt, tugging as if that would release some of the pressure from his lungs.  

“Race?” Spot sounds distant and Race turns to him, knowing he looks panicked, but having no capacity to change that, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Race says, voice high and pitchy, “I can’t really breathe, I can’t-”

“Shit, hey, it’s okay.  I think you’re having an anxiety attack,” Spot says, sounding uncharacteristically gentle, “I know a lot happened tonight, but we’re okay,” He places a comforting hand on Race’s shoulder, “Just breathe, it’s okay.”

Race nods, closing his eyes and focusing on Spot’s touch, allowing it to ground him.  A few moments later, he’s feeling calmer, if still a little shaken.  

“You alright?” Spot asks, not removing his hand.

“Yeah, I dunno, man,” Race says honestly, “It’s been a rough ass night and all I want right now is something to drink and someone to cuddle with,” his eyes fly open as soon as the words are out of his mouth.  He hadn’t meant to say that.  He’s not sure why he said that.  It’s not even like he and Spot have that sort of relationship, nor is he particularly seeking that out.  But now that it’s out there, Race wouldn’t say no to some good old physical comfort.

Spot seems to sense that and laughs a little as he removes his hand from where he’s still gripping Race to sling his arm around his shoulders.  It’s a little more intimate than they usually are, but friendly and comfortable nonetheless.  Race takes a deep, shaky breath and rests his head back against the wall, leaning into Spot’s side.

“Yeah, it’s been a fucked up night and I think I’m still deciding whether or not it’s real or just some weird fever dream,” Spot says, “Like, who even is that guy?  What the fuck is his deal?”

“Lord even knows,” Race says, “But I think I got my fill of crazy for a while.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They lapse into silence and Race is just starting to drift off when the door to the office opens and Albert pokes his head in, somehow covered in even more paint than before and holding up a bottle of tequila, “hey guys, I’m here and I’m ready to bitch.  The cop is gone now, though I wouldn’t recommend skipping town just yet- better safe than sorry.  Also, bank robbers, huh?  Haven’t had your kind in a while.  You’re a fun type, though the arson that I met last week was pretty spicy.  Anyway, drinks?  I know it’s early for alcohol, but I get the feeling y’all need it.”

Spot doesn’t even try to lower his voice as he says, “Yeah, I don’t think our fill of crazy is over yet.”

-

don’t ask me what that was about, i genuinely don’t know

thanks for reading, chiefs

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[syncogon]

rainbow sea 星游记 new movie!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RToCz1Arveo

heretoforth referred as rs3 because i called the first movie rs2 and bc i still dunno what to call 风暴法米拉

LET’S. FUCKING. GO.

(when i have no fellow english fans to talk to i have to make up for the lack of hype all by myself)

i thought the news was fake, i had to reread it to be sure, i could NOT believe that after 3 years they would just drop it on us with 0 warning!!!

the poster is... beautiful... i cri...... (please... more posters??) 

notice the silhouette of his dad in the bg too :0 

hang in there maidang bb fight off the darkness

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RToCz1Arveo

the trailer/teaser wasn’t directly linked in the announcement posts, but!! i found it!! and it’s also really good and made me exponentially more hype!! because i’m me i’m giving this the frame by frame analysis treatment.

when i saw this i couldn’t tell if this was an old scene redraw, or just an old scene, or a new scene... i think it’s a new scene? in the past they’ve been at a river and this looks like an ocean. but it’s so cute! look at baby maidang and how he’s sitting!

so cute..... baby...... don’t cry ;_; also i still love the eye styles in this show

:eyes: but also how the markings have spread aaa :(

ooh i forgot this was what... europa i think? looked like in this. it looks so cool 

go gudong! i hope he plays a more significant role / has more character moments

white eye??? mm i never figured out how i should spell his name. whiteye? white-eye? bc redeye looks nice as is but too many of the other pentachrome end in ‘e’, blue, purple (maybe violet)... maybe i should just call them baiyan hongyan etc... but yeah im also super hyped to actually see the other pentachrome in action!!! it been 9 years man let us see more of them! 

wondering what challenge this is. i hope this competition is more than just straight up fights now haha

DIYA BEING BADASS! HER POWER IS SO COOL PLEASE LET HER USE IT WELL DIYA I LOVE YOU if i didn’t already have a new discord pfp from the poster i would totally use this screencap ngl

auroras also being badass!!! love his power too. GOD IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR CREATIVE AND CREATIVELY USED SUPERPOWERS ive been a superpower high since hh13 and also my qzgs superhero au and now this just keeps getting better!! wonder if we’ll get more char dev for him? please? more of him being embarrassed around diya? 呵呵

yeah this whole thing is really just me yelling huh 

MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG

i’m going to cry

IT’S BEEN TOO LONG

WE WERE ROBBED OF YOU LAST MOVIE

I’M READY TO SEE YOU FIGHT AGAIN AND BE BADASS AFTER YOU HAD SOME SENSE KICKED INTO YOU

AND ALSO HEAR AH JIE’S WONDERFUL VOICE 

I’M GONNA CRY WHEN YOU APPEAR

WILL YOU HAVE NEW MOVES FOR US ooh actually i wonder if others will too

MILONGGGGGGG

wait since when did he have a knife/sword?

just some pics. fight scenes!

aaaaaaaa

sis boom rah

yo what’s with the ground here

it’s ya boi redeye!!! actually looking scared/shocked/alarmed!!! im so hyped to see him in action again??! kick his ass and save maidang!!! was auroras fighting him?? (man im kind of hoping to see tang wude again too but probably he’s still stuck on pluto sadd)

man i should do some screencap redraws tbh

aaaaaaa

i was super curious about the 3 figures here, but it might just be metaphorical - middle one is definitely redeye, other two look a bit like kela and kaliya

quiet sobbing

but yes im very very excited

hmmmm she wasn’t in this at all but i hope we get more of shu!!! (and her robot ofc.) theory of shu being milong’s long lost sister has so much support please let it be true. i gotta post that thing i wrote three years ago. (and the other rs things i wrote 3 years ago)

oh wait we didn’t see the guy that redeye reached out to at the end of last movie! the guy counting primes. wonder what role if any he’ll play? who is he? 

what else.... aaa i do wanna see tang wude too and more of his umbrella powers hehe

im just. so hype. i bet this also prob won’t be more than like 70 min but by god am i ready. 3 years for this, please let it be good. i also hope i can watch this soon bc idk when it’ll be available. i wanna pay to support them but idk if i can...

all my love to the rainbow sea team!! see you soon, fly again!