#★ diego

[bebegi]

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel˚ ༘♡ ⋆

𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ♡

genre: random daily texts | modern au | reader x wamuu, rai mamezuku, diavolo & diego brando

warnings: none!!

notes: my throat has healed completely and i feel soooo much better !! hopefully the bebegi propaganda can go on undisrupted 💋‼️

notes: divider by roseraris ♡

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[vialaviolenza]

𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ▓ ❛  How are you holding up ?  ❜ @parfumeuses

Diego's mood is soured by his placement in the fourth race, distress and frustration were masqueraded with a look of disinterest as the woman approaches⸻just WHO did she think she was? a 'tsk' is the initial response, one hand finding purchase on his hip as he gestures at her with a mane brush.

❝. . .and why does it matter to you ? ❞ A brow merely lifts as his cerulean eyes narrow, his approach slow as he leaves Silver Bullet's side who seems unbothered as he eats from the trough. ❝ Don't tell me you've come to give me sympathy, I'm not that stupid. ❞ immediately he is defensive as he stops but a few feet away, his head tilting as he looks her up and down. ❝ What do you want ? ❞

[strictlycanon]

[🗡]

Diego smiled at Dan's remark. It was nice knowing that he and Klaus had helped their mother out after their father's passing. Part of him still felt bad that she had to raise Diego and his brother by herself. But it's not like it was his fault so there wasn't much he could do about it. Although maybe he could get something nice for his mother on a supply run, as a thank-you for everything she's done.

"I'm happy to hear that."

@deadmanxdan continued from x

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[sabrinasgallery]

★﹐sabrina carpenter: emails i can’t send tour, san diego (2022)．﹗★

[strictlycanon]

[🗡]

Diego was happily petting the dog until Jocelyn guided her away. But it caused him to smile more as her hand brushed over his shoulder. Diego was still in awe that this whole time they loved each other. That really happens, even more with how the world is now.

"Yeah alright."

• • Jocelyn • •

She moved away from him, gently guiding the dog from where Lola stood on him. Her free hand brushed over his shoulder for a moment.

"Alright...why don't I feed her while you go get comfy. Then I'll join you in a minute..."

[kr1-star]

⭑ ★ Sketchbook Diego lighting practice! Markers with pencils for details. Un-edited below

____________________________________________★

[entermilo]

cowboy lovers for diego ★

[stayliquid]

for a moment, piper lets herself fall quiet. almost pensive as she lets his words hang around in her head, trying to decipher if he's being genuine or not. trusting isn't something that comes naturally for her, but she returns the smile a moment later. "yeah, i don't really wish that on anyone either." clearing her throat, she toys at a string hanging off her shirt, peering down on it. "you really do seem sincere. thank you."

❝ it's uhhhh , it's neither ── both ? i mean , i don't know . you're a lot more brave ── no , more resilient than most people i've met . i think that's amazing . ❞ he offers a genuine smile but hides back a small grimace . ❝ but i wish you . . . didn't have to go through all of that to get where you are , ya know ? ❞

[bumijo]

Diego Caballero ★

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[vialaviolenza]

𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺▓ ❛I would like to know what I can do to help. ❜ @parfumeuses

Lime orbs watch the woman, brows knitted in curiosity though he doesn't seem to be too perturbed by her approach, ❝ Nyoh ho-ho~ A little lady offering me some help? I can think of a few things, dolcezza. . .❞ Gyro's words draped in an Italian accent are left suggestive as he chortles, his words held with assurance as he turns towards her. ❝ Lost my map the other day⸻lady luck guided me this far but. . .if you have a spare that'd be mighty handy. I could pay you back depending on what you're looking for. I believe in even exchanges, ya know? that way we both walk away satisfied.❞ Gyro would lift an arm, an index finger flicking at the brim of his hat to lift it a few inches as he leaned against his horse, his long sandy locks blowing with the breeze. ❝ Whadda ya say? we got a deal, little lady ? ❞

[solarlunarstarz]

★ ˖˚﹢﹕fake coworker (elevator hitch) npts ‿‿✦

— NAMES:

Avert, Axel, Brook, Carter, Cory, Damien, Dash, Diego, Grayson, Pierce, Rhys, Stryker, William

— PRONOUNS:

hx/hxm, ey/em, it/its, fake/fakeself, alt/altself, fear/fearself, loop/loopself, eight/eightself, half/halfself, ?/?self, 💼/💼self, 👔/👔self, ❓/❓self, ❔/❔self, ⌚/⌚self, ⌛/⌛self, 🏢/🏢self, 🤎/🤎self, 🖤/🖤self, 🕗/🕗self

— TITLES:

[Pronoun] Who Mirrors Another, [Pronoun] Stuck in The Elevator, The Doppelganger, The Employee With Unkempt Hair, One Who Dislikes Eye Contact, The One Who Tried to be Friendly, [Pronoun] Who Folds In The End, The Stranger

[strictlycanon]

[🗡]

Diego gave a light shrug for an answer. Honestly, he was feeling pretty lousy. Both physically and mentally. He would never forgive himself for being unable to bring Julian home. He just felt like he failed his younger brother and mother.

"I'll live."

⦕☥⦖ 

"...you're right."

And she often thought that too. If they had kicked her out from the beginning, or never let her in, would Julian still stayed with them? Would any of this had happened? But no matter how much she wished, she couldn't change the past.

"I think about it too..."She paused. "How're you feeling, sweetheart?" @strictlycanon from x

[weirdducky17]

[ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ]

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜: ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕤

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋ

ᯓ★ Stan has kept up his interest in music, he inherited his dad's electric guitar and plays only in his room and around his friends.

ᯓ★ He likes listening to a lot of rock and metal bands; Guns n Roses, Queen, Jinjer, Kiss, Eraserheads and even Imagine Dragons.

ᯓ★ He was one of the first of the boys to get their driver's license besides Tolkien.

ᯓ★ Him and Tolkien have grown closer as friends over the years despite the one sided feud between their dads. They thought it was pretty stupid.

ᯓ★ Tolkien still teases Stan about how he thought "Token" was his actual first name.

ᯓ★ Has gotten into reading thanks to Tolkien and Kyle. Calista got him into reading horror manga. Books he's been reading lately are Play Dead by Jane Mason & Sarah Stephens, The Dead Zone by Stephen King and Oyasumi Punpun by Inio Asano.

ᯓ★ Stan convinced Kyle to tag along with Calista and Kenny to get their ears pierced together.

ᯓ★ General animal lover. Self declared animal enthusiast but only knows surface level info about said animal. A sucker for Doggos.

ᯓ★ Drives to San Diego to just unwind and calm down, not to jack it down there.. sometimes.

ᯓ★ Is the usual designated driver on road trips if he's not hungover. Second most responsible driver of Team Stan.

ᯓ★ Has cared less about how he puts his outfits together, usually just tosses on a simple printed tee, some jeans, farm boots and jacket.

ᯓ★ Night owl, definitely has insomnia. Late night discord calls are usually initiated by him.

ᯓ★ Loves board games. A great DM in DND, he sometimes uses the concepts of their games (Stick of Truth or Freedom Pals) into his campaigns.

ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ

ᯓ★ Stan is one of the popular kids, due to their prevalence since childhood growing up in South Park. He's not sure whether or not he likes it.

ᯓ★ He plays as a quarterback for the South Park football team, he only joined cause Kenny joined cause he didn't want to join by himself.

ᯓ★ He gets pretty decent grades, only because he gets help from Kyle or just copies off his homework at times.

ᯓ★ Stan comes in a few minutes after the first bell. He likes to sit at the middle most of the seating arrangements.

ᯓ★ Likes to doodle on his hands with his pens, he sometimes forgets this and ends up wiping the ink on his face. Cartman rips on him for it 100% of the time.

ᯓ★ Stan's favorite subject is english and it's his highest grade, it's a class he can destress in. He also kinda likes when people ask him to review their works since he finishes earlier than most on essays.

ᯓ★ His least favorite is PE, he's already worn out from football practice he doesn't wanna get decimated in dodgeball either.

ᯓ★ His handwriting is scratchy when lazy and in a hurry but intelligible at best and taking his time.

ᯓ★ He likes to use his pen to carve random stuff onto the desks or tables he sits at.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ

ᯓ★ Stan still lives in Tegridy Farms with his family. Shelly has already moved out for college so it's only just him and his parents.

ᯓ★ Randy isn't as intense anymore when it comes to his weed propaganda so he's rather chill these few years.

ᯓ★ Sharon is a rather supportive mother like she always was, though she worries a lot now that Stan is a teenager so she tries to regulate him more in terms of discipline.

ᯓ★ His relationship with Randy and Sharon are rather complicated, especially towards Randy. Stan still loathes his life at the farm and had a poor adjustment period due to the pandemic, he blames his dad for this.

ᯓ★ Sharon is deeply troubled that Stan is drinking underage but is happy his friends are there to support him, to even take him home when he's too drunk to drive.

ᯓ★ Feels indifferent when his mom scolds him but appreciates that she worries for him, even if he's not a little kid anymore.

ᯓ★ His relationship with Shelly has improved now that they've matured a bit, he texts her every once in a while to check up on her and ask how college's been treating her.

ᯓ★ Shelly is at college to be a School Nurse! She's mellowed out over the years and has shown a more caring but tough love side to her.

ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ

ᯓ★ Stan being depressed would be an understatement, he's had a few spirals which didn't surprise anyone but concerned them even more.

ᯓ★ He's still been drinking unfortunately, he can get through a bottle of whiskey if it wasn't pried away from him.

ᯓ★ Stan hates Weed with a passion, a sentiment him, Shelly and Sharon share because of Randy. He never attempts to touch the stuff.

ᯓ★ Him and Wendy have officially broken up due to his drinking problem, it was Wendy that made the decision for the sake of both of them.

ᯓ★ There was a lot more issues with their relationship besides this of course, everyone knew there was no use in dragging a dead horse around and expecting it to gallop.

ᯓ★ Kyle is his designated person to pick him up from parties. Calista and Wendy often coming along cause Stan gets a little rowdy when getting him home.

ᯓ★ Stan's gotten into arguments with Calista cause she hates to see him drunk. She's been planning on an intervention for him.

ᯓ★ Wendy comes along to help because she still feels that Stan is her responsibility even though they've already split.

ᯓ★ Stan struggles with communication, opting to hide his problems until it blows up in his face and is forced to confront them.

ᯓ★ As much as he knows his relationship with Wendy was toxic for the both of them, he can't help but miss how simple it used to be between them.

ᯓ★ He's insecure about having to mature mentally faster than most of his friends because of his mental health struggles.

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋ

ᯓ★ Kyle's been getting into a lot of organization and management games lately. His top ones are House Flipper, Powerwash Simulator, Unpacking and The Sims.

ᯓ★ Likes to rearrange and redecorate his room a lot, every month its a different layout every time with one new addition adding to the charm of his room.

ᯓ★ Has a certain fondness for MOBA Games, particularly League of Legends. Extremely passive aggressive when his team/friends aren't performing well. Favorite roles are Jungler and ADC.

ᯓ★ Has also gotten close with Tolkien as friends over the years, they still do the occasional TikTok every once in a while.

ᯓ★ Kyle drinks his respect women juice. Extremely respectful and the literal definition of Boyfriend Material.

ᯓ★ Somehow he's still single??? He doesn't wanna think about it, the fact haunts him at night.

ᯓ★ You can leave your drink with him and he'd be like a guard dog, keeping it safe from anyone slipping anything into it.

ᯓ★ Quite literally the voice of reason for his friends. Tries his hardest to keep them out from doing dumb shit but he gives up eventually. Can't expect stupid not to do stupid. *cough cough* Eric *cough cough*

ᯓ★ A decent cook! Sheila insisted he learn because he babysits Ike so often whenever her and Gerald are out of the house.

ᯓ★ He wears a white tank top under his shirt and occasionally wears a gold chain and a few rings to connect more to his Jersey side.

ᯓ★ Kyley-B still lives within him, he's gotten more control over that side of him. It only ever comes out when he's extremely angry, his accent comes out a bit.

ᯓ★ He likes wearing his expensive air forces his dad bought him to school, it's his few humble brags.

ᯓ★ Has started wearing his hat less cause Calista commented that he looked better with his hair out.

ᯓ★ The first, most responsible driver out of the group. You can take naps when he's driving and abides by the traffic laws.

ᯓ★ Puts a lot of thought behind how he dresses. He pretty much just dresses smart.

ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ

ᯓ★ Kyle is definitely a top student, just a few steps behind Wendy. Gets a lot of As and the occasional B in his cards.

ᯓ★ He's popular like the rest of his group of friends, more particularly with the girls and his whole schtick of being a smart kid.

ᯓ★ Kyle is the type of student who's easy to get along with because he radiates a friendly energy. He's the most approachable out of his group of friends.

ᯓ★ Dude is definitely in the debate club, likes arguing with people, gets a lot of tips from Gerald on how to overpower your opponent and dismantle their argument.

ᯓ★ Despite being in the debate club, he's a varsity basketball player of the South Park Cows. He never gave up on it and had grown a lot taller over the years!

ᯓ★ Never let him tutor you, he would take it too seriously and gets hot headed when you don't follow, even if he did it as a friendly favor. Stan can attest to this unfortunately.

ᯓ★ Wendy offered him to be part of the school council but he rejected it in favor of focusing on basketball and debate club.

ᯓ★ Has the least amount of detentions out of his friend groups. He's a good noodle, somewhat ⭐️

ᯓ★ His favorite subject is History! He likes learning about the past and is curious about how things must've been like, besides the racism and extreme classism of course.

ᯓ★ His least favorite subject is also PE, he hates the extra exercise he gets.

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ

ᯓ★ Ike is in 4th grade now, the same age Kyle did most of the reckless shit he did.

ᯓ★ Don't worry, Ike's a good kid and has a lot more self control than Kyle had at his age.

ᯓ★ Ike's still into video games and he often plays with Kyle, COD and League are their frequent games. He's a good Support and Mid Laner.

ᯓ★ He has expressed his interest in going back to Canada when he's older, Kyle is supportive of his little brother as always.

ᯓ★ Kyle is a mama's boy whether he admits to it or not. He's taken up a lot of Sheila's mannerisms now that he's a bit older.

ᯓ★ Kyle still retains Gerald's personality traits, often being laid back and being the person who has to be the middle man to calm his friends down before things get heated.

ᯓ★ Sheila got a therapist now to deal with her anger! She's not as intense anymore but is still critical when it comes to her son's schooling and discipline.

ᯓ★ She was not happy to find out that he got his ears pierced without her permission. Gerald was chill about it and told him to take care of it properly.

ᯓ★ Gerald's comfortable as his job as a lawyer, he's been forbidden from trolling anymore after what happened. He's also strictly monitored whether he's having some withdrawals from cheesing.

ᯓ★ Kyle often hides that he drinks and smokes weed sometimes, he stays out a few hours extra to make sure he's sobered up and doesn't stink of the green.

ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ

ᯓ★ Kyle heavily struggles with his anger issues, it's something he has trouble controlling. He ends up in a yelling match with Eric almost everyday cause of something stupid he says.

ᯓ★ Stan, Kenny and Calista have no idea how the two of them have the energy to bicker at 10 in the morning.

ᯓ★ Kyle offended pretty easily, especially if it comes off as offensive even if it can be misunderstood.

ᯓ★ He often thinks that he's in the right cause most of the times he has logic and reasoning when it comes to decisions, but he often loses sense of that and makes his own dumb decisions.

ᯓ★ If he gets overwhelmed by anger, he will yell and scream, worse is if he gets physical when he knows this person can go up against him.

ᯓ★ Sheila has recommended her therapist to him but he doesn't wanna take it because he believes he doesn't need a therapist.

ᯓ★ Kyle is insecure that he's unlovable due to his history with girls.

ᯓ★ He's scared that he'll become a bachelor when he's older and doesn't end up marrying anyone.

ᯓ★ He also is scared about scaring his friends away if he can't control his anger enough.

ᯓ★ Kyle acts on his heart first before his brain most of the time, he lets his emotions get the better of his judgement and makes him lose all sense.

ᯓ★ He gets peer pressured very easily, having FOMO because his mom is strict on what activities he can't do.

ᯓ★ He hides a lot of his activities from his parents, scared of disappointing, or worse, angering them in the process.

ᯓ★ Burn out hits him like a truck and there are weeks where he doesn't wanna do anything and struggles to find motivation, his studying often fueled from his anxiety of getting a bad grade.

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July 2024 reads

[loved liked ok nope dnf bookclub*]

^borrowing this format from @ofliterarynature—hope that's ok!

The Blue Castle • The Metamorphosis • A Reaper at the Gates • And Then There Were None • I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons • To Be Taught, If Fortunate • The Mysterious Affair at Styles • Till We Have Faces • This Ravenous Fate • Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch • Dragonhaven • [title withheld; SMP] • The Name of the Wind • Better Left Buried • The Body in the Library • Rose Daughter

My biggest reading month so far in terms of quantity, though only third-biggest in terms of "pages" (which I think is a bad metric anyhow—you can typeset them so differently! I wish every book told me its word count.) I read a lot of books in order to see if they're worth reading in @bellasbookclub for the 2024-2025 season, plus I was doing the BBC summer reading challenge! I also devoured my way through several ARCs coming out in August.

The Blue Castle ★★★★★ - I reread this once or twice per year at this point. This time around I read it to @flowerslut and we had a blast! Still the ultimate comfort read.

The Metamorphosis ★★★☆☆ - Also with Shannon (we listened to the audiobook on the way to and from San Diego!) Figured it was high time I actually read this if I was gonna go around calling things "kafkaesque." Somehow exactly what I expected.

And Then There Were None ★★★★☆ - Pre-screened for book club! So I don't wanna say too much other than "I liked it."

I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons ★★★☆☆ - Disappointing. Plot was a bit all over the place and it was difficult to sympathize with the main characters. A shame, because I like the premise!

To Be Taught, If Fortunate ★★★★☆ - Read for the BBC 2024 Summer Reading Challenge. Fun and reflective! This was my first time reading Becky Chambers, and I liked the writing style and themes.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles ★★★1/2☆ - Another book club pre-screen. A solid mystery.

Till We Have Faces ★★★★☆ - Yet another book club pre-screen. My best friend's favorite book and now I can totally see why.

This Ravenous Fate ★★★☆☆ - An ARC I got signed by the author after seeing her speak on a panel about YA and romance. Unfortunately a huge letdown, possibly because I had such high hopes for the premise of "queer Black 1920s vampire x human." Alas, it had some cool vampire lore but was overall a convoluted mess and not nearly 1920s-enough!

Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch ★★★★☆ - Another ARC I got from the same event and liked much better. Cool Jennifer's Body-esque premise, snappy voice, and a fun protagonist in the murdered and vengeful Annie. Perfect Halloween vibes!

Dragonhaven ★★★★☆ - Also pre-screened for book club so I shouldn't talk too much about it but I can't help myself (@ book club LOOK AWAY) I wasn't expecting much from this book because I've heard Robin McKinley fans voice their disappointment in it, but it turns out I'm the exact niche target audience for this. National Park politics and conservation science struggles and zookeeping?? I'm seated. I can see why others didn't like the pacing, but I was nodding along like "Yes, the difficulty of procuring grad students to come study dragons, of course. Do go on"

[title withheld; SMP] - I didn't realize this was an SMP book until I was halfway through it. Oops. A shame they still don't have their act together, because I'd love to talk about this one.

The Name of the Wind ★★★★★ - A title I've heard raved about a million times by a zillion people, so naturally I picked it as one of my BBC 2024 summer reading challenge books to see if it lived up to the hype. IMO it does! Fun, poetic writing style, cool framing device, and interesting worldbuilding and magic system. Curious to read the sequel.

Better Left Buried ★★★☆☆ - Another ARC. Cute queer YA murder mystery that I honestly don't have much to say about other than "it was cute."

The Body in the Library ★★★1/2☆ - And another book club pre-screen book. My first Miss Marple! Mostly elevated by having an interesting ending twist and class themes.

Rose Daughter ★★★☆☆ - And to no one's surprise, my final book of the month was also pre-screening for Bella's Book Club. Very pretty writing and it was fun to read while wearing a bit of rose oil (smell-o-vision!) but I didn't loooove the pacing and overall prefer Robin McKinley's other Beauty and the Beast retelling, Beauty.

DNF

A Reaper at the Gates (50%) - I sprinted through book 1 and walked sedately through book 2 of the Ember in the Ashes series, but this one (book 3) was taking me forever to read (and is almost 700 pages), and I was impatient to move on and read other stuff. Reaper at the Gates was decently interesting and I still care about the characters, but the timing just wasn't right. Will probably pick this series back up later.

July superlatives

[padfootscoldleathers]

i'll leave (a light on) ch.3

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3, ch.4, ch.5

The drive from where they'd just performed in Houston at NRG Stadium up to SoFi Stadium in San Diego was going to be a good twenty four hours of highways, concrete and boredom. Or maybe not. He had a gut feeling Mary wanted to talk about something. While Sirius' gut is not typically one to rely on, like that time he once smushed a sandwich with oily meats into a toaster thinking it was a good idea and had a very small, very eco-friendly house fire on his hands. Probably not thinking.

Not the current point though. The point is he's bored, which means he has The Munchies, in short he has to get someone to ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast. Point being he has to enter the dragon's nest.

Sirius carefully untangled himself from Mary slipping a pillow to replace his arm under her head. Then he quietly manoeuvres around Marlene's limbs hanging half on the bed with Dorcas and her other half on the floor. Sirius takes a couple steps past and squats down to Peter's bottom bunk. Sirius pokes at his face but Peter doesn't even stir. Then he starts to whisper.

"Hellooo," quiet as possible to not wake Minnie but his patience threshold when he's hangry is abominably low. "Hey!" He grumbles under his breath when Peter doesn't so much as twitch and starts to flick at Pete's chubby cheeks. "Hellooooo," when there's still no reaction Sirius whisper-shouts, "Hello!" accidentally flicking off Peter's hearing aid that he probably forgot to take out last night and scrambles to catch it. When Sirius turns back its to an unimpressed, freshly woken, grumpy Peter and he tries to play it off with an awkward grin. "Heh. Good morning, you lovely ray of sunshi-"

"What d'you want, Black?" he drags out in early morning irritation.

Sirius purses his lips to the side and mumbles, "Could you ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast?" Peter blinks, twice, stupendously at him then turns over and cocoons himself. Sirius drapes himself over Peter with murmurs of 'Please?' and 'I am your best friend.' and 'Don't you love me?'

Peter shoves the covers down from over his face and is immediately met with Sirius' ginormous puppy dog eyes. "And you can't ask him yourself because..?"

"Sometimes when I am bored I'll sit up front with Kingsley and ask him to make stops at gas stations so I can get slushies. He won't make stops for me anymore. Says I'm entitled and wasting valuable road time. Though that might also be because I dropped his slushie last time. In his lap. All irrelevant to my current situation of The Munchies. Pretty please, Blondie?" Sirius blinks in cartoon fashion as if that was helping him get what he wants.

"Mm. Lost your pretty privileges, have you?" Peter rolls out of bed groaning and face plants on the cold hardwood floors. You can see his chest rise with a deep breath before his heavy agonising sigh and mumble of, "I greatly dislike you."

Pete hauls himself up and immediately stumbles over Marlene's extended leg. Once he's stable he kicks her leg a bit muttering about how she sleeps like that american gas station blow up man they saw on their drive into Texas. He walks over her arm and head lying in the middle of the walkway and heads to the front of the bus. Peter opens the door to the driver's area to talk to Kingsley but instead of just saying what he needs Pete gets into the passenger seat.

Sirius face drops because he knows Pettigrew just went back to sleep and he won't be getting breakfast for another half hour. Splendid

★

By the time they park at a diner in some town in the middle of nowhere it's 9:27 and everyone is awake and alive if not dead on their feet. Sirius hops out the bus doors and proceeds to twist and turn his spine in every direction possible to get every satisfying crack. He carries Mary in a flowing yellow sundress on his back to the diner and Marlene speed walks to the doors of the diner with Dorcas in tow.

Sirius lowers her into the booth and once they're seated a waitress passes by to get them started on drinks and take their orders. Their lemonades reach the table and Mary taps Sirius and signals outside. "I want to talk to you about something." she says.

Sirius walks with her joint at the hip out the diner. "Hiccup still bothering you?" Mary looks confused but then he pokes her leg and she gets it. "Hm? Oh, no. Some days are better than others, it doesn't cooperate or it's uncomfortable, it depends. Or sometimes I just don't want to wear the leg. Free will, let the limbs breathe and all that jazz. No, um. I actually had something I wanted you to listen to." He looks sceptical but then she continues,

"Remember Lily Evans?" Mary tells him everything. The rumours, the denial, wednesday night hook-ups, lies, how angry it made her and how hard she'd tried to be it for Lily. That if she'd just been good enough, that she could help Lily through it and they'd work it out. And about how she's finally given up.

She didn't say any of it really, just handed him her headphones. Sirius looks from them to her confused, "I didn't think I'd be able to tell you. Not anything to do with you just that I feel so.. angry. And so worn. I can't even really say why I stuck around so long."

Obviously though, Sirius knew why she'd stuck around Lily Evans. Mary's not lying of course, she obviously can't understand why she stuck to Evans for so long. Why she stayed through all the kicks and punches, yelling and denial, unreliability and fickle love. Sirius sees why though; knows it was because she wanted to prove she could love someone no matter how aggravating it was or how difficult they made it; knows why she wanted to prove it.

He puts on the headphones and hears her familiar voice coming through the speakers. Everything Mary says in the song are axes hacking at his rotting pillars. He leans against the glass window of the diner and slides down till he hits the pavement and Mary follows in a pistol squat. Sirius holds a hand locked over his mouth as tears stream down his face and his lungs scrape themselves raw. The lyrics are rubbing salt in a very fresh wound and he hears Barty's voice echo in his mind

"You let me stay; you let me hurt you."

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

At the end of her primal scream on the demo, Sirius turns to face Mary who seems apologetic, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He's frozen for a second then drops his hand from his mouth and wraps himself around her tightly, gathering her up in his arms. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," Sirius whispers with his voice hoarse. Mary huffs at him, "Looks like I wasn't much there for you either." She kisses his temple and utters, "I'm sorry. I really do love you, Sirius."

He sniffs and wipes his bleary eyes then wipes her tears too, "I love you more, Marianne,"

"To my credit though, I don't think you're a loser."

"No?"

Sirius stands and pulls her up after. "Nah, 'cause you're just a teenage dirtbag, baby~"

"Wow, okay. Wrap it up prince froggie. Get your pufferfish lips out of my personal space bubble. Your," Mary makes a circle with an open hand in his general direction. "..everything.. is insulting. Anyway, pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

Sirius stops them at the diner's glass door entrance. He slides the headphones down and off his neck, shakes them and asks, "Is that song released yet?" Mary shakes her head. "Then I have a wonderful idea."

She grins.

★

"No." 

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