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[vaperarmand]

https://screenrant.com/interview-with-the-vampire-season-2-episode-5-luke-brandon-field-interview/ its in this article!

And I cried! I cried in his arms.

[autumn816]

gewis in 47 +51

Not a date + Accidentally married

“Alright, what’s—”

Alex pauses when he finally catches a sight of the scene in front. George is leaning against the headboard, the blanket pooled around the lower half of his body while Lewis is laying down on his stomach, the blanket covering shoulders down.

“I know we joke about being a package deal, George, but I’m not being involved in this. I have a girlfriend whom I love very much.”

Lewis lifts his head from his pillow. “You’re giving yourself too much credit to even think we would involve you in this.”

Alex gets offended. “Fuck you! I’m great in bed.”

“Okay,” George steps in, “we don't have time for this. Did you bring some clothes for us?”

“No,” Alex says sarcastically. “I just decided to carry this huge bag with me for no reason.”

“Alex,” Lewis says, “it’s far too early in the morning for us to listen to you so stop talking.”

“It’s 1 in the afternoon. And you should be nicer to the guy who has your dignity in his hands right now.” Alex shakes the bag he is holding. “I can take these with me and then you can walk out of this room naked.”

Lewis snorts. “Is that supposed to scare me? If anything, I’ll be doing people a favour. Give them something to look at. No one would complain.”

Both George and Alex stare at Lewis.

“You know It’s true, man.”

“All I know is how big your ego is.” Alex rolls his eyes.

Lewis opens his mouth to say something but George steps in again. “Alex, just pass over the bag.”

“Say please.”

“I’m this close to smacking you.” George brings his thumb and forefinger as close as possible. “Do not test me.”

Alex grins. “Did Lewis not fuck you hard enough last night? I thought sex is supposed to help with all this tension.”

Lewis laughs while George reaches behind to pick his pillow and throw it at Alex but his best mate ducks.

“See, I know you so well I knew that—”

George pulls the pillow underneath Lewis’ head and throws it at Alex, hitting him square on the face.

“Ow!”

“Why did you have to use my pillow?”

George ignores the whining of the two. “The bag, Alexander.” He stretches out his arm.

Alex drops the bag on the floor. A big thud echoes in the room. “Is that—Is that a ring on your finger?”

“Yes.”

Alex climbs into the bed, forcing George to shift closer to Lewis.

“You have a ring on your finger,” Alex accuses.

“Yes, I know.”

“Why?”

“We accidentally got married last night,” Lewis quips, enjoying Alex’s reaction.

“You’re not funny.”

“Not even trying to be.”

Alex leans over George to wrestle Lewis’ arm from beneath his head.

“Alex,” George groans when Alex’s pointy elbows and knees whack him until he finally sees a matching ring on Lewis’ finger.

“Okay, what the fuck? How did you go from ‘it’s not a date. It’s just dinner�� to “we accidentally got married last night”?

George and Lewis had decided to go out for dinner in the chaos of Charles’ wedding week. They had reached the end of their straw being around so many people and needed a quiet night away so they got dinner together.

“Alcohol happened. Now, go away.” Lewis wraps an arm around George, hiding his face into the younger man’s waist.

George smiles, running his hand through Lewis’ curls and scraping at his scalp.

“I can’t believe I missed my own mate’s wedding. You have to get married again.” Alex gets comfortable on top of the blankets, plastering himself on the other side of George. “Also, you need to brush. Your breath reeks.”

“What part of ‘go away’ did you not understand? This wasn’t an invitation for yourself, Alex.”

“I just found out you two got married. I need to know everything. Tell me everything.”

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I know there isn’t even much of the tropes but I started writing Alex and this whole scene decided to write itself. Whoops😅 Hope it’s still good :)

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Mash-up trope

[sev-on-kamino]

What would be your favorite body part on each clone? You can choose the 501st or Batch or any ones you like. ;)

I love this question!

Crosshair/Tech: Their hands most likely. I feel like they just have these long elegant fingers that are very skilled

Hunter: His hips. Literally short circuits my brain every time I see that one gif of him cocking his hip to the side. It would be an excellent place to rest my hand 😍

Wrecker/Gregor: Their shoulders, just wanna rest my head there and feel all safe and snuggly

Jesse: His thighs! I just know they’re amazing and muscular and a great place to sit…amongst other things 😇

Rex/Kix: Their heads because I KNOW those buzz cuts are SOFT and I wanna touch them real bad 😩

Echo/Fives: Their lips. I know they’re the best kissers, and they use lip balm on the regular.

Tup: His haiiiiirrrrrrr 😩😩😩

Dogma: His cheekbones. So pretty, so regal. They need kisses and soft touches 🥰

Fox/Wolffe: Their waists. I would come up behind them to wrap my arms around them like alllllll the time

Sev/Fixer: Their biceps. Just scoop me up and hold me, guys!

Boba: His chest. The perfect place to nap really 😌

[drunken-devotion]

Hello!! I heard you were struggling with art block (mood 😅) and wanted to help! I recently read a POTO 1990 fic called what I would best like to see by queeenciri and it made me really want to see a happier version of the unmasking scene. Maybe you could do something related to that? Just a thought, absolutely no pressure of course!!

OMG THAT WAS SUCH A CUTE FIC??? first, thank you for sending that to me! perfect for reading before i head to bed…but i will certainly do a lil something based on that!!

the mask scene was so sad in the original so i’m more than open to drawing a happier version for erik…he deserved better there </3

thank you again!! i really appreciate it !! <3

[tinyarmedtrex]

Fake dating/accidental sexting

Hey, better late than never right? This is also for the weekly prompt from @i-can-read-to-him

“Last chance to back out.” Jesper said, pulling into an empty parking spot. 

“I’m not the one who wants to back out.” Wylan said as he tugged at his jacket. “You’re sure I look okay?”  

“Yes Wylan, you look amazing.” 

Wylan swallowed. Jesper’s voice had gotten softer as he’d said that and it made Wylan’s stomach flip. He forced himself to look away so Jesper didn’t see his blush. Jesper would have said that to anyone in the passenger’s seat, that’s just who he was.  Wylan wasn’t special. 

The two got out of the car and Jesper slipped his hand into Wylan’s. “We need to sell it after all.” He said as an explanation. Wylan opted to only nod. He couldn’t trust his voice. 

Jesper whistled as they entered the country club, “Damn, they went all out.”

“They really did.” The room they’d entered was decorated with fairy lights and flowers. Wylan could see at least a dozen waiters walking around with trays of food. 

Wylan spared a glance at Jesper. The wedding was for one of his cousins and Jesper was had been having a lot of feelings about it. After today, he was the last single cousin and his family wouldn’t let him forget it.  They’d offered multiple times to set him up with someone and each time he refused. It all came to a head when his aunt said she had the perfect wedding date for him and his reply had been that he already had a date, his boyfriend. 

Of course, the issue there was that Jesper didn’t actually have a boyfriend. He’d been complaining to Wylan about his predicament when Wylan had offered to go as his date. 

“People always think we’re dating anyway,” Wylan had said as he’d taken a pot off the stove. Jesper had been at his apartment, a place he spent most of his free time, and Wylan was making them dinner. 

“Wonder why.” Jesper commented as Wylan scooped pasta onto his plate. 

“It’s hard to cook for just one.” Wylan muttered. Jesper had just chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to the top of Wylan’s head. A casual gesture but one that made Wylan’s heart race. 

Things had moved fast after that. Wylan had picked the fish dish, so he and Jesper could try both options, and then he’d had his suit dry cleaned. Before he knew it Jesper was picking him up outside his apartment and driving them to the ceremony, which had been mercifully short. The easy part was now over. The reception was the trust test. Jesper had prepped Wylan for invasive questions and lots of hugging. 

“We can do this.” Wylan said as he squeezed Jesper’s hand. “It’s just four hours. And there’s an open bar.”

Jesper shook his head affectionately. “Look at you, being optimistic. I love it.” Then he threw his shoulders back. “Okay, let’s get this started.” They finished crossing into the party and almost immediately a family member approached, asking how long they’d been together and crooning about lovely it was that Jesper was finally settling down. Jesper took it all in stride, smiling and saying that it had taken someone like Wylan to tie him down. Wylan had felt himself flush.

This continued happening throughout dinner. Jesper’s family was all lovely and shared his lack of social graces. Wylan had never been asked so many questions that turned his whole face bright red. 

Then the dancing started. Jesper had whisked him to the dance floor and everyone melted away except for the two of them. Jesper’s long arms wrapped around Wylan, holding him close as they danced. 

And that was when Wylan made an excuse to leave. It was all too much. Having Jesper’s arms on him, how they’d been leaning into each other all night, how Jesper had insisted on feeding Wylan his cake. Wylan needed a moment to catch his breath, to remind himself that none of this was real. 

Wylan went outside to the balcony, which was mercifully empty. Then he pulled out his phone and saw he had several missed notifications. Some were from Nina, telling him to make a move on Jesper. Others were from Inej, telling him to have fun. Then finally one was from a hook up app he’d joined. He hadn’t met anyone from the app yet but he’d been messaging several people. 

He glanced around again. It was dangerous to listen to the note here but he didn’t wait to wait. The guy had a way with words, his messages always sent a tingle down Wylan’s spine. Wylan had no idea how much of what the guy told him was true but he really didn’t care. All he wanted was for someone to want him. 

Confirming that he was alone Wylan hit ‘play’ on the converted voice note, feeling himself blush as he listened. The man certainly was inventive. Wylan opened his recorder to reply. 

“Love your ideas baby. I’ve dreamt about having your tongue on me, how it would feel to have you take me apart. Tell me what other ideas you have.” 

Wylan hit send before he could second guess the message. He may be here with Jesper but that was just for tonight. Tomorrow they would go back to being just friends. 

The reply came faster than he expected. Wylan hit play. 

“You want ideas?” The automated voice read to him.  “You have no idea what I’ve thought about doing to you. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages but that’s just the start. You’re sure you want to hear them?”

Wylan frowned. It was unusual for this guy to check in, usually he just whatever he was thinking.

“I’ve been waiting all night to hear them.’

Again, the reply came uncharacteristically quick. 

‘I want to push you against a wall and kiss you senseless. I want to throw you on top of your purple bedspread and crawl onto you, pushing my body against yours. I want everything with you.”

Wylan’s eyes grew wide. He’d never sent a picture of his bedroom, let alone his bedspread. He quickly check who he’d been messaging with. 

Wylan’s blood ran cold as Jesper’s name glowed bright at the top of his screen. 

Fuck fuck fuck

He nearly dropped his phone, trying to figure out how to undo what he’d done. He’d fucked everything up. 

“This is bad. This is bad.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

“I hope that comment isn’t about my spelling.” A voice called from behind him. 

Wylan turned to see Jesper standing in the doorway. 

“No- I - it’s not-” Wylan stammered. He could feel himself flushing down to his bellybutton as he tried to string words together. “I thought you were someone else.”

Jesper strode towards him, stopping in front of Wylan. “Another fake date? I saw one of my uncles checking you out.” 

“No. Um-” Wylan pointed to his phone. “The messages.” 

Jesper physically deflated in front of him. “Oh, that makes more sense. I probably should have figured that out. I thought it was an uncharacteristic way for you to confess your feelings.” He started to step back but Wylan reached for him. 

“Wait.” Wylan blinked, trying to put everything together. “You thought- you thought I was confessing my feelings?”

Jesper looked away. “No. Maybe. I had hoped the romance of tonight, the dancing- it’s stupid.”

Wylan rushed forward and took Jesper’s hands in his own. His heart was pounding but he forced himself to say the next part. “Jesper yes, I want that. With you.” 

Jesper still looked skeptical so Wylan took Jesper’s face in his hands. “I’ve wanted that with you for years” He continued. “But  I never thought you would want me.” 

“Wylan,” Jesper shook his head. “How could I not want you? I assumed you didn’t want me. ”

Wylan chuckled. They really were meant for each other. “Jesper, how could I not fall for you? Look at you.”

Jesper’s wiggled his eyebrows them looked Wylan over slowly. “Look at yourself. Especially in that suit.”

Wylan smiled, fighting this blush. “Should we go back to the party? Prove to your family that you can land a boyfriend?”

Jesper shook his head, his hands curling on Wylan’s hips. “I’d rather stay out here and talk more about those texts.”

“Just talk?” He teased. 

“No, not just talking.” Jesper said, dipping his head to bring their lips together. They didn’t make it back inside for a long time. 

[aamaranthiine]

♡ (Kid and Killer)

( thoughts meme. - for @a-musing-mixologist )

Kid: ○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●○○○○ | LOYALTY ●○○○○ | TRUST

"You're interesting," it definitely took her a minute to think of a word, "the near constant buzzing of your energy is kind of fascinating to witness, so, I decided to stick around and watch what you do. Your devil fruit and your dabbling in mechanics is probably where we find the most common ground."

Killer: ○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●○○○○ | LOYALTY ●○○○○ | TRUST

"I appreciate that you seem to be the most reasonable of the whole crew, being around you is sometimes soothing." Which explains the little tick in 'affection.' "I always wonder about the mask though.."

[vaultdamned]

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

NSFW Alphabet (accepting)

         Prewar, Vincent's sex drive is high. Towering off ego boosts & testosterone, he knows, appearance wise, he has the appeal of a sexy nerd & fortunately for him, a lot of office workers love that. his attitude also comes off very nonchalant, almost disinterested, & for some reason, people eat that shit up. his usage of cocaine also adds to his frequent desire for sex & sexual interactions. 

        Wasteland Vincent is entirely different. his sex drive is low, almost non-existent & he no longer holds that ego about his overall appearance. he truly believes he is a freak & should not be alive, & this reflects in his sexual desires. however, as he's experienced moments of brief desire, his sex drive can be high for periods of time, depending on the person or people involved, & if any chems are used. after being alive for so long, he categorizes any of his sexual desires as part of the ancestral brain, rather than selfish pleasures -- however, the latter does exist more than he will admit.

[domuslux]

4. Are there any ethical/moral lines your muse will not cross?  - Jim

Not really but...

Jim has a deep understanding of human morals, ethics, and behaviors at a philosophical level and is skilled at reading people. If it suits him to respect certain lines of ethics or morals, he is very capable of doing so, as long as it serves him, short or long term.

Behaviors linked to ethical/moral lines are to him a transaction and the currency he learned to deal, in exchange for a desired outcome.

[prythianpages]

Once again, I’m hyped for the ask game 🫡

Sage and Ivy ? <3

Hi! 😊

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

Music! Especially live music. I love the feeling it can invoke (I literally get goosebumps sometimes from hearing certain music), the comfort it can bring or the immediate angst it can bring to movies/shows. Also, the various ways a song can be delivered. I do enjoy other mediums of art but music is the quickest way to get me emotional.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

I feel like I wear my heart on my sleeve so it's very easy to tell what I'm feeling unfortunately. You can tell I'm annoyed, upset or tired because I'll be quiet and tend to isolate myself/step back and avoid eye contact. You can tell I'm happy when I'm actually talking, engaging or taking pictures/videos.

Based of this ask game.

[butteredfrogs]

💌 | Forget about sims, lets learn about YOU! Tell us one fact about yourself, and then send this to 5 other Simblrs to do the same 🦇

hi salemmm!!

um i’m sure like if you guys are in the cozy server you already know this but i’ll share it here too, but i have a pet snake (who belongs to me and my boyfriend) he’s a king snake and his name is snorlax!!

[canon-can-fight-me]

RINA at the bookstore today I found the teeniest threepio I’ve ever seen

awwwww! 😭🥹 I considered getting that at one point but he’s just so so small…I settled for a keychain

[magneticflower]

💖 aaaand Good Girls? 👀 and maybe also Anne with an E ahdgdghs i’m sentimental

send me  💖 + a fandom and i’ll tell you my fav character  Good Girls 

Annie. I love her so much to this day and I'll never forgive the show for making her continuously miserable despite her putting in her best efforts to make something out of her life. She deserved so much more </3 Her motivational speech scene lives in my head even though they apparently took it off youtube because they hate me. Her and Rio's scenes always fight for first place for me.

Anne with an E

It is honestly SO hard to pick a favorite character in this series. I love them all so much for different reasons. I want to saw the Cuthberts as a whole are my favorite because they just hold a very special place in my heart <3333 BuT-- if I have to choose just one--- I feel like I'd still go with Marilla? She's just such a strong character who went through so much growth through the series and it still pulls at my heartstrings when I think about it. GOSH, we just need to rewatch again, Jo!

[autumn816]

fake dating + pregnancy fic👀

Hehe, here you go. Hope you like it😁

The double vertical lines glare at him.

The results are positive. They are positive. He is pregnant. He can’t be pregnant. There could be a chance that the results are wrong, right? They aren’t always true. But what are the chances that all five of the tests are wrong?

He’s pregnant. He’s pregnant. He’s pregnant.

Knock. Knock.

“George?” Lewis’ voice filters in from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” George croaks, “it’s open.”

Lewis slips in the bathroom. He takes in George sitting on top of the toilet, lid down. Four pregnancy sticks laid on the sink and one in George’s hands. It doesn’t take an intellectual to figure out what it says but Lewis asks anyway.

“Is it—”

“Yeah.”

“All five of them?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

This wasn’t supposed to happen, George thinks. Him and Lewis were two weeks away from staging a fake break-up. They had a whole plan for it. They had come up with that plan together with their teams.

After some fucking media released pictures of George and Lewis from a private event, they had pretended to be dating. Telling the fans they were just fuck buddies wasn’t even an option. So with Mercedes and Ferrari, George and Lewis had agreed they’ll pretend to date for a few months and then break-up. It was all going so smoothly until the night Lewis dropped him home after having dinner with the older man’s family. They had gone long enough without sleeping together when they started fake dating. That night was all it took for them to break their unspoken agreement.

So really this is on them more than anyone or anything (except maybe the condom they used. It clearly didn’t serve its purpose). They shouldn’t have slept together that night.

Cold hands flatten on his stomach.

“Crikey!” George hisses, breaking out of his daze. “What’re you doing? And why are your hands so cold?”

Somewhere during his daze, Lewis had come closer to George. Because Lewis is crouching down between his legs, rubbing circles on his skin. His eyes are on the same level as his stomach. “You’re pregnant.”

“Yes, now stop it.” George tries to pull Lewis’ hands away but the older man stays persistent. “Lewis, you aren’t going to feel anything yet. I, on the other hand, am feeling your cold hands. So please take them off.”

“Sorry.” Lewis doesn’t sound sorry at all and takes his hands away very slowly. His gaze stays fixated, nonetheless. “There is a baby in there.”

George snorts. “Yes, thank you for letting me know.”

Lewis looks at George.

“Sorry.” George is the one apologising this time. “I know we are both in shock right now.”

“Shock is a fucking understatement.”

Silence befalls over them for two minutes until George speaks. “We’re supposed to fake a break-up in two weeks.”

“I mean, we still could.” Lewis shrugs his shoulders. “Exes co-parent all the time.”

George rolls his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing at it.

Lewis tugs George’s lip out, swiping his thumb over the flesh. “But, I don’t think we should. I think it would be easier if we’re still—if we still pretend to be together.”

“You still want to do that?”

“Whatever we do,” Lewis says, cupping George’s cheek, “we do it together. You won’t be alone, love.”

George’s breathing slows. He knew Lewis wouldn’t just run away but hearing it is different. It felt good. It calmed him down, no matter how little.

Lewis presses a fleeting kiss on George’ stomach, making the man jump, and stands up. “Come on.”

George places his hand into Lewis’ extended one so Lewis could pull him up. “Where?”

“We can talk about the rest and what to do later. Right now, we’re going back to sleep.”

George opens his mouth to protest.

“We can’t do anything until our minds are clear. The edges of Lewis’ mouth curve upwards. “We have to take baby steps.”

George stares at Lewis.

“Too soon?”

“It hasn’t even been half an hour yet.”

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I was originally gonna do gewis fake dating because George is pregnant. So gewis are sleeping together and George falls pregnant. So to avoid backlash and people talking bad about George, him and Lewis decide to tell the others that they are together. But then I remembered one of my wips so this is basically a fic divergence, if you will. I was like what if gewis are already fake dating and George ends up pregnant during that🤔It was a different take to the prompt and I already liked it so I went with it.

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Mash-up trope

[1-800-iluvhockey]

as a fellow speak now girlie im never recovering from this

no fr I am in shambles still about it

and 7/7 being national koi fish day, ‘77 being j*hn’s birth year….. THAT JULY NINTH BEAT OF YOUR HEART 😭

I am not okay but omg I am so ready!!!!!!!!!

💜🫶

glad there are some swifties on my page heheheh

[nicollekidman]

looooooooooooooooooooove nuanced GLAM activism and activation, your voice would be SUCH a coup for the industry and so needed. When I worked in those spaces the marginalized leaders were SO hardcore about memory and re-remembering. really unending and frustrating and glorious. Hearing your archival memory feelings is so wonderful very here for it

<3333333333

[mibuswolf]

@antedose asked: ❝ you would do well to omit ‘must’ from any speech directed at me. ❞ (daiki -> okita perhaps !!!)

❛ What a weird guy. ❜ That's how you begin as you take in his words. So specific and particular. Does it make him feel as if you are forcing his hand? Or is it something else? it's hard to tell. Even if you can't get a feel for him, you aren't intimidated or bothered. He's just a bit eccentric and you've met many of those types in your time. ❛ Must I? ❜ You ask, eyes finally moving up to meet his as a smile comes across your face and you laugh.